“Fuck,” I growled.
Sera grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted. She took it off and wrestled her bra down her arms, all while my hands cupped her chest. She filled my hands with ease. I inched my hands down and touched under her breasts, my thumbs purposely moving across her nipples, making her jump, her nipples reacting, thickening and hardening all in the same second.
I kept my hands moving down her body, my fingertips addicted to the curve of her waist.
She came forward and I finally tasted her skin. The smell of her sweet body with a touch of warmth, my lips pressing against her left nipple with a soft kiss before I quickly opened my mouth to have her. As I engulfed her chest, my hands opened wide and spread across her back, pulling her close. It made it hard for me to breathe, but it was worth it.
“Trev,” Sera purred in a throaty growl as she began to lose her breath.
Her hips pounded down against my body, making it almost painfully uncomfortable as my cock was twisted inside my boxers and jeans.
I bent my knees and hesitated for a split second. My thumbs touched her ribs and pressed just enough to make Sera jump and pull away from me. She was fucking beautiful. Not just because she was topless and drunk, ready to let me fuck her. It was her eyes. Her goddamn eyes. I’d never looked into a woman’s eyes before and given a damn…
“Trev…”
“You’re drunk, sweetheart,” I said.
“I’m not drunk,” she said.
“Good,” I said.
“Good?” Sera asked.
I had my feet planted firmly to the floor. I pressed with my back and pulled Sera to me tightly for a hug she’d never forget.
Then I stood up and turned so that her back was toward the bed.
I knew that if I put her down, there was no stopping what would happen.
She touched my face and kissed me. So fucking gently too.
The kind that went beyond whiskey and secrets.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“I know,” Sera whispered back.
She kissed me again.
I put her down onto the bed.
Chapter 17
Serafina
His body was built for what was about to happen. I maybe sort of hated myself for thinking that way about Trev, but feeling his touch on my body, the way his hands could be gentle one second, a little rougher the next, it was almost too much to take at once.
When he kissed my neck, I shivered and wrapped my arms around his wide and strong back, pulling him closer, even though it tickled as much as it felt good. But what Trev could do that nobody else could, was that he knew exactly when to make the next move. He was forever two steps ahead of my mind and synced up with my body in a way that nobody had ever been before.
As he kissed down my chest I looked down and groaned. The swirl of his tongue around my right nipple made me thrust my chest at him. My nails scratched at his back, sliding away and down to the bed where I curled my hands tightly and sucked in a breath. I tasted whiskey and Trev’s mouth. My head spun and I waited for my heart to try and convince me that I was just drunk and this was a terrible idea.
All my heart did though was race. Faster by the second. With each inch down my body, it got harder to breathe. I arched my back when Trev touched the sides of my panties. My pants had been on the floor for what felt like hours now. In fact, the only pieces of clothing that kept each temptation sort of away were my panties and his boxers. Judging by the size of the bulge in his boxers, they really weren’t doing much of anything. And then within a few more seconds, my panties were down to my knees.
Trev began to kiss my leg. A spot where I had never been kissed before. I forced myself to look down at him. Almost propped up on my elbows, watching his kisses trail up my leg and slowly move toward my inner thigh. All the while he eased my panties down the rest of my body. Between my legs, he paused for a second. I swallowed hard with anticipation and with the realization that this was a man that I was with. Finally. A real man.
My legs started to shake as I ached in all the right places.
When Trev came forward, I gasped before he touched me. And when he did touch me, it was a few inches above where I thought he was going to kiss me. His lips pressed to my lower belly, leaving me groaning and rocking my hips.
He put his hands to the bed and pushed himself away. He looked up at me and curled his lips.
I reached for him with my right hand, touching his hard jaw. My pointer and middle fingers tracing the line.
It felt like the entire night had slowed down.
Maybe Trev was slowing on purpose to give me a chance to run like hell. And I probably should have run like hell. Everything was wrong with us, with this, but I couldn’t get away. I didn’t want to get away. I wanted to give everything that Trev wanted. Every story and secret, but I was in an interesting spot. Not just naked and exposed and vulnerable to this gorgeous rough and tough man. I didn’t want him to judge me… and I didn’t want him to leave me.
I opened my mouth to say something and nothing came out.
Which was okay.
A split second later, Trev came up and stole my words with a kiss.
* * *
Our bodies were pressed together as I gasped for air. Trev’s mouth still flirted with mine as he thrust forward, burying himself deeper inside me. He held there and bucked his hips forward, leaving me to claw at his back and work my way to his shoulders to hang on.
After that first feel of Trev’s body, I knew I was addicted.
I put my head back and groaned, feeling him kissing my neck again. This time he moved faster. His kissing on target, a little sloppy, exactly what I needed while the lower half of his body began to have me. Pulling back and slamming forward, each movement with more force than the previous one.
He started to push himself up, putting distance between us. That’s when I put my hands to his chest. I couldn’t feel his tattoo, obviously, but I didn’t care. I stared at the sexy black ink and then stared into his eyes, my hands shaking with the perfect thrusts he gave me over and over. His hands inched down the bed until he grabbed me at my hips. He squeezed and pulled, planting his feet to the floor. A sly grin crept across his face, telling me this was the position he wanted me in.
I stayed with him as he moved faster. My hands went from his chest down to the bed and finally to his wrists. I started to pull at him, wanting him closer to me. His left hand slid up the bed and to my body, cupping my breast. His other hand cut under my ass, then to the small of my back. His knees moved to the bed and he lifted me with ease. I gasped as I rose from the bed. I held onto his arms, feeling the steel like definition that I never knew was possible.
“Holy shit,” I managed to whisper.
Trev took me further up the bed, never leaving my body. He placed me down, put his hands flat to the bed, did a half pushup so we could kiss, and he started to thrust again.
My ankles locked around his waist as I lost control of my body and its wild needs. I began to climax almost instantly and tried to scream his name, but it only came out as a hoarse cry. I crunched forward, a slave to my own body and mounting pleasure and pressure as they fought a war in my core and between my thighs. All the while Trev kept going. Thrusting hard. Thrusting deep. Knowing exactly how to have me as I came. Not just stopping and admiring me like I was some science project. He was a real man and knew how to pleasure a woman.
I managed to get one hand around the back of his neck. My other hand was left stranded on the bed, clutching the sheets again. It was an awkward way to sit up but it was the best I could do. I jerked my hips at him, almost grinding as I groaned. I kissed at his chest, barely able to do so.
It could have been ten seconds or ten minutes, I didn’t know - or care, when Trev touched my back and guided me back down to the bed one more time. That’s when he kissed me again, as deep and hard as his cock moving between my legs. When I felt that last thrust of his and the way his body flexed, and the deep, growling nois
e he made mid-kiss, I shut my eyes and felt myself losing it again.
I held Trev and he held me… and I didn’t want either of us to let go.
* * *
I couldn’t sleep.
Trev’s hand touched my arm as he slept.
This was the normal thing to do, right? We hung out. We drank. We got into bed. And now the plan was… to sleep. Wake up in the morning with crazy hair, crazy breath, flirty eyes, and hopefully some more hot sex. Figure out coffee, breakfast, and then that awkward few minutes of what to do next.
In a funny way, it was exactly what I had been wanting for a long time now. But I was just so used to the jump and run game that I found myself anxious. My heart wouldn’t ease up for a second, and not in a good way either. The butterflies in my stomach after both myself and Trev were finished as we kept kissing were now replaced with what felt like nails.
I managed to creep out of the bed and gather my clothes without waking him.
I balled them up and held them against my chest and stared at the bed. I bit my lip and felt like I could cry.
How did I let everything get out of control?
I found my phone and saw that Max had sent me three texts. It had been a while since he and I had been together. I wondered if I just stopped answering him, would it all go away? He had more to lose than I did in this situation. My stomach did a few more backflips. Then came all the letters. The piece of my heart I wanted to share with Trev, but he wouldn’t read. Not to mention whatever he was hiding…
I shook my head and slipped out of the bedroom. In the hallway of his apartment I hurried to dress myself. It wasn’t the way I wanted to do this. I wanted to be in bed with Trev. I wanted to feel him hold me all night. I wanted to wake up to him kissing me… touching me… his strong fingers…
“No,” I whispered.
I swallowed hard and tucked my phone into my back pocket.
I was okay to drive, but just to make sure of it, I went to the kitchen quickly and chugged two glasses of water. Lucky for me, I hadn’t had a sip of whiskey in hours and fooling around with Trev really helped to burn all the booze off. Because he was that good at it.
You could have that again in the morning, Serafina. If you would just stay…
I didn’t stay. I couldn’t stay.
I snuck out of the apartment and did a very lonely and heart-aching walk of shame. The cool air outside helped me breathe a little easier.
But it didn’t stop the tears from coming.
Chapter 18
Trev
My hand touched the bed and I opened my eyes to find that I was alone. I sighed and quickly threw the covers off my body. I managed to get my jeans and stepped into them as I ran toward the door. I almost face-planted into the door, but managed to get out, get my jeans on, and not break my nose.
I hurried through the apartment and could smell Sera. It was weird for me, walking like an animal in the woods with my nose up, trying to track her down.
I saw a glass on the counter in the kitchen. My eyes shot to the door. I ended up going to the window in the living room and peeled the curtain back and looked down to the parking lot.
That’s when I saw her.
Sera sitting in her car.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
You’d think I would be happy with this turn of events. It would have been great to have a woman come over for a few drinks and some fun between the sheets. And then she wakes up on her own and disappears.
But not Sera.
I didn’t want her to go.
I didn’t even plan for the bedroom activity to happen the way it did. I thought we were going to sit there and keep talking. How about that? Me… sitting there and talking to a woman. Wanting to keep talking. Shit, trading a night of sex for talking? Getting a little hurt that she left after having sex with me?
I touched my jaw and growled.
Maybe I was getting soft.
Maybe I was falling for her.
I shook my head.
No. That wasn’t going to happen.
My life was too messed up to fall for Sera. I just wanted to make sure she was okay.
She just sat there in her car though. She must have worked damn hard to sneak quietly out of the bed and get through the apartment without waking me. And now she’d got down to her car and was just sitting there. The car running. Hands on the steering wheel.
“What are you going to do now, sweetheart?” I whispered.
A few seconds later, Sera moved. She didn’t open the door and get out of the car. Instead, she put the car into reverse and started to back up.
Then she looked up, right at me. Even at the distance from the ground up to the window in my apartment, our eyes locked tight.
I didn’t make a move.
Neither did she.
Well, not until she backed up and left for good.
* * *
I rang the doorbell and waited for my mother to answer the door. When she did, she smiled big and threw her arms out and jumped at me. It was like we hadn’t seen each other in years. She was always like that though. Always had been, but it was worse since Heath’s death.
“How are you?” she asked. “You look great. You look strong. You’re eating healthily?”
“Nothing but veggies and fruits,” I said.
“Liar,” Mom said and swatted at my shoulder. “You’d better not be drinking and smoking… and smoking grass stuff.”
“Grass stuff,” I said. “Wow. Is this the drug talk we never had?”
“Real funny, Trev.”
“No, I’m just wondering. Because when we’re done with this talk, can we have the sex talk?”
Mom put her hands to her ears. “La-la-la-la…”
I laughed.
“I don’t want to hear a thing,” she said. She started to walk toward the kitchen and looked back quickly. “Just be safe though. Okay?”
I grinned. “I’m good.”
“That’s good,” Mom said. “But how good? I mean… last time you were here…”
I entered the kitchen and looked around. “Is Mr. Happy here?”
“Trev…”
“Sorry. I’m good. Working. Living life.”
“I’m really sorry for what happened last time,” she said. “John had a really bad day that day. I thought dinner would help all of us. I should have known better. He never eats at the table. He never goes into Heath’s room. It’s just…”
“Grieving,” I whispered.
“Yeah. Grieving.”
I put my hands onto the island and leaned forward. Mom had already gotten two glasses out of the cabinet and poured each of us some iced tea. She used to make her own iced tea, but now just bought gallons at the grocery store.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” she said as she handed me a glass.
“Are you happy?”
“What?”
“I mean… here. With John? With everything?”
“Where is this coming from?”
“Just curious how he really is with you.”
“Trev…” Mom sighed. “You and John never got along. Ever. From day one.”
“I know. I lived it.”
“What should I have done?” she asked. “Left him? Never gotten involved? I think about these things all the time. Just so you know.”
“I’m asking if you’re happy. Not me. John and I never saw eye to eye. That was both our faults. He saw me as a money making baseball star, and I saw him as a replacement I didn’t want as a father.”
“You were so good at it,” Mom said. “You could…”
“I could have been successful, huh?”
“No. I didn’t mean it like that. I mean, are you happy? Are you doing what you want? Because that’s all I care about as a parent.”
“I’m good,” I said. “I just want to know you’re okay.”
“I’m okay, Trev. Yes, it’s not easy with John. Heath was his only child. You are my only child.
So to think about losing you… I can’t stomach it. When he sees you, I think he sees what could have been. And it creates tension.”
“Right.”
“Hey, what is this about? Are you thinking about your father again?”
I put the glass down. “What? No.”
“I know that you always had questions. And with what happened when he-”
“Mom, stop. I just wanted to stop by and check on you. That’s all. Things were hectic last time.”
“I’m happy,” Mom said. “I am. Life has a way of challenging everything you know. It messes stuff up. It changes your path. But you just have to make the best of everything. When I ask you about going to college or whatever, it’s not because I’m not proud of you, Trev. I want you to succeed and be happy. I didn’t care about baseball. I never understood it. I just knew you were good at it. If you didn’t love it, then I’m glad you stopped. If you like what you do, keep doing it.”
I slid my hand across the island and touched Mom’s hand. “I hope you say the same to yourself. And as much as I don’t like John, I hope he finds his way through this.”
I barely took two sips from my glass when my phone beeped.
Becca.
I really couldn’t ignore her and I really didn’t want to get stuck at the house with my mother. Truthfully, I had no clue why I went there. Maybe to ask questions about my father. But I never did. Sometimes the truth was worse than a lie.
Mom hugged me tightly at the door.
When I got to my truck, I watched as John came home. His little black two seater of a sports car squealed into the driveway. He climbed out wearing fancy pants and a polo shirt. Probably out golfing. Or maybe he just sat in his car and cried, grieving for his son.
I stared down John as he twirled his keys around his fingers. It took him a few seconds to realize it was me. Then when he turned to take a step, he started to stumble.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said.
John was half in the bag. Maybe not dead drunk, but legally drunk in the sense that he shouldn’t have been driving a car.
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