Chapter 7
Trevor
I look out the double doors of our room at the resort and can see the turquoise sea beyond. There’s a slight breeze coming in off of the water, bringing the sound and smell of the ocean with it. I roll to my side; Liz is laying on her stomach, hands under her pillow, a sheet resting over her hips. My hand itches to touch her. I scrub my hands down my face, thinking about yesterday, and wondering if today is going to be better or worse.
When we arrived last night, Liz’s mom, Rita, was waiting for us in the lobby. She looked worried. I assumed she was nervous about the wedding. Then Tim walked around the corner into the lobby. When I saw him, I felt the urge to beat the shit out of him; if I hadn’t promised Liz I would be on my best behavior when I was around Tim, I would have had him face first on the very expensive tile. Instead, I bit down on the inside of my cheek, trying to check the impulse of attack. Tim walked over to our group. He avoided eye contact with me; his eyes focused on his sister. When he reached her, he picked her up and hugged her. I could hear him say something to her, but couldn’t make out the words until she told him to be nice. Tim turned towards me after he sat Liz down; that’s when I noticed the girl with him. She was small, with short black hair and big brown eyes. She looked like a pixie. The part that caught my attention was her stomach; she had to be around five months pregnant. Tim put his arm around her, pulling her close.
“Trevor.” He stuck out his hand, and I did the same. Our shake was not friendly. We were both stating that we could take the other one out. Tim was not a small guy; he played football in high school and still looked to be in shape. He pulled his hand away first, making me feel like I won that challenge.
“Liz, Trevor, I want you to meet Kara,” Tim said, looking over at Liz, who was looking down at the girls protruding belly.
“Kara,” Liz said. I took a step closer to her; she looked ready to pass out.
“I told Tim that I shouldn’t come, but he said he couldn’t stand the thought of me being home by myself,” Kara said, smiling at Liz. The Liz that I used to know, the one on guard from everyone around her, slipped into place. She took Kara’s hand in her own, shaking it lightly. That’s when Liz noticed the ring on Kara’s hand.
“My mom’s wedding ring,” Liz said, looking at the ring on her finger, running her thumb over the gold band.
“Tim asked me to marry him when he got home from his last visit. Right, babe?” she asked, looking up at him. I could tell by the way she looked at him that she really loved him.
“Congratulations,” Liz said, looking up at Tim.
“Thanks. I wanted to tell you guys a long time ago, but with the wedding, I didn’t know how to bring it up.” Tim had enough remorse to look guilty when Liz looked at him. Why did he claim to have an addiction, steal her money, and not tell his family about his fiancée? I looked at Liz’s mom and noticed that she was nervous.
I could see Liz take a deep breath, and I know I need to get her out of this situation as soon as possible.
“It’s nice to meet you, Kara,” I said, pulling Liz deeper into my side. Liz’s arm came around my back, her nails digging into my ribs.
“You too. We will see you guys in the morning for breakfast.” I couldn't get her away from her brother fast enough. We said our goodbyes to Rita, Kara, and Tim. I picked up our bags and stepped in front of a dazed Liz. "Come on babe," I said quietly, then headed towards the elevators.
"We’ll see you in the morning, honey," Rita said, giving Liz a quick hug. I looked back over my shoulder, and slowed down when I noticed she was still a ways behind me. When we made eye contact, I could see so much pain flash through her eyes that I had to stop myself from picking her up and taking her away from all of it.
"You hungry?” I asked, dropping one of the bags onto the floor of the elevator so I could touch her.
"No," she said, cuddling her face into my hand.
I pulled her forward by her jaw and kissed her softly. What I wanted to do was tell her that I loved her, but once again, I didn’t. I couldn’t. “You wanna take a walk down by the ocean with me?”
“I just want to go to sleep,” she said. I pulled her into my chest, kissing the top of her head. When the elevator came to a stop, I let her off ahead of me, picked up our bags, and headed down the hall to our room. When she came to a stop, opened the door, and just stood there, I thought something was wrong, until she looked over at me smiling. I followed her into the room. The bathroom was right inside the door, with a Jacuzzi tub, stand up shower, and double sinks. The rest of the room was open, with a king sized bed with tall posters and a white canopy. There were side tables, a dresser with a flat screen TV on it, and a chair next to the open doors that led to a balcony. Outside, there was a large couch and a small table. The minute I saw that balcony, I knew I was going to find a way to f*ck Liz out there while looking out over the ocean. “This is so beautiful.” I dropped the bags to the ground, walking out to the balcony behind her.
“It is,” I agreed, pulling her back to my front. Leaning over her, my face went into her neck, smelling the scent of her hair mixed with the ocean. “You wanna talk about what happened down in the lobby?”
She was quiet for a long time, just looking out over the ocean. I didn’t think she was going to say anything, until she spoke. “He gave her my mom’s wedding ring; the one my dad gave my mom.”
“I know.”
“Why did he steal the money and make up all of those lies?”
“I don’t know, but tomorrow you can ask him.”
“Can’t you just go cut off his head and bring it back to me?”
“Real funny,” I pulled her deeper into me. “I'm thinking that about ten seconds after I showed up here with his head, you would start feeling guilty.” I kiss the top of her head, and look back out over the water.
“You’re right. Damn conscience.” She took a deep breath. “Thank you for being here with me.” Her words were so quiet that I almost missed them, and once again, the words “I love you” were on the tip of my tongue.
“There is nowhere else I would want to be.”
“I think I'm going to call room service and order something big and chocolaty.”
“Alright. I'm going to go talk to George.” Before she could start her protest, I reminded her, “You promised, so don’t even think about starting a fight.”
“I never promised.”
“Did you tell me that you were mine?”
“Trevor, you know that I never agreed for you to talk to George.”
“You told me you were mine. So yes, you did agree for me to talk to George.”
“You are so annoying.” She stepped around me, and back into the room.
I stopped her, pulled her into me, grabbed the back of her head, and twisted my hand into her hair, holding her in place so my mouth was right above hers. “When I get back, I’ll give you the orgasm you’re itchin’ for,” I told her, my mouth opening over hers. She fought it for a second, before melting into the kiss.
She tasted like strawberries from the Tic Tac’s she’d been eating. I loved that taste; it made me kiss her harder and deeper. I had to pull myself away before I pulled her dress up and I f*cked her up against the wall. Her eyes slowly opened. “Be back.” I kissed her forehead. I needed to get away before I attacked her again. I looked over my shoulder; when I got to the door, she was still in the same place I left her, making me smile. She shrugged as I pulled the door closed behind me.
When I got to George and Rita’s room, Rita answered, telling me that George was down in the cigar bar with his brother, so I headed down there. Once I found him, I filled him in on Tim, and the things he had told Liz. While we were talking, he told me about Tim, and his arrival yesterday with Kara.
He told me that Rita knew he was going to ask Kara to marry him, but didn’t want to tell Liz until they met in person. George was pissed about the money, and said he was going to talk to Tim about it after the wedding. He didn’t want to upset Rita or Liz any more than necessary. I agreed with him, and headed back up to the room, where I found Liz sitting outside on the balcony, eating what was left of some chocolate cake.
“Hey.” I walked over to her, getting a chocolate kiss.
“So do you feel better now that you talked to George?” she asked as I'm sitting down.
“Yep.”
“You smell like smoke.”
“George was in the cigar bar downstairs. How about that bath?” I asked, picking her up and carrying her into the bathroom.
“You’re awake?” Liz says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I lift my eyes to her still-sleepy face. Her hair’s a mess, and her skin is clean of makeup; this is my favorite look on her. After we got out of the bath last night, I laid her out in bed, and spent a good amount of time appreciating her.
“Yeah, I’ve been up for a while now.” I run my hands down my face.
“Couldn’t sleep?” She comes up on her elbows, the sheet sliding lower down her hips, her long hair covering one breast, leaving the other exposed.
“What?” I swallow. I feel like a prick; all I can think about when I'm around her is f*cking her. It doesn’t help that she has nothing on but the sheet.
“You couldn’t sleep?” she asks again, this time with a smirk, lifting her ass slightly off the bed.
“You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mr. Mayson.” She smiles, licking her lips, while looking down my chest to the sheet that is now tented.
“I'm trying to behave,” I tell her, and my hand clenches.
“Hmm, you do that then,” she says, pulling the sheet up over her head. I see her scoot towards me, then feel her mouth wrap around my cock. I almost come right then.
“Shit.” My hands go above my head. I don’t want her to stop, so I don’t touch her. I can tell that she’s kneeling under the sheet, and I feel her moan against me. I pull the sheet away to see her mouth and hand wrapped around me, her other hand between her legs. “Jesus.” I pull her ass towards me so I can watch as she plays with herself. “Is it turning you on to suck me off, baby?” She moans, her fingers moving a little faster. I twist her more so that I have the perfect shot of her wet p-ssy. “You gonna let me clean you up with my mouth after you make yourself come?” I can feel her whimper as she takes me all the way, until I hit the back of her throat. My spine starts to tingle. “I'm going to come,” I say, giving her a chance to retreat before one hand goes to her hair, and the other to her p-ssy. I come in her mouth as I put two fingers inside her. I can feel her start to come around them. I lift her up so she’s sitting on my face, her hands going to the wall behind my head. I wait until she looks down at me before I do one long sweep of my tongue.
“Oh my God,” she says, her head falling back.
“Play with your tits while I eat you.” She does as I say, her hands going to her breasts, and then pulling her nipples. Without realizing it, she starts grinding down on my face. I grab her ass in my hands, pulling her tighter against me. When I know she’s about to come, I lift her, and then impale her on my cock. She yells, and her muscles contract around me. “You’re so f*cking hot,” I groan, pulling her down as I lift up to pound into her. “Give me your mouth.” I tell her. She does, leaning forward, and I feel her start to convulse. And just like that, I'm shouting her name, coming inside of her as her p-ssy milks me. She lays against my chest; we’re both breathing heavy, with me still inside of her. I love this. I love being inside of her, feeling her wrapped around me in every way. I run my hands down her back, pulling her hair to one side. “Are you okay?”
“Umhmm.” I smile when I feel her cheek move against my chest.
“What do you want to do today?”
“Mom and I have an appointment at the spa for this evening; but before that, I kinda just wanted to lay out in the sun and read.”
“We can do that. How ‘bout we shower first?”
“You broke me. So if you want me to move, you’re going to have to do all the work.”
“I can do that.” I laugh, sitting up. I pull her legs around my waist and carry her into the bathroom.
*~*~*
"Hell no," I mumble, walking out of the water towards Liz. She's been laying out since we came down to the beach, her white bikini making her already golden skin look darker. She is always hot, but Liz in a bikini under the Caribbean sun, her skin shimmering from the suntan oil she used, her long hair braided down one side of her chest…is perfection. That's not what has my teeth clenching; it's the surfer dude who has pulled his chair up next to hers, trying to get her attention. Lucky for her, she hasn't noticed. As usual, when she has her Kindle in her hand, the world could crumble around her and she wouldn't have a clue. I'm 20 feet away when surfer dude leans over, talking quietly to her. She looks over at him and smiles. My blood starts to boil, making me pick up my pace. I cover the distance between us just as surfer dude says something, making her laugh. All I can think is that smile is mine; that laugh is mine. When I reach her, I stand at the end of her lounger; the guy looks up, and Liz bites her lip.
"Do you need something?" surfer dude asks. I don't even look at him.
"Let's go." I take her hand, helping her up.
"Trevor." I can hear the warning in her tone. I ignore it, take her bag from her, take her hand, and walk away from the beach and surfer dude. I do not know what's wrong with me. I have been feeling over-the-top crazy-jealous, crazy-possessive, and just plain f*cking crazy. I don't like feeling like this; in fact, I hate it. If she would let me tattoo my name across her forehead, I would consider doing it. Part of me knows that one of the reasons I'm so on edge is because I need to tell her that I love her. The words have been consuming me, eating me alive. I need her to know how I feel, so that I can take the next step and ask her to be my wife. I know people are going to say that we're moving too fast, and we don't know each other, but I don't care. I love her. I get her. I want her to be my forever. F*ck what everyone else says; as long as she will have me, they can all suck it. “Hey, slow down,” she says, and I do immediately. We walk silently up to the room, and once we’re there, I throw her bag onto the chair, and start pacing back and forth, running my hands over my face and head. “You’re freaking me out,” she says quietly. I look at her, and before I can think, I'm pushing her towards the bed. Once she’s down, I trap her arms above her head. “Trevor, stop. You’re scaring me.” Her voice wobbles, making me crack.
“I love you.”
Finally, the words are out and I feel like I can breathe. “I f*cking love you so f*cking much that it’s making me f*cking crazy.” I lay my forehead against hers. “I need you to say you will marry me. And don’t tell me that it’s too soon; I don’t give a f*ck what anyone says. It’s going to happen one way or another, so just agree.”
“What?” she questions and I can hear the shock and disbelief in her voice.
“Tell me you love me,” I growl. “I'm going f*cking crazy; tell me you love me.”
“I love you.” I watch as tears start to slide into her hair.
Seeing her tears, I realize that I have been such a dick. I hate seeing her cry. “God, baby. I'm so sorry. I'm an a*shole. I just needed you to know that I love you, and I want you to be my wife.” Great, now I'm sounding like a p-ssy. I stand, picking her up, and I walk out to the balcony, where I sit down on the couch with her in my lap.
“That has to be the worst proposal in the history of proposals,” she says, her face tucked into my neck.
“It’s original.”
“Yeah,” she agrees, but doesn’t sound angry. But I'm pissed at myself. In my head, that’s not how I ever imagined asking her, and she deserves a lot more than some f*cked up jealousy proposal. I don’t even have a ring to slide on her finger.
“I take it back.”
“What?” she asks, lifting her head and looking at me.
“I take it back. Just forget the whole thing ever happened.”
“I—” she starts to talk, but I cut her off when I see tears in her eyes again.
“Shit. No, not that part. Definitely remember the part where I told you I love you; that hasn’t changed.”
“Oh.” Her face scrunches in confusion.
“One day, I'm going to ask you to marry me, and I’ll do it the right way. Until then, know that I love you.” I run my fingers down her cheek, watching her smile, feeling the weight that has been sitting on my chest finally release.
I lean in and start kissing her. She smells like coconut, ocean, and sun. She leans her head to the side, giving me better access to her neck. Then she’s gone, running back into the room. “Shit! I'm late,” she says, pulling a dress out of her bag, slipping it on over her head.
“Late for what?”
“I was supposed to meet Mom at the spa twenty minutes ago.” She pulls out her hair tie, unravels her braid, then pulls all her hair up into some kind of crazy ball at the top of her head. “I’ll be back in a couple hours,” she says, picking up her bag from the chair. Before she can run out the door, I grab her, kissing her deeply.
“I love you,” I whisper against her lips. She smiles, bending back against my arm, and looks up at me.
“I love you, too.” Before I know it, she’s gone, the door closing behind her.
“Shit.” I rub my face, thinking that I need to call November and see what she thinks I should do about proposing. I flop down on the bed, pull my cell out, and dial her number.
“You’re calling me from Jamaica? What’s wrong?” November answers on the first ring. I laugh at the motherly tone in her voice, then I hear my niece July start to cry in the background.
“Is this a bad time?” I hear Asher in the background telling her that he’ll take care of July while she’s on the phone.
“No, your brother’s got her. It’s his fault anyways; he won’t ever put her down, so now, if someone’s not holding her, she starts to cry.”
“I think you’re both to blame for that one.”
“Nope, it’s all his fault.” I can actually feel the love she has for my brother in her voice—as crazy as it sounds. “So what’s wrong? Why are you calling me from sunny Jamaica?”
“I think I f*cked up.”
“Trevor!” she huffs out, sounding just like Mom.
“I didn’t f*ck up like that.”
“How?”
“I told Liz I love her.” I don’t tell her that I held her down to tell her, then forced her to say it back, then told her she is going to marry me.
“So? She loves you; what’s the big deal?”
“How do you know?” I sit up, waiting for her to tell me how she knows. I never wanted Liz to tell me she loved me until she was ready. I didn’t want to force her, but that’s exactly what I did, held her down and forced her to tell me.
“She told me,” November says in a duh-tone, the same one she uses with all of us boys when she thinks were being stupid.
“Why would she tell you and not me?” Now, I'm pissed that she’s felt the same way I have and has never said anything, while I’ve been stewing over this for the last few weeks.
“She wanted to make sure you were both in the same place before she told you.”
“Jesus, why do women do that? Why do you guys think that you know what we’re thinking?”
“You’re a guy; you think about sex and sports. It’s not hard to figure out.” She laughs right before I hear a loud smack. “Asher,” she says, then I hear the phone go quite, and a loud moan. I hang up before I can hear anything else. Listening to my brother have sex with someone who I consider a sister is never going to happen. I lay back on the bed, closing my eyes.
I wake to the sound of someone banging on the door. I look over at the clock; I’ve been asleep for about two hours. “Coming!” I yell. I don’t even look to see who it is; I just open the door, still half asleep. I’m caught off guard when I’m slammed into the wall by my neck.
“What the f*ck are you doing with my sister?” Tim asks, his arm planted in my throat. I use my free arm to swing over, switching our positions. He’s not expecting the move, judging by the way his body slams into the door.
“Listen to me, you piece of shit,” I growl, my hand going around his throat. “I love her, and that’s more than I can say for you, the one who had the nerve to steal her money, forcing her to take a second job that just so happened to be working at a f*cking strip club.” I’m so pissed, I can feel my blood rushing through my veins.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he coughs out when I loosen the hand around his neck.
“I don’t know what I’m talking about? I’m the one she cries to,” I retighten my hold around his neck. “Don’t tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“I didn’t have a choice. I need the money. I found out that Kara was pregnant and had to pay off some debts.”
“So you stole from your family?”
“You don’t have a kid on the way; you don’t understand.” I shove away from him, walking into the room.
“You’re right. I don’t have a kid on the way. But I’ve got a girl and a family, no way I’d put either of them in the middle of my shit.”
“Oh, the great Trevor Mayson is all of a sudden better than everyone.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“Oh, but doesn’t everyone know about you?”
“Did you really come find me to talk about this shit?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. My blood is boiling. If it wasn’t for my promise to Liz, his ass would be hanging over the balcony.
“I want to know what you’re doing with my sister.”
“You don’t get to ask that; you don’t get to play the role of the big brother.”
“I love my mom and sister. You may not believe me, but I do.”
“Prove it. Come back to town and earn back the money you owe her.”
“I have Kara. I—“
I take a step towards him, cutting him off. “That’s your choice; but I’m telling you now, if you push me, I will insist that Liz press charges.”
“I can’t come back to town right now. I’m working undercover.”
I shake my head in disgust. “That lie might work on your mom, but it’s not working on me. “
“F*ck you,” he shouts, his face turning red.
“How long are you going to keep that lie up for?”
“It’s not a lie. The people I owed money to trusted me. The cops had no one on the inside, and when they found out about my debt, they offered to pay it off in exchange for me going undercover.”
“If they paid off your debt, why did you take the money from your sister?”
“The money I took from her paid the debt; the money the cops gave me paid my interest.” I watched him start to pace, his hands running through his shaggy blonde hair. “I had been seeing Kara for a while when she told me she was pregnant.” He stops, his eyes meeting mine. “This was around the time that I lost my last bet. I knew I needed to get out from under the people I owed; no way was I going to have a kid and have to look over my shoulder.”
“So you took the money, started working for the cops, asked Kara to marry you, and went on your merry way. All the while, your sister is staying in the back room of her store after losing her apartment, working for Mike so that she doesn’t lose her dream, and you’re living it up, not wondering about the damage you left behind?”
“If you’re with her, then why the f*ck was she working at a f*cking strip club?” he yells.
“Me working for Mike had nothing to do with Trevor,” Liz says, walking into the room. She sets her bag down on the bed, coming to my side. Her arm goes around the back of my waist.
“How—”
My girl must not be in the mood to listen. “You need to leave, Tim.”
“What?” Tim asks, looking at me. Wrong person. I would always side with Liz; even if I liked him, I would still side with her.
“You need to leave,” she states, more firmly this time.
“We need to talk.”
“The only thing that I want to hear from you right now is that you’re coming home to pay off your debt.”
“I can’t do that right now.”
“Well, then, we have nothing to talk about.”
“Sis, don’t do this,” he pleads, his face looking panicked.
“You never took my feelings into consideration when you did what you did to me.”
“I want you to have a relationship with your nephew; you can’t just cut me out.”
I look down at Liz when her nails dig into my side. “That’s not fair,” she whispers.
“You need to go,” I tell Tim, stepping in front of Liz.
“We’re not done talking.”
“Until you’re ready to tell your sister that you’re going to pay back the money you owe, I don’t think there is anything for you to talk about.”
“Tomorrow is the wedding.”
“Do you see the look on your sister’s face?” I point towards Liz. “I don’t like my woman looking like that, so you need to leave. Tomorrow, if she feels like it, then she will find you; if not, then you need to back the f*ck off,” I say, pushing him towards the door.
“Who do you think you are?” he asks, making me smile. “I’m her man; and as her man, I can do whatever the f*ck I want to anyone I perceive as a threat against her.”
“I’m her brother,” he says, sputtering as I slam the door in his face. When I turn around, I’m surprised to see Liz smiling. I figured she would be pissed that I just kicked her brother out.
“Thank you,” she says, throwing herself into my arms.
“For what?”
“For getting rid of him.” She tucks her face into my chest, and I pull her small body tighter against mine.
“I will always protect you.”
“I know,” she says softly, making me squeeze her a little tighter.
“Did you have a good time with you mom?”
“Yeah,” she giggles. I pull her face out of my chest so I can see her.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” she says, her face turning red.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing,” she says again, taking a step back.
“Your face is bright red,” I tell her, looking her over. Her hair is the same as when she left, her skin looks smooth, and she smells like lavender. “Did you get a massage?”
“Yes,” she replies, looking down at the ground.
“What else did you guys do?”
“Got manicures and pedicures,” she mumbles, still not making eye contact. Then a light bulb goes off, and I’m very interested in finding out if my hunch is correct. I step towards her, my hands going to her dress, and I rip it off over her head. “What are you doing?” she screeches, trying to get away; but I have her trapped.
“I want to see for myself what you had done,” I tell her, pushing her back until she has no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed. Dropping to my knees, I pull her foot up towards my chest. “I like this color; what is it called?” I ask, inspecting the light pink color of her nail polish.
”Passionate pink,” she says, trying to pull her foot out of my hand.
”Passionate pink,” I repeat. I kiss the top of her foot, before setting it on my shoulder. I run my cheek down the inside of her calf, then up her thigh. “Your skin is so soft.”
“I…I had a body scrub done.” Her voice is breathy; I look up and see that her eyes are hooded and dark, and her cheeks are flushed.
I pick up her other foot, setting it on my other shoulder. My hands pull her knees apart, and I run a finger down the center of her panties. Her hips lift slightly. I lean forward, opening my mouth over the thin cotton that’s covering her, and bite down slightly, making her moan. “You smell good.” I press my tongue in, making her moan louder. “Tell me you want me to eat you.” I look up her body; her head is back, eyes closed. My cock is begging me to pull her down and impale her, but I want her taste on my tongue. “Say ‘Trevor, please eat my p-ssy’.” Her eyes open, and she looks at my mouth. Then I bite down again, making her squirm.
“Trevor, please.”
I run my finger along the edge of her panties and dip in slightly, feeling her smooth skin, knowing I was right. “Say it. Say ‘Trevor, please eat my p-ssy’,” I growl.
“Trevor, please eat—”
I don’t even let her finish. I slide her panties to the side and attack her, licking, biting, and devouring her. “So sweet,” I mumble against her. Her hips raise, and her fingers dig into my scalp.
“More,” she whimpers, circling her hips.
“My greedy girl,” I mumble against her, sliding two fingers deep inside her tightness.
“Trevor!” she screams, her p-ssy convulsing around my fingers. Her feet try to push me away, but I hold her tighter, wrapping my arms around her thighs, and keeping her in place.
“Stop!” she cries.
“No. Give me another one.” I lick her, circling her *, then sucking deep. Her hips buck, trying to get free. I pull her harder against my mouth, my tongue moving faster until she comes, screaming. I crawl up the bed and pull her body against mine. “There is nothing more beautiful than watching your body being taken over by what I’m doing to you,” I say, sliding between her legs. Her hands go up the front of my shirt, sliding down to the waistband of my shorts. I sit back on my knees, pulling my shirt off over my head. She sits up, unbuttoning my shorts, and tugging them down my hips, her mouth against my abs.
“I love that you’re so hard and smooth at the same time,” she says, her hands traveling over every inch of skin she can get her hands on.
“I have something else for you that’s hard and smooth,” I tell her, making her flop back against the bed laughing. “You don’t want it?” I ask, smiling. I love that I can laugh with her during sex. I grab my cock, sliding the tip through her p-ssy. I bite back a groan when I feel her wetness against me. She uncovers her face, and I lean forward to kiss her, nibbling her lips, her tongue touching mine. Her nails dig into my sides, pulling me forward until I slide inside. “Jesus,” I say against her mouth, pushing the rest of the way in.
“Yes,” she hisses when I feel myself touch her cervix. I don’t want to hurt her, but I swear, she loves that shit.
“Who does this tight little p-ssy belong to?” I swivel my hips, picking up speed.
“You! Oh God! Don’t stop,” she cries.
“Easy, baby. I lick up her neck. “I love the way you taste.” I feel her tighten around me at my words. I bend my head forward, taking her nipple into my mouth and tugging with my lips. “Tell me you love it when I’m inside of you.”
“I love it when you’re inside of me,” she moans. Her legs wrap around me, her hips meeting mine as I lift one foot up onto my shoulder, spreading her out, watching myself disappear inside of her. “Oh! Right there; don’t stop.” She lifts her hips, using my shoulder as leverage. Right before I feel her come around me, her eyes focus on mine; her bottom lip is caught between her teeth. A few more strokes and I follow behind her, groaning her name against her lips. I flip us over so she lands on top of me, running my hands down the smooth skin of her back. After a few sated minutes, she whispers, “I’m sorry about my brother.”
“Don’t be. I’m sorry that you have to deal with him at all.”
“I hope that he’s okay. Kara seems sweet; she was at the spa with us, and I really like her. I hope he doesn’t get her mixed up in anything.”
“Me too, baby.”
“Do you think he’s telling the truth about what he said?”
The truth is I do believe him. I don’t know why he made the stupid decisions that he did, but I believe that he is really working undercover for the cops now. “Yeah, I do believe him. I don’t know what happened to get him to this point, but I do believe what he’s saying about working for the cops.”
“Me too,” she whispers. I look out over the water, listen to her breathing even out, and I eventually fall asleep, still in my piece of heaven.
*~*~*
“I’m so happy that you came with Liz,” Rita says, resting her hands on my shoulders. I look across the dance floor to see Liz dancing with George.
“There is nowhere else I would want to be,” I tell her mom truthfully. My girl looks beautiful today. Her hair is all up, with small pieces braided throughout, and tied in some kind of knot to the side of her head. Her dress is strapless, and hugs her breasts and waist. The color is a dark green, bringing out the color of her eyes.
“She loves you,” Rita says, watching Liz and George dance.
“I know.” I smile. I know it’s cocky, but who f*cking cares? Rita starts laughing, her face going into my chest, just like her daughter’s does when she laughs.
“I can see she has her work cut out for her.” She looks up at me smiling.
“I love her too, more than I even thought possible,” I tell her mom.
“I’m glad she has you.” Tears start filling her eyes. “When John died, she took it hard. They were so close; she was a daddy’s girl from the day we found out we were having a little girl. Her dad would lay with his face on my stomach, telling her stories. When we brought her home from the hospital, she wasn’t happy unless he was holding her. Even as she got older, if he was going somewhere, she wanted to be with him. I know I messed up with her and Tim, but I was so lost in my own grief that I had a hard time seeing that there were other people who were missing him as much as I was. I didn’t realize how badly I messed up until the day of her graduation,” she says, looking across the room at Liz, who’s still dancing with George, smiling up at him. “I had been depressed all morning, thinking about John missing out on one more thing that he would have loved to be a part of. So that morning, I decided that I was going to do something I never did, and went to his grave. When I got to the cemetery, Liz was there in her cap and gown, laying in the grass on top of his grave. I knew then that she must have spent a lot of time there. That’s when I realized that I needed to pull my head out of my ass and fight for my daughter, who was just as lost without her father as I was without my husband. I know I will never completely get over losing him, but every day it becomes a little easier, and my heart fills with a little more light. George is wonderful, and I’m blessed to have had two men who have loved me so completely, even with all of my faults,” she says, just as George starts walking towards us with Liz.
“Hey, baby,” I say, holding out my hand towards Liz.
“Hi.” Her smile is shy. She leans up to kiss George’s cheek and whispers something in his ear; he smiles and pats my back, takes his new wife from my side, and leads her out onto the dance floor.
“Did you have a good dance?” I pull her into my arms, tucking her head under my chin.
“Yeah, it was very sweet,” Liz says, as we sway slowly to the music.
“Good,” I say, my lips at the top of her head. I look around when I feel someone watching us. That’s when I see Tim on the other side of the dance floor with Kara.
“How about you have a dance with your brother?” I ask.
“Why?”
“I can tell he misses you. And I know you miss him.”
“I don’t know.” She bites her lip, looking across the room to where her brother is dancing.
“I’m right here if you need me; just rub your ear and I will come over to save you.”
“Okay,” she laughs, looking up at me.
“Okay.” I kiss her forehead, leading her towards Tim. When we get to where he’s dancing with Kara, he stops and whispers something into Kara’s ear. She smiles at Liz, and then walks off towards the restrooms.
“Can we dance?” Liz asks Tim. He nods his head, taking her hand, and leading her out onto the dance floor. I watch as he says something to her. She looks at me smiling, then back at Tim, who looks at me, giving a chin lift. I stand off to the side watching Liz. Kara comes to stand next to me.
“Tim told me some of the stuff that’s going on. Thank you for giving him that.” She nods towards the dance floor. “I know he messed up, and he knows he did too. We talked, and he wants to move closer to his mom and sister. I don’t have any family, so it would be good to have people around when the baby gets here.”
“Liz would like that.”
“He’s going to talk to the detectives that he’s working with and see if they can make a bust with the information he has gotten so far.” I think about November and July, knowing that Asher would kill himself if something ever happened to them because of something he did.
I turn towards her, watching her closely. “If you want to come to town and stay with us until things get sorted out with him, I think it might be wise for you and the baby,” I tell her, looking down at her round stomach.
Her hand rubs her belly, looking down. When her eyes meet mine again, I can see tears in them. “I might take you up on that offer. I don’t want to be away from him, but the people that he is dealing with scare me. They know where we live and that I’m pregnant. Tim keeps telling me that things are going to be okay, but I can’t get rid of the feeling that something bad is going to happen.”
“I’ll have Liz talk to him and see if she can help change his mind.” I say confidently. She smiles, looking across the room.
“You know, when she told him that the two of you were together, he freaked out about it. He ranted for an hour about you and your history with women.” She looks at me and smiles. “I can see that you really love her; I think that he sees that now, too.”
“More than anything,” I confirm, watching Liz walk towards me holding Tim’s hand. Just as she reaches my side, George picks Rita up, announcing he and his new bride are retiring for the evening. They leave the room with hoots and hollers following behind them. I smile at Liz, whose face has turned bright red.
“Let’s all have a drink and talk,” I say, looking at our group. The rest of the evening is spent talking and laughing. The next day, when we head home, I know that I need to find a way to put a ring on Liz’s finger, and make her mine permanently.