Until Trevor (13 page)

“Jesus
.” I shake my head, close my eyes, and lean my head back on the couch.

“I feel bad enough already
,” she grumbles, making me laugh.

“This isn’t funny
!” she cries.

I open my eyes and end up laughing harder. “You
’re wrong; this is hilarious! I can’t believe my sweet Liz could do something so evil.” I raise an eyebrow. She shoves her face into her hands.

“I’m a horrible person,”
she mumbles.

“Hell no
! You were doing what you had to do, and that bitch deserved it.”

“
I could have gone back into the restaurant and called someone,” she says with a pout.

I lean forward
, taking her face in my hands. “She shouldn’t have slashed your tire.”

“What if it wasn’t even her who did
it?” she asks, and I shake my head. Jen is manipulative; I don’t put anything past her.

“Well
, consider it Karma for her being such a bitch.”

“Stop calling her that
; you used to be with her.”

“Baby,” I say softly
, pulling her closer. “We slept together; we were never in a relationship.”

“I know that
, but you still slept with her.” I can hear the anger in her voice, and I'm not sure if she’s mad that I called Jen a bitch, or if she’s upset that I slept with her. All I know is that I'm going to tread lightly and change the subject.

“Did you miss me
?” I start to pull her forward, but she resists, pulling away and getting off my lap.

“The way you treat women is so disgusting.”

“What?” I choke out.

“I know that you hear what I'm saying
, Trevor,” she glares. “You treat women like crap.”

“Have I ever treated you
lik—?”

“Yes!”
She cuts me off, walking close, and putting her finger in my face. “You ignored me when I tried to explain what I had meant when I said the word ‘never’ to you. Then you were an ass and didn’t talk to me. Oh wait, that’s not true.” Her head goes back, and her fists clench. I wonder if it’s wrong that I'm totally turned the fuck on right now. “You did talk to me, right? If a guy tried to talk to me, you growled at me…and him.”

“
Where is this all coming from?”

“What happens when you’re done with me
? What happens then? Will you tell people that I'm a bitch like you called Jen?”

“Fuck me!” I whisper
-hiss.

“Exactly
!”

That’s it
. I'm done. I grab her around the waist, pulling her to me. Then I pick her up, and carry her to the bedroom. Lolly barks once before she sits when I shoot her a death glare. I walk to the bedroom with a struggling and hissing Liz, toss her on the bed, and hold her ankle so she can’t get away.

“Let me go.” She twist
s, trying to crawl across the bed, so I climb up on the bed behind her covering her with my body, pressing her into the mattress. She’s breathing heavy, her eyes closed tight with frustration.

“Now that you said what you needed to say
, it’s my turn to talk.”

“I don’t have a choice
, do I? I can’t get up; you’re a bully,” she says on a huff.

I bite my tongue to keep from laughing. “You ready to listen?” I whisper near her ear
, feeling her shiver and go completely still. I'm sure she can feel my dick pressed into her back.

“Whatever
,” she mutters, making me smile.

“This is the last time we
’re going to bring up what happened that night.” I press into her and she nods. “I never told you that when I stopped that night, I did it because I was afraid of my own feelings for you. I figured if I told myself that you were innocent, I would stop craving you.” I press myself deeper into her back. “That didn’t work. Every time a guy tried to talk to you, I wanted to beat the fuck out of him, or drag you off.” I take a breath and lace my fingers through hers. “Now, as for Jen, I can tell you from experience that she is a
bitch
.” I watch Liz flinch, so I roll her over and hold her face in my hands. “I don’t say that about all the women I’ve been with, but I know Jen. I know that she uses her dad’s influence to get away with a lot of shit.” I press my forehead to hers. “As for you, I could never say that about you; even if I was pissed, I know the kind of person you are. I know that you care about people, even the ones you shouldn’t.” She leans up, pressing her mouth to mine. “We done fighting now?” I ask, my hands running down along her sides.

“
Yes,” she whispers, then bites her lip.

Chapter
6

Liz

I don’t know why I was so mad at him for saying that about Jen
, but I hate that word. I think what I'm really mad about is my brother’s phone call. This time, he didn’t call me; he called my mom to tell her that he wasn’t coming home before flying to Jamaica, but that he would meet us there. My mom now thinks that he is working undercover with the police. How he convinced her that he was doing that kind of work, I have no clue; but the look of pride of my mother’s face when she came into the shop to tell me that she had spoken with Tim had been gut wrenching.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” I look up into Trevor’s eyes and notice that he’s watching me closely.

“My brother called my mom.”

“That’s good
, right?” I shake my head, biting my lip. Whatever is going on with Tim, I know now that it’s not good. It’s bad, really, really bad.

“He told my mom that he started working undercover
for the police.”

“He what?” Trevor growls
, “You need to tell your mom what’s going on. I understand why you didn’t want to before, but this is getting out of hand.”

“The wedding is this weekend. I can’t tell her now
. When we get back, I’ll talk to her.” He shakes his head. “I don’t want her to be stressed about this right before her wedding.”

“If your brother shows up in Jamaica
, I'm going to beat the shit out of him. Not only has he stolen money from you, now he’s playing your mom.”

“I know
,” I whisper, not wanting to deal with this, but knowing that I have to. “When Mom gets back from her honeymoon, I will sit her down and talk to her about what’s going on.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Well, too bad; it’s not your choice. It has nothing to do with you.”

“Nothing to do with me?” His eyes
narrow and I look away. “You are mine; that means that it has everything to do with me.”

I shrug
. I know that it’s pointless to argue with him. In Trevor’s universe, he is right, I'm wrong, and there will be no convincing him any different. “Look at me, Liz.” His voice is quiet, so my eyes automatically go to his. “If something happens to you because of your brother, I will kill him. No joke. I will rip him apart with my bare hands.” I can feel my eyes widen; that is not what I expected him to say. “Like I said before, I don’t like this shit. And if something happens to you because you refuse to tell your mom, I'm going to spank your ass.”

My eyes narrow. “If you ever even think about spanking me
, I'm going to beat the crap out of you, Trevor.”

His eyebrow
rises. “You think you can take me?”

“No.” I shrug
. “But I will give it my best shot.”

His smile is so devastating that
it takes my breath. “When you’re giving it your best shot, are our clothes on or off?”

I roll my eyes. “Get off me
, you perv.” I start to struggle to get up, but then I feel Trevor’s mouth open on my neck, and his hand travel down my side. His thumb brushes against my breast, then down to the hem of my shirt, and back up under. I feel the roughness of his palm against the softness of my waist.
Oh my God, yes!
My brain screams. I love him touching me. He sits back, pulling my shirt up and over my head; his eyes go to my black full-lace bra, then come back to mine.

“I missed you
,” he says softly, and then he kisses me. My mouth automatically opens under his; he tastes like heaven, and I want to consume him. He pulls his mouth away from mine, licking and biting down my neck to my breast. His fingers trace the edge of my bra; he tugs the cup down, licks, then blows on my nipple, making me moan and arch into him. My body starts shaking as soon as his mouth latches onto my nipple and he sucks hard, making me rise off the bed; my hands go to his head, holding on tight. As his hand travels down my waist, I can feel him unbutton my jeans. Then his fingers are sliding through my wetness, one entering me as I moan loudly, circling my hips.

“Yes,” I whisper
, as he hits my g-spot. He stops and pulls his mouth away; my eyes open. He’s looking down at me. I want to cry. He keeps doing this, always stopping when I want to go.

“I'm hungry,”
he says, pulling his hand out of my pants. I start to sit up, confused and wondering if I was the only one involved in what just happened.

“You’re hungry?” I
repeat what he just said, thinking this was strange. I thought we were going to have sex. I might not have a ton of experience, but I know the signs, and they are all flashing neon red with arrows pointing at my vajayjay… and he’s hungry?

“Very hungry,”
he says, standing up. I start to look around for my shirt, because apparently, we were going to go get something to eat! Well, he is going to get something to eat; I'm going to find a way to kill him without going to jail. My head is turned when I feel his hand at the waistband of my jeans. He yanks and pulls them off. I’m startled and then pulled not-too-gently to the edge of the bed. There’s no time to prepare before he attacks me, his mouth latching onto my clit. The heels of my feet go to his shoulders; my hips lift, and my fingers grab onto the top of his head.

“Yes
,” I moan, lifting and grinding my hips.

“You taste so good
, baby.” His hands go under my ass, lifting me closer to his mouth. I start breathing heavy, feeling like I’m getting ready to fall off a cliff. “Come for me,” he whispers as he licks me, circling my clit. I’m so close; I just need something else.

“More,” I whimper
, not able to form a complete sentence.

“What do you want?”
he asks against me, his voice rough. I can feel the stubble of his jaw scraping against my skin.

“You
. I need you!” I cry. He drops my ass, spreads my legs further apart, then two fingers enter me, pulling up against my g-spot so quickly that I shoot off the bed with the force of the orgasm that explodes through me. I fly apart while seeing stars; my body’s on fire, every nerve feeling exposed. When I finally come back to myself, Trevor’s above me, his clothes gone.

“
You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, taking my mouth in a deep kiss. He pulls me forward, removing my bra. I can feel his body press against mine, his hard muscles covered by smooth skin, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his size surrounding me, making me feel fragile and safe. He pulls his mouth away from mine and he looks at me. I can see the same desire coursing through me in his eyes. “My turn,” he says against my lips. Before I can ask what he means, he’s slamming into me. My legs circle his hips; my nails dig into his biceps. My head flies back, my body arching. “Jesus,” he grunts, stilling his movements, his forehead laying against my chest. “So perfect.” He slides out, then back in slower.

“Finally,” I
breathe. I have wanted this for so long, and finally having it is like every holiday rolled into one. He starts to speed up, his hand traveling down my side, all the way to my knee and he pulls it up; I can feel him deeper. He’s so thick and long that every time he fills me, I bite my lip against the slight sting. I can feel myself tighten around him; I'm getting close.

“I fucking
knew I’d love your pussy, baby,” he says, sitting up on his calves, pulling me up with him so we’re face-to-face. “Wrap your legs around me.” I do what he says. His hands slide up my thighs, to my ass, waist, and ribs; one stays there while the other tangles into my hair. “Move with me.” He pulls down on my chin with his mouth so I’ll let go of my lip. We start rocking together very slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “Are you mine, Liz?” he whispers his question, and I nod my head. “I need to hear you tell me that your mine.” I swallow; for some reason this feels like something else, more serious than the ‘will you be my girlfriend’ question. “Say it, Liz. Tell me that you’re mine.”

“I'm yours
,” I whisper, feeling like I just gave a giant piece of me away to him, knowing that it’s something I can’t take back.

“That’s right
, baby. You’re mine; don’t ever forget it,” he says harshly, before he starts lifting his hips harder and faster. I bite down on his shoulder to keep myself from screaming out. When I feel myself tighten around him, he pulls my face out of his neck, and slams his mouth against mine. His other hand goes to my breast, pinching my nipple, sending me over. I hear him rumble my name, following behind me with his own orgasm. We’re both breathing heavy, my face tucked under his chin, his arms wrapped around me. I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out. “Why are you laughing?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Just thinking that you proved a whole lot of people wrong.”

“What?” He asks, bending back so that I'm now sprawled on top of him. He pulls my hair away from my face, tracing my eyebrows. I look in his eyes; they are so warm that I can hardly breathe. “What?” he asks, more quietly this time.

I shake my head
, clearing my mind. “You know the old saying? Guys who drive big trucks have—” He rolls us over so I'm under him, and he grits his teeth, sliding out of me.

“Don’t finish
that thought.” He shakes his head, chuckling.

“What
? You don’t have that problem.” I laugh when he starts tickling me. “Okay! Okay! I won’t talk about it!” I yell.

He stops his tor
ture, his elbow going into the bed next to my head. “You ready to get out of town?”

“
Yes. Plus, I'm excited. My mom is the happiest I have ever seen her.”

“George is a good guy
,” he nods.

“Yeah
, he is,” I agree. My mom met George two years ago online. George had been divorced for four years; he waited until his youngest was in college before he started looking for a relationship. He had gone on a few blind dates and nothing ever worked out. One day, he was home watching TV and a commercial about an online dating site came on. He said “what the hell”, and signed up. That was around the time I signed my mom up behind her back. I wanted her to be happy. I hated seeing her so lonely; she deserved to find someone. Shortly after I signed her up, George sent her a message. That’s when I told her about the site and what I did. At first, she didn’t want to write him back, but I convinced her that if she didn’t like what he said through e-mail, that she never had to speak with him again. So she took a chance, and after a few e-mails and phone calls, they met up. He lives about an hour from us in Alabama, and since their first meeting, they have been inseparable.

“I'm going to talk to George about what’s going on.”

“No, you’re not!”

“He needs to know
in case something happens.”

I narrow my eyes
, “What could my brother possibly do?”

“Did you ask yourself what he could possibly do before he stole your money
? Then called you needing more? He’s calling your mom, saying he’s working undercover; do you not see how fucking serious this is?”

“Yes
, I fucking see how serious this is!” I yell, stand up on the bed, and look down on Trevor where he’s lying. “He is my brother; the same one who took care of me after my dad died.” I can feel my chest heaving up and down. “So excuse me if I don’t want to call the police or tell my mom. I'm trying to help him the only way he asked; he said he needed more time, so that’s what I'm giving him.” I jump off the bed. Realizing that I'm Naked, I stomp to the dresser and grab a shirt. Stomping into the bathroom, I slam the door and turn on the shower.

“Don’t walk away when we’re talking.”
I hear him say as he opens the door.

“
You
were talking, Mr. Know-It-All,” I say, pulling the shower curtain closed behind me. I grab my shampoo, squeezing half the bottle into my hand out of anger, that pisses me off even more; its expensive shampoo, and you’re only supposed to use a little. I hear the curtain slide back, but I ignore it, and continue washing my hair.

“You’re pissing me off
, baby.”

“You’re pissing me off
, baby,” I mimic. I can’t help it; he makes me so mad that I revert back to being five-years-old. I hear him laugh, and I want to punch him.

“Have I ever told you how cute you are when you’re pissed?” I open one eye to l
ook at him. Sure enough, he has a big smile on his face. He takes a step towards me, his hands going to my hair. “I know you love your brother, baby, but you need to know that if something happens because you keep trying to protect everyone, you’re going to end up feeling like shit, because you could have said something.”

I know he’s right
, but I'm torn. My brother and I were close after my dad died and my mom closed down. He was all I had for so long. I close my eyes, my forehead going into Trevor’s chest. He steps us back so I'm under the showerhead and starts rinsing my hair. He then leans over me, grabs my conditioner, squeezes the bottle, and then his hands are massaging it into my hair. “I know you’re right,” I whisper, guilt eating me alive. “I keep praying that Tim will come home and do the right thing, but deep down, I don’t think that’s going to happen. But I don’t want to give up on him either.”