Like a thief in the night, I stalk up to his house and try the doorknob—locked. I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves before I knock on the door. I can hear his heavy footsteps as he travels down the stairs, and I stare at him in awe as he opens the door.
Once again, I’m met with the naked chest of Trevor Shaw. I take my time to scan him completely, because… well, because I can. His gray sweatpants hang low on his hips, dangerously low. A light smattering of hair trails down from his navel to the top of the pants, directing the eye to what can only be described as an impressive piece of manhood. I swallow a gasp and continue my observation as I count the eight extended muscles in his abdomen. Are those nipple rings? How did I miss those last time? He bears no visible tattoos, but the nipple rings give him that bad boy appearance he wore like a badge of honor as a teen.
“If you keep staring at me like that, I’ll be forced to toss you over my shoulder and show you what I can do with these muscles.”
My mouth hangs open in surprise, and he reaches out and moves my chin upward, effectively closing my mouth.
“Did you need something, Quinn?”
“No… I mean yes. Do you think… I mean, you can say no, but what I’m trying to ask—”
“Quinn,” he barks.
“Sorry, do you think you can help me with the script read? I can’t find anyone else who’s willing. We can do it when you’re off work or whenever works for you. I’ll be at your beck and call.”
He takes a moment to consider my request before a conniving smile graces his lips. “My beck and call, you say?”
I try not to read into the hidden meaning of his words as I agree.
“You have a deal, sweetheart.”
Thrilled, I launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I don’t notice how he stiffens or how good he feels in my arms; I do note how one of his hands comes to rest on my ass and the other snakes around my waist.
We stay like this for a moment, but unfortunately my grip begins to loosen and I slide down his body. I have to hold back my gasp as his erection grazes against my stomach, but his growl doesn’t go unnoticed.
“I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away. So… I’ll see you tomorrow? Or not? I mean… just text me when you’re available. Izzy or your mom can give you my number.”
I spin on my heels and jog down the steps without so much as a goodbye, embarrassment reddening my cheeks.
“Hey, Quinn!” Trevor shouts into the dark night air, and I turn around as I reach the end of his walkway. “I’ll see you tomorrow at six.”
I nod in acknowledgment and make my way back to Izzy’s house, praying I haven’t made a colossal mistake.
Chapter Six
Trevor
THE SOY SAUCE MIXTURE bubbles in the pan as I pour it over the chicken and vegetables. Quinn hadn’t suggested dinner, but I figured she could always snack while I ate.
Her request last night hadn’t taken me by surprise, I figured most of her old colleagues would freak out over working with her. What had surprised me was her response to my agreement. When her legs had wrapped around my waist, I had to do everything possible to keep from bringing her inside my house and having my way with her.
It wasn’t just that her body was perfection—lush curves, small waist, smooth skin. Her personality reminds me of the innocent little girl who moved across the street from me as a teenager. Her fragile goodness beckons me, and it’s taking practiced restraint to hold back.
And yet here I am inviting her to do the read-through in my house.
“I should’ve suggested the library,” I murmur, then remember how sexy she looked playing a librarian in the film she released last year. I’d drag her off to the antique stacks in the basement.
The buzzer for the rice sounds in the kitchen at the same time there’s a knock at the door.
Fuck, she’s here.
I turn off the gas to the stove before I make my way to the door. In the mirror in the hall, I check my face one quick time, then glance down at my black T-shirt and camouflage cargo shorts. Satisfied with my appearance, I open the door and openly moan at the sight before me.
Quinn’s blonde hair is curled at the ends and pushed over one shoulder, showcasing her small ear where a sparkling jewel greets me. The soft peach dress hugs her chest and skims down her waist to flare out and stop at her upper thighs. My eyes never waver from that point, stuck on the smooth, milky skin at the top of her thighs.
A cough interrupts my musing, and I glance up at Quinn to find her bashfully smiling.
“Hi, Trevor.”
“Quinn, please come in. I wasn’t sure if you’d eaten, but I have some stir fry ready to go,” I offer, leading her to the kitchen. Even without turning around, I can feel her eyes boring into my backside, and I mentally fist-pump.
“This smells amazing.” She inhales deeply as her eyes shut.
“Can I make you a plate?”
“Mmm, yes, please.”
At the kitchen table, she pulls out a chair and sits down casually, placing the stack of white papers on the tabletop. My tongue practically wags out of my mouth when her skirt rides higher on her thighs.
I fill a couple ceramic plates and set them on the table.
“Bon appétit.”
“Thanks, Trevor. This looks great.” With her fork full of vegetables and chicken, she places it in her mouth and moans in delight. “So good.”
“Thank you.”
Finally scooping some of the food in my mouth, I enjoy the comfortable silence of our meal.
“So tell me, how does this new and improved Trevor Shaw come from the same Trevor who evoked fear in most of our teachers?” she asks curiously.
“Well, looks can be deceiving. I never did any of the things I was accused of.”
“Not even gluing the principal to his seat?”
“Not even that one.”
“So why did you take the blame?”
“It was just easier than fighting the system. I knew I hadn’t done anything, and so did my parents. That’s all that mattered to me.”
“Wow, I feel like I never knew you at all.”
“Well, just because I wasn’t the one who did them doesn’t mean I wasn’t there when it happened. I just made sure to keep my hands clean.”
She giggles and I smile at the sound. “So you’re like 50 percent troublemaker.”
“Something like that. And what about you, Quinn Miller? Tell me why you haven’t kept in touch with your parents.”
“Well, I think it just boiled down to the fact that I required attention they didn’t want to take away from their work. And after the horrific graduation party, they told me to get out, that they didn’t sign up for this when they became parents. It also didn’t help that I had no desire to study science and that I turned down all of my college acceptance letters. I knew what I wanted to do with my life, and I was determined to make it happen. I’m one of the lucky ones in this industry.”
“They don’t deserve you, you know?”
“Who?”
“Your parents. If they couldn’t support you, then they don’t deserve you.”
“Thanks for saying that, Trevor.”
Our plates scraped clean, I reach over and snag the papers on the table.
“So, how does this work?”
“I’ll read the part I’ll be playing, and you can read the opposing characters.”
“I see. Do we need to act out anything or just read what’s written?”
“I tend to move around to feel the story, but you don’t have to.”
Nodding, I set our plates in the sink for washing later. She follows me from the kitchen to the living room, where I take a seat on the couch while Quinn continues to stand.
“There’s a second copy under the binder clip. Could you hand it to me?”
The papers remain steady in my hands even though internally my nerves are shaking.
“Thanks,” Quinn cheerfully r
eplies. “So, you’ll start off as Brian, the love interest and the boss, and I’m playing Kaitlyn, the disgruntled employee. We can start at scene two, since the opening is just a monologue. This is a romantic comedy, so timing, for me, will be everything.”
“Got it.”
“I’m not sure how much longer I can take this anymore, Jennifer. How does he think he can get away with this? Firing 80 percent of the staff in his first week? His ego must be the largest thing about Brian Jenkins.”
Completely enraptured by the way she transformed into the role, I almost miss my line. “Did I hear my name?”
“No, sir.”
“I’m sure I did. Please step into my office Ms.…”
“Ms. Hartwell. Kaitlyn Hartwell.”
The scene continues to unfold before my eyes, but I’m completely fascinated with Quinn and her abilities. She isn’t just good, she’s amazing at her craft.
“Whew, do you think I can get a water?” she says after a while. “My throat is getting dry.”
“Sure, I’ll grab us some glasses. Anything else you’d like?”
“Chocolate?” she jokes as she goes back to reading over the next scene in the script.
In the kitchen, I fill our glasses from the tap just as a bright light flashes outside the window and a rumble vibrates the house.
“Shit,” I murmur as I make my way back to the living room, remembering how much a certain someone hates storms. When I find her clutching the script as if her life depends on it, I guess her fear hasn’t diminished.
“Quinn, are you still freaked out by thunder and lightning?” I ask as I place the glasses on the coffee table.
“No, of course not,” she responds just as the lights flicker, then extinguish completely. “I lied, I’m still scared of storms.”
Carefully walking over to where she’d been standing, I reach out in the hopes of finding her. She yelps just as my fingers touch her arm, then mutters an apology.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
She follows my command and presses her shaking body against my chest. Another flash of lightning brightens the room, and I look down into her terrified eyes. I don’t recollect the reason behind her fear, but I’m sure it has to do with neglectful parents and a young girl having to weather the storm herself. Her eyes instantly change from fear to desire as they focus on my lips.
Fuck, I want to kiss her so bad I can feel it in my bones. I thrust my hands into her hair and tilt her head back.
“Quinn, I’m going to make something perfectly clear. When I kiss you, you will be mine for however long you’re here. Nothing more, just sex. Can you handle that?”
God, I hope she can.
“I have no plans to stay in Dale City. Just sex. I can handle it.”
Frantically, I lean forward and seal my lips with hers, her beautiful plump lips brushing against mine. There is no slow start, just a desperate plea to taste as much of her as possible.
Lightning flashes again, and I pull away from her slightly and reach down to scoop her into my arms with the intentions of carrying her to my bedroom.
The house rumbles just as I set her on top of the duvet. Slowly, I remove each sandal from her delicate feet and make my way up the bed to rest my body on top of hers. Her hand snakes into my hair and tugs my head toward her mouth, where she seductively sucks on my bottom lip as her hips rock against my leg.
“Damn, baby.”
Her neck calls to me, and I move my lips farther down to suck on the sweet skin at her pulse point, earning me a cry of want. While she’s distracted, I glide my hand up her arm, then slowly trail the strap of her dress over her shoulder and down to her elbow until one of her pert breasts is exposed before repeating the move on the other side.
“Trevor,” Quinn whimpers.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m going to make you feel good.”
I move my mouth from her neck and trace a path down to her left nipple as I reach up to caress her right breast. The weight is incredible in my hold, and I have to control the urge to squeeze it too harshly. A gasp escapes her mouth and she arches her back as I suck and nip on the blush-colored pebble.
Equal opportunistic man that I am, I turn my attention to the other breast and repeat the same motions.
Quinn continues to squirm under me and I push her dress up, allowing my leg to rest more firmly at her core. Through my shorts, I can feel how wet she is, and it turns me on even more. My cock strains for attention beneath my zipper.
“Do you want more, sweetheart?”
Her hands skirt underneath my shirt, easing it up my chest. I help her remove it and watch in the darkness as her chest rises and falls at a faster pace. Her hands explore my body, taking her time to dip in and out of each divot between the muscles. My nipples painfully harden as she tugs on the piercings with her delicate fingers.
“Fuck, that feels good, baby,” I growl and rub my erection against her soaked center.
She begins to reach for my zipper, but I know if she so much as touches my cock, I’ll lose it and fuck her senseless. Normally I would have no qualms about this, but Quinn is my friend—well, at one time and place we were best friends. And she doesn’t need to be treated like the women I’m normally with. She needs to be treated with the care she deserves.
Placing my hand on top of hers, I reluctantly halt her movements.
“Quinn, I want to make you feel good.”
A magnetic draw seals our lips together once more, and our tongues taste the incredible flavor of each other’s mouths. The smooth skin of her legs explodes in goose bumps as I slide my hand up her thigh. I’m surprised when I come in contact with what appears to be a simple pair of panties. She’s flaunted her body in thongs and less in magazines, so to find that she isn’t that girl she’s made out to be makes me smile against her lips.
The waistband sits low on her hips and I trace the elastic material back and forth, letting the tips of my fingers dip past the barrier. Her teeth nibble at my lip, and I take that as a suggestion to continue further. Beneath the panties, I’m welcomed with a heated wet center.
“So fucking wet for me, sweetheart.”
The folds welcome my fingers and I glide them back and forth, making sure to pay extra attention to the swollen bundle of nerves peeking out from beneath its hood. The muscles in her legs begin to quiver, and I know she’s getting closer to her precipice.
“Are you going to come, baby?”
As she nods in reply, I slide one and then two fingers deep into her slit, stroking relentlessly.
“Fuck,” she shouts, her head rearing back and her body arching.
Her core clamps down onto my digits and my erection grows to painful measures. I continue to stroke and rub her sex to help Quinn ride out her orgasm.
Then my phone rings on the nightstand, the flashing name on the screen like a downfall of cold water on our moment.
Quinn jumps from the bed and quickly adjusts her clothes.
“Oh my God, how could we forget about Izzy? She’s going to flip out. Trevor,” she says frantically, “she can not know about this. It would kill her.”
Hands up in surrender, I calmly assure, “Hey, don’t worry, I won’t say a word. We’ll just have to sneak around, that’s all. Can you handle that?”
“I don’t know. She’s my best friend, Trevor.”
“I was once your best friend too.”
“I know,” she says as she makes her way to the front door, swinging it widely only to come face-to-face with a downpour.
“Quinn, I can take you home.”
“I’ll be fine. It’s just across the street.”
“Quinn,” I sigh as she steps out onto the porch and farther into the rain. “Quinn, you’re mine!” I shout above the sound of the downpour.
“You’re fucking mine,” I whisper to myself as I close the door behind her, praying Izzy doesn’t find out because Quinn is right—it’ll devastate her.
Chapter Seven
Quinn
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HAIR PLASTERED TO MY face, I head into Izzy’s house looking like a drowned rat. Hurriedly I rush into my bedroom, doing my best to ignore the storm whirling outside, and the one whirling inside of me.
I’ve never let go like that before. The way Trevor was able to possess my body with just the lightest touch of his fingers was something I had only read about, but having it happen to me personally left me reeling.
As I pull the soaked dress from my body, a shiver trembles down my spine, not from the cold but from my skin sensitivity. Needing to clear my mind, I plop onto my bed and lie back, letting the darkness surround me. My body still craves Trevor’s touch; it’s strung so tightly I feel like it’ll break at any moment.
I listen closely for any noises but hear nothing but the sound of rain pounding away on the roof. Within the blackness, I make out my duffel bag and an idea forms in my mind. I search through the bag and practically whimper when I can’t locate what I’m looking for, but then I find it underneath a pair of shorts.
Triumphantly I carry the vibrator back to the bed, where I relax against the cool sheets. Closing my eyes, I allow visions of Trevor and the way he commanded my body to take over. One of my free hands works its way to my breasts, gently squeezing the masses as I slide the vibrator through my still-slick folds. I envision the way our mouths had sealed together as if possessed by a needy desire. The way his fingers delicately traced each inch of my skin. The way he seemed to want me just as much as I wanted him.
I slide the vibrator in and out of my heated center, rubbing it across my clit at every pass.
I moan as another release builds in my core. Picturing Trevor’s impressive cock slipping in and out of my sex, I detonate with his name on my lips.
Completely spent, and now with the realization that we have no water without the power on, I set the vibrator aside with the hope that I remember to wash it tomorrow. Another crash of lightning soars across the sky, followed by a pounding of thunder.
The front door opens and closes quickly, and then I hear a knock at my bedroom door.
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