Until Trevor (Until, #2)(42)
“You about ready?” Trevor says, coming up behind me, dragging me out of my thoughts. He has on a black, long-sleeved t-shirt, with his dark jeans and work boots. We’re meeting up with everyone at the bar to play a few games of pool. November and Asher are even meeting us there. Asher’s parents, Susan and James, are watching July for the night so that we can all hang out.
“Yeah, just give me, like, fifteen minutes. I need to get my clothes on.” His arms wrap around me, his mouth nuzzling my neck.
“Tomorrow, I’m taking you somewhere,” he says against the skin of my neck. I tilt my head, giving him more room, my eyes closing against the feeling his mouth creates.
“Where?” I breathe deep, trying to prevent the moan from climbing up my throat.
“You’ll see when we get there.” He smiles, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. He looks so happy that I wonder what he’s up to. “Now, let’s go before I pull down those tiny shorts you’ve got on, and slide into your *, making you watch in the mirror while I f*ck you.” I bite my lip, thinking that I wouldn’t mind at all if he wanted to do that. In fact, I would be perfectly happy with that option. He starts laughing, his fingers digging into my hips. “Later, I’m going to f*ck you right here. I will be hard all night thinking about the things I’m going to do to you while you watch.” He turns me around, taking my hand and placing it over his very hard, very large erection that is pushing the limits of his zipper. My breathing picks up. I can feel the rapid pulse in my clit. “Later,” he says against my mouth, before I feel his tongue against mine. The kiss is so hot that I don’t want to go anywhere; I want him now. He takes my arms from around his neck, kisses my forehead, and leaves the bathroom. “Come on, baby. We gotta go; get a move on,” he yells from somewhere in the house.
“Hold your horses; I’m coming!” I yell back, going into the bedroom to pull on my jeans and a cardigan. All the while, thinking about where he may be taking me tomorrow.
*~*~*
“Oh, look who it is,” Jen says, with Britney and Cindy standing on each side of her. I ignore them and walk to the sink to wash my hands. “Look I'm going to be a friend an—”
“Oh, great.” I roll my eyes, cutting her off before she can say anything else. I look at the three of them in the mirror, my eyes landing on Jen. “I had a feeling we couldn’t just skip this part.” I look over my shoulder at all three of the girls standing there. “I knew this was coming at some point tonight; I just didn’t know when,” I say. Since we got to the bar, Jen has been trying to get Trevor’s attention. She took off her sweater, leaving her in a white tank top and a very-apparent red lace bra. She walked by the table a few times, and then tried flirting with Cash. This didn’t work, I guess. Cash has been seeing some girl he met when he and Trevor went to Alabama. He has been spending most of his free time there with her. Then she tried to talk to Nico, who promptly told her that he didn’t want to f*ck her, so she should move on. Now, this. I knew it was coming; I just didn’t know when.
“What are you talking about?” Jen asks, looking confused.
“You know, the part that’s in every movie and every book ever written; the one where you tell me that Trevor doesn’t care about me, and is only using me for sex…blah, blah, blah.” I narrow my eyes at her.
“It’s true; he doesn’t care about you.” She flips her long red hair over her shoulder. “I'm just trying to save you the heartache.” She pouts out her bottom lip.
“Awww, that so sweet. But I think I’ll stick around for a while. I mean, Lord, the things that man can do in bed are mind blowing. There’s this trick he does, when he’s going to—”
“You bitch! Stay away from him,” Jen yells, taking a step towards me.
“You should tell Trevor to stay away from me,” I smirk. I know she has tried to do that before and got shut down in front of all of her friends. I hate when women act desperate when it comes to men who don’t want them. Sadly, Jen is beautiful and could probably get any man she wanted if she wasn’t a whack job, as Trevor so eloquently put it.
“I'm telling—”
“You okay, baby?” Trevor asks, sticking his head into the bathroom. Nico pushes the door open all the way, stepping inside.
“Fuck yeah! Party in the bathroom!” Nico yells, making me laugh. I look at Jen, who is trying to kill me with her eyes. Trevor leans in, grabbing my hand pulling me out into the hall, where he presses me against the wall, trapping me with his weight.
“You good?” he asks, leaning in so that his mouth is next to my ear. I can’t focus when his body is pressed so tightly against mine.
“I’m okay,” I tell him, looking over his shoulder at Jen, who is walking out of the bathroom. Her eyes meet mine, and I know she’s not done with whatever evil plan she’s cooking up. “You’re right; she is a bitch,” I tell Trevor, making him laugh.
“If she f*cks with you again, tell me. I knew she was up to something when I saw her and her posse walking into the bathroom after you left the table.”
“She said she wanted to give me some friendly advice, and that I should stay away from you,” I tell him matter-of-factly.
“That was nice of her.” Trevor smiles.