Until Series(144)

“Are you okay?” she asks softly, hugging me a little tighter.

“Yeah, let’s get washed up. I’ll tell you what’s going on while you have some coffee.”

“Alright, but give me a second; my legs are still kind of wobbly.”

I smile, making her eyes narrow. “Come here. I’ll wash you up.” I spend quite a bit of time washing her, and then eating her out, before I shut off the water and step out of the shower. I hold out a towel for her to wrap up in before I pull one down for me to dry off. Once we’re dressed and in the kitchen, I tell her about Cash and Jules. The more I talk, the more pissed off she becomes.

“So that girl from the bonfire wasn’t joking. She seriously wanted to get knocked up by one of you guys?”

I shrug. “I don’t know what the hell happened. All I know is that Cash slept with her.”

“And he knows it’s his?”

“He can’t be sure without a paternity test, but he believes that the timing matches how far along she is.”

“That’s crazy. So what, he dumped Lilly and is moving Jules in with him?”

“That’s what he says. Tomorrow we’re supposed to help him move her into his house.”

“Oh my God.” She covers her mouth. “She’s getting exactly what she wants, and poor Cash is stuck.”

“It’s his choice, baby.” I tell her softly. “He doesn’t want his kid growing up without him.”

“He can still see his kid, Trevor!” she practically yells.

“You have to understand, we grew up in a house with both our parents. He wants that for his son.” I don’t tell her that Cash took me aside and told me that Jules told him that if he didn’t do what she wanted that she would get an abortion.

“His son?”

“Yeah, they’re having a boy.”

“I feel so horrible for him.”

“Me too; but who knows? He and Jules could end up happy,” I tell her, hoping I’m right.

She shakes her head, looking out the window. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Asher is talking to November, and I wanted to talk to you about—”

“You don’t even have to say it. I know that Cash is a good guy; and regardless of how I feel about Jules, I will be nice to her.”

“Thank you.” I walk over, kissing her forehead. “Is your brother still bringing Kara tomorrow?” I ask.

After we got back from Jamaica, Tim called saying that the cops he was working with agreed that the best thing to do is have Kara stay somewhere else while they put the finishing touches on the case against the people Tim was spying on. Tim talked to Mike and explained the situation, and that when it was all said and done, he would come work for me and my brothers to earn the money to pay back what Mike had given to Liz. Tim said that Mike also told him that they could stay in the downstairs apartment, where November and Liz used to live, until they were able to start out on their own. It was a win-win for everyone involved. Tim would pay back the money to Mike. I got a new worker. Liz had someone to help her out in the store, and Kara would have people around to help her out, before and after the baby arrived.

“Yeah, Tim said that he can only stay the night, and then has to go back.”

“Well, tomorrow when I’m helping get Jules moved, you can go over and get Kara settled in; then tomorrow night, we can all go out to dinner. How does that sound?”

“Awesome,” she smiles, and then looked over my face. “You look exhausted. Why don’t you try to sleep for a while?”

“Why don’t you take a nap with me?”

“You and I both know that if I get in that bed with you, you’re going to try and have your wicked way with me and not get any sleep.”

“Hmmm…or you could try to put me to sleep.”

“By what, suffocating you with a pillow?” she asks with a mock-glare.

“I thought I mellowed you out with the three orgasms I gave you.”

Her cheeks turn pink, making her look adorable. “How can my girl be so dirty, then act so shy when I say the word orgasms?”

“I’m not dirty,” she says, offended.

“Oh, baby, you’re so dirty that I think we need to take another shower.” I say the words close to her ear; I feel her shiver, her hands going to my shoulders, and her nails biting into my skin.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Only for you.”

“You’re really good with that mouth of yours, Mr. Mayson.”

“I know,” I tell her smugly, putting her up on the counter.

“Ugh…I don’t mean like that; I mean with words.”