Chapter Sixty Four

Trinity

I was standing next to Arlo in front of the court, my body trembling as the judge began to read the verdict. Just when I thought I might crumble from fear, I heard my husband’s soft whisper.

Stephen - “I got you, baby. I’m right here.”

His words were a balm, soothing my frayed nerves. What I hadn’t shared with anyone was that my memories were returning, more vivid and frequent each day. Just a few days ago, I had a dream—or rather, a memory—of Mike. I recognized him from the photos I’d seen during the court hearing.

In the dream, I was sure we were in Mia and Clint’s shed on their property. Mike was threatening me. I couldn’t make out most of what he was saying, but I knew he had a gun and I was in danger. Just before I woke up, I saw Stephen, Clint, and Mia rushing in.

My thoughts were interrupted by the judge’s voice.

Judge Sherer - “In the matter of Trinity Joyce Gotti and the City of Chicago, my ruling is Not Guilty by reason of Mental Health or Defect. The defendant is free to go. Case dismissed.”

I was stunned, frozen in place, unable to process what had just happened. The murmuring of the crowd was a distant hum. I managed to find my seat and sit down, trying to make sense of it all. As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I felt a warm hand touch my face, pulling me back to reality.

When I refocused, I saw Stephen crouched in front of me, his hand on my face.

Stephen - “Doll, are you with me? Say something, baby, please.”

Trinity - “Stephen?”

Stephen - “Yes, baby, I’m right here.”

Trinity - “Oh my god, Stephen.”

I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. They burst forth, a torrent of emotion I couldn’t control. Stephen quickly pulled me into his arms, and I buried my face in his shoulder. His hand cradled my head, stroking my hair, trying to soothe me.

Stephen - “Baby, it’s over. It’s finally over. I’ve got you, okay?”

Trinity - “I need to get out of here.”

Stephen - “Okay. Come on, baby, take my hand.”

Stephen took my hand and helped me up, leading me out of the courtroom to where our friends were waiting. As they each hugged me, their tears mingling with mine, I began to accept that this ordeal was over for me. But I also realized that this was just the beginning for Stephen, Clint, and Mia. We still had a long road ahead.

Stephen - “Trinity wants to get out of here. Why don’t you all meet us back at our place?”

Clint - “How about we take the kids for you, mate, and give you two a chance to process what just happened?”

Stephen - “You sure, mate?”

Clint - “Positive. Take your time, and when you’re ready, come around and pick them up.”

Mia - “Come around tonight, everyone. Clint and I will make dinner so we can all talk and figure out where to go from here.”

Everyone agreed to meet at Clint and Mia’s at five-thirty, and we thanked them for helping with the kids as we made our way out.

Stephen - “Now you babies be good for Uncle Clint and Aunt Mia, okay? And look after Jay, alright?”

Olivia - “Okay, daddy. Love you.”

Stephen - “Love you, princess.”

Nathaniel - “Love you, mommy and daddy. I’ll look after Jay.”

Stephen - “That’s my boy. Daddy’s proud of you. I love you.”

Olivia - “Love you, mommy.”

Trinity - “I love you guys too. Mommy and daddy will see you in a little bit, okay? You be good and play nice with Willie and Maddison, okay?”

Nathaniel - “Okay, mommy. Love you.”

We waved goodbye to our little ones as Clint and Mia left, and soon everyone else followed. We headed to our car, and Stephen opened the door for me before walking around to the driver’s side. Once we were on the freeway, Stephen reached across, took my hand, and brought it to his lips for a gentle kiss.

Stephen - “Are you okay, momma?”

Trinity - “I don’t know. I can’t really process right now.”

Stephen - “Don’t rush yourself, sweetheart. Give yourself time.”

Trinity - “I still feel terrified, Stephen.”

He turned to look at me, concern etched on his face.

Stephen - “Why, baby?”

Trinity - “I’m scared of what happens to you now. I can’t lose you.”

Stephen - “You won’t, so don’t ever think like that.”

Trinity - “We don’t know that.”

Stephen - “I do. I will never leave you.”

I stared out the window, Stephen’s hand still holding mine, as we drove home. Once we were in our garage, Stephen got out and came around to my side. As I started to get out, he scooped me up in his arms.

Trinity - “What are you doing?”

Stephen - “Shhh. I’m taking care of my wife.”

I looked into his eyes, my arms wrapped around his neck, as he carried me into our house.

Once inside, Stephen gently set me down.

I felt my husband’s mouth claim mine, his hands holding me against him. I could feel his arousal, hard and insistent, pressing into me. I gasped softly when he released my mouth for a moment.

I led him into the living room, thankful that the curtains were drawn. His hand was stroking my ass in a deliciously possessive way. I turned towards him and gently pushed him down onto the sofa.

I straddled him, his hands sliding down to my ass. I pulled off his t-shirt and ran my hands over his warm chest. He pulled me closer, his mouth on my neck, lightly sucking and nibbling. His intoxicating scent filled my senses, and I moaned into him. He was pulling off my top, and I barely remembered to lift my arms.

I had worn my matching black lace bra and panties, and his appreciative groan as he caressed my breasts through the fabric made me wet. He licked and teased my hard nipples through the lace, switching sides as he went.

Always licking and pinching. My panties were soaked through. I unbuttoned his jeans and moved off him and his teasing mouth.

It was time for me to do some teasing of my own. He lifted his hips slightly to let me pull off his pants, revealing what I really, really wanted. His cock was straining against his black boxers. I was so eager to have him inside me that I almost abandoned my plans right then.

I tugged at his boxers, freeing his throbbing cock, and wrapped my hand around him. As I stroked him, I couldn’t help but bite my lip.

His arousal was evident, the tip of his cock glistening with anticipation. I ran my tongue along the length of him, swirling it around his head, cleaning him off. His breath hitched, coming out in ragged gasps and moans as he tried to keep his composure. His hands clenched the pillows on either side of him.

I took him into my mouth, feeling him stiffen even more as I sucked and swirled my tongue. I bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could, my hand moving in rhythm with my mouth.

“Fuck, baby,” Stephen moaned, unable to hold back.

His hands found their way to my hair, cradling my head. My free hand was gently stroking and tugging at his balls.

“Christ, doll,” he gasped, pulling my hair back so he could look at me. I loved when he called me doll. It made me feel special, cherished. He looked at me, sitting between his legs, his cock in my hand. His eyes were filled with desire.

“You need to stop, doll, or I’m going to lose it,” he groaned, pulling me up to stand in front of him. He tugged at my pants. “These need to come off.”

He quickly unbuttoned them and pulled them down. I straddled him again, this time only in my lace underwear. He kissed me, tasting himself on my lips. His hand caressed my breasts before sliding to my back to unhook my bra.

He was rock hard against my pussy, and I couldn’t help but grind against him. He groaned as my bra came off, freeing my nipples for his enjoyment. My lace panties were soaked through, and I was eager to feel him against me again.

As he sucked and teased my nipples, my hands roamed down his chest and abs. I reached lower, wrapping my hand around his shaft, needing him inside me. He sucked in a breath against my breast, his hand sliding down my stomach, along my thigh, and then inward. He cupped my mound, feeling how hot and ready I was for him.

He groaned low in his throat, pushing my lace panties aside. I gasped against his mouth as he slid two fingers between my pussy lips, finding my swollen clit.

He rubbed my clit in circles, and I lost control, whimpering against his demanding mouth, his strong hand, and the cock in mine. I wanted him.

“Stephen, please, I need you,” I begged.

His kiss deepened, and he pulled me closer. His fingers left my clit for a moment, pulling my panties aside again so I could feel his cock against my pussy. I wiggled and slid down his length slowly, taking all of him in. He filled me, satisfying a need I didn’t even know I had.

His fingers returned to my clit, rubbing slowly at first, then picking up speed as I moved. I could hear myself purring like a kitten as I rode him, his cock filling me in a way I could never get enough of. I moved slowly, his fingers bringing me to the brink of sanity.

“Oh god, baby,” I moaned, feeling my climax building. I thrust down on him harder, and he responded, bucking up to meet me, his fingers moving faster and harder.

I clung to his shoulder, the back of the sofa, anything I could get my hands on. My breath came in gasps, and I whimpered again. I looked into his eyes, and he was staring right back at me.

“I want to see you cum,” he whispered in a voice I knew all too well.

“Fuck me, Trinity,” he commanded.

I lost control, taking him all the way inside me. I writhed back and forth, his fingers trapped and still rubbing. I was so wet, making us both slick. He claimed my mouth again, catching my gasps as I came hard around him. He groaned, and I felt his smile against my lips.

I shattered, becoming everything and nothing for a moment before returning to my senses. Stephen was still kissing me, his tongue demanding. His fingers, oh his fingers, still rubbing as he leaned us sideways onto the sofa.

He had me underneath him, his cock still inside me, still hard and ready for release. Feeling a renewed hunger, I lifted my hips to take him in deeper, and he gasped with a smile.

“Baby, you’re so fucking sexy and wild,” he praised. “I can never get enough of you. I crave every bit of you.”

He grabbed my ass and pinned me to the sofa, making me feel owned. I writhed beneath him as he thrust in and out of me at a fast pace. I licked and bit his neck, feeling completely free as I was trapped beneath him, Stephen driving me into oblivion.

The sound of flesh on flesh filled the living room. He groaned roughly, holding onto my ass as his powerful thrusts became deliciously painful. I climaxed around him.

“Cum for me, Stephen. Please, baby, I want to feel all of you inside me,” I begged. He fucked me furiously, creating just the right friction to push me over the edge again. I held onto his strong back as he thrust three more times, filling me with his cum, our juices mixing together.

He propped himself up on his elbows so we could both catch our breaths. He slowly pulled out of me, and I knew I would be sore tomorrow. But it was worth it.

As he leaned down and kissed me lovingly, I stared up into his eyes.

“My forever,” he whispered.