I had her on my bed and hovered over her, my fingers tracing lines down the side of her body, following the sweet curves. My hand cut to her inner thigh and I touched the swelling heat between her legs.
She grabbed my face and was breathing heavily. “This is where I want to be, Trev. No matter what.”
“Don’t say shit you don’t mean,” I whispered.
“Trev…”
I kissed her to shut her up.
I pulled away a few seconds later and shook my head.
There was no more talking allowed. No more attempts at romantic sweet nothings. This was about raw passion and a hunger for lust.
I made my move as I inched down and kissed her chest. I nuzzled my nose against her left nipple as my hand cupped under her right breast. My thumb grazed over her nipple by the time my mouth was on the move down.
I paused at her belly button just for fun. Flicking the tip of my tongue as hard as I could to make her jump and groan. I loved the way her hips swayed and the taste of her skin… but I wanted to taste more. I wanted to taste all of her desire. And the only thing stopping me was one more trail of kisses and a pair of panties that stood no chance against me.
My fingers hooked the sides of her panties and I tore them down her legs so hard and fast that she almost came off the bed with them. She let out a cry and clutched at the sheets. I was seeing red for a few seconds, the emotions inside me swelling. I needed her. That was it… I fucking needed her.
I needed Serafina.
My hands slid up her inner thighs and I held her legs open. I came forward and smelled the sweetness of her honey. I kissed at the top of her sex, my tongue easing down her soft folds, spreading her open so I could taste all of her. Her back instantly arched as she pulled harder at the sheets and let out a breathless groan.
Oh, sweetheart, how long has it been since someone tasted your desire?
The question would drive me mad, but I didn’t want the answer. All that mattered was the moment now. The present. Something I wasn’t exactly used to.
I curled my tongue and lapped my way up. I circled around her clit and gently closed my lips and pulled at her. As I pulled, her hips bucked at me. I growled, loving the way she moved to the flickers of my tongue.
I moved up beyond her pearly clit and kissed the smooth skin of her mound. My right hand came up and I eased two fingers into her slit, twisting them, curling, teasing her depths, making her ass lift up off the bed.
I kissed right back down, my thirst not quenched yet. When I slid my fingers from her body, I moved them up to her belly and made circles with her own wetness. My mouth went back to work between her legs, my tongue racing faster by the second, cutting up and down and slicing left to right. I inched down and plunged my tongue forward so I could feel her tightness clench against me. I turned my head just enough so I could engulf her slit, taste her folds, suckle her honey and feel her body wiggling and her hips grinding as I hit the right spots at the right time.
As she began to reach her peak, I pulled away.
Her body crashed to the bed and she looked at me, eyes wide.
“Trev…”
“Shhh, sweetheart,” I growled.
I stood and ripped open my jeans, the only piece of clothing on my body.
I then grabbed the back of her legs and pulled her to the end of the bed. I bent my legs just enough to line myself up with her and I thrust forward.
Sera’s hands clasped onto my forearms, nails sinking hard into my skin. Her back arched even higher as she began to come. I slid my hands around to her ass and held there, gently fucking her as her hips quivered with releasing need.
I swore she stopped breathing for a little bit too, finally gasping for air when her body went limp on the bed. I slid out of her but wasn’t done yet. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her up to the pillows on my bed. I placed her down and got into the bed next to her.
We faced each other, her cheeks burning red.
Sera touched my cheek. “What… what are you doing?”
I touched her hip and pulled, bringing her body tight to mine again. I pulled her leg around me and felt the wet warmth of her sex as she instinctively began to rock herself against my throbbing cock.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” I growled.
She shut her eyes and started to move faster.
I grinned when I realized she was going to come again. Her right hand grabbed my back as she started to kiss my chest. Groaning, moaning, whimpering, biting at the tattoo she loved so fucking much. Squeezing her legs together and rocking back and forth, using me to make herself finish.
I gave her a few more seconds of enjoyment before I pulled away. I then made a quick move and put Sera on her belly and slid on top of her from behind. Her legs opened and I eased down, sinking into her again, inch by inch. The angle was perfect and the curves of her hips were just what I needed to hold onto. I pulled at her, bringing her to her knees and I began to thrust again.
I could have stayed there like that all night… but it was impossible to hold back when I was with Serafina.
Chapter 25
Serafina
I felt drunk. I sat up in his bed, the covers over my chest, and it felt like the room was spinning. My heart refused to calm down. My legs ached in a good way, like I had run a marathon. In the deepest parts of my core there was a tingling feeling and I couldn’t figure out if I wanted more or if I was going to come again.
Trev sat on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but his jeans. His elbows on his knees, learning forward a little.
I stared at him and couldn’t help myself as I smiled.
This was so wrong between us… but so right at the same time. It was amazing that just hours ago I was sitting on Max’s perfect couch, in his perfect apartment, in front of his perfect gas fireplace, with an expensive glass of wine, looking at him as he looked at me as some kind of prize.
When Trev looked at me, there was this… thing… like, I believed what he said about me. That I was beautiful. That he cared about me.
But he hadn’t looked back at me in a while.
I bit my lip and shifted in the bed so I could touch him. My hand eased against his left shoulder. It was built like a boulder, so solid. It made me swallow hard. I had never in my life met someone like Trev. He was so strong on the outside and yet broken on the inside. Just like me.
I moved in the bed some more and sat with my legs criss-crossed behind him. The sheets weren’t covering me either. So I was totally naked as I sat there, my hands touching his shoulders and his back. He let out a long sigh and looked down. I used the fingertips of my pointer and middle fingers on both hands and slid them down the muscles of his back and back up again.
“Trev…”
“What are you going to do when you’re done?” he asked. “You’re almost done, right?”
“Done… meaning… classes?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh. Right. Yeah. I’m almost done. I got sidetracked getting here and got sidetracked when I got here.”
“Meaning what, sweetheart?”
“Meaning that I’m older than everyone I know here,” I said.
“I’m older than you,” Trev said.
“Does that matter?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
“I asked what are you doing when you’re done? Take your fancy degree and… what?”
“Who knows?” I asked. “I try not to think too far into the future.”
“Isn’t this the time you’re supposed to think about the future?”
I laughed. “Everything I do is the wrong way around, Trev. Haven’t you figured that out yet?”
“Damn, Sera, you and me are too much alike. I had so many chances to get back into baseball. I had chances to get into a technical school. But I just didn’t give a shit. I had other things in mind.”
“I didn’t even want to come here,” I whispered. I leaned forward and put my head against Trev’s back. “I didn’t want
to at all. My mother met some guy and took off with him to get married. All based around me coming here. I came because of that and because of my best friend. To try and keep the promises I made to her. Or the promises we made to each other. Spending a lot of money on stupid stuff.”
“That’s the way life wants it to be,” he said. “You have to find something beyond all that to be happy.”
“Have you done that yet?”
That’s when Trev turned his head and I popped my head up from his back to look at him.
“Happiness?” he whispered. “I think I’m starting to find it.”
My heart gushed and I lost my breath for a second. I leaned forward and gently kissed his mouth.
Trev turned to face forward again.
“What about you?” I asked. “What are you going to do…?”
He leaned forward and reached under the bed. He pulled out a black bag and tore open the zipper. He reached inside and pulled out a bunch of pieces of paper.
“You can read these if you want,” he said.
“What are they?”
“Letters to someone.”
As tempting as it was… considering that I had already snuck one of his letters… I didn’t want to read anything else. I put my hand to his wrist and pushed.
“Why don’t you tell me what they are,” I whispered.
“Right,” Trev said. “You’re playing my card against me.”
“Yes I am.”
He dug into the bag again and pulled out a notebook. He flipped to the first page where there was a picture taped to it. A sloppily cut picture of someone holding a baby. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was Trev holding a baby.
“This is you?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Trev said.
My eyes went wide. Trev must have been a teenager in the picture. His dark hair came past his eyes a little. He was clean cut with a smooth jaw and you could see that the boyishness was leaving him and he was becoming a man. He had a nervous smile on his face and earrings in his ears. The baby he held on his lap had bright blue eyes, chubby red cheeks, and was chewing on the string on Trev’s hoodie.
“Who is this?” I asked.
“My brother,” Trev said.
“What?”
“My brother. Charlie.”
“You have a brother? That’s good. Right?”
He reached back and took the notebook from me. “Not that simple, sweetheart.”
“The letters are for him?” I asked.
“Yeah. My father left when I was a kid. Things didn’t work out with my parents. And for a long time I blamed my mother. Then she met John and the rest is history. But this isn’t about that. When my father left, it wasn’t just to get away from my mother. I learned that later, and I learned it the hard way. Meaning, he left to be gone. From me too. I spent so much time chasing him down and wanting to be near him. He was always pissed to be near me and it was always an inconvenience. So I thought about saying fuck it and never talking to him again. Just let it all go.”
I spread my hands across his strong back and leaned forward to kiss him.
I’m here, Trev. Please, keep going. You’re going to save me with all of this… please…
“Then something happened. He met a woman and got married. She actually contacted me. She wanted everything to work out. She had a daughter from a previous marriage and knew what it felt like to have a child feel ripped apart. She was a decent person. Then I found out she was pregnant. Like really pregnant. Like she and my father met, did their thing right away, and she got pregnant immediately. He married her because she was pregnant. It was just so… fast. Now, mind you, I’m a teenager in all of this shit. Trying to find my way through life. Things between me and Heath were as nasty as anything. I had John riding my ass, forever reminding me that I wasn’t his real son and that Heath was more talented than I ever would be. It was getting close to the point where I made my decision to quit baseball for good.”
Trev paused and cleared his throat.
“It’s okay,” I said. “Do you want me to say something about my friend now?”
“Yeah, sweetheart, I would fucking love that.”
* * *
I was nervous. I bit at my thumb nail and let my other hand slide up and down Trev’s arm, feeling more definition of his muscles.
Trev turned his head and looked at me. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Thinking.”
He turned a little more and slipped his left arm around me and pulled me close to him. My bare chest pressed against his. Our bodies were warm. My heart banged hard inside my chest. Him touching me made me feel…
“Karie,” I whispered.
“What?”
“Karie. That’s her name.”
“Oh. Your best friend.”
“Yeah. The first day we met was in kindergarten. There was this fat kid named Devon that would throw dirt at the girls. I had this new pink dress on that I felt pretty in. Then Devon threw dirt at me and stained the dress. I cried. Then out of nowhere came this other person and she punched him in the face. That was Karie. We were side by side every single day from there on out. Her parents were like parents to me. She lived a good life. A happy life. A richer life than me, but it was never about that. She had just as much fun sleeping over at my tiny and cramped house with my mother who always smoked and made everything smell bad.”
“It’s good to have one of those,” Trev said. “I don’t think I’ve ever opened myself up enough for that. All things considered.”
I looked at him and grinned. “All things considered.”
“Go on with your story.”
“You never finished yours.”
“I know. Isn’t this what we do though? We tell each other how fucked up we are piece by piece?”
“Right,” I said. “We were planning everything out. What college to go to. What boys we liked. What we were going to do. We’d even planned out our first times… together. Meaning… the same night with different guys. So when we were… you know, done… we could meet up and talk about it. Thinking about it now, it sounds so stupid.”
“No, sweetheart, it’s not. It’s pretty cool if you ask me.”
“Not sure about that. But okay. Anyway, I remember once when we were ten she got sick. She was in the hospital for a little while and then came home and was sick for a couple of years. Leukemia. But she fought it and won. I would go over to her house after school and sit with her and we would watch shows and read books and magazines and talk. She used to get mad at me for not making other friends, but I didn’t want any other friends. So anyway, Karie got better. Life moved forward. We were getting ready to be done with high school. We had everything planned. The college. The… everything. It was going to be perfect. Then I woke up one morning and she wasn’t in school. I couldn’t get in touch with her. She got really sick the night before and was rushed to the hospital. Doctors did some kind of scan or something. It all came back. It all came back, Trev.”
“Oh, shit,” Trev whispered. He pulled me closer to him. He wrapped his other arm around me. “I’m sorry, Sera.”
“It all came back,” I said again. “And there was nothing anyone could do. It had been growing and spreading… I don’t know how long for or whatever. I mean, she would have to get these checkups still because of what happened when she was younger. Something about this time though was different. And I was never allowed to go and see her.”
“Why not?”
“Her parents didn’t want me to see it. My mother didn’t want me to see it. So I started writing her letters. All the time. And the letters would go to her. But I found out that they weren’t actually getting to Karie. I think her parents were in shock. A depressive shock because it all happened over the course of two weeks.”
“Jesus, no…”
“Yeah. Two weeks, Trev. The first week everyone kept telling me she was going to be okay. I would get to see her soon. Things would be normal. My mother stopped smoking insid
e the house for a while. But then she started smoking inside again. That’s when I knew that Karie was going to die. My mother didn’t talk about that stuff. She never dealt with the bad stuff in life. My best friend died so quickly, Trev. I never got to say goodbye to her. She never got to say goodbye to me. And that led me…”
I choked back on the rest of the words.
That led me to choose the college I did. The classes I did. The comfort in my professor.
“It’s okay,” Trev said. He held me tightly. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I know this is hard to talk about. It’s okay.”
My hands trusted Trev as I grabbed him. I hugged him tightly as a few stray tears escaped my eyes.
It was official now.
Trev had a piece of me that nobody had ever had before.
And if that wasn’t enough… I was completely falling in love with him.
* * *
We faced each other with the blankets pulled up over our heads. There was no air to breathe, but that was okay. Trev left me breathless, no matter what.
“So,” Trev whispered, “I never did finish my story.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I met Charlie the night that picture was taken. He was already six months old. That’s how long it took to meet my own brother. Half-brother. However you looked at it. Whatever. I’ll never forget that night either. I thought things were going to change. But they didn’t. I saw Charlie a few times here and there. I worked and saved up some money and bought him some baby toys, right? Well, they weren’t baby toys. He was over a year old by then. I got him this kid scooter thing. He couldn’t use it though. I asked to take him to a toy store and they wouldn’t let me drive him. It hurt then, but I sort of got it. I mean, I was a teenager. Right? But then it started to get worse. There were more and more excuses why I couldn’t see Charlie. And then… they moved. And they didn’t just move, they fucking moved. I’m talking Monday, they were in this house they had been renting and Tuesday, they were three states away in a house that they’d bought.”
“Trev… no…”
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