Until Trevor (Until, #2)(29)
“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?”
“Fuck 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.
Chapter 6
Liz
I don’t know why I was so mad at him for saying that about Jen, but I hate that word. I think what I'm really mad about is my brother’s phone call. This time, he didn’t call me; he called my mom to tell her that he wasn’t coming home before flying to Jamaica, but that he would meet us there. My mom now thinks that he is working undercover with the police. How he convinced her that he was doing that kind of work, I have no clue; but the look of pride of my mother’s face when she came into the shop to tell me that she had spoken with Tim had been gut wrenching.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” I look up into Trevor’s eyes and notice that he’s watching me closely.
“My brother called my mom.”
“That’s good, right?” I shake my head, biting my lip. Whatever is going on with Tim, I know now that it’s not good. It’s bad, really, really bad.
“He told my mom that he started working undercover for the police.”
“He what?” Trevor growls, “You need to tell your mom what’s going on. I understand why you didn’t want to before, but this is getting out of hand.”
“The wedding is this weekend. I can’t tell her now. When we get back, I’ll talk to her.” He shakes his head. “I don’t want her to be stressed about this right before her wedding.”
“If your brother shows up in Jamaica, I'm going to beat the shit out of him. Not only has he stolen money from you, now he’s playing your mom.”
“I know,” I whisper, not wanting to deal with this, but knowing that I have to. “When Mom gets back from her honeymoon, I will sit her down and talk to her about what’s going on.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Well, too bad; it’s not your choice. It has nothing to do with you.”
“Nothing to do with me?” His eyes narrow and I look away. “You are mine; that means that it has everything to do with me.”
I shrug. I know that it’s pointless to argue with him. In Trevor’s universe, he is right, I'm wrong, and there will be no convincing him any different. “Look at me, Liz.” His voice is quiet, so my eyes automatically go to his. “If something happens to you because of your brother, I will kill him. No joke. I will rip him apart with my bare hands.” I can feel my eyes widen; that is not what I expected him to say. “Like I said before, I don’t like this shit. And if something happens to you because you refuse to tell your mom, I'm going to spank your ass.”
My eyes narrow. “If you ever even think about spanking me, I'm going to beat the crap out of you, Trevor.”
His eyebrow rises. “You think you can take me?”
“No.” I shrug. “But I will give it my best shot.”
His smile is so devastating that it takes my breath. “When you’re giving it your best shot, are our clothes on or off?”
I roll my eyes. “Get off me, you perv.” I start to struggle to get up, but then I feel Trevor’s mouth open on my neck, and his hand travel down my side. His thumb brushes against my breast, then down to the hem of my shirt, and back up under. I feel the roughness of his palm against the softness of my waist. Oh my God, yes! My brain screams. I love him touching me. He sits back, pulling my shirt up and over my head; his eyes go to my black full-lace bra, then come back to mine.