Meant to Marry Me
The Elephant in the Room Plays Guitar

On the way back to her apartment, Bree chatted about the different musicians, trying to get Trent's thoughts. He was mostly quiet, giving one or two word answers, but he had a small smile on his face, so she didn't think he was mad about anything. It wasn't as if something bad had happened. She just wondered if he'd noticed that she'd noticed Zach and was hoping he'd just say something about it already if he had so that she would be put out of her misery.

It wasn't until they got back to her apartment and she'd gotten her guitar out to practice that Trent sat down across from her and asked, "Can you play 'Eruption'?"

Bree raised an eyebrow. "Uh... no, not even a little bit." She laughed, and Trent did, too. "Do you have any idea how hard that song is?"

"I could probably play it. If I had more tattoos."

"Oh, is that the key?' she asked, giggling.

"Yeah, I bet Zach couldn't play it until he had about twenty or thirty," he replied. "You figure a guy like that's probably married, has five or six kids, right? Probably has a day job as a librarian."

Bree set her guitar down and studied him for a second, a smirk on her face. "I don't know. I haven't given it too much thought. But he is a hell of a guitar player, which is what I'm looking for." Trent nodded. "And you think he's hot."

"Why do you say that?" She folded her arms, but the smirk wouldn't stay off of her face.

"Well, it was pretty obvious that you did. And so did the other females in the room. Maybe a couple of the guys. Hell, I thought he was hot, and I'm as straight as they come. I think."

That made her laugh. "Don't worry about me, Trent. I've only had eyes for you for as long as I can remember."

He grinned at her. "I'm not worried. But I did notice."

"Thanks for pointing it out." She couldn't help but think he was adorable, slightly worried but not too terribly concerned about her. Bree gathered her skirt into her hand and took two long steps across the distance, straddling him. Trent let out a soft moan, and she settled down against him, feeling him respond to her.

Dragging a finger along his chin, she leaned in, her face hovering just above his. His breath was warm on her skin, and it staggered slightly as she lowered herself even further and rubbed against him.

Trent's hands slid up inside of her skirt against her outer thighs. He pulled her forward and then pressed her down as he shifted, and Bree felt lightheaded as she felt him pressing against all of her most sensitive parts.

One hand slid up to the back of her neck, the other moved to her shoulder where her blouse had slipped down slightly. He caressed her collarbone, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her face even closer to his.

When his mouth tasted hers, it was with a hunger she felt mirrored in her own core. Her fingers worked the buttons at the top of his shirt and then struggled to pull it up over his head as his hands seemed to be everywhere, his lips sliding down her neck and lower. Bree knew it was time to show this man how much she loved him, to make sure he wasn't ever worried about anyone else. No one could take his place.

He lifted her slightly, and when she came back down, he pulled away. "Bree, are you sure about this?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

"I've been sure for as long as I can remember," she replied, not a doubt in her mind that Trent was the one she wanted to be with for the rest of her life.

He smiled at her, and then, he easily swooped her up around his waist, standing and carrying her into the bedroom as if she weighed no more than a feather. Bree quickly lost all ability to reason as his mouth devoured hers and his hands claimed her for his own.