Chapter 9
Trevor
The night after the “bar-b-que”—, which was really a surprise engagement party—I flip on the bedside lamp when I hear the phone ring. “Yeah?” I answer, when I see Cash’s number on the display.
“Meet me at the barn in twenty,” he says, before he hangs up. I look down at the phone in my hand, wondering what the hell is going on. Since we were kids, if one of us has a problem, we meet at the old barn on my parents’ property. I look down at Liz, who is sleeping soundly beside me. Her face is tucked into the crook of my arm, her breathing even, and her hand with her engagement ring laying across my abs.
“Baby,” I whisper, running my fingers down her smooth cheek.
“Go away,” she mumbles, smacking at my hand. I chuckle, running my hand down her cheek again, making her swat at me, before rolling away from me. “Baby,” I say again, this time near her ear, making her groan and hide her head under the pillow. “I need to leave; I’ll be back,” I say. Her head comes out from under the pillow, and she looks at the clock, then me.
“It’s three in the morning.” Her voice is soft, her eyes sleepy and concerned.
“Cash called, and he needs me.”
“Is he okay?” She sits up, her white tank top hiding nothing. “Should I come with you?” she asks, pulling her hair out of her face, looking around the room, adorably confused.
“No. Go back to sleep.”
“Are you sure?” she asks, as I tuck her back into bed.
“I’m sure,” I say, kissing her before I pull on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I walk back over to my side of the bed, where Liz has cuddled down into the blankets, and kiss her forehead, telling her I love her.
“Lolly,” I call into the living room. Lolly comes down the hallway wagging her tail, thinking that it’s time for breakfast. “Come lay down.” I point to the floor near the door, knowing that if I’m gone, she will stay and look after my girl. I walk into the living room, grab my boots and pulling them on, grab my keys from the bowl Liz had placed near the door, lock up the house behind me, and head out to my truck.
“What’s going on?” I ask as soon as I walk into the large old barn. The inside is separated into two levels. The top is an old hayloft, and the bottom is an empty space except for an old card table, with a few chairs gathered around it.
“Waiting until Asher gets here, then I’ll explain,” Cash says, pacing back and forth, running his hands down the back of his neck.
“Do you know what’s going on?” I ask Nico, who’s sitting in one of the chairs watching Cash pace.
“No clue.” He shrugs, and I sit in the chair next to him, watching Cash, becoming more concerned by the second. When Asher walks in, Nico and I stand.
“What’s going on?” Asher asks, looking at Cash. And for the first time in my life, I watch my normally-happy little brother break down. Cash’s head falls forward as we all gather around him. I put my hand on Cash’s shoulder, and when his eyes come up, he runs his hands down his face.
“I f*cked up,” Cash says, his voice broken.
“Whatever it is, we will figure it out; tell us what’s going on.”
“Jules is pregnant. How the f*ck am I going to fix that?” he asks, his eyes pleading.
“Jesus,” I mumble, running my hands down my face, before looking at all three of my brothers.
“I thought you were with Lilly?” Nico asks. I’m sure we’re all wondering. Cash has been all about Lilly since he met her and we got back from Alabama; if he has the weekend off, he spends it with her near her school. He was even thinking about asking her to transfer schools so that she could be closer.
“I broke it off with her,” he says, looking away.
“Dude, are you sure that she’s even pregnant? Or even if she is, you sure that it’s your kid?” Nico asks for all of us again.
“I went to the doctor with her today, and the doctor confirmed that around the time I slept with her is when she had gotten pregnant.”
“What the f*ck?” Nico looks at me, and I know exactly what he’s thinking.
“Did you use protection?” I ask.
“Yeah! I'm not stupid.” He groans. “We had been hooking up for a while but we both agreed that’s all it was ever going to be.”
“Did you have the condom, or did she?”
“Does it f*cking matter whose condom we used?”
“I f*cking told you that Jules was telling people at the bonfire that she wanted to get knocked up. Do you remember that conversation, dumbass?”
“I slept with her before you told me that shit!” he roars, throwing the card table across the room. “I haven’t slept with anyone else since I met Lilly.”
“Shit,” I whisper.
“Calm down,” Asher says, taking a step toward him. “You know that no matter what, we will be here for you, whatever you need.”
“I just broke up with my girl.” Cash looks at me, pleading. “I didn’t want her to have to go through this with me, so I called her and broke it off with her over the phone. I didn’t even have the balls to break it off with her in person.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” Asher says.
“Jules is pregnant with my child. After I saw my son and heard his heartbeat today, I knew what I had to do. I can’t be so selfish as to think that Lilly would want to stick with me through this, knowing that I’m having a child with another woman.” I didn’t like that he was going through this, but I understood why he would feel conflicted about having Lilly in this situation.
“Look I understand what you’re going through,” Asher says, rubbing the back of his head. “You’re a good man, Cash. And out of all of us, you wear your heart on your sleeve; you always have. We need to make sure that this is your kid.”
“I know he’s mine; I feel it in my gut.”
“Okay, so what do you need from us?” Nico asks.
“I’m going to tell mom and dad in the morning. I need you guys to be there. Jules has been living with her aunt, and I’m going to have her move in with me so that if she needs anything, I’m close by.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Asher looks at me for back up.
“You asked me what I need, and I need your support. I need to know that you got my back.”
“We got your back,” we all say in unison. “No matter what happens, you have us,” I tell him. Asher and Nico nod in agreement.
“How ‘bout I get the six-pack I have in my truck, and we all have a beer. Dad will be up in an hour to go down to the station; we can just head over there this morning,” Nico says.
“Sounds good to me,” I agree, looking at Asher.
”Works for me. I fed July before I left the house; my girls should be sleeping for a while.”
“I need a couple beers,” Cash says, sitting down in one of the chairs, his elbows to his knees, and his head hung low. I watch Asher and Nico head outside before I walk to where Cash is.
“It will be alright,” I tell him, sitting in a chair next to him.
“Lilly’s my one,” he whispers so low that I barely hear him. His hands cover his face, and then come to rest over his mouth when our eyes connect.
“F*ck,” I say, leaning my head back. I can’t imagine having to give up Liz.
“Yeah,” he agrees, before looking at the door and watching Asher walk in with Nico close behind.
It is after ten in the morning when I walk into my house. The house is quiet, so I walk back to the bedroom and can hear the shower in the master bath going. When I open the bathroom door, Liz screams as I step into the steam-filled room, pulling my shirt off over my head.
“Trevor?” she asks, wiping some of the fog from the shower door, and holding her chest.
“It’s me, babe,” I confirm, pulling off my boots and jeans.
“I’m just getting out; do you want me to leave the water on for you?” Liz asks, as I look at her through the fog-covered glass doors of the shower.
“You step out of that shower, baby, and I’m going to get you dirty. So I suggest you just stay there.” After the night and morning I had, feeling Cash’s pain over losing the girl that he was falling in love with, I need Liz more than I need my next breath. I need to know that she is here with me, and that she is mine.
She doesn’t say anything, just watches me get undressed. When I open the shower door, she takes a step back, making room for me. I pull her into my arms, and rest my head on top of hers. Her arms wrap tighter around my middle as her body relaxes into mine.
“Are you okay?” she asks, leaning her head back to look at me.
“Yeah.” Her eyes roam my face.
“Is Cash okay?”
I let out a deep breath before answering, “He will be.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asks, but I don’t want to talk right now.
“No, I want you on your knees.” She looks startled, but then she licks her lips, sinking to her knees in front of me. I’m surprised by this move on her part; she must know that I need this, desperate to know that she’s mine in every way. My hands go to her hair, holding it away from her face. Running her hands up my thighs, she wraps her small hand around my cock. Her tongue comes out, licking over the head as her hand slides up and down the length. “No teasing; open up.” I tell her, and she takes me all the way in, looking up at me; her eyes are dark with lust, her plump lips stretching around my girth. Her rhythm is perfect; my cock touches the back of her throat every time she takes me all the way in. “You have a hot little mouth, baby,” I tell her, throwing my head back and enjoying the feel of her mouth wrapped around me.
Her rhythm picks up, and her mouth and hand move faster. When I look back down at her, her other hand has disappeared between her legs. “Does having my dick in your mouth turn you on?” She moans as I run my hand down her cheek. “Stop touching yourself.” She hesitates and whimpers, before putting her hand on my thigh. I hold her face, watching myself disappear between her lips a few more times before I start to feel that tingle in my spine. “Stop.” I lift her under her arms, standing her up and turning her around. Then I place her hands on the shower wall. My fingers slide over her *. “You’re soaked; you love sucking me off, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she moans, pressing back and trying to get more contact. I lean forward, sinking my teeth into her shoulder at the same time I slam into her. One arm goes around her waist, my free hand goes between her legs, and I play with her *.
“Shit, Trevor!” she yells, her hand reaches behind her, going around to grab onto the muscle of my ass to pull me deeper into her. She leans her head to the side, her mouth seeking mine, and our tongues touch. I’m lost in her.
“You’re never leaving me.” I slam into her, punctuating my words. “You’re never getting rid of me. Tell me you want to have my child.”
“Yes!” she screams, convulsing around me. Her p-ssy pulls me in, bringing on my own orgasm. I lay my forehead against her back, trying to catch my breath. I know that it’s f*cked up to ask her to have my baby when I know she’s getting ready to have an orgasm; but f*ck, I need her tied to me. “Oh my God! What was that?” she laughs.
“A moment that will be burned into my brain for the rest of my life.” I lift my head from her back. Her forehead is resting against her arm on the tile wall. I slide out of her slowly; I hate losing the heat of her. I turn her around, kissing her before burying my face in her neck, absorbing her smell.
“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.”
“Sure you do.” I spread her legs, pulling her ass to the edge. The tank top and panties she’s wearing give me easy access.
“I have stuff to do today,” she says. At the same time, she leans her head to the side, giving my mouth more access to her neck.
“I’ll be quick,” I tell her, knowing that I'm not letting her go anywhere. And I don’t. We spend the rest of the day in bed, in the kitchen, and in the shower; and in each place, I’m inside of Liz.
*~*~*
“So, that’s it,” I say, setting the last box down in the living room.
“Yep,” Cash says, looking over at Jules who is in the kitchen.
“You sure about this?” I ask, watching Cash’s jaw tick as he watches Jules switch out his stuff for hers.
“No,” he says, walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge to grab a beer. Jules says something, making his jaw go tight; then he nods, walking back out into the living room. “Look, thanks for your help today, but I think you guys should go,” Cash says, looking at Nico, Asher, and me. “Jules is tired, and I’m f*cking exhausted.”
“Yeah, sure, send me a text,” Nico says, patting Cash’s back before he walks out. Asher hugs him, saying something that I can’t hear, before turning and walking off.
“If you need anything, call,” I tell him, patting his shoulder. He lifts his chin, walking me to the door.
“I’ll see you at the site tomorrow,” he says, as the door closes behind me. I can’t help but to feel like I just left my brother in his own personal hell.
When I get out to my truck, Nico and Asher are standing near the tailgate talking. “What’s up?” I look between them.
“She’s taking over kind of quickly,” Nico says.
“Noticed that, did you?” Asher asks, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know about you guys but I hope to god this isn’t some f*cked up game and that this kid is his.”
“We all know Cash wears his heart on his sleeve; he always has,” Nico says, shaking his head.
“That’s what worries me,” Asher grumbles under his breath.
“You did the same thing,” I remind him. Wanting to change the subject no one but me knows what Jules told him and it’s not my place to spread that shit. Cash is already stressed out about this if everyone knew what she was telling him. I shake my head at my own thoughts.
“I did, and that shit turned out to be a lie. I don’t want to see Cash go through that,” Asher says. I know he knows how Cash feels. His ex-claimed to be pregnant so that he would marry her, then it turned out she was never even pregnant at all; she made the whole story up so that he would commit to her.
“No matter how we feel about it, he needs our support,” I tell them, before looking at the time on my phone. “I need to head out. Liz’s brother is in town for the night dropping off his fiancée.”
“So when is he going to be here permanently?” Nico asks.
“Not sure,” I shrug, pulling my keys out of my pocket.
“Tomorrow, I won’t be at the site. I have a job with Kenton,” Nico says, looking between Asher and me. “I know that you guys don’t want to hear it, but we need to come up with a figure so you can buy me out.”
“You’re sure that’s what you want?” Asher asks.
“I told you guys before, construction is all I’ve ever known; but tracking people is something I'm good at. I love doing it.”
“It’s not safe.” I say, shaking my head.
“Neither is working on a jobsite; anything can happen when we’re building a house.”
“True. “Asher nods, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “If it’s what you want to do, find out how much your percentage of the business is worth. We’ll all get together, go over the numbers, and figure out how to make it happen.”
“I’ll let you know,” Nico says, walking towards his car. I watch him go, worried about both of my little brothers for different reasons. My phone beeps with a message. I look down reading it.
LIZ: I'm starving. Come feed me.
ME: Be there soon.
I type back the quick response, not even realizing that I have been smiling.
“What’s that smile for?” I look up at Asher and glare.
“That’s the, I'm-p-ssy-whipped smile,” Nico yells out his car window, before pulling out of the driveway.
Asher laughs, and I flip Nico off. “Gotta go,” I say, opening up my truck door.
“See you tomorrow,” Asher says, climbing into his Jeep. I give him a flick of my fingers, before starting up my truck and heading home.
*~*~*
“So how did today go?” I ask Liz, who is sprawled out on top of me. When we got home from dinner with Tim and Kara, I couldn’t get her naked and in bed fast enough. Once we finished, she climbed off me, went to the bathroom to clean up, then came back to bed with a rag, wiping me off before crawling on top of me. This is where we have been for the last two hours. When I left Cash’s house, I went straight to Mike’s house, and picked up Liz, while Tim and Kara followed behind in their car to the only Mexican place in town. We ended up staying there for a few hours, talking about everything from Tim’s talk with the detective and Kara’s pregnancy, to our engagement.
“It was good. It will be nice having Kara around. I'm excited to get to know her better, and have my nephew close when he comes; plus, it will be nice having someone to help out in the shop since mom is planning on spending more time in Alabama with George.”
“Yeah, and having her around will give you some time to start planning our wedding.”
“Do you want a big wedding?” she asks, setting her chin on the top of her hands.
“I don’t care if it’s big or small, as long as when it’s over, you have my last name.” She smiles, lifting a finger and watching as it travels over my lips.
“I still can’t believe that we’re getting married,” she says softly, still looking at her finger on my mouth.
“Why?”
“It’s just all happening so fast,” she shrugs, her eyes meeting mine.
“Not fast enough, if you ask me,” I grumble.
She laughs, rolling off me to her back, covering her face with her hands. “Who knew that Trevor Earl Mayson would complain about not being tied down fast enough?”
“Tied down? I like the sound of that.” I roll on top of her, pinning her hands next to her head.
“You’re not tying me down,” she says, her chest rising and falling quickly.
“Why not? Don’t you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s see how much you trust me.” I pull her hands up above her head, stretching her out underneath me. “Keep your hands up here.” I sit up, straddling her, running my hands down over the smooth skin of her arms. I trail my fingers lower down, grazing the sides of her breasts, along her ribs. Then I use my hands to move back up her waist, cupping her breasts, trapping her nipples between my middle and pointer fingers. I pull up, her body arching off the bed. “Don’t move your hands.” I tell her, when she goes to lift them off the bed.
“I thought you were going to tie me down?” she moans. I smile, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.
“We’re working on trust. I trust you to keep your hands above your head.”
“Oh.” She lets out a disappointed breath, making me smile and her eyes narrow. My fiancée doesn’t like to admit it, but she is definitely a dirty girl.
“Keep your hands where they are.” I lean over the side of the bed, grabbing the first thing I find, which happens to be her lace panties.
“What are you doing with those?”
“You’ll see,” I say, pulling her up a little higher on the bed so her hands reach the headboard. I cross her wrists over one another, and then use the lacy panties. I wind them around her wrists, and then the slat in the headboard. “Now, where was I?” I look her over, before lifting both her legs with my hands and sit her ass against my thighs, wrapping her legs around my hips. “Now, let’s start over.” I run my palms from her stomach to her breasts, palming both, before tugging on her nipples. I watch as she arches her back, her p-ssy rubbing against my cock, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. I let go of her nipples, holding onto her at her ribcage. I keep one there, moving the other hand past her lower belly, then using my thumb to slide over her *, her hips circle, rubbing against my cock again. “Hold on to the headboard, baby,” I tell her, before I pull her feet from around my waist, setting them onto the bed next to my hips. I lift her slightly, flexing my hips, and slide deep inside her. Her body is completely in the air, almost like she’s doing a back bend, making it easy for me to pound into her with a slight raise of my hips.
“Oh God! I'm going to pass out,” she moans.
“You won’t,” I tell her, slamming up into her harder, one hand tugging her nipples, the other traveling lower to play with her *.
“I'm…I'm going to pass out,” she yells, as her body starts to convulse, her p-ssy strangling my cock.
“F*ck!” I yell, holding her hips. One, two, and three more stokes and I sit back on my calves, wrapping her legs back around my hips, then lean forward, untying her hands, pulling her up to me. Her body is boneless; her heart is beating a hundred miles an hour and both our bodies are covered in sweat.
“That was…that was…wow,” she whispers, then starts to laugh. “Were you in the circus?” she laughs louder, making me laugh.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Well, I felt like some kind of circus performer standing on my head.”
“What kind of circuses have you gone to, perv?” I chuckle, making her laugh harder. Knowing that this is what I have to look forward to made me feel like a f*cking king. Having a woman who was not only beautiful, but someone I could talk to about anything and laugh with was priceless.