Straddling the Line(15)

"I am. How about you? I saw you spending a lot of time with Alicia and Liz."

Her lips curved into a smile. "I did. We had a nice conversation."

"About?"

"Work. And . . . stuff."

He arched a brow. "What kind of stuff?"

"Oh, just some stuff about you. And me. And you and me."

"Really. Care to share?"

"Maybe later. I'm a little hungry right now. How about we grab some food?"

"Sounds like a good idea." He led her into the dining room, where food  was spread out across the table. They grabbed plates and filled up, then  found a spot outside. It was a cool night, but there was a fire pit and  heaters set up.

They took seats next to Garrett, who was seated with Alicia and a couple of other guys from the team.

"How's it going, Haven?" Garrett asked.

"Good. You and Alicia have a beautiful home. Thank you for inviting us here tonight."

"We're so glad you came," Alicia said. "Liz and I had fun talking with you. We hope you heed our advice."

Haven tilted her head and smiled. "I'll definitely give it some thought."

"What advice is that?" Trevor asked.

"I'll tell you later."

"Girl talk," Garrett said. "It's always a mystery. Whenever Alicia gets  together with the Riley women, it's like an hours-long chat fest. They  spend a whole day together, doing the lunch or dinner thing. It's like  I've lost my woman."

Alicia patted the side of his face. "Awww, poor baby. You know I like my  girl time. Besides, we all have to get together to complain about you  guys. It's like free therapy."         

     



 

"Come on. We're not that bad," Garrett said.

"Of course you're not." Alicia grinned at Haven.

Trevor laughed. "I'm glad I'm not a Riley. This sounds like torture."

"Oh, but didn't Haven tell you? We've officially adopted her into the  women clan. She's going shopping with all of us next week. And then out  to dinner. So we can indoctrinate her into our cult."

Trevor cast a glance at Haven. "You are?"

Haven looked just as surprised. "I am?"

"You are. I just decided. You're saying yes, aren't you?"

"I . . . yes."

"Good," Alicia said. "I'll call you with details."

Trevor liked the smile on Haven's face. It'd be good for her to make  some friends out here, rather than hanging out with him all the time.  And he liked Alicia and Liz.

After they visited a while longer, they said their thanks and left.

"Do you have a game tomorrow?" Haven asked when they got in the car.

"No. It's an off day."

"I see."

"Why?"

"Just asking."

"Did you want to spend some time on the interview?"

"Yes."

He got the idea there was something else on her mind besides just scheduling interview time tomorrow. "What else, Haven?"

She half turned to face him. "There's nothing else. Just work."

Somehow, he knew there'd been more. She'd gone quiet, as if she were thinking hard about something.

They were both silent for the rest of the drive. Once they were inside, Haven started toward her wing of the house.

"I'm heading up to bed," she said, hardly looking at him. "See you in the morning, Trevor."

"Haven."

She stopped. Looked up at him. "Yes?"

"Is there something you want to talk about?"

She paused for a few seconds before answering. "Not tonight. See you in the morning, Trevor."

He stood at the entryway, watching her. "Okay."

He could have pressed it with her, could have poured her a drink and  they could have gone outside. Maybe he could have drawn out of her what  she was so pensive about.

But he didn't want to push, and they had time. So he'd let it go.

But he sure as hell wanted to know what was on her mind.





NINE




HAVEN WENT UPSTAIRS AND CLOSED HER DOOR, THEN got ready for bed.

Though she didn't know why. She was restless and not at all tired, still  keyed up after the party-after the conversation she'd had with Alicia  and Liz about Trevor.

She sat in bed and turned on the television, then immediately turned it back off.

She wandered to the window, staring out over the sky. Her gaze was drawn  to the pool area. She could take a swim. The pool was heated. There was  a hot tub down there, too. Maybe she'd pour a glass of wine and sit in  the hot tub. That would relax her a little and then she might be able to  sleep.

But then she caught sight of Trevor, beer in hand, coming outside to  take a seat on one of the chaises. He sat away from the deck, near the  pool house storage area. She could barely see him, so she shifted to the  far window to get a better view.

She should mind her own damn business and quit peeping out the window  like a damn stalker. He probably just wanted some alone time to think.

But for some reason, she couldn't walk away from the window. She could  go down there and have a drink with him, but being near him was  disconcerting, and her thoughts about him were confusing enough at the  moment. It was best to just-

Just what? Hang out here and observe from the window?

She was a moron. A moron who wasn't moving away from the window.

For the longest time, he didn't move at all. He'd set his beer down on the table next to him.

Maybe he was sleeping. And she shouldn't be watching him.

She started to turn away, except right then he moved his hand between  his legs. Frozen in place, she couldn't seem to move when he grabbed  what had to be his cock. Even though he touched himself over his shorts,  her body instantly tightened. Her nipples beaded against her thin tank  top and she reached up to cup her breast, using her fingers to strum  across her nipples.

When Trevor slid his hand inside his shorts, her breathing quickened.

Was he really going to do that outside? Where anyone could see him?  Where she could see him? Though she supposed no one else could watch. He  was secluded, the chaise in the shadows against the wall of the deck.  The only one watching was her, and nothing could tear her away from the  glorious sight of his hand moving inside his shorts.

She pulled her tank top down, exposing her breasts, rubbing over her  nipples with abandon, wishing she could feel Trevor's large, rough hands  on her skin. Her pussy quivered, and she slid her hands over her sex,  massaging the ache, feeling the wetness that had seeped through.         

     



 

She needed sex. It had been too long, and the sight of a hot,  supermasculine man like Trevor getting himself off turned her on in the  worst way. Or maybe the best way, because she quivered everywhere.

She tucked her hand inside her panties, reveling in the dampness of her  sex. She felt swollen, achy, and so ready for a mind-blowing orgasm that  she hovered on the brink of marching downstairs and climbing on top of  Trevor's cock, demanding he be the one to give it to her.

But that would be reckless, and if there was one thing Haven wasn't, it  was reckless. Which was too bad, because Trevor had pulled his shorts  down, taking out what looked to be one magnificent cock. If she were  brave enough-which she wasn't-she'd sneak downstairs and spy on him  through the back door, where she could get a better look. As it was,  she'd have to make do from up here, where the light from the moon gave  her only glimpses of the way he masterfully stroked his cock with  rhythmic up-and-down motions, causing her to rub her pussy back and  forth, tuck two fingers inside and use the heel of her hand against her  clit until she was so ready to burst she had to pull back.

She'd come when he came. And she'd try not to scream when she did,  because she could already feel her vaginal wall tightening around her  fingers.

When his strokes turned faster, so did hers. And when he tilted his head  back, she could swear he was looking right up at her room. She almost  ducked back into the shadows, but she was too far gone, and by now she  didn't care. Let him see. Let him come up here and finish the job by  plunging his cock inside her.

But then she noticed his eyes were closed, his hips pumping up as his  hand worked his cock in a beautiful, twisting motion at the same time  her fingers dove into her pussy.

"Take me there, Trevor," she whispered, perspiring as she feverishly worked her clit and pussy. "Make me come-hard."

He lifted his shirt-oh, God, those abs were a work of art. He directed  his cock toward his lower belly, and white ropes of come spurted across  his stomach as he jerked his hips forward.

"Ohhh, yes," she whispered, trembling as she released while watching  Trevor's orgasm. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen, and she  came hard while imagining his hips pumping hard into her while both of  them climaxed together.

Spent, her legs still shaking, she lay her head against the cool  windowpane. Trevor lay still for a few minutes, then grabbed a nearby  towel, wiped his abs, and pulled up his shorts, then finished off his  beer and got up. He grabbed the towel and his beer and disappeared into  the house.

Taking a deep breath, Haven went into the bathroom to clean up, then climbed into bed.