Until Trevor (18 page)

I turn towards her
, watching her closely. “If you want to come to town and stay with us until things get sorted out with him, I think it might be wise for you and the baby,” I tell her, looking down at her round stomach.

Her hand rub
s her belly, looking down. When her eyes meet mine again, I can see tears in them. “I might take you up on that offer. I don’t want to be away from him, but the people that he is dealing with scare me. They know where we live and that I’m pregnant. Tim keeps telling me that things are going to be okay, but I can’t get rid of the feeling that something bad is going to happen.”

“
I’ll have Liz talk to him and see if she can help change his mind.” I say confidently. She smiles, looking across the room.

“You know
, when she told him that the two of you were together, he freaked out about it. He ranted for an hour about you and your history with women.” She looks at me and smiles. “I can see that you really love her; I think that he sees that now, too.”

“More
than anything,” I confirm, watching Liz walk towards me holding Tim’s hand. Just as she reaches my side, George picks Rita up, announcing he and his new bride are retiring for the evening. They leave the room with hoots and hollers following behind them. I smile at Liz, whose face has turned bright red.

“Let’s all have a drink and talk
,” I say, looking at our group. The rest of the evening is spent talking and laughing. The next day, when we head home, I know that I need to find a way to put a ring on Liz’s finger, and make her mine permanently.

Chapter
8

Liz

It’s been two months since we got back from Jamaica. Two months of heaven. The week after we got home, I officially moved in with Trevor. I would love to say that he wasn’t his normal bossy self when he asked me to live with him, but sadly, he was himself. I had been at the house all day with Lolly. I cleaned and did laundry, and when Trevor came home with his work clothes covered with mud, his boots leaving muddy prints all over my freshly mopped floor, I was pissed. So I told him that he should’ve taken off his stuff before tracking mud into the house. He told me I didn’t have a right to bitch about it because I didn’t live with him. So I told him if that’s how he felt, then I was never going to live with him, and that I should move back to Mike’s. When I said that, he threw the beer that he’d just opened across the room, where it exploded against the wall. He yelled that he didn’t know why I wouldn’t unpack my bag and put my shit away, when I acted like we were living together.

That
was about the time I picked my purse up off the table, and left to stay the night at Mike’s. Well, I
tried
to stay at Mike’s. It was about three o’clock in the morning when I was picked up and carried to Trevor’s truck. He didn’t say anything except, “Can’t sleep.” When we got back home, he tucked me under his big body, kissed my hair, and fell asleep. In the morning, when we woke up, he apologized for acting like a jerk, and said that he hated seeing my bag tucked under his bed; it made him feel like I could easily leave without much effort. Then he proceeded to slide inside me, his mouth over mine when he asked me if I would move in.

Now
, you tell me, if Trevor Mayson was inside you, asking you to live with him, what would you do? Exactly. You would no doubt move in without a second thought, especially as he’s thrusting inside you, telling you how much you mean to him and that he loves you.

Since I moved in
, we started to renovate the kitchen. The first thing we did was knock down the wall in-between the kitchen and living room. The next step was taking down all the old cabinets. Then we went to Alabama for the night so that we could go to Ikea and pick out a whole new kitchen. We chose white cabinets with a large country sink, stainless steel appliances, and his friend who works with concrete did painted concrete countertops that looked amazing with the bright, multi-colored back splash that we chose. I have been feeling like I’m living a dream, waking up to the man that I love every day. The only thing that nags me is that he hasn’t brought up proposing again since Jamaica. I know that he said to forget it, but I can’t; I keep wondering why he told me to forget, or that he said anything about it. I want to be Elizabeth Star Mayson more than anything. I talked to November about it, and she said that I shouldn’t stress, and that she’s sure that he loves me, but wants to make sure that the timing is right to ask me to be his wife. I don’t know what to think at this point. The other day, I caught him counting my birth control pills when I walked into the kitchen. When I told him that I was taking them and not to worry about it, he got a funny look on his face, pulled me to him, and kissed me silly.

“You about ready?” Trevor says
, coming up behind me, dragging me out of my thoughts. He has on a black, long-sleeved t-shirt, with his dark jeans and work boots. We’re meeting up with everyone at the bar to play a few games of pool. November and Asher are even meeting us there. Asher’s parents, Susan and James, are watching July for the night so that we can all hang out.

“Yeah
, just give me, like, fifteen minutes. I need to get my clothes on.” His arms wrap around me, his mouth nuzzling my neck.

“Tomorrow
, I’m taking you somewhere,” he says against the skin of my neck. I tilt my head, giving him more room, my eyes closing against the feeling his mouth creates.

“Where?” I breathe
deep, trying to prevent the moan from climbing up my throat.

“You’ll see when we get there.” He smiles
, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. He looks so happy that I wonder what he’s up to. “Now, let’s go before I pull down those tiny shorts you’ve got on, and slide into your pussy, making you watch in the mirror while I fuck you.” I bite my lip, thinking that I wouldn’t mind at all if he wanted to do that. In fact, I would be perfectly happy with that option. He starts laughing, his fingers digging into my hips. “Later, I’m going to fuck you right here. I will be hard all night thinking about the things I’m going to do to you while you watch.” He turns me around, taking my hand and placing it over his very hard, very large erection that is pushing the limits of his zipper. My breathing picks up. I can feel the rapid pulse in my clit. “Later,” he says against my mouth, before I feel his tongue against mine. The kiss is so hot that I don’t want to go anywhere; I want him now. He takes my arms from around his neck, kisses my forehead, and leaves the bathroom. “Come on, baby. We gotta go; get a move on,” he yells from somewhere in the house.

“Hold your horses
; I’m coming!” I yell back, going into the bedroom to pull on my jeans and a cardigan. All the while, thinking about where he may be taking me tomorrow.

*~*~*

“Oh, look who it is,” Jen says, with Britney and Cindy standing on each side of her. I ignore them and walk to the sink to wash my hands. “Look I'm going to be a friend an—”

“Oh
, great.” I roll my eyes, cutting her off before she can say anything else. I look at the three of them in the mirror, my eyes landing on Jen. “I had a feeling we couldn’t just skip this part.” I look over my shoulder at all three of the girls standing there. “I knew this was coming at some point tonight; I just didn’t know when,” I say. Since we got to the bar, Jen has been trying to get Trevor’s attention. She took off her sweater, leaving her in a white tank top and a very-apparent red lace bra. She walked by the table a few times, and then tried flirting with Cash. This didn’t work, I guess. Cash has been seeing some girl he met when he and Trevor went to Alabama. He has been spending most of his free time there with her. Then she tried to talk to Nico, who promptly told her that he didn’t want to fuck her, so she should move on. Now, this. I knew it was coming; I just didn’t know when.

“What are you talking about?” Jen ask
s, looking confused.

“You know
, the part that’s in every movie and every book ever written; the one where you tell me that Trevor doesn’t care about me, and is only using me for sex…blah, blah, blah.” I narrow my eyes at her.

“It’s true
; he doesn’t care about you.” She flips her long red hair over her shoulder. “I'm just trying to save you the heartache.” She pouts out her bottom lip.

“Awww
, that so sweet. But I think I’ll stick around for a while. I mean, Lord, the things that man can do in bed are mind blowing. There’s this trick he does, when he’s going to—”

“You bitch
! Stay away from him,” Jen yells, taking a step towards me.

“You should tell
Trevor
to stay away from
me
,” I smirk. I know she has tried to do that before and got shut down in front of all of her friends. I hate when women act desperate when it comes to men who don’t want them. Sadly, Jen is beautiful and could probably get any man she wanted if she wasn’t a whack job, as Trevor so eloquently put it.

“I'm telling
—”

“You okay
, baby?” Trevor asks, sticking his head into the bathroom. Nico pushes the door open all the way, stepping inside.

“Fuck yeah
! Party in the bathroom!” Nico yells, making me laugh. I look at Jen, who is trying to kill me with her eyes. Trevor leans in, grabbing my hand pulling me out into the hall, where he presses me against the wall, trapping me with his weight.

“
You good?” he asks, leaning in so that his mouth is next to my ear. I can’t focus when his body is pressed so tightly against mine.

“I’m okay
,” I tell him, looking over his shoulder at Jen, who is walking out of the bathroom. Her eyes meet mine, and I know she’s not done with whatever evil plan she’s cooking up. “You’re right; she is a bitch,” I tell Trevor, making him laugh.

“If she fucks with you again
, tell me. I knew she was up to something when I saw her and her posse walking into the bathroom after you left the table.”

“She said she wanted to give me some friendly advice
, and that I should stay away from you,” I tell him matter-of-factly.

“That was nice of her.” Trevor smiles
.

“I know
. But I told her that I couldn’t break up with you yet because you’re good in bed. Then I was going to tell her about the thing you do with your tongue when you’re going down on me, but you showed up.”

“Sorry to have ruined your
shining moment,” he laughs.

“You should be sorry
.” I push at his chest. “I was going to verbally kick her ass.”

“Poor baby.” He laughs harder
, kissing the side of my neck.

“When we get home
, I’ll rub your ego to make up for the interruption.”

“I’m
sure you will,” I smile.

He grabs my face
, holding it between his hands. “I love you. Don’t ever doubt that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“Do not make me cry in the middle of the bar
, Trevor Earl Mayson.”

He looks up
, his eyes bugging out. “Your mom told me,” I shrug.

“If you ever tell anyone my middle name
, I will spank you.”

“Oh
! So scary,
Earl
,” I laugh, ducking under his arm and running away from him. Before I can get too far, he has me up and over his shoulder. His hand lands on my ass with a loud smack, making me laugh harder. “You put me down right now, Ea—”

Before I can get the words out
, I’m flipped, and his mouth is covering mine.

He pulls his mouth from mine
, leaving me breathless. “Now, behave yourself.”

I smile up at him, and when I glance around the bar, I notice that Jen and her crew had
been watching our little spectacle. I smirk at them and toss my hair over my shoulder. What I really want to do is yell
ha ha he’s mine
and stick out my tongue.

“Fine,” I say
, walking back to the table, noticing that November is drinking cranberry juice.

“Hey
, are you okay?” I ask her, looking down at the glass in front of her.

“Oh yeah
. I’m fine. I just don’t feel like drinking.”

“You don’t feel like drinking?”
I ask, surprised. She always drinks beer when we’re out, except when she was—

“We
’re pregnant.” Asher says proudly, puffing out his chest.

“Oh my
God! Congrats!” I hug November, and then stand to hug Asher. “When did you find out?”

“This morning.” Asher puts his arm around her
, kissing her nose.

“When do you find out what you’re having?”

“Not for a few weeks,” November says, rubbing her belly.

“It’s a boy
,” Asher says, his hand moving to her waist. Trevor starts laughing, along with Cash and Nico. “I made sure to do it on the right side,” Asher says deadpan, glaring at his brothers. I start laughing so hard that tears slide down my cheeks.

“We know
, honey,” November says, patting Asher’s chest.

“Well
, whatever it ends up being, congrats, guys. That’s awesome,” Trevor says, hugging November, and then patting his brother on the back. When Trevor looks at me, he smiles, making a knot form in my stomach. The look in his eyes says a lot more than I want to hear. I try to shake myself out of the feeling.

“That’s so exciting,” I cry
, clapping my hands. “Let’s have a drink. I mean, you can’t drink because you’re, you know, but I—um—I’ll be back,” I sputter out, needing to get away from Trevor and the look on his face.

“Are you
okay?” Nico asks, leaning on the bar next to me.

“
Yeah,” I say, signaling the bartender. When she finally gets to me, I ask for a shot of tequila.

“Tequila?” Nico ask
s, his eyebrows drawn together.

“Yep.” I tip the shot back
without salt or lime, then tap the glass, signaling for a refill. I start to lift it to my mouth, when it’s taken from my hand from over my shoulder, and given to Nico. “That’s mine.” I pout as Nico takes my shot.

“We
’re going home,” Trevor says, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“No
, I’m spending time with everyone.”

“You were
, then you ran off; now we’re going home.”

“Can you
not
be a jerk?”

“We have plans tomorrow
morning, so we need to leave anyways.”

“I can have Nico drop me
off at home if you’re leaving,” I suggest.