Straddling the Line(16)

She had planned on doing some work, but she lay in the dark staring up  at the ceiling, her mind replaying visuals of Trevor's cock, of his  rock-hard abs, and wishing she'd had the courage to go out there and  interrupt him.

She knew he would have been receptive. He didn't strike her as the shy  type at all. Whereas she didn't have a ballsy bone in her body. Which  was why she'd been thinking about sex with Trevor all night, yet hadn't  done anything about it.

Someday, maybe, she'd change that. For now, she lay in her bed, strangely unsatisfied despite that amazing orgasm.

And she still felt as alone as ever.





TEN




TREVOR HAD COFFEE OUT IN THE SUNROOM. HE'D told Hammond to hold  breakfast until after Haven got up, which she did about an hour after he  did. With cup in hand, she joined him.

"Morning," she said, taking a seat on one of the chairs as far away from him as she possibly could.

"Mornin'. Sleep good?"

"Yes. Just . . . fine." She sipped her coffee and looked out the windows.

She looked pretty this morning in her capri pants and button-down long-sleeved shirt.

"So what's on the interview agenda today?"

"Mmm, I don't know for sure yet. I made some notes, but I need a full cup of coffee in me before I can think coherently."

"Gotcha." He decided to stay quiet until she decided to talk to him. He  got up and told Hammond to go ahead and start breakfast, visiting with  his friend about a couple of the baseball games that had been played the  day before. By the time he came back into the sunroom, Haven was  pouring another cup of coffee. He came up beside her, touching the small  of her back as he eased around her for the sugar.

"Hammond's making breakfast."

She shifted out of the way in a hurry. "Great. Thanks." Trevor felt  Haven's body stiffen as he laid his hand on her. He didn't know what to  make of that. Did he make her uncomfortable? Or was it something else?         

     



 

He'd thought about her last night when he'd been sitting in the chaise  drinking his beer. He hadn't meant to, but visions of her had popped  into his head, and suddenly his dick had gotten hard. Since he'd been  alone out there, and it had been a while since he'd gotten off, he'd  started rubbing his dick through his pants, thinking about Haven's soft  body, the sweet way she smelled, and the way she looked at him,  especially last night.

A man knew deliberate sexual intent in a look, and Haven had it when she  looked at him. He'd wanted to explore it with her, but she'd put a  quick halt to any conversation when they'd gotten back home last night.

All he'd wanted to do was go knock on her door and pull her against him,  put his mouth on hers and taste her. It hadn't taken much for him to  take out his cock and jack off thinking about getting her naked, putting  his mouth on her nipples and sucking them until she was writhing and  begging him to fuck her.

His cock twitched and he had to refocus his attention on the here and  now. It wouldn't do to get a hard-on in front of her. She was skittish  enough around him as it was. He didn't want to scare her away.

"So today we're going to start with the basics," she said, pulling him  out of his fantasies about her. "We'll start with high school sports and  work our way up."

"Sure. We can do about an hour after breakfast, then I'd like to take a break to work out, if that's okay."

"That works fine for me."

"You can make use of the workout facility yourself, if you'd like. I can show you all my equipment."

Her gaze shot up from where she'd been examining her coffee cup. "Uh . . . maybe."

"Come on. You can't just sit around here all the time. Your muscles will  scream for a workout. Besides, I hate working out alone."

She shot him a look. "And yet there's a gym in your house instead of you going to the gym."

"Sometimes that's by necessity rather than choice. Work out with me today."

"I don't think I'll be able to keep up with you. You're a lot more in shape than I am."

"I don't care if you just walk the treadmill. It'll be nice to have your company."

She looked like she was making the painful decision to have root canal  surgery, but finally she nodded. "I do need to get some exercise. I'll  work out with you."

Geez, was it that awful to be in the same room with him? He didn't know  what was up with Haven today. They had breakfast, then Haven grabbed her  laptop and they settled in the office.

"Let's talk about high school. Did you play multiple sports then as well?" she asked.

"Yeah. By then I'd settled into football and baseball. The coaches  wanted me to choose one or the other, so I'd be looked at more seriously  by the college scouts."

"And you, of course, declined."

"Yes. I was playing well for both teams. Why would I want to quit either?"

She shook her head. "You were always stubborn."

"I prefer to think of it as determined. I had goals."

"Really. Tell me."

"I knew from early on that I wanted to play professional sports. Back in  high school, I hadn't yet decided which one, because I loved playing  both football and baseball."

"Yet you went to Oklahoma on a football scholarship."

"I did, but I played baseball in college, too."

"So you've been doing this juggling thing a long time."

"Seems like my whole life sometimes."

She typed notes into her computer. "And you got drafted by Tampa for football and Detroit for baseball, all in the same year."

"Yeah." He grinned. "That was a really good year."

"It didn't scare you, or make you feel any pressure to be drafted by both a professional football and baseball team?"

"No. It was like a dream come true."

"So, you'd say you thrive on pressure?"

He liked the way she altered his words. "You could say that."

She lifted her gaze from the laptop. "Can I say that?"

"Sure."

"How was it in high school?"

"In what way?"

"With your friends-your athletic peers. Any jealousy?"

He laughed. "Nah. I had good friends. We all worked hard, and we were  after the same thing-winning. There was nothing to be jealous about."

She tapped the laptop. "I did a little research on your high school  career. It says here you had some run-ins with a guy named Jerome  Kayman."         

     



 

"That was more of a misunderstanding. And over a girl. It had nothing to do with sports."

She arched a brow. "Fighting over the same girl?"

"Uh, no. It was more like Heather Whitfield pitting Jerome and me  against each other. Neither one of us knew we were both dating her."

"Oh. Oops."

"Yeah. Heather was a hell of a flirt. She was head cheerleader, very  competitive. She told Jerome she liked him, and they started going out.  They dated for a few weeks, though she didn't tell anyone she was going  out with him. This was all around the time of homecoming, our senior  year. Heather really wanted to be homecoming queen, and Jerome was a  popular guy-the quarterback of the football team. It looked like Jerome  had a good shot of being king of the court."

"Which upped her chances if she was his girlfriend," Haven said.

"Exactly. Except then I caught a bunch of passes, got written up in the papers, and suddenly my popularity soared."

"So she hedged her bet by pulling you into her web as well."

"Yup. I'm not sure what she was thinking. Jerome and I were friends. And  it wasn't like she could go to the homecoming dance with both of us."

Nothing Haven hadn't seen before, especially in high school. "She was  thinking she could string both of you along until right before  homecoming, and then as soon as she figured out which of you was the  most popular, she'd dump the other."

"That's exactly what she tried to do. Except Jerome went to her house  one Saturday night and found out from Heather's mom that she was out  with me."

"And that's when the two of you got into it," Haven said.

Trevor nodded. "Right. He thought I was moving in on his girl, so he  drove to the movie theater and waited for us outside. We had words  after. Maybe a couple of punches were thrown."

"I'll bet Heather was thrilled to have two guys fighting over her."

"She thought it would increase her stock in the voting, which occurred  the following week. It didn't work, though, because after I took Heather  home, I went over to Jerome's house. We talked, and figured out  Heather's game. I dumped her, and so did he."

Haven laughed. "So she ended up with no date for homecoming?"

"There was no way in hell that Heather was going to sit out the  homecoming dance. She sweet-talked some guy from the basketball team  into taking her. But she didn't win homecoming queen. And she was  pissed."

"So who won?"

"Jerome did. I was on the court, and one of Heather's rivals on the cheerleading squad won queen."

Haven grinned. "You have to love karma."