Chapter 5
Trevor
“Jesus,” I groan, shifting my dick to the side. Three weeks of having Liz in my bed every night without taking her is killing me. I want to build on our relationship before we add sex into the mix. Every woman I have ever been with was for one reason and one reason only, and I don’t want that with her. But I can read the signs; she’s becoming fed up with my do-not-pass-second-base, do-not-collect-the-p-ssy rule I have instigated. Every day it is becoming harder and harder not to slide into her, or put my mouth on her. Rolling out of bed, I pull up a pair of cut off sweats. I can hear the shower running; knowing she’s in there wet and soapy makes it harder to leave the room. I walk down the hall to the kitchen, flip on the coffee pot, and Lolly comes in through the dog door I put in last night. She’s wagging her tail and I bend over to give her a rub down. “You want breakfast?” I ask her, leaning over to open the cabinet to get out a can of wet food. I mix it with some dry food and set it on the floor in front of her. I hear my cell ring from my bedroom. I walk down the hall and over to what was now my side of the bed. Liz likes to sleep on the right side, not that it matters; we always end up in the middle.
“Yeah?”
“Yo, T. We gotta go to Alabama today to pick up an order.”
“No, take Nico with you.”
“He’s up with Kenton in Nashville. It’s just one night, T. Jesus, you already p-ssy whipped?”
If any of my brothers knew that I have been putting sleeping with Liz off, they would have a f*cking heyday with that shit. “Its overnight?” We hadn’t had an overnight trip in a long time, and the idea of sleeping without Liz doesn’t sit well.
“We leave this afternoon from the site, and we should be back tomorrow night.” Just then, the bathroom door opens. Liz steps out in nothing but a small towel that doesn’t cover much.
“Yeah, alright. Make the reservations,” I mumble into the phone, not taking my eyes off her.
“Sure. See you at the site. Say hi to Liz.” He hangs up. I toss my phone on the bed and start stalking towards Liz, who now looks like she’s stuck in place. I feel the smile hit my face, and her eyes narrow.
“Do not touch me, Trevor Mayson.” She takes a step back when I lunge at her.
“I like touching you, and you like me touching you.”
“No. No more touching,” she moans, her body bowing back against my arm, trying to put space between us.
“I’m going to be gone overnight,” I mumble, sliding the stubble of my chin along her neck. She moans, her body melting into me. I love that she responds so easily to my touch. I take her earlobe into my mouth, biting down gently. I'm so hard that the feel of my boxers against my erection is killing me. “You’re going to sleep here tonight and keep my side of the bed warm. Right, baby?” I ask, my hand sliding down to the bottom of the towel, running my fingers along the edge. I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself. I listen as her breathing changes; her breaths coming faster and faster as my fingers run up her thigh. “Are you listening to me?” I whisper, as I bite lightly down on her neck.
“What?” she moans, her fingernails scrapping against my scalp. She loves my hair. If it wasn’t such a bitch to take care of, I would let it grow out so she could grab on to it when I'm eating her. “I’ll stay at my place with Lolly.”
“No, you’ll stay here with Lolly. All her stuff is here; she’s used to being here.” I'm grasping at straws, but I like her here in my space, knowing that when I get home she will be waiting for me. I lick her mouth, her chin, her neck, her collarbone; her fingernails are digging into my scalp. All I want to do is toss her on the bed, spread her legs, and feast; or I’d pick her up, press her into the wall, and slide into her, but there is no time for either. We both have to get to work. My hands go to her face, holding her gently. “Just give me peace of mind and stay here.”
“Fine!” she cries, trying to bend further away, but she’s so tiny that I can pick her up with one hand if I want.
“Just put my mind at ease and stay here.” I say quietly, distracted by the feel of the skin on her thighs.
“I said I’ll stay here; so let me go so I can get ready for work.” I squeeze her ass; she moans, still trying to pull away.
“You gotta know, it’s killing me not to slide inside you.” I press my erection into her belly; she bites her lip, shaking her head. “It is,” I tell her, pressing her against the wall, determined to at least get her off before I have to be away overnight. Putting more pressure on her hips stills her movements. Sliding my hand from her ass to her belly, I look into her beautiful face. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips are swollen, and her unusual green eyes are dark with lust. “I'm going to make you come, baby.” Biting her neck, my fingers slide through her wetness, making her hips jerk. She whimpers, holding onto my biceps, her sharp nails digging into my skin. My mouth lands on hers, doing to her mouth what I want to do to her p-ssy. I slide in one finger, then another, curving them up. Her head falls back against the wall. “Open your eyes.” I can feel her getting closer; it takes everything I have not to drop to my knees, toss her leg over my shoulder, and take her with my mouth. When she looks at me, I use my thumb and press, then circle, her * two times. She clamps down on my fingers, screaming my name, her head falling back, her eyes closing. When her eyes open, she gives me a smile I have never seen on her before. I want to take my fingers and suck them into my mouth, but my restraint is already slipping and knowing how she tastes would be the final straw. I pick her up, carrying her to the bed. I sit with her in my lap, her face going into the crook of my neck. I start to laugh at how relaxed she is.
“Are you laughing?” Her words mumbling into my skin make me laugh harder. Her face comes out of my neck and she glares at me. “What’s so funny?”
“Now I know if you get in a huff, all I have to do is give you an orgasm, and you settle your ass down.”
“You did not just say that.” She shakes her head, but doesn’t move from her spot on my lap. “So, you’re going to be gone overnight?”
“Yeah, we need to go pick up an order.” I pull her face away from my chest to look into her eyes. “The wedding’s coming up,” I remind her; I'm excited to spend the weekend on the beach with her half-naked.
“I know.” Her voice cracks and I'm reminded of her shithead brother. She’s worried that he won’t be able to find the money to pay back the guys he owes.
“I'm going to call Kenton and see if he can track him down.” I pull her tighter, rubbing circles on her back. We sit like that for a while, her body so relaxed that I think she’s asleep. Its’ crazy how much my life has changed, and how happy I am now that I have accepted what I was feeling for this beautiful woman who seemed so shy the first time I met her. Little did I know, she’s not shy at all, just quiet; it’s almost like she studies people before taking a chance and talking to them. “It’s going to suck sleeping without you, even if you are a bed hog,” I say, feeling her smile against my chest.
“How can I be a bed hog when you basically sleep on top of me?” True, I have never been one to cuddle; but with her, I like knowing where she is, and that she can’t get away without me knowing. “I guess I should get up and get dressed. It’s my turn to open the shop.”
“Yeah, I need to pack and meet Cash at the site.” Her lip pouts out, so I bite it, giving it a gentle tug. “Just think, in a few days, it will be you, me, ocean, sun, and sand.”
“I know. I'm just worried about Tim. He called the other day saying that he didn’t know if he was going to make it.” She rolls her eyes.
“I told you how I feel; I think you need to let your mom know what’s going on.”
“I can’t!” She jumps up so fast that she almost falls over. “Mom is stressed about the wedding; if I told her what was going on with Tim, she’d call it off to deal with his problems. She deserves her happily ever after.”
I hold up my hands, warding her off. We have been through this a few times already, and every time, it comes back to the same thing. “If he shows up for the wedding, I'm kicking his ass.”
“No, if he shows up for the wedding, I'm kicking his ass.” I lean forward, grab her behind her thighs, and drag her forward to stand between my legs.
“Why don’t you call November and see if she wants to do dinner tonight? I'm sure she wouldn’t mind getting out of the house for a little while.”
“I doubt that Asher will let her leave the house,” she grumbles, looking adorable.
I laugh, pulling her closer. My brother loves his girls, but said the other day that November needed a break. And I’d feel better knowing that Liz had something to do while I was out of town.
“Just call her.”
“Fine,” she sighs. I know she misses her friend.
“You need another orgasm?” My hands slide up the back of her thighs.
“What? No!” she laughs, her cheeks turning pink while she tries to take a step back. So I hold her behind the knees tighter, pulling her even closer.
“You sure? You seem a little grumpy, baby.”
Her eyes narrow, making her look cute as hell. “I need to get ready to work. And you need to pack.”
Running my hands up the back of her thighs again, my fingers curve inward. “Kiss me and I’ll let you go.” Seeing the effect my touch has on her makes my blood pound. It is its own aphrodisiac; I love knowing that I was the one who made her lips swollen, eyes darken, and cheeks turn pink. I want to beat my chest like a f*cking caveman. “Come on, kiss me,” I say, squeezing her thighs tighter.
“Fine,” she sighs, bending her face towards mine. I fist the hair at the back of her head, causing her to moan.
“You really want another orgasm, don’t you?” I see her eyes flash right before I pull her mouth to mine, getting as much of her taste inside of me as I can.
*~*~*
"Holy shit!" Cash says.
“What?” I look over at him, expecting some kind of disaster to be happening in my truck. He's looking out the windshield. I follow his gaze and see a girl with shoulder–length, bright red hair, creamy skin, and a short summer dress holding the door open for a woman with a stroller.
"You know her?" I ask, looking back at him, noticing he looks a little star struck.
He looks over at me with his big cheesy smile. "Nah, but I will."
I chuckle and finish parking the truck. When we get out, the girl looks back; her face turns bright red when she realizes Cash is looking at her. Cash looks at me confused; I smirk and shrug my shoulders. She’s definitely cute, but completely opposite of the forward women who normally don't even give my brother a chance to hit on them.
I poke him in the ribs with my elbow, bending close so only he can hear me, “Do you even know how to hit on a woman?”
His eyes narrow right before he smirks, stepping in front of me in line to stand next to her at the counter. “This should be good,” I mumble to myself, listening to Cash tell the cashier that he and the girl are together so he can pay for her coffee.
"We're not together," the girl tells the cashier, who is staring at Cash.
"We are; I'm paying," Cash says, sliding the money to the cashier. When I look at the girl, I can tell she’s getting annoyed when she blows the hair out of her face. They both take their coffees; she turns on Cash.
"Here." She shoves money at him, hitting him in the chest with it, catching him off guard, making him stumble back into me; his coffee goes all over the front of his shirt.
"Crap, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen!” She starts pulling napkins out of the dispenser and pats Cash down. "Why couldn't you just let me pay for my own coffee?" she grumbles, not even looking up. Cash starts to laugh, and her head flies up, busting him in the chin. I can actually hear his teeth slam shut and the crack of his chin to her head. "This is so humiliating," she whispers; looking up, her hands go to her head, and tears form in her eyes.
“Let me see your head, honey," he says quietly, pulling her forward, taking the coffee out of her hand, and handing it to me. I watch him drag her to the side and talk quietly to her; when I hear her light giggle, I know they’re both going to be okay. I feel my phone vibrate, and when I pull it out, I see that it’s Jen calling. I don’t know how many times I’ll have to tell this chick that I’m not interested before she’ll clue in.
“What, Jen?”
“I want to see you.”
“I told you before; we’re done.”
“I…I miss you.” This chick is completely whacked; my face tilts towards the ceiling, and I pray for patience.
“I'm only going to say this one more time: we were never anything, so stop f*cking calling me.” I hang up and see a text message from Liz.
Liz: Missed you last night.
My heart flips over; I feel like a chick standing here smiling at my phone.
Me: Miss you too baby.
I look around and see Cash watching me.
“What’s that smile for?” he asks, taking the girl’s coffee from my hand and handing it back to her. I look at him, and his smile matches mine. I look at the girl and see her blush when he hands her the coffee.
“Nothing. Liz messaged me,” I tell him, walking up to the cashier to order my coffee.
“This is Lilly. Lilly, this is one of my brothers, Trevor,” Cash introduces.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Hi,” she says shyly. “Um, I need to go; it was nice meeting you both. Again, I'm really sorry about the coffee…and the head-butt.”
I chuckle, and Cash laughs. “Its fine, honey. I’ll walk you out,” he tells her. I get my order, and order another coffee for Cash, before I head out of the coffee shop. When I step out, Cash and Lilly are talking quietly off to the side of the door. I go start the truck and wait for him. Once he’s back in the truck, I look over to see him watching as Lilly walks down the sidewalk. He pulls out his phone and types something. She stops, pulls out her phone, looks at it, turns and looks over her shoulder, and gives him a smile that could make the sun jealous, before she turns back around and starts walking again.
“So, you got her number?”
“Yeah, she goes to school over here.” He says pulling out a clean shirt from his bag.
“She seems shy,” I say, pulling out onto the road.
“Liz is shy.”
“No, Liz is observant.”
"Whatever. So how are things with you and Liz?" I glance at my baby brother, debating what I should say. "You’re still into her, right? If not, Johnny was asking about her." I look over, ready to let him know that I will f*ck Johnny up if he even thinks about talking to Liz, when I see the smirk on his face. "Well, judging by the shade of red you just turned, I'm gonna say you’re still with her."
"Yeah, and I'm staying with her; so tell anyone who asks to back the f*ck off."
"Calm down! Damn! I thought that with her basically living with you, and you two buying a damn dog together, that it would calm your possessive ass down. Guess I was wrong." I look over to see him shaking his head. "Don't get me wrong, I love November and Liz, but I'm never going to let a female turn me into some kind of crazy, possessive, p-ssy-whipped guy." I almost laugh and warn him of what's going to happen when he meets the one, but f*ck it; he can figure that shit out on his own, and I’ll be laughing about it from the sidelines.
"Any word from Liz’s brother?” he asks, changing the subject
"Nah, nothing. I called Kenton and asked him to look into it,” I reply.
"Do you know why Nico's spending so much time with him?"
"He likes the bigger city." I shrug.
"I thought that too, but he mentioned the other day that he might go work for Kenton."
"Seriously?" Thinking of the work that my cousin does makes me nervous for my brother. My cousin’s life is like something out of a movie. He’s constantly on the road, looking for the people who everyone else runs away from. "When was he going to tell us?" I ask.
All of us boys own even shares in our construction business. Asher started the business up when he got out of the Marines, and each of us bought in after college. Since then, the business has grown, and now we have contracts all over Tennessee.
“He told me that Kenton had asked him to help out on a job the other day. He said he had never thought about doing that kind of thing, but when he was done, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. I guess Kenton told him that he had a knack for it and would be willing to train him if he was interested in doing it for the long term,” he says.
“So he’s really considering it?”
“From what he said, yeah. I think he’s just worried about what we’ll all say.”
“I don’t like it; I know that what Kenton does is dangerous. But if he’s happy, then how can I say no?”
“That’s what I said.” Cash’s phone starts ringing. “Speak of the devil,” he mutters. “Yo,” he answers. “Are you serious?” Cash pauses, and I can tell he’s concentrating on whatever is being said; then he starts laughing so hard that tears start streaming down his cheeks.
“What?” I ask.
“Shit man, hold on. Let me tell him.” He shakes his head, trying to control himself. “Last night, Nico went to the restaurant over on 5th street. Well, when he pulled into the parking lot, it was after eleven, and Liz was standing next to her car covered in dirt, looking like she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Nico asked her what was going on, and she said she was just getting ready to go home.” My heart drops, thinking that something happened to her.
“I talked to her before I went to bed. She was home and didn’t tell me that anything happened to her.”
“No, man, she’s fine. She left the parking lot while Nico was there watching. Well, he went inside to order out, and Jen was there with her friends.” Shit. This is what I didn’t need f*cking Jen.
“What did Jen do to her?” I demand.
Cash starts laughing again, and I'm about ready to stop the truck and kick his ass.
“Jen didn’t do anything if what Nico thinks happened, happened. Your girl jacked Jen’s tire from her car, and left that shit sitting on three wheels.”
“What?” I whisper. I cannot picture my sweet Liz doing anything like that…ever.
“When Nico got his order, he went back out to his truck just as Jen and her posse were getting ready to leave. Jen started yelling from across the parking lot, so he went over to see what was going on. That’s when he saw Jen’s driver’s side back tire missing, not even a jack or a brick holding that shit up. Then, Nico remembered the look on Liz’s face and how dirty she looked when he pulled into the parking lot, and everything came together.”
“You are joking, right?”
“Looks like sweet Liz has a little evil in her after all.” Cash chuckles, making me laugh.
“Something must have happened. I can’t see Liz doing that for no reason.” I’m trying not to let my imagination run away from me. I would never hit a chick, but if Jen or any of her posse f*cked with my girl, they would answer to me.
“Don’t know, but wish I could be a fly on the wall when you ask her about it,” Cash says, putting the phone back to his ear. A thought occurred to me, and I couldn’t help but to ask.
“Did he tell Jen that he thought it was Liz?” I ask, holding the steering wheel tighter when Cash didn’t say anything. I glance over at him.
“Do you think that any of us would tell any of those bitches shit? F*ck no! We wouldn’t; you should know that.”
“Look,” I sigh, running my hands down my face, trying to find the right words. “If Jen has even a hint that it was Liz, she will go after her. I can’t risk something happening to her; she has enough shit going on without adding to it.”
“You love her.”
“What?” I look over at him, and my eyes narrow.
“You f*cking love her. Holy shit!”
I want to say, “f*ck no; hell no”, and that it’s impossible to love someone after only a few weeks together; then I remind myself that we spent nine months together before July was born. We might not have been together every day, but most of my free time was filled with her. I didn’t know it at the time, but I had been slowly falling in love with her. I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the speakerphone, with Nico singing, “Da da da da, another one bites the dust. And another one falls, and another one falls,another one bites the dust.”
“Very funny,” I sigh, rubbing the back of my head.
“Just saying. I don’t want that shit to happen to me,” Nico says, his voice coming through the cell phone in Cash’s hand.
“You asses will be singing a different tune when it does.”
“F*ck that. I'm going to get as much p-ssy as I can before I have to settle with one.”
“I didn’t even call to talk about this shit,” Nico cuts Cash off. “I wanted to make sure that you were all going to be at the site tomorrow,” Nico says, sounding nervous.
I look over at Cash, and can see the same pain I'm feeling written on his face. “Sure, we’ll be there.”
“Good, see you guys then,” he says, before the line goes dead.
“So, I guess he’s going to talk to us about working for Kenton.”
“Guess so,” I agree. I don’t want to think about this shit right now. My brothers and I have always been inseparable, and I don’t want to think about Nico not being a part of our company any more.
“So…you gonna call Liz and ask her about the tire?”
“Do I look stupid to you?”
“Yes,” he chuckles, and I look over at him.
“I’ll talk to her about it when I get home.”
“You’re sounding very domesticated these days.”
“F*ck you,” I say while smiling.
Cash shakes his head, laughing. “I'm going to stay away from chicks from now on. There must be something in the water.”
“So you aint gonna call Lilly?”
“F*ck yeah, I'm calling her! Did you see her tits?” I look over at him; he’s holding out his hands in front of him like he’s got huge melons balancing in them.
“You’re full of shit,” I laugh. Out of all of us, Cash is the one who wears his heart on his sleeve.
“Never mind don’t look at her tits.” He says. I look over to see a look of confusion on his face before he ask “So are you and Liz living together?”
“Yes, but don’t tell her I told you that.”
“So you’re living together but she doesn’t know it?”
“Pretty much.” I shrug.
He laughs. “Let me know how that works out for you.”
*~*~*
It’s after seven when I finally pull up to the house. Liz’s car is in the driveway, so I decide to check her trunk. As soon as the trunk light comes on, I can see that she had pulled up the carpet to get to her spare, but there is no spare, and no extra tire that could have been Jen’s. I look around, wondering where she would have put an extra tire.
“What are you doing?” I hear Liz ask from the front porch. I look up to see her arms crossed over her chest; Lolly is sitting calmly at her side.
“Hey, baby. Nico said you had a flat,” I lie, and watch her face pale.
“Uh, yeah. I met November for dinner, and when I got out to my car, I had a flat.” Her voice wavers a bit at the end, and I have to stop the smile from coming across my face.
“Where is your spare?” I ask, slamming the trunk. I walk around to my truck and pull my bag from the back. Lolly finally decides to come off the porch, but Liz Is stuck in place.
“The spare?” She looks around like it’s going to appear out of thin air. Cute. I shake my head, then bend down to pet Lolly.
“It’s sad that you come to me before my girl does,” I tell Lolly. Standing, I walk slowly towards Liz. “Yeah, baby. The spare tire for your car.”
“Oh, that! Um…I had to leave it at the tire place.” I can tell she’s lying when she doesn’t make eye contact.
“Well, I need to get a new tire for my truck tomorrow, so I’ll just pick yours up when I go.”
“That’s really not necessary,” she mumbles, barely loud enough for me to hear.
“It’s no problem.” I lean forward and grab her wrist, pulling her to me. “You haven’t kissed me,” I say, putting my face in her neck and breathing her in. I missed her smell; and as I lift my head, our eyes meet.
“You know, don’t you?” she whispers, tears filling her beautiful eyes.
“Let’s say Nico put two and two together.” I watch her lip start to tremble. “Hey, what’s that about?” Using my thumb, I swipe the tears from her cheeks.
“It’s not my fault!” she cries, her face landing in my chest. I drop my bag, pick her up, and take her inside. I walk to the couch and sit with her in my lap.
“Talk to me.” I say quietly, rubbing her back. Her breaths are heavy before answering. Then she tells me the whole story about Jen and her friends laughing, saying her name, and leaving the restaurant, and then how she found her tire slashed.
“You know that my car is always unlocked?” I nod; I do know that she never locks her car. I hate that shit. “Well, when I popped my trunk to get the spare tire, there wasn’t one in there. Then I looked at my phone to call someone, and I had no service. So I looked around and noticed Jen’s car, and for the first time I realized that we had the exact same car.” She sits up and looks at me. “I was so mad. She has always been evil, but ever since we got together, it has gotten a million times worse. So I took my jack out of the trunk, went to her car, got her tire off, realized that I would need the jack to change my tire, so I kicked the jack out from under her car, ran back to my car, changed the tire as fast as I could—which by the way is pretty damn fast.” I smile because she says all of this in one breath; she’s so f*cking adorable. Her eyes drop to my mouth, and her finger comes up to trace my lips. “I love your smile,” she whispers, and I kiss her finger, making her smile. “Well, once I got the tire changed, and the slashed one put in my trunk, Nico pulled up and asked if I was okay. I started feeling guilty about what I had done, so this morning when I got up, I went and had my tire fixed and put back on my car. Then I took Jen’s tire back to her house, made sure no one was around, and left it next to her garage.
“Jesus.” I shake my head, close my eyes, and lean my head back on the couch.
“I feel bad enough already,” she grumbles, making me laugh.
“This isn’t funny!” she cries.
I open my eyes and end up laughing harder. “You’re wrong; this is hilarious! I can’t believe my sweet Liz could do something so evil.” I raise an eyebrow. She shoves her face into her hands.
“I’m a horrible person,” she mumbles.
“Hell no! You were doing what you had to do, and that bitch deserved it.”
“I could have gone back into the restaurant and called someone,” she says with a pout.
I lean forward, taking her face in my hands. “She shouldn’t have slashed your tire.”
“What if it wasn’t even her who did it?” she asks, and I shake my head. Jen is manipulative; I don’t put anything past her.
“Well, consider it Karma for her being such a bitch.”
“Stop calling her that; you used to be with her.”
“Baby,” I say softly, pulling her closer. “We slept together; we were never in a relationship.”
“I know that, but you still slept with her.” I can hear the anger in her voice, and I'm not sure if she’s mad that I called Jen a bitch, or if she’s upset that I slept with her. All I know is that I'm going to tread lightly and change the subject.
“Did you miss me?” I start to pull her forward, but she resists, pulling away and getting off my lap.
“The way you treat women is so disgusting.”
“What?” I choke out.
“I know that you hear what I'm saying, Trevor,” she glares. “You treat women like crap.”
“Have I ever treated you lik—?”
“Yes!” She cuts me off, walking close, and putting her finger in my face. “You ignored me when I tried to explain what I had meant when I said the word ‘never’ to you. Then you were an ass and didn’t talk to me. Oh wait, that’s not true.” Her head goes back, and her fists clench. I wonder if it’s wrong that I'm totally turned the f*ck on right now. “You did talk to me, right? If a guy tried to talk to me, you growled at me…and him.”
“Where is this all coming from?”
“What happens when you’re done with me? What happens then? Will you tell people that I'm a bitch like you called Jen?”
“F*ck me!” I whisper-hiss.
“Exactly!”
That’s it. I'm done. I grab her around the waist, pulling her to me. Then I pick her up, and carry her to the bedroom. Lolly barks once before she sits when I shoot her a death glare. I walk to the bedroom with a struggling and hissing Liz, toss her on the bed, and hold her ankle so she can’t get away.
“Let me go.” She twists, trying to crawl across the bed, so I climb up on the bed behind her covering her with my body, pressing her into the mattress. She’s breathing heavy, her eyes closed tight with frustration.
“Now that you said what you needed to say, it’s my turn to talk.”
“I don’t have a choice, do I? I can’t get up; you’re a bully,” she says on a huff.
I bite my tongue to keep from laughing. “You ready to listen?” I whisper near her ear, feeling her shiver and go completely still. I'm sure she can feel my dick pressed into her back.
“Whatever,” she mutters, making me smile.
“This is the last time we’re going to bring up what happened that night.” I press into her and she nods. “I never told you that when I stopped that night, I did it because I was afraid of my own feelings for you. I figured if I told myself that you were innocent, I would stop craving you.” I press myself deeper into her back. “That didn’t work. Every time a guy tried to talk to you, I wanted to beat the f*ck out of him, or drag you off.” I take a breath and lace my fingers through hers. “Now, as for Jen, I can tell you from experience that she is a bitch.” I watch Liz flinch, so I roll her over and hold her face in my hands. “I don’t say that about all the women I’ve been with, but I know Jen. I know that she uses her dad’s influence to get away with a lot of shit.” I press my forehead to hers. “As for you, I could never say that about you; even if I was pissed, I know the kind of person you are. I know that you care about people, even the ones you shouldn’t.” She leans up, pressing her mouth to mine. “We done fighting now?” I ask, my hands running down along her sides.
“Yes,” she whispers, then bites her lip.