Free Urges: Part Three (The Urges Series Book 3) by Sky Corgan Page A

down
playfully when I try to sit up. “And so am I.” Trent
leans over me, brushing my hair away from my face, a tender gesture
to sooth the discontent stirring within me.
    “ So?
That just makes things better. Alcohol always makes things better.”
    “ Not
this.” He shakes his head, looking sincere. “Believe me,
I want to have sex with you. But I don't want you to feel like I took
you to dinner and got you drunk just so that it would lead up to
this. I want you to know that you're special to me, and I don't want
you to launch into this without a clear mind.”
    His words are
endearing, but God damn it, I'm horny. “So now what?” I
grumble.
    “ Now
we spend the night together. I hold you in my arms, and you get part
of what you want.” He twirls his finger around a strand of my
long black hair as he talks to me. “We wake up in each other's
arms, and hopefully you won't kick me out of your bed.”
    I can't help but
smirk at that last part. If I was truly wasted, I could definitely
see that happening. As it is, I've only had two glasses of wine. It's
doubtful that I'll regret this in the morning, but you never really
know.
    “ Fine,”
I sigh. “We'll do things your way.”
    “ It's
not my way, Fennel. It's our way. It's our way, from now on.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

    There is no walk of
shame. Though if there was, he would be the one taking it.
    Instead, I wake up
the next morning to the smell of booze and sweat. It's so hot that we
don't even have a sheet covering us, but that's entirely my fault.
Electricity doesn't come for free, so we rode the night out naked and
miserable, barely even able to cuddle each other because the heat was
more than either of us wanted to endure. He never complained though,
and for that I'm grateful.
    Trent is awake when
I open my eyes, and he's watching me with a content look on his face.
    “ Creeper,”
I tease.
    “ Is
this the part where you say you don't remember anything and chase me
out of here with a pillow?” he quips back.
    We're both all
grins, and it's quite obvious that I don't want him going anywhere,
even though he'd probably like to dive headfirst into a refrigerator
right now.
    “ I
figured the lack of air conditioning in here would be enough to drive
you away on your own.” My eyes fix on the beads of perspiration
dotting his brow.
    “ And
I figured that after all I've been through to get you back, you'd
know that I'd walk through fire for you.” He looks around the
room with a smirk. “This isn't quite fire, but I have to admit,
it's pretty hot in here.”
    “ And
I thought it was just you.” I poke his chest before rolling
over to nuzzle against him. It feels odd having him in my apartment,
almost unbelievable that we're together like this now, especially
since just yesterday I wouldn't have pissed on him to put him out if
he had been on fire. He seems like a completely different man though,
loving and considerate and truly willing to try to be with me.
    “ So
when are you going to come back to work for me?” He rakes his
fingers through my hair to brush it over my shoulder.
    “ I'm
not.” I look up at him, hoping he's not offended.
    “ Why
not? It really doesn't look like you enjoy your job. And I know you
don't want to be a gopher anymore. I could put you in the shipping
department.”
    The corners of my
mouth dip into a frown as I think of the taxidermy zoo in Tony
Peterson's office—a collection that rivals Trent's. That entire
department is sausage central. Only one other woman works in it, and
she's a lesbian. “I think I'll pass.”
    “ Or
would you rather be in the order entry department?” Trent
presses his forehead lightly against mine, and I can hear the grin in
his voice.
    “ Are
you kidding me?” I pull out of his grasp with a playful huff.
“And have Zelma spy on me for you, reporting back everything I
say.”
    “ I
rather like some of the things you say about me, when they're not all
nasty and angsty.” He pursues me, wrapping