Until Trevor (7 page)

“Do you want kids?” I asked
, her eyes meeting mine.

“No,”
she shook her head.

My heart fr
oze. Looking at her, I could see the longing on her face with the way she looked at July. “Why don’t you want kids?” I knew the question sounded almost angry, but she caught me off guard.

“I just don’t
,” she whispered. Standing up, she walked towards the back door where Beast was sitting outside, looking in through the glass. She opened the door and stepped out. I watched as she walked down the back steps to the yard, picked up a ball, and threw it for him.

“What did you say?” Asher ask
ed, coming back into the living room with a sandwich and chips. July finished eating, so I put her against my shoulder to burp. I looked back out the door and watched Beast run up to Liz with the ball in his mouth, his tail going a million miles a minute as she wrestled the ball from him, and tossed it again.

“I asked her if she wanted kids
. When she said no, I asked her why not. She said she just didn’t, and she got up and walked off.”

“Dude
, what the fuck?”

“What
? It’s just a question; she fucking shocked me saying that she doesn’t want kids.”

“
Let’s say she has a reason for not wanting a child. Do you think that she would tell you the reason? And why would she, when you’re not someone she trusts?” He asked, shoving a huge bite of ham sandwich in his mouth.

I sh
ook my head looking back out the window; she was now sitting on the grass, with Beast sitting on top of her. “I know it’s fucked up, but she’s it.” He raised a brow at me. “I knew from the minute I saw her.”

“She’s your boom.” He
nodded in understanding.

“
Yeah, but some shit went down, and I used it as an excuse to avoid what I was feeling and pushed her away. I was still trying to hold on, but it didn’t work and blew up in my face. Now, I'm trying to figure out how the fuck to get back to where we were.”

“The only advice I can give you is to stick with it
, and it might not hurt to push her a little; it sounds like she’s not going to be very open to a relationship with you. But don’t give her a choice; play all your cards, even the ones that push her into a corner.”

“Is that what you did
, Don Juan?” I asked, looking down at July who had fallen asleep. If I got this in the end, I would do whatever was necessary.

“Fuck yeah!”
he said, making me laugh. He shook his head, shoving chips into his mouth. “Laugh all you want, fucker, but look at my life. I have a beautiful woman wearing my ring in my bed every night, a little girl who couldn’t be more perfect, and if God’s feeling generous, I will have my wife knocked up before the years out.”

“
You trying for another already?” I asked, slightly surprised. July was just two-months-old and I figured they would wait a year.

“I need a son
, dude. Fuck, my wife is beautiful, my daughter is going to be a knock out…I’m fucked unless I get another set of male eyes around here to help me out.”

“You do know that shit
’s like fifty-fifty, right? You could end up with another girl.”

“Na
w,” he shrugged, “I know it’s going to be a boy this time.” Shaking my head, I looked back out the window where Liz and Beast were laying down in the grass, her hand running over his head on her stomach.

I st
ood, taking July with me as I walked to the door, slid it open, and saw her head tilt back. “Come inside, baby; we need to go soon.” She didn’t say anything, but stood up, dusted her sweats and hands off while heading towards the house with Beast following behind her. She turned sideways to fit by me, and walked to the kitchen. She grabbed her bag off the counter, dug inside to pull out a box, and sat it on the counter while looking over at Asher.

“Can you give that to November for me?” Asher nod
ded, his mouth full of sandwich.

“What is it?” I ask
ed, walking over to where she stood

“A pair of earrings that I know she will love
,” she said, running her finger down July’s cheek. Her face changed so drastically that I couldn’t breathe; she wanted this. I could feel she wanted a family, or at least a baby; the longing in her eyes couldn’t be misinterpreted.

“Are you okay?” I ask
ed. She startled, taking a step back.

“Yeah
, just tired.”

“You wanna take a nap?” I ask
ed, handing July to her. She didn’t answer, but her arms went around July, her head tilting down. “Do you?” I asked again, my lips going to her hairline, breathing in her scent. It was unusual, like musky vanilla; I wasn’t lying when I said that her smell makes me want to eat her. That smell, that’s all her, made my mouth water. Something about it made me hungry. I’d never been one for going down on a female, but I could see myself spending a lot of time consuming
her
.

“Yeah
, I think I’ll just go home after this.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Trevor,” she shook her head; Asher’s advice came back to me.

“
We’re still going to dinner tonight. If you want, we can go to your house, pick up some clothes, go to mine, and take a nap for a couple hours before we need to get ready for dinner.”

“I don’t think we should have dinner,”
she whispered, looking over at Asher, who was sitting on the couch pretending not to listen.

“Too bad
. Now, do you want to take a nap before, or not?”

“Geez,
fine!” She glared, and I couldn’t help but smirk. She was fucking cute as hell when pissed.

“Good
. Kiss July and give her back to my brother,” I said. Her lips thinned, but she listened; taking July to Asher, she kissed her forehead, before handing her over to my brother. Then she walked back to the kitchen, grabbed her bag off the counter, swung it so it slammed into my stomach, and called goodbye to Asher as she walked out of the house.

“Jesus
, you’ve got your work cut out for you, bro,” Asher said, laughing. I had to agree, but knew that in the end, if I got my way, it would be worth it.

*~*~*

     
When Liz walked out of my bedroom in the dress she was wearing for dinner, I felt my zipper imprint on my dick. The floral sundress that hugged her body, showing off every single curve, made me want to drag the dress up her thighs and slide into her. The front was low, showing a fair amount of cleavage; the bottom reached just above the knee. On her feet were a pair of cream high heels that wrapped around her ankle, making me think of nothing but feeling them in my back as I plowed into her. Her hair was down and wavy, laying over the tops of her breasts. It didn’t look like she had on a lot of makeup except for on her lips; they were shiny with pink gloss. “What the fuck?”

“What?”
she startled, looking down at herself. I didn’t even notice her looking at me while I was checking her out. I had on a pair of black jeans, a dark grey button-down shirt, and a black vest. This was me dressed up; I only wore a suit if forced, and there hadn’t been too many occasions where that was necessary.

“You look beautiful
.”

“Oh,
thanks.” She smiled, her cheeks turning pink. “You look very nice yourself, Mr. Mayson.”

I shook my head
. “The only reason I'm going to look good tonight is because you’re on my arm.”

She smile
d, shaking her head, “You really are good at that, aren’t you?” She grabbed some stuff out of her purse and put them in a smaller bag.

“Good at what?”

“Making a woman feel like she’s all you see.”

“You
are
all I see.” I told her truthfully.

“Whatever
, can we just go?” Her eyes got wet, and my chest squeezed. I thought that we were making progress, but it seemed like we were stuck in limbo. I put my hands to her waist, lifted her onto the counter, stood between her legs, and fought the urge to look at where her dress had ridden up her thighs. “Now what are you doing?” she snapped, pushing against me. Taking her wrists, I held them behind her back.

“Baby
, listen to me.” Her breathing changed.

“I don’t have a choice
; you’re a bully and bigger than me,” she mumbled. She looked so cute that I leaned in and kissed her softly, before laying my forehead against hers.

“I know I fucked up, but I want you to give me a chance. If this doesn’t work out
, you don’t ever have to see me again. But try for me.”

I watched a tear slide down her cheek
. I released her wrists, and holding her face, I slid the tear away with my thumb. “How do I know that you’re serious about this?”

“Have you ever heard of me being in a relationship?”
She shook her head in response.

“I haven’t
been in one. I never even thought about it until I saw you sitting on my parents’ porch with your legs to your chest, a cup of coffee in your hand, your hair in a crazy mess around you. You looked beautiful; then you laughed and I knew that it was you for me. I wondered who you were, and when I found out that you lived in town and I had never even seen you before, I was shocked. So I started hanging out with you and found out that not only were you gorgeous, but also sweet. I didn’t know what to do with how I was feeling about you, so I used the only thing I could to push you away. The problem was I didn’t like it much when you gave me what I wanted.” I brushed her hair back from her face; she still looked uncertain. So I walked over to the junk drawer and riffled through it until I found a pen and piece of paper. I wrote on it and handed it to her. She sat there, looking at it, and biting her lip. I handed her the pen; she took it, made a circle, and then handed the note and pen back to me.

Will you go out with me?

YES or NO

She circled yes. I smiled and she giggled, shaking her head. “You do know you’re crazy, right?”

“I figure I missed out on this when I was young
, so I should start now.” She laughed, shaking her head again. I went back to her, and standing between her legs, I put my hands on her calves, running up her smooth silky skin to behind her knees. I pulled her deeper into me; I could feel the heat of her against me. Running my hands up her thighs, watching as they traveled up, then to her waist, I looked up to see her watching my hands too, while biting her lip. “You’re going to have to be patient with me and grade me on a curve.” I ran my thumbs on the underside of her jaw. “Can you do that?”

She swallowed
. “As long as you don’t hurt me again.” I knew that until I fixed the trust I had torn apart with her, she would be on edge. But as long as she gave me the time, it was fixable.

“I can’t promise that things will be perfect
, but I can promise that I will do my best to keep you happy.” I pulled back, kissing her forehead. “We need to get on the road so I can take you out on a date,” I told her, pulling her off the counter.

“
Alright, but I need to be home kind of early. It’s my turn to open the store tomorrow.”

“
I told you, you’re staying the night.”

She laugh
ed, patting my cheek. “Awww, Trevor. You have so much to learn about dating; you’ll be lucky if you get to first base tonight.” She stepped around me, grabbing her purse off the counter. “Are you ready?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. I was stuck in place.

“You’re joking
, right? I mean, you look like
that
and expect me only to kiss you?” She nodded. I know that I don’t know much about dating, but seriously, what the fuck? Shaking my head, I walked to the back door and opened it for her to step out before me.

“I thought we were leaving?”
She asked, probably confused that we weren’t walking out the front.

“
We are, but I'm not letting you climb in my truck wearing that dress. We’ll take my car.”

“You have a car?”

“Baby, there’s a lot about me that you don’t know,” I told her, opening my garage. My black-on-black 1969 Chevy Nova was looking back at us. I drive my girl a few times a year; most people don’t even know she exists.

“
Wow!” Liz whispered, putting my hand on the small of her back. I led her to the passenger side, helping her inside. Once I had her buckled in, I went to the driver’s side, sliding behind the wheel.

“You ready?” I look
ed over to where she was sitting; her fingers were running along the leather of the seat.

“Hm
m?” she mumbled, her fingers running along the dash. I chuckled, watching her.

“You ready to go?” I
asked again. This time, she startled, and her hand went to her lap.

“Oh yeah
, sure,” she mumbled.

“You like my car?”