Tank (Moonshine Task Force Book 2)(23)
He leans against the living room wall, letting the drywall take his weight instead of his arms and crutches. “You mean to tell me y’all don’t open gifts in front of the tree? You do nothing privately?”
“Olivia Prescott Coleman – Prescott with two t’s,” I flash him a smart grin before continuing on, “never does anything privately, Trevor. Everything she does is manipulated and manufactured to further whatever agenda it is she’s working on at the moment. If it doesn’t further it, then at least she gets attention from it. All in all, it’s a win for her,” I stand in front of him, letting my fingers play with the thin material of his t-shirt. “Damon Coleman? Well, Daddy just likes his expensive scotch, cigars, and young secretaries who can keep their lips closed while keeping their legs open at the same time. It’s not exactly A Christmas Story at the Coleman mansion.”
“Goddamn,” he makes a noise in his throat. “And you want to take me to this party?”
I shrug. “I wanna take you wherever it is you wanna go with me,” I fight the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
“Look at you, being cute and flirting with me.”
Tangling my fingers tighter in his t-shirt, I tug against it, pulling him so he lowers his head toward mine. Our mouths are mere centimeters apart when he closes the gap, but I grin against the butterflies in my stomach, letting his lips chase mine. I hear one of his crutches fall to the floor as his hand snakes around my neck, holding me in place. When his lips capture mine – and make no mistake, it is a capture – my damn knees go weak.
My fingers hold tightly to his shirt as he thoroughly kisses me. His tongue invades, swiping against mine as our noses rub against one another. I hear the other crutch fall to the floor as he brings me into his body, every part of us is touching. The whiskers of his beard rub against my chin as he breaks our kiss. His fingers tug the hair at the nape of my neck, forcing me to tilt back against my shoulders and expose all the space below my chin to him.
“Trev, we shouldn’t be doing this,” I gasp as he nips at the pulse point of my throat. “Your leg,” I try again, digging my nails into the covered flesh of his amazing abs.
“Is fucking fine,” he growls against me.
But I worry. He’s a month out from a traumatic situation, and even though he’s talking to the doctor about putting him in a boot when he goes tomorrow, I hope he’s not rushing his recovery.
“I’m fine, Blaze,” he assures me again as he laps at the tendons before smearing his kiss along the side and moving his lips up to my ear. “I’ve always been a fast healer.”
“Batman,” I gasp. “Right?”
His chuckle is dark and deep in my ear. “So you do listen to me sometimes.”
“I listen to you all the time,” I dig my fingers in his hair, yanking out the band he’s used to pull it back today. “Following the directions you give me? That’s a different story.”
The palm of his free hand snakes under my shirt, moving up along my stomach until it encounters the edge of my bra. Just when his fingers squeeze the satin and flesh rising above it, his doorbell rings.
“Trevor honey, it’s me.”
We jump apart, the intrusion scaring us to death.
“Son of a bitch,” Trevor groans as he leans his head back against the wall with a thud. “I’ll be right there, Mom!”
I giggle as he adjusts the front of his pants, bending down to get his crutches. His flat palm smacks the curve of my ass as I reach to get his right one, making me gasp.
“Remember how that felt, because when I can, I’m making you pay for that giggle.”
“I’ll be looking forward to it,” I wink, licking my lips as I strut over to open the door for his mom.
Two can definitely play at this game.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Tank
Sitting in waiting rooms of doctors’ offices has become my least favorite thing in the world, and today I’m all by myself. Blaze had to go and meet with her supervisor to get put back on rotation. She insisted on making sure she’s available for me whenever I need her, but I’m hoping after today, I can become much more self-sufficient.
That thought hits me in the gut, because I don’t necessarily want her to go. I like having her around, love waking up to her every morning, and look forward to the breakfast she always has waiting for me after I drag my ass out of bed. Running a hand through my hair, I realize how much I depend on her – not to take care of me – but to be my partner. What if she decides she’s done?
“Trevor, you can come on back.”
I didn’t even notice the nurse standing in front of me until she spoke. Blaze leaving my home, and possibly my life, is the scariest thing in the world for me right now. There is one thing I do know, and it’s after what happened with the gunman, I’ve got to be honest with her. No matter what happens here today, we’ll figure it out.
“How are you doing?” the nurse smiles at me as she holds the door open. I don’t miss the way her eyes rake down my body. Sounds egotistical, but I’m used to it and it doesn’t even affect me anymore. The only thing that affects me now are Blaze’s eyes running down my body, her hands touching my flesh. It’s enough to cause a reaction just thinking about it.