Until Trevor (Until, #2)(43)

“I know. But I told her that I couldn’t break up with you yet because you’re good in bed. Then I was going to tell her about the thing you do with your tongue when you’re going down on me, but you showed up.”

“Sorry to have ruined your shining moment,” he laughs.

“You should be sorry.” I push at his chest. “I was going to verbally kick her ass.”

“Poor baby.” He laughs harder, kissing the side of my neck.

“When we get home, I’ll rub your ego to make up for the interruption.”

“I’m sure you will,” I smile.

He grabs my face, holding it between his hands. “I love you. Don’t ever doubt that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“Do not make me cry in the middle of the bar, Trevor Earl Mayson.”

He looks up, his eyes bugging out. “Your mom told me,” I shrug.

“If you ever tell anyone my middle name, I will spank you.”

“Oh! So scary, Earl,” I laugh, ducking under his arm and running away from him. Before I can get too far, he has me up and over his shoulder. His hand lands on my ass with a loud smack, making me laugh harder. “You put me down right now, Ea—”

Before I can get the words out, I’m flipped, and his mouth is covering mine.

He pulls his mouth from mine, leaving me breathless. “Now, behave yourself.”

I smile up at him, and when I glance around the bar, I notice that Jen and her crew had been watching our little spectacle. I smirk at them and toss my hair over my shoulder. What I really want to do is yell ha ha he’s mine and stick out my tongue.

“Fine,” I say, walking back to the table, noticing that November is drinking cranberry juice.

“Hey, are you okay?” I ask her, looking down at the glass in front of her.

“Oh yeah. I’m fine. I just don’t feel like drinking.”

“You don’t feel like drinking?” I ask, surprised. She always drinks beer when we’re out, except when she was—

“We’re pregnant.” Asher says proudly, puffing out his chest.

“Oh my God! Congrats!” I hug November, and then stand to hug Asher. “When did you find out?”

“This morning.” Asher puts his arm around her, kissing her nose.

“When do you find out what you’re having?”

“Not for a few weeks,” November says, rubbing her belly.

“It’s a boy,” Asher says, his hand moving to her waist. Trevor starts laughing, along with Cash and Nico. “I made sure to do it on the right side,” Asher says deadpan, glaring at his brothers. I start laughing so hard that tears slide down my cheeks.

“We know, honey,” November says, patting Asher’s chest.

“Well, whatever it ends up being, congrats, guys. That’s awesome,” Trevor says, hugging November, and then patting his brother on the back. When Trevor looks at me, he smiles, making a knot form in my stomach. The look in his eyes says a lot more than I want to hear. I try to shake myself out of the feeling.

“That’s so exciting,” I cry, clapping my hands. “Let’s have a drink. I mean, you can’t drink because you’re, you know, but I—um—I’ll be back,” I sputter out, needing to get away from Trevor and the look on his face.

“Are you okay?” Nico asks, leaning on the bar next to me.

“Yeah,” I say, signaling the bartender. When she finally gets to me, I ask for a shot of tequila.

“Tequila?” Nico asks, his eyebrows drawn together.

“Yep.” I tip the shot back without salt or lime, then tap the glass, signaling for a refill. I start to lift it to my mouth, when it’s taken from my hand from over my shoulder, and given to Nico. “That’s mine.” I pout as Nico takes my shot.

“We’re going home,” Trevor says, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“No, I’m spending time with everyone.”

“You were, then you ran off; now we’re going home.”

“Can you not be a jerk?”

“We have plans tomorrow morning, so we need to leave anyways.”

“I can have Nico drop me off at home if you’re leaving,” I suggest.

“No, you can’t have Nico drop you off at home,” Nico says, laughing.

“Fine.” I walk back to the table, grabbing my purse. “I guess we’re leaving,” I tell November, who looks at my face, then at Trevor, and starts laughing.

“That’s fine. We need to leave as well,” November says, getting off her barstool. “But we will see you this weekend for the party, right?” she asks, looking at me, and I have no idea what she’s talking about.

“What party?” I ask, then look around when I notice that everyone has gotten quiet.

“Oh, it’s not a party; it’s a—um—Bar-B-Que,” Asher says, cutting in.

“We’ll be there,” Trevor says, glaring at everyone before pulling me out the door behind him.

“I didn’t know we were going to a Bar-B-Que this weekend,” I tell him, as he lifts me up into the truck and buckles me in.

“It slipped my mind,” he tells me, kissing my forehead.

“Oh,” I say, laying my head on his shoulder, relaxing into his side once he starts the truck. The tequila is making me feel all warm and fuzzy. I’m such a lightweight.