Straddling the Line(30)

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.

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.