Behind Closed Doors (8 page)

Trinity's Story - The Christmas Gift

By

Terry Towers

Chapter 1

"Ah, shit!"

The ‘check engine’ light of Trinity's navy Mazda Tribute blinked on as she sped her way down the I-90, moments away from Augusta, Maine on Christmas Eve. She didn't know Augusta well, but she did know that there would be an all-night gas station off the interstate, so pulled off at the first exit. She was sure the light meant nothing, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

She had just made it off the exit when she heard a loud bang come from under the engine of the SUV. The truck immediately lost power and smoke began to rise up from under the hood of the vehicle.

Trinity's heart fell.
Oh, fuck
.

The steep hill coming off the interstate gave her vehicle enough momentum so that she was able to coast it into the overnight gas station parking lot. Luckily, she managed to find one of the only places open at 10pm on Christmas Eve. She was planning on being in Bangor in a couple of hours to spend the holidays with her mother and her mother's new husband. It didn't appear as if that was going to happen.

To make matters worse the snow was falling - hard. A storm warning had just been put into effect, less than an hour ago, but she had been on the road at the time and couldn't turn back. And in truth she didn't want to. All of her friends from college had gone home for the holidays, leaving her virtually the only person in her dorm.

But now what?

Now at a complete stop, sitting in the middle of the service station’s parking lot, Trinity drummed her French manicured fingernails on the steering wheel. The snow seemed to be coming down even harder, than it had been just five minutes earlier. If it wasn't for the fact that her engine was overheated she imagined that the hood would have a nice white blanket already.

She considered popping the hood and taking a look, but knew it wouldn't do any good. She didn't know a damned thing about vehicles. All she knew was that she took them to a mechanic, they fixed the problem, and then handed her a bill for an outrageous amount of money. She glanced over at the open store and sighed. There wouldn't be any garages open right now so it looked like she was stuck there for the night, perhaps for a few days.

She thought about her bank account, which held roughly fifty dollars in it, so she had no money for a hotel. She briefly contemplated sleeping in the truck, but considering how cold it was out and that she had no power; she'd freeze trying to spend the next day or two in the truck.

"Augusta.... Augusta... Do I know anyone in Augusta?"

She didn't... or did she?

She vaguely remembered her mother mentioning that she had heard through the grapevine her former stepdad Wade had moved here recently. She hadn't seen Wade since she was almost twelve - six years ago. Her biological father had been a dead beat dad and made a hasty getaway when he found out her mother was pregnant. Roughly a year after Trinity was born her mother married Wade.

As far as Trinity was concerned Wade had been her father, until her mother and he got a divorce and her mother moved them to Bangor. Her mother had forbidden her from having contact with him; to this day she really had no idea why they had gotten divorced, only that it had been a bitter, drawn out battle between the two.

Did she dare call Wade after all these years? She looked out through her windshield and noticed the wind had picked up and was blowing snow wildly around the parking lot as it continued to fall from the sky. A gust slammed into the side of the vehicle, rocking it.

Did she have a choice? She didn't think so.

Pulling out her Smartphone from her little brown leather Gucci bag, she pulled up directory assistance and quickly found the number she was looking for. Wade Taylor was listed and living at 497 Highside Lane.

Would he even talk to her? What if he was married again, certainly he at least would have a girlfriend. It was Christmas Eve, how could she intrude on him and his new family?

Trinity's finger hovered over the send button to connect the call. She was about to change her mind and find another solution when a second - stronger - gust of wind, rocked the SUV and sent a chill through her. Shivering, she pushed the send button and waited - praying - for him to answer.

A deep, oh-so-sexy male voice picked up after the third ring. "Hello?"

Did Wade sound that sexy when he was the man she considered to be her father?

"Hello," the voice stated a second time, but with a little more impatience in his tone.

"Daddy?" She didn't mean for it to come out sounding like a question - she knew it was him.

There was dead silence on the other end of the phone, for what felt like an eternity, then, "Trinity baby, is that you?"

She nodded, as she replied, "I need your help, dad."

Another pause. "Where are you?"

Trinity closed her eyes, let her head fall back on the headrest and let out a loud sigh. "At a gas station; the first exit northbound off the I-90. My truck has broken down and I don't know what to do."

There was a rustling in the background on the other end. "Alright, I'll come and get you, give me ten minutes."

"Okay, daddy... Thank you."

More rustling in the background. "Alright, I'm leaving now. Sit tight."

Trinity chuckled lightly at his last comment. Where
could
she go? "Okay, bye."

"Bye." And the call ended.

While Trinity waited for Wade to show up she made a quick call to her mother to inform her that there was a change in her plans and she'd be staying in Augusta for the holidays. When she told her mother who her rescuer was, her mothers voice took on a cold, distant tone.

It made Trinity wonder - for at least the thousandth time since her mother and Wade had broken up - exactly what had happened between them? It had to have been bad to have pulled Trinity from the only father she knew and loved.

Trinity was just finishing up her conversation with her mother when a black Dodge Avalanche pulled into the service station. Considering she was the only vehicle in the parking lot, it wasn't hard for her father - for Wade - to find her.

As the truck approached she found herself extremely nervous and her heartbeat accelerated. Was this how people felt on those talk shows when they're reunited with long lost family members? She laughed at herself for being so silly, it may be six years later but he was still the same Wade - still dad.

The snowstorm was in full swing now, making visibility very poor. Trinity couldn't actually see him until he parked his truck next to hers and jumped out. Trinity's breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. Wade was easily one of the hottest looking men she'd ever laid eyes on. Had he always been that hot? She'd been almost twelve the last time she'd seen him so she supposed she wouldn't have considered him in that way before - but she did now.

He was the same age as her mother making him thirty-eight, though she wouldn't have pegged him to be a day over thirty. He looked the same, but different, more rugged. He made his way over to the hood of her truck and motioned a gloved hand for her to pop it. Bending down she pulled the lever not taking her eyes off of him.

Securing the hood of the SUV up, Wade bent down and out of her line of vision to inspect the vehicle further. Opening her door, she slid out of the Tribute and walked over to stand beside him.

"Hey, daddy," she chewed nervously at her lower lip. Should she even call him that now? She didn't know.

"Hey, baby," he responded, not taking his eyes off the task at hand.

A tingle of familiarity went through her at the way he addressed her, like he had when she was young. Smiling, her nervousness melted away, allowing her to focus on other things, such as how mouth-wateringly sexy he was. She leaned back on her heels and took a peek at his ass, clad in tight blue denim.

Umm-hmm. Very nice indeed
. She loved a man with a firm ass.

Straightening back up, she stood watching him. He was as tall as she remembered, nearly a foot taller than her 5'4. Even through he was wearing a thick winter jacket, she could tell he was lean and muscular. His shoulders were broad and she had an odd fetish for a man with wide, muscly shoulders. Some girls were ass girls, some chest girls; she was all about broad, powerful shoulders.

She could see his strong chiselled profile, but it wasn't until he stood shaking his head with a grim expression on his face that she got to see how handsome he truly was. His dark - almost black - eyes locked onto her blue ones and he exhaled loudly. A shiver shot through her, not from the cold but from the intensity of his stare. A combination of emotions appeared to flash through his eyes, regret, affection, nervousness, lust.

Lust?

Yes, she’d seen it. She may still be a virgin at eighteen, but she was far from innocent and she knew the look men got when they found her desirable and for a split second it was in
his
eyes.

"You blew the motor, sweetie. Didn't you see the oil light or check engine light come on?" He turned from her, slammed down the hood and then turned back to face her awaiting an answer.

The nervousness came back, but this time it was a familiar nervousness. The kind she used to get when she was a child and had done something wrong and he’d found out about it. "Yeah, but..."

Instead of him scolding her like she expected; he gave her an apologetic smile and shook his head. "This truck isn't going anywhere for a couple of days, until the garages open up again. Where are you heading? Do you need a lift?"

Chewing on her bottom lip again, Trinity looked down at the ground between their feet and kicked at the snow. "Bangor."

"Oh. I see."

"So I was
kinda
hoping I could stay with you until I can figure out what to do." She lifted her eyes to meet his once more. Their eyes locked for a brief moment, and she held her breath waiting for him to reply.

He nodded. "Of course you can, baby."

Without giving her actions much thought Trinity threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body tight against his. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in. Damn, he smelt good; an erotic mix of spice and musk. She felt a heat begin to simmer between her legs, her stomach knot and a crazy desire to kiss his neck and work her hands up under his jacket and shirt.

Her lips grazed his neck as she pulled away, causing him to breathe in sharply from the contact. Slightly embarrassed by the odd sexual spark that had just flared up, she could feel her face reddening and she raked a hand through her long, auburn hair. She found herself looking around them, anywhere, but back into his piercing dark eyes.

An uncomfortable silence with an odd sexual tension lingered between them for close to a minute, before Wade cleared his throat causing her to look back up at him. "We should get going if you're coming home with me. The roads are getting pretty sleek."

Trinity nodded and gave him a weak smile. "Sure, daddy." She turned, but Wade caught her arm in his hand, stopping her.

"Umm. Listen. Maybe you should just call me Wade."

Chapter 2

He wasn't sure why he felt they needed to establish that he wasn't technically her father, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Her calling him daddy after all these years was a shock to him. He'd missed her so much - and sometimes he even missed her mother; despite all that had transpired between them. He still thought about Trinity almost on a daily basis, but the woman standing before him wasn't his little girl anymore.

Of course she was the same person, but there seemed to be a new dynamic between them. When he felt her warm, soft lips brushing against the bare skin of his neck, his cock had come alive. Perhaps it was because it had been so long since he'd been with a woman? What he did know was that he was attracted to the blue-eyed angel standing before him, and not in a way that a father should be to his daughter. Having her call him daddy with that sweet, sensual voice of hers felt wrong. Having her call him by his name, felt - well, less wrong.

"Wade..." her voice trailed off as if she were testing the sound of it.

Wade nodded. "Yah, just Wade." Her eyes caught his once more, and again he felt a sexual tension and his cock stiffened in response. He thanked God, his brown leather jacket was long enough to cover his bulging dick.

"Alright...
Wade
. Let me grab a few things," she teased smiling.

Relieved she was fine with it, he proceeded to help her unload ‘a few things’, which turned out to be several large suitcases and a carry-on. "So, how long were you planning on staying with your mother in Bangor?" He asked loading up the back of his truck with her things and pulling the back truck cover over them to keep the snow from ruining the luggage.

She shrugged. "Five days."

"Five days? All
that
for five days with your mother?" He couldn't help the disbelieving tone that his voice took on as he opened the passenger door for her to hop into the truck.

"You know,
Wade
, You sounded an awful lot like dad a minute ago."

Grasping her elbow he steadied her as she scrambled in high-heeled boots - of all things - into the truck. He couldn't help but grin. Maybe he couldn't bury
all
of his dad feelings towards her as easily as he would have liked.

Without comment, but still smiling, Wade slammed the door shut after her and made his way to the driver's side. As they drove back to his place, Trinity started with the questions....

"Did you have plans for the holidays?"

"Nope."

"Do you still own the construction company?"

"Yes."

"Do you get bored of it?"

"It pays the bills."

She paused as though contemplating where to go next with her line of questions, "do you have any kids?"

"None."

"Are you married now?"

"Nope."

Why not?"

Wade laughed and glanced at her quickly from the corner of his eye. "Are you married?"

Trinity grinned at him, "No."

"Why not?"

"Fine, point taken," she continued to grin. "Girlfriend? Special friend? Anything like that?"

Turning into the driveway of his modest two storey house, he glanced at her with a questioning eyebrow cocked. "
Special
friend?"

Trinity blushed. She was so stunning and innocent. He found himself wondering if she'd had sex yet. She would be eighteen now, and to his knowledge most girls were sexually active by fifteen or sixteen these days. Hell, they were sexually active at that age back in his day.

"Well... you know. Someone to relieve the... tension." Her eyes swept over his crotch, then back to meet his.

He raked a hand through his short dark hair and let out a loud sigh. "No. No one. Now come on, let's get your stuff inside before the snow gets worse."

****

Tossing her carry-on and handbag over her shoulder and with the smallest of the three suitcases in her hand, Trinity made her way up the front steps of the house, with Wade trailing behind, lugging her two larger suitcases. She felt relieved that he wasn't seeing anyone. She supposed she should have felt bad - he deserved a good woman - but she didn't.

His wanting her to call him by his first name had surprised her - at first - but once she started to consider it, she liked that arrangement. It made her feel that she could allow herself the luxury of the sexual feelings that had begun to rage through her from the moment she'd laid eyes on him.

Opening the door, Wade stepped aside allowing her to enter first before following. She liked his chivalrous nature. Boys at her college didn't seem to have the respect for women men like Wade had. Why was it so hard for guys her age to open and close a door for a woman?

Brushing up against Wade as she walked past, she hesitated a moment - leaning into him - to take in a whiff of his aftershave. She could feel herself getting wet, simply from taking in his scent and being close to him. She liked the feeling.

As she pulled away from him, their eyes locked. There was no doubt in her mind this time; there was a hungry look in his eyes. She was tempted to glance down to see if there was a bulge in his pants to match the look in his eyes, but didn't dare. Instead, she broke contact and stepped all the way into the house, setting her luggage down in the foyer.

After shrugging off their jackets and boots, Wade led her upstairs and situated her in the guestroom next to his. Wade turned to leave giving her time to unpack, but then turned back to face her with a look that said he had something he wanted to say.

"Ummm, look. Once you're unpacked, I have a little something for you."

Trinity's brows furrowed and she cocked her head to the side eyeing him with curiosity. "Something for me?"

Wade raked a hand through his hair, something she noticed he seemed to do when he was uncomfortable. "Yah. Just... just, come on down when you're ready." Not waiting for her to respond he left her to unpack.

Alone, Trinity pondered what it was he wanted to give her as she quickly tucked her clothing into the long oak dresser and armoire. Wanting to get out of her partly wet attire, she started to move towards the open bedroom door to close it, but the daring part of her decided against it.

She'd decided on their way to his house that she wanted him. Whether she did anything about it was another thing. However, it wouldn't hurt to open the door to opportunity. In a way it felt wrong, but her body was craving the feel of his hands on her and longed to know what it felt like to have his lips on hers. Yes, she'd open the door to opportunity, whether he walked through it or not was out of her hands.

Slipping out of her clothing she threw on a red camisole over her pert naked breasts and matching plaid boxers. Examining herself in the mirror she was pleased by the way the thin, near sheer material of the camisole stretched across her breasts and hugged her lean torso. Matched with the slightly oversized boxers, she looked casual, yet sexy. Just the look she was aiming for.

Not bothering to throw anything on her bare feet she trotted her way down the stairs in search of Wade, anxious to see what this surprise of his was. Why would he have a surprise for her anyhow? It wasn't like he knew she was coming.

She found him looking out the large front window of the sitting room, next to a raging fire in the fireplace. A tall tree, beautifully decorated in silver and gold stood proudly in the far corner of the room. The television in the opposite corner was turned onto ‘Scrooged’ starring Bill Murray - one of her all-time favourite Christmas shows.

Upon hearing her enter, he turned and gave her a smile; a smile so soft and sexy that it made her heart thump loudly in her chest. Now dressed in a simple white t-shirt and faded blue jeans he looked as gorgeous as she knew he would. The muscle in his biceps stretched the sleeves of the t-shirt and the material was pulled tight over his powerfully-built shoulders and chest. It wasn't hard to see that he worked a physical job.

He extended his hand, holding a small silver box to her as she approached him. "Your Christmas gift."

Trinity walked slowly over to him then stopped. Standing close so she could breathe in the intoxicating scent of him, she accepted the present, with a look of confusion on her face. "But... you didn't even..."

He placed his index finger on her lips, silencing her. "Just open it."

Upon nodding her agreement, he removed his finger and raked a hand though his hair.

She started to open the present and then stopped. "But I didn't get you anything."

Shrugging he shoved his hands into his front pockets. "I've gotten to see how you've grown up, and have your company for the next couple of days, that's all I need."

Looking up she saw a hint of sadness in his eyes, which tugged at her heart. Looking back down at the box, she began to rip the wrapping from it and then flipped open the lid of the white leather case. She gasped and felt tears begin to well up in her eyes as she looked down at a silver charm bracelet. It wasn't the bracelet that had the tears threatening to stream down her face it was the charms attached to it.

She and her mother had moved out and discontinued contact with Wade, a week before her twelfth birthday. Every other charm read 'happy birthday' with the appropriate age under the greeting - from ages twelve to eighteen. There were an assortment of other silver charms attached as well, but it was the birthday ones that had gotten to her.

"Did you..." She looked up at him, but he had diverted his attention back out of the window, pretending to find interest in the falling snow which had turned into a raging blizzard.

He heaved an unsteady sigh and raked a hand through his hair. "When your mother left and took you I was pretty broken up about it. I thought maybe... perhaps... one day... One day you'd be back and so each birthday or holiday I would just add a charm to the bracelet so I could give it to you when I finally saw you again." He shrugged as he turned to face her, "It's not a big deal."

But it
was
a big deal. Trinity stood reeling from the surprise as Wade took the bracelet from the box, opened the clasp, and secured it on her wrist. Once secure she flicked her wrist. The charms made a pleasant jingling sound as the watched the sliver catch the light and glisten all over it.

"Thank you," she managed to whisper as she stepped up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body tight against his, nestling her face against his neck. She held tight to him, allowing herself the luxury of enjoying the feel of his rock hard body against hers, the intoxicating scent of his aftershave, and the feel of his strong arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

"You're welcome, baby," he whispered against the top of her head, after planting a light kiss there.

She wasn't sure how long she stood there in his embrace, with neither of them saying a word just enjoying the feel of being close to one another, but a different feeling began to develop within her. A burning desire began to emerge between her legs; a desire to have him touch her more intimately overrode her inhibitions and anxiety about him being her father at one point in time. Him being her father, felt like an eternity ago at that moment.

She pulled away slightly so she could look up into his dark eyes. As they watched each other she felt his cock grow against her and his breathing became ragged - as ragged as hers was becoming. Moving her hands down to caress his shoulders she felt the tension in the muscles, as though he were holding back from doing what he wanted, what his cock and the look in his eyes were telling her he needed.

What
she
needed.

Stretching up against him, her hand slid to the nape of his neck, urging his lips closer to hers.

"Trinity," he murmured - hesitating - as though he were fighting his own battle about whether it should happen or not.

But she was insistent. She closed the distance between their mouths, her lips grazing against his.

"We shouldn't," he protested against her lips as she took his bottom lip into her mouth, nipping lightly and then sucking at it.

"Yes, we should."

A deep throaty growl came from him as he parted his lips under her insistent tongue, allowing it entry. He pulled her tight, so tight it was leaving her breathless. Or maybe it was the kiss that was leaving her light-headed, she didn't know and didn't care. She just knew that she loved the feelings that were coursing through her. She loved the waves of desire crashing through her body and exploding within her core.

Moaning, she slid her arms back around his neck, her tongue playing with his, and exploring his mouth. So lost in the intensity between them she didn't even notice until the backs of her legs were touching the sofa that he had manoeuvred her across the room.

Dropping backwards onto the sofa, she pulled him down with her. She spread her legs wide so he could settle between them. She was feeling herself rising to the brink just from having his lips on her, and feeling his strong, muscled body hovering over her tiny one.

She
needed
to feel more of him.

Her hands found their way up under his t-shirt and her fingers began to trace the contours of the muscle on his back; so warm, so nicely defined, and so magnificent to the touch.

When his lips left hers to travel across her jaw and then down the length of her neck, his tongue and teeth nipping and flicking at the sensitive flesh, she cried out, grasping tight to his shoulders, her fingernails digging into the flesh.

She'd never
needed
a man so badly. She'd never
wanted
a man so badly.

Suddenly, there seemed to be way too much clothing between them. Desperate to feel his bare flesh against hers, she grasped the bottom of his t-shirt and pushed it up. The hard ridge of his cock, restrained under the thick denim, rubbing roughly against the thin cotton of her boxer shorts was only further adding to her agony.

"Oh fuck, I need you, Wade!" She arched her back and closed her eyes as his mouth made its way across her collarbone. Her pussy was burning, and her panties were soaked from her need.