Until Trevor (Until, #2)(25)

“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.



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"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.