Until Trevor (30 page)

“
Yesss.” I arched my back as he starts pounding even harder. My toes no longer touching the floor. He bites into my neck, pulling out almost all the way, then slamming so hard into me that the washer bangs into the wall, before his strokes slow and he groans into my neck and pulls me slightly away from the washer. We are both covered in sweat and breathing heavily. I lay my forehead against the washer, enjoying the coolness on my overheated skin.

“I needed that
,” he says against my neck, making me laugh.

“Don’t even act like you didn’t get some last night.”

“That was last night.”

“You
’re crazy,” I tell him, looking over my shoulder.

“Love you
, baby.” My heart melts. I can’t believe that my happiness only increases over time. I am truly blessed in the relationship that we have.

“Love you more
,” I whisper, leaning my head back against him.

“Impossible.”

Acknowledgements

First, I want to thank God.

Second, I need to thank my fans. You are all amazing! I couldn’t ask for any better; I love you all. Your messages, comments, and love of the Mayson boys has been mind-blowing! Thank you so much.

Next, I need to thank my husband for being my biggest fan and supporter. Your love and encouragement means the world to me, and without you, I would not have followed my heart and started writing.

To my Cookie, thank you for not allowing me to get a fat head. To Sean my brother from another mother thank you for letting me use your apple to write Trevor would not be out without you.

To my mom, you said I had something and to go with it. Love you.

To Mommy and Daddy, thanks for telling me that I can do anything that I put my mind to. I love you both.

I need to give a special thanks to all my family, adoptive and real; your support means so much. I also need to thank Hot Tree Editing. You have been amazing to work with.

A GIANT, over-the-top, crazy-huge Thank You to Kayla Robichaux also known as the amazing Kayla the Bibliophile. You are crazy-awesome, and I am so glad that your side of the brain we share is so smart. I appreciate all your hard work and time that you spent on Until Trevor. Thank you. (And may no one EVER unlock our Snap Chats!)

To each and every blog, reader, and reviewer this wouldn’t be anything without you. Thank you for taking a chance on an unknown author. I wish I could name all of you but this would go on forever just know that I love you guys.

To Love Between the Sheets, especially Jennifer, you’re awesome! You have no idea how much I have come to count on your advice. Thank you. Last, but not least, to my Beta Readers Jessica, Carrie, Marta, Laura, Jenny, Rochelle and

Midian. I love you ladies. I know I have the best betas in the world. Thank you, girls, for telling me
what I need to hear, not what I want to. And thank YOU for loving the men who live in my head as much as I do.

XOXOXOXOXO,

Aurora Rose Reynolds

About the author

Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat whose husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration every day. In her free time, she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least, she appreciates every day and admires its beauty.

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Until Lilly

C
hapter 1

About four years later.

“Daddy, are we there yet?” Jax moans from the back seat, making me smile. If we’re in the car for more than fifteen minutes, he was ready to bust out of his car seat. He has more energy than ten kids combined.

“About fifteen more minutes, dude
, then you can go wild.” We were on our way to Jumping Bean, a giant warehouse full of trampolines. Hopefully by the time we leave he will be worn out, and I can get some rest. I love my son, but damn if he doesn’t wear me out.

“Are you gonna jump
wif me?”

“Yeah, dude.”

“Yay!” he yells, his little arms shooting straight up in the air. I turn up the volume to the show he’s watching hoping that it will keep him occupied until we get to the warehouse. When I found out that Jules was pregnant, I was pissed off at the world. I was in love with Lilly. I hated saying goodbye to her. I knew that in order to have a relationship with my child, to have my child in my life, I had to cut her out and focus on Jules. After a year, I realized that it would never happen. I was killing myself to make someone happy that never would be. Almost three years ago, we divorced and she moved into an apartment in town. My son stays with me unless I am at work. Then my mother, November or Liz has him. His mother sees him if the mood strikes, which is rare and perfectly fine with me, but difficult for him.

“Are we there yet?” I chuckle, shifting lanes as I exit the high way.

“Two minutes.”

“This is taking forevvvverrr,” he sighs. I look at him through the rearview mirror. His head is resting on his fist, looking completely disgruntled.

“Look.” I point out the front window to the building ahead of us.

“We should mobe here.”
he says.

“Wouldn’t you miss grandma?” I pull into the parking lot and find a space to park.

“Well, she could come, too.”

“I don’t think grandpa would like that, little dude.”

“Eberyone could mobe here.” I shake my head, getting out of the truck. By the time I have his door open, he unbuckled himself and launched his little body at me.

“You ready to go have some fun?” I hold him upside down, his laughter making me laugh.

“Yes-s-s-s-s.” He screeches as I bounce him. I turn him upright, putting his baseball hat on his head like me he always wears one. I grab his hand as we walk into the building. This place is insane! There are kids everywhere, running and screaming, chasing each other when we stop at the front counter to pay. “I wanna go in there, Daddy.” I look to see he’s pointing at a giant pit full of foam blocks. I am sure it looks like a good time to a kid, but to me as a parent it looks like a petri dish. I am going to have to wash him down with Purell by the time the day is over.

“We will.” He nods in agreement. I pull off his hat, and we both take off our shoes before putting them in one of the cubbies that take up a long wall. When his shoes are off, my little dare devil takes a running start, jumping in full speed head first into the pit. I laugh, watching as he tries to right himself.

“Come in, Daddy.” He tries to wave, but he looks like a fish out of water flopping all over the place. I step into the pit once I reach him I lift him above my head, and I toss him making him laugh harder. He somehow manages to get his feet under him and wades toward me looking like he is fighting a hard current. “Let’s go ober there.” He points to a large trampoline that is built into the ground before taking my hand, leading the way out of the pit. I don’t know who is going to be more exhausted by the time this day is over. Actually I do, and I know it won’t be him. As soon as were out of the pit, he takes off on a run before bouncing onto the trampoline. I stand off to the side, watching him with my arms crossed over my chest. I look to the left when I see a flash of red hair in my peripheral vision. It wouldn’t be the first time my mind has played a trick on me making me think I see Lilly when I don’t. The woman has fuller hips then Lilly did, her ass is round, making me want to slap it. Shit I need to get laid. The thought leaves just as quickly as it comes. My focus is my son. My bachelor days are a long forgotten memory. Now if I need to get off I use Miss. Right or Miss. Left.  I’m just about to look away when the woman turns towards me and I stop breathing. I swear to god time stops. All I can do is stare at her. Her skin is still the color of cream, her red hair is long and hangs over her breasts that seem to be larger than when I last had them in my hands. She looks even more beautiful if that’s possible. When her eyes meet mine she blinks then pales, her hand covering her mouth. What the fuck?

“Mommy, Mommy.” She looks down, and my stomach drops a little girl with dark hair pulled into two pigtails and skin the same color as her mom’s. Lilly gets down to the little girl’s level, pulling her close as she whispers something to her. “I don’t wanna weabe.” She cries, her face turning towards me.  For the second time in as many minutes my world comes to a halt. She looks so much like Jax that they could be twins. I look up, my eyes meeting Lilly’s again.”

“Daddy, come play with me.” Jax grabs onto my pant leg. I look down at him, then back at Lilly as tears pool in her eyes. She picks up her daughter, our daughter, and starts to take a step away. Automatically, my hand reaches out to grab onto her elbow. I look down at Jax and give him a smile. “You go play, dude. I will be there in a second.”

“Fine.” He grumbles before running off again. I look at the little girl in Lilly’s arms, her eyes are on me as she leans in to whisper something into her mother’s ear. Lilly closes her eyes, hugging her tighter before saying something back to her and setting her on the ground.

“Go play for a minute, love bug.” Lilly tells her. The little girl doesn’t take her eyes off me. I want to pick her up and hold her so badly that my fist clench fighting it. Lilly kisses her forehead before turning her towards the trampoline. I watch her walk away then start to bounce. It takes a second for my brain to start functioning.

“That’s my daughter
!” My blood starts to boil. She kept her from me.

“No, that’s my daughter.” She takes a step to the side away from the other adults around us. I follow, standing at an angle so I can watch my kids.

“I can’t believe that you would keep my kid from me.” I look her over, the feeling of hate consuming me.

“You’re a piece of work you know that? Your words were, get rid of it, that you were getting married and having a baby with someone else.”

“What?”

“I read those words over and over a hundred fucking times, so don’t tell me that she’s yours.” She pokes my chest, getting in my space. “She is mine! I suffered from morning sickness alone.
I went to my doctor’s appointments alone. I was in labor for forty-seven hours alone, and I’ve raised her alone.” She growls the last words. At this time I have no idea what the fuck she is talking about.

“I never told you to get rid of my child, so don’t even try that shit with me.”

“Oh, yeah?  You did buddy. I even printed the text messages you sent me. I kept them as a reminder to myself to never trust a man again.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” I say
. I can feel a sinking feeling taking over my body.

“The day I found out I was pregnant; I messaged you telling you that we needed to talk. You said we had nothing to talk about. I said we did, and you said we didn’t again. I told you I was having your child, and you told me to get rid of it.”

“Oh, fuck!” I rub my face, knowing this is all Jules. She did this, somehow she did this. “It wasn’t me.” My voice is gruff to my ears. For the first time in years I want to cry like a little bitch. She’s watching me closely, her arms wrapped around her waist, her expression changing from anger to confusion and sadness. “What’s her name?” I ask, looking at my daughter who is now talking to Jax. He grabs her hands, bouncing with her.

“Ashlyn Alexandra.” This is killing me. She gave her a version of my middle name. I swallow the lump that is building in my throat. I look at Lilly.

“I want it back.” I don’t even realize that I say the words out loud. Lilly was my one, and I lost it and was going to get it back. I had wanted to search for Lilly a million times. I was so afraid that she wouldn’t want me back, accept Jax, or that she had moved on, I talked myself out of it every time. Now I wish I would have looked for her.