“I know,” I breathe, lifting my head and watching his face. His eyes are dark, his skin glistening with sweat. We stare at each other, his thumb moving in faster circles. I can feel myself begin to tighten around him. He slows down, letting me feel every inch of him slide in and out of me; the head of his cock dragging against my g-spot, causing my orgasm to slam into me without warning. His hand goes back to my ass as he starts rocking hard and fast, lifting and dropping me onto him. I can feel him expand inside me, his hands squeezing me so hard I know I will have his fingerprints on my skin when this is over. His movements start to become erratic right before he plants himself inside me, roaring my name. His face goes into my neck; our breathing is labored and our bodies are covered in sweat. The coolness of the wall behind me feels amazing against my overheated skin. He turns us around, then slides down the wall, sitting on the floor.
“I don’t know how I got so lucky,” he says into my neck, causing goose bumps to break out over my skin.
“I’m the lucky one.” I tell him honestly. I never knew that I would find someone who loved me so completely, who made me feel beautiful, safe, and important.
“No.” He lifts his head, and pulling mine from his neck, his hands hold my face gently. “I’m the lucky one. I didn’t think that I would ever want someone to have the kind of power over me that you hold. I know that my future is going to be amazing because you’re going to be by my side; and with you, everything is better,” he says, leaning in, touching his mouth to mine. When he pulls away, I feel tears falling down my cheeks.
“Ditto,” I say on a sob, shoving my face back into his neck.
“Jesus. I love you so fucking much; you would think I was growing a vagina.”
“I love you more.”
“Impossible,” he whispers, kissing my head. “Let’s get up and shower.”
“You’ll have to carry me.”
“My pants are around my ankles. If I try carrying you right now, we’re both going to end up on the floor.”
“Okay. Let me see if my legs work.” I untangle myself from around his hips.
“I hate that.”
“What?” I ask, my eyebrows drawing together. I pick up his flannel shirt and put it on, wrapping it around me like a robe.
“Your heat, I hate losing it.” He stands, pulling up his jeans; and I wrap my arms around him, shoving my face into his chest, breathing him in. “Shower,” he says, swinging me up into his arms, carrying me into the bathroom. That night after we stripped the bed, Trevor in his normal position, his body on top of mine—I thank my dad for sending me a man like Trevor. I don’t know why, but I know that he has something to do with Trevor being placed in my life.
Chapter 11
Trevor
“I thought we talked about this?” I look at Liz, and then back down at the round case of pills that are taunting me from the counter. I told her that I want to start working on getting her pregnant. I need to know that she is tied to me in a way that is unbreakable. Yeah, she has my ring on her finger, and in a week she’ll have my last name. But that’s not going to be enough. It might make me a controlling dick, but I need it. I have to know that we have something to tie us together through eternity.
“No, you talked about it. You said what you wanted, and I told you that I don’t want the same thing.”
“Baby, I know you want the same thing as me.”
“In Trevor’s universe, I’m sure you think that.” She stands, taking her plate to the sink.
“You love July.” My anger is starting to surface, and I know that I need to stop before I say something I can’t take back.
“I do,” she whispers. I can see tears forming in her eyes.
“Talk to me; tell me what the fuck is going through your head?” I yell. Her eyes meet mine, and there is so much pain looking back at me that I flinch.
“I can’t do it,” she whispers, right before she runs out of the house. It takes a second to realize that the sound I hear is her car spitting up gravel in the driveway. “Fuck!” I roar, picking up her pill case and crushing it in my fist, before I throw them across the room, grab my keys, and head out to find my fiancée.
I have driven all over town, and called everyone and anyone who might know where Liz is, but no one has heard a word from her. Logically, I know that she’s okay, but I feel sick with worry and know I won’t be able to breathe easy until I can see her and touch her. Something in my brain makes me drive by the cemetery where her father is buried. When I see her car parked outside the gate, all the things I didn’t understand, the things she has been keeping bottled up, slide into place. Shutting off the engine, I hop out of the truck and walk through the giant iron gates. I look to the left, seeing a bright blue blur off in the distance. When I get closer, I see Liz kneeling, her head to the ground in front of her father’s grave. Watching her small body shaking with sobs, my gut tightens, and my stomach drops. Seeing the woman I love in this kind of pain kills me. Once I reach her, I pull her into my arms, breathing her in.