Until Series(123)

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” I look up into Trevor’s eyes and notice that he’s watching me closely.

“My brother called my mom.”

“That’s good, right?” I shake my head, biting my lip. Whatever is going on with Tim, I know now that it’s not good. It’s bad, really, really bad.

“He told my mom that he started working undercover for the police.”

“He what?” Trevor growls, “You need to tell your mom what’s going on. I understand why you didn’t want to before, but this is getting out of hand.”

“The wedding is this weekend. I can’t tell her now. When we get back, I’ll talk to her.” He shakes his head. “I don’t want her to be stressed about this right before her wedding.”

“If your brother shows up in Jamaica, I’m going to beat the shit out of him. Not only has he stolen money from you, now he’s playing your mom.”

“I know,” I whisper, not wanting to deal with this, but knowing that I have to. “When Mom gets back from her honeymoon, I will sit her down and talk to her about what’s going on.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Well, too bad; it’s not your choice. It has nothing to do with you.”

“Nothing to do with me?” His eyes narrow and I look away. “You are mine; that means that it has everything to do with me.”

I shrug. I know that it’s pointless to argue with him. In Trevor’s universe, he is right, I’m wrong, and there will be no convincing him any different. “Look at me, Liz.” His voice is quiet, so my eyes automatically go to his. “If something happens to you because of your brother, I will kill him. No joke. I will rip him apart with my bare hands.” I can feel my eyes widen; that is not what I expected him to say. “Like I said before, I don’t like this shit. And if something happens to you because you refuse to tell your mom, I’m going to spank your ass.”

My eyes narrow. “If you ever even think about spanking me, I’m going to beat the crap out of you, Trevor.”

His eyebrow rises. “You think you can take me?”

“No.” I shrug. “But I will give it my best shot.”

His smile is so devastating that it takes my breath. “When you’re giving it your best shot, are our clothes on or off?”

I roll my eyes. “Get off me, you perv.” I start to struggle to get up, but then I feel Trevor’s mouth open on my neck, and his hand travel down my side. His thumb brushes against my breast, then down to the hem of my shirt, and back up under. I feel the roughness of his palm against the softness of my waist. Oh my God, yes! My brain screams. I love him touching me. He sits back, pulling my shirt up and over my head; his eyes go to my black full-lace bra, then come back to mine.

“I missed you,” he says softly, and then he kisses me. My mouth automatically opens under his; he tastes like heaven, and I want to consume him. He pulls his mouth away from mine, licking and biting down my neck to my breast. His fingers trace the edge of my bra; he tugs the cup down, licks, then blows on my nipple, making me moan and arch into him. My body starts shaking as soon as his mouth latches onto my nipple and he sucks hard, making me rise off the bed; my hands go to his head, holding on tight. As his hand travels down my waist, I can feel him unbutton my jeans. Then his fingers are sliding through my wetness, one entering me as I moan loudly, circling my hips.

“Yes,” I whisper, as he hits my g-spot. He stops and pulls his mouth away; my eyes open. He’s looking down at me. I want to cry. He keeps doing this, always stopping when I want to go.

“I’m hungry,” he says, pulling his hand out of my pants. I start to sit up, confused and wondering if I was the only one involved in what just happened.

“You’re hungry?” I repeat what he just said, thinking this was strange. I thought we were going to have sex. I might not have a ton of experience, but I know the signs, and they are all flashing neon red with arrows pointing at my vajayjay… and he’s hungry?

“Very hungry,” he says, standing up. I start to look around for my shirt, because apparently, we were going to go get something to eat! Well, he is going to get something to eat; I’m going to find a way to kill him without going to jail. My head is turned when I feel his hand at the waistband of my jeans. He yanks and pulls them off. I’m startled and then pulled not-too-gently to the edge of the bed. There’s no time to prepare before he attacks me, his mouth latching onto my clit. The heels of my feet go to his shoulders; my hips lift, and my fingers grab onto the top of his head.