His Every Need

by Terri L. Austin

  ***

  Three weeks. He’d been sleeping next to Allison for three weeks and he felt… What? Content? Yes, that was it. He’d even picked up an annoying habit of humming. His attorney even commented on it.

  “What’s up with you?” Alex asked. “Did you make another million or something?”

  “Probably.”

  “And why are we meeting on the terrace?” Alex glanced around the garden. “We’ve met out here four times in the past few weeks.” He reached for the sweating glass of iced tea. “Is this because of the girl you introduced me to? Allie, was it?”

  Trevor raised a brow. “What makes you say that?”

  Alex smirked. “That shit-eating grin you’re wearing? That’s what love looks like, my friend.”

  “Don’t be stupid.” Love didn’t come into the equation with Allie. He just enjoyed her company. And her body. And holding her in his arms as he fell asleep each night.

  That was lust, not love.

  True, it was more powerful than anything he’d felt before, but it would pass. And while he was in the grips of it, he would enjoy it, enjoy her. Every lovely curve.

  He forced his mind off Allie and focused on the business at hand. He loved his work. Breathed it. Lived it. But he had a surprise for Allie tonight, and like a schoolboy, he couldn’t wait to see her reaction.

  “Trevor?”

  He blinked at Alex. “Right, let’s run the numbers.”

  ***

  After Alex left, Trevor decided to play hooky and take a swim with Allison in the grotto. He’d given Arnold strict instructions. Trevor didn’t care if the bloody house was on fire, they were not to be disturbed. And that especially applied to his parents.

  He and Allie swam and splashed each other, playing like a couple of kids. Then she sucked him off beneath the waterfall. The cool water washing over him, her hot mouth on his cock. It’d made him crazy. And it was the most relaxing afternoon he could remember.

  After dinner, he told her to throw on some warm clothes and a jacket. He’d given no other details, and she had been quizzing him ever since.

  “What are we doing? Where are we going?” she asked for the fourth time.

  “You’re like an annoying child, really.” He drove the sedan out of town, past the lights and the crowds, and into the desert.

  “If you’re taking me to the brothels, you’re in big trouble.”

  He laughed and snatched her hand, bringing it to rest on his leg. “Why would I take you to a brothel?”

  “I couldn’t begin to imagine.”

  He didn’t let go of her hand. “You’ll just have to be patient, love.”

  After a few minutes, he pulled the car off the road. “We’re here.”

  She turned to look at him. “Are you planning on burying me out here? Do I have to dig my own grave too?”

  “You’re an idiot.” He leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose. Then he hopped out of the car and walked to the trunk where he removed a large duffel bag.

  “What’s that?” Allie asked.

  “That is a telescope. You said your dad used to bring you and your sisters to look at the stars.” He closed the trunk and began walking away from the car. “I thought you might enjoy this. We’re meant to have a good view of Orion this time of year.”

  Allie stopped in her tracks. It took Trevor a moment to realize she wasn’t walking next to him. He spun around. “What’s wrong, love?” He walked back and rubbed her arm through her down-filled coat. “Are you warm enough?”

  “Um, yeah.” She cleared her throat. “I’m just surprised, that’s all. Come on,” she said, tugging on his hand, “let’s have a look.”

  She didn’t seem like herself, yet she wasn’t angry or upset. He shrugged it off and allowed himself to be led further away from the road. He glanced toward the sky as he walked. It was a fine, clear night for stargazing. “You know, my grandfather used to have a telescope set up in his study. He always said if you think the stars look small, imagine how insignificant you appear to them.” Trevor pulled a flashlight out of his pocket. “Here”—he handed it to her—“hold this.”

  She trained the light on the bag while Trevor unpacked the telescope and tripod. He set it up and punched a few numbers into the remote. He’d already preprogrammed it for their location.

  “He was a good man, your grandfather?” Allie asked.

  “Yes.” Trevor looked into the eyepiece. “I spent my holidays at his pile outside Kent.”

  “What about your mom and dad?”

  He raised his head from the finderscope and pulled her to him. “Look at this, Allie. It’s magnificent.”

  She stepped toward him and lowered her head. “It’s beautiful.” She stayed that way for some minutes.

  “Let me move it a little for you.” He hit another button on the remote. “Should be able to see Sirius.”

  She leaned her head down to the scope. “Your grandfather was right. I do feel insignificant.” She stepped back and let him have a turn. “So you never spent any time with your parents?”

  “My mother used to take me for a week, sometimes two. I rarely had her undivided attention. You know how she loves drama. So if by chance she was getting along with her husband du jour, she would make a big show playing happy families. But it was always a cockup. Either my stepsiblings and I didn’t get along, or she and her husband would fight. Eventually, I told her if she wanted to see me, she could come visit Grandfather. She rarely did, unless she was between husbands. I think I just saw a shooting star. Come look, maybe you’ll see one too.”

  “You’re supposed to make a wish, I think,” she said, scooting in front of him.

  “Wishes are for children.” He placed his hands on her hips as she gazed at the sky.

  “What about your dad?” she asked.

  “He’s very much a child.”

  Allie scoffed but didn’t raise her head. “No, did you see him at all?”

  “He would come up to school every once in a while and take me to dinner. He would say a hell of a lot of nothing, give me some pocket money, and before I knew it, he was married again. Then I wouldn’t see him for months on end.”

  “I think they’re here for you, Trevor.”

  “The stars?”

  “Your parents.”

  “I thought they just wanted to annoy the shit out of me. And they’re doing a smashing job.” He stepped back and looked up into the sky. “It’s amazing that all those lights are made of gas and dust.”

  “They love you.”

  “Stars don’t love. Look.” He pointed. “The Little Dipper.”

  Allie tipped her head back. “See it.” She wrapped her arm around his waist. “They are self-absorbed. But they’re trying to make amends.”

  Trevor grabbed her ass. Such a nice, firm little thing. He gave it a squeeze. “Ever fucked out in the desert, beneath the stars?”

  “Ever given me a straight answer?”

  “I’ll take that as a no,” he said. “I brought a blanket.”

  Allie shivered. “Too cold.”

  They spent the next hour looking through the lens at the stars. When Allie’s teeth started chattering, Trevor wrapped his arms around her.

  “Thank you for this.” She leaned her head against his chest.

  He kissed her crown. “You’re welcome.”

  “Take me home to bed.”

  Home. He liked the way she said that, as if she belonged there.

  He dismantled the telescope while she held the flashlight. “I’ll just say this and then I’ll drop it,” she said.

  He stopped to look at her. “Allison, you’re a terrible liar.”

  “You’re right. I’ll keep bringing it up until you listen to me. You don’t have to be best
friends with them, but I think you should forgive them.”

  He finished packing up the equipment and zipped the bag closed. “I’m sure it would be good for my soul.” He stood and took the flashlight from her hand and began walking toward the car.

  Allie jogged to keep up with him. “I miss my mom so much, and if I thought she’d died without my forgiveness, that she’d tried to make something right and I’d shunned her…”

  He stopped and stared down at her. “I’m letting them stay in my bloody fucking house. What more do you want from me?” He blew out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

  Allie stood on her toes and kissed his chin. “I want you to be happy.”

  Chapter 19

  When Allie awoke the next morning, he was gone. The filtered light shone through the curtain, and the dent he’d left in the pillow was cold. Since Trevor had started sleeping in her room, Frances hadn’t been coming in to wake Allie in the mornings, probably at Trevor’s request. When she looked at the clock, she realized that if Frances didn’t wake her up, she would have to start setting an alarm.

  He’d kept her up half the night, accepting her challenge to his sexual prowess, as he put it. She had been a big fool to tease him about having only two orgasms. And last night he’d been out for vengeance.

  “Just to put your mind at ease, darling, I’m going to make you come again,” he said, grinning, his head between her legs.

  “No,” she said. “You’ve proven your point. I can’t come any more. Let me have some rest, for God’s sake, man.” She had only been half joking. He’d already made her come three times in a row and she didn’t think she could take any more. She was on sensory overload by that point. But once again, Trevor proved her wrong.

  His tongue and fingers drew a response from her, making her cry out as she held his head in place, her hands pulling at his hair. By the time he was finished, he climbed up to lay next to her, sounding very smug. “So, what’s better than exceptional?”

  “I promise, I’ll never question your sexual stamina again.” She lay like a limp rag, beyond sated.

  Trevor pulled her against him and wrapped his arm around her. “See that you don’t, Miss Campbell. I told you, I take my fucking very seriously.” He kissed her temple and fell asleep.

  Now, Allie crawled out of bed, a little stiff from last night’s sexual gymnastics. By the lateness of the hour, she knew Trevor had already finished breakfast, so she took her time getting ready. A long, hot bath soothed her delicious aches. When she finally made her way downstairs, she found Mags in the drawing room, nursing a cup of coffee and flipping through a bridal magazine.

  “Good morning, dearest,” she said.

  “So, where’s Nigel?” Allie asked.

  “Sunning himself by the pool. He wants to have tan legs for the wedding.”

  “Do you think Trevor will ever forgive you?” Allie asked, plopping down next to Mags.

  She gazed up from the magazine, a vulnerable look in her eyes which she quickly blinked away. Taking a deep breath, she thrust her shoulders back. “I think so. And if not, well, Nigel and I enjoy Las Vegas. We can stay indefinitely.”

  “I’m sorry, it’s really none of my business.”

  “Of course it’s your business, darling. Everything about Trevor is your business.”

  “Please don’t say things like that. Trevor is…fond of me. But that’s it. I don’t want you to think there’s anything permanent between us.”

  Mags’s eyes traveled over Allie’s heat-filled face. “You know, dearest, I’ve been thinking about the hen party.”

  Allie sighed. Trevor didn’t fall far from the avoidance tree. “What about the hen party?”

  “I think we should invite Karen.”

  Allie straightened. “Guidance counselor Karen? My dad’s new girlfriend Karen?”

  Mags smiled. “Yes, exactly. It would be a nice way to get to know her.”

  “No. Absolutely not. It’s a terrible idea.”

  “Oh.” Mags pouted prettily. “Of course, it’s your decision.”

  Allie relaxed. “Good.”

  “I just thought since it was my hen party, I could invite whom I wanted.”

  “Mags, you don’t even know her.”

  “Neither do you, but you’re right, darling, of course.” She tapped a finger against her cup. “It’s just that she’s been so involved in your father’s life and has been spending time with Brynn.”

  She was right, Karen was a fixture now. Allie stood. “Fine. I’ll go call her.”

  “And you’ll be sweet and ask very, very nicely?”

  Allie raised one brow. “I’ll be polite, but let’s not get crazy.”

  ***

  Three days later, Mags’s sister flew in from London. Allie wasn’t sure what to expect, but Pixie managed to make Mags seem tame. She was a few years younger, and where Mags was curvy and voluptuous, Pix was petite and slim. Somewhere in her late forties or early fifties, she looked at least fifteen years younger with a pretty, delicate heart-shaped face.

  When Pix arrived from the airport, Trevor had greeted her with real affection, placing a kiss on each cheek. Her twentysomething Italian husband got a cool handshake and a cold stare.

  That night, for the hen party, Pix wore a feather dress and black stacked platforms with red corset lacing along the back of the heel. Mags looked like a diva in a silver beaded dress.

  Allie wasn’t thrilled about going. She didn’t want to spend an evening with Karen. It was bound to be tense and uncomfortable. When Trevor tried to talk her into staying home with him instead, she was almost persuaded.

  “We could spend the evening in bed. I’ll make it worth your while, Miss Campbell. I’ll break out the handcuffs again.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

  “Sorry, English. You’re going to have to spend time with your father and your new Uncle Paolo.”

  “Uncle? The man’s younger than I am.”

  Allie stroked his cheek. “It’s just one night. You’ll live. So will I.” She moved toward the staircase, but Trevor snagged her hand and pulled her back.

  “Don’t touch the strippers darling, you don’t know where they’ve been.” He kissed her lightly before letting her go.

  “Back atcha.”

  She walked out the front door and scooted into the limo with Mags and Pixie. They picked Karen up a few minutes later, and as soon she climbed inside, Mags poured the champagne.

  “Thank you for inviting me,” Karen said, looking at Allie.

  Allie stuck a smile on her face. “Sure. Glad to have you.”

  Pix produced four tiaras and handed them out. “Ladies, it’s time to get our freak on.”

  Karen looked a little nonplussed but gamely placed the tiara on her head. “Where exactly are we going?”

  Mags’s laugh tinkled like a fountain while Pix’s laugh was huskier, more seductive. “You’ll find out. Allie, tiara,” Pixie said.

  With a sigh of resignation, Allie shoved the tiara on her head. She may as well get into the spirit of things or it would be a long night. “There, how do I look?”

  Mags grinned. “Like the princess you are, dearest.”

  “Here, girls.” Pix scooped up three hot-pink gift bags.

  Peeking inside the bag, Allie laughed and pulled out the contents, one at a time. “Good Lord, Pix.” It was a penis paradise—rocket pockets, penis candies, mints and suckers along with a flashing pecker pin.

  Karen’s eyes grew huge. “Oh my.”

  “Let’s put on our pins, darlings,” Mags said. She attached hers to her one-shouldered dress. The penis-shaped pin lit from the inside with a flashing yellow light. “Now, girls, how do I look?”

  With her marabou and fake rhinestone tiara and cock jewelry, she looked like a loon. But she see
med to be having such a good time, Allie said, “You look great, Mags.”

  Simmons pulled to a stop in front of a club that advertised an all-male review in neon. “If you ladies need me, I’ll be right out here.” He glanced at Allie and nodded. “You have my cell number?”

  “Yeah, thanks.”

  As they approached the club, a shirtless hunk stood at the door taking tickets. He flashed a grin. “Welcome.”

  They maneuvered through the dark interior as another muscled, shirtless man led them to their table. “Enjoy yourselves.”

  “Oh, we will, pet, I promise,” Pix said.

  Allie rolled her eyes. Whether she got into the spirit of the evening or not, it was definitely going to be a long night. They ordered drinks and Allie nursed hers.

  Karen leaned over. “Have you ever been here?”

  “No,” Allie said. “Do you feel uncomfortable?”

  Karen pointed to a waiter across the room. “That was one of my students a couple of years ago. It’s strange.”

  Yeah, Allie imagined it would be. The lights dimmed and she turned toward the stage.

  A guy in a tux introduced the strippers. The music overhead blared out a patriotic theme, and one by one, hot men, their muscles bulging, stepped out onto the stage, each in a different military uniform.

  “Oh, I love a man in a uniform,” Mags said.

  Pix smiled. “I love a man out of one.”

  It was like being with two middle-aged, horny teenagers.

  The guys danced across the stage, ripping off their uniforms. Those tan, virtually naked men—save for the banana hammock G-strings—strutted around and froze in a series of bodybuilder poses. There were hip thrusts, gyrations, and one could work his ass like a paint shaker.

  But things got really disturbing when Mr. Marine pulled Mags up onto the stage, sat her in a chair, and humped her face. Allie grabbed her phone and, laughing, sent a picture to Trevor.

  Her phone immediately vibrated. Waving to Pix, she slid out of her seat and wound her way through the club to the front door. The bouncer gave her a once-over and a seductive smile. She walked further from the entrance and answered. “Yes?”