Until Trevor (Until, #2)(23)
“Well, are you ready to go home?” I ask her, patting my thighs and making her more excited.
“Here ya go, darlin’,” Mabel says, handing over the leash. I feel like my face is going to split, I'm so happy. Trevor bends down, holding both sides of Lolly’s face.
“Alright, girl, you ready to go?” Her front paws come off the ground, landing on his thighs, her tongue trying to reach his face. “I take that as a yes,” he says with a grin, standing.
“If y’all have any questions, don’t be afraid to call us,” Mabel says, waving at us when we walk away. Once we get outside, Trevor lets down the gate of the truck.
“Is that safe?” I ask, not really feeling comfortable with Lolly riding in the open back of the truck where she can jump out.
Lolly jumps up like she has done it every day of her life. And who knows? She might have. Trevor slams the gate, walks to the passenger side, and opens the door for me to get in. Before I know what’s happening, he has me by the waist, and is lifting me into the cab like I weigh nothing at all. Once I'm seated, he grabs the back of my neck, pulling my upper body forward so his mouth can reach mine. I love kissing him. He always has this taste, almost like cinnamon, but not as spicy. He smells that way too, along with something a little darker.
“Yum,” I whisper, when his mouth leaves mine. He smiles, kissing me again; this time it’s just a peck.
“Alright, baby, let’s get to the store so I can get you girls home and find something to cook for dinner.”
“Alrighty,” I mumble, clicking my seatbelt in place. Once Trevor is behind the wheel, he starts up the truck and begins to back out of our parking space. He then stops, puts it in park, unclicks my seatbelt, grabs the waist of my jeans, pulls me into the middle of the cab of the truck, pulls the seatbelt around me, puts the truck back in reverse, and finishes backing us out of the space, and out the parking lot. “If it was bothering you so much, you could have asked me to sit in the middle, instead of manhandling me.”
“I didn’t know you sitting over there bothered me, until you were sitting over there,” he says with a shrug. I shake my head, knowing there is no point in arguing. “What do you want for dinner?” This is such a normal question between people who are seeing each other, that I didn’t know how to answer him. “We can pick something up, or when we get home, I can throw some steaks on the grill.”
“Let’s just pick something up.”
“Sure,” he replies, pulling me into his side. And that’s when I know that we are really starting something beautiful.
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“Please,” I mumble. We have been doing this same thing every day for the last couple of weeks. I’m ready to kill Trevor; I’m not sure if there’s such a thing as blue balls for women, but if it’s possible, I have a horrible case of them.
“We have to stop, baby,” he grumbles, rolling to his back, his arm going over his eyes. I can’t take it anymore. I'm in actual pain; even though he has explained it more than once, I do not understand for one second why he keeps putting off us sleeping together. I roll out of bed, run to the bathroom, and slam the door. I feel bad; I know that every time he turns me down, he’s hurting himself as well. It was endearing for the first week; now I'm starting to feel like he doesn’t want me like I want him. How would any woman feel if the guy who is known around town for being a male slut-bag kept saying no every time her hands started moving towards his X-rated body parts? I turn on the shower and jump in before the water even gets hot; the freezing cold water beating down on me helps get my body back under control. “How much longer can I do this?” I whisper, leaning my head against the tile behind me.
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-* 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 * 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.