Until Trevor (Until, #2)(61)
“Do you have anything on under that?” I ask, looking her over. My eyes fall on her shoes; they are tall, with straps wrapping around her ankles, and a heel that I want to feel in my back later tonight.
“Yes, it’s made to look like you don’t have anything on under it.”
“I don’t know if I should let you out of the house looking like you do right now.”
“What?”
“Every man who sees you is going to be picturing you naked under it.”
“You’re the only one who gets to see me naked,” she smiles.
“Come here.”
“I’m right here,” she says, taking stuff from one bag and putting it into another, not even looking up at me.
“And I want you right here,” I tell her, leaning over the counter and grabbing her hand, dragging her over to me.
“What are you doing?”
“Seeing what you’ve got on under this thing,” I say, looking her over and seeing that the lace does have some kind of mesh under it that is the same exact tone as her skin.
“Are you happy now?” she laughs.
“Not yet; one more thing.” I pull the bottom of her dress up her thighs and over her ass.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to see what I will be getting later tonight.” I look at the nude-colored lace that sits under her belly button and shows off the cheeks of her ass.
“You’re getting your hand, buddy.” She pats my chest. “I’m staying at my mom’s tonight, remember?” Fuck, I forgot about that.
“Who made that stupid rule up?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugs, shimmying her dress back over her hips.
“You’re not leaving me tonight until I taste you; so you need to figure out how to make that happen, or your mom’s going to be pissed when I show up at her house, telling her that I need to eat her daughter’s * before I go to bed or else I can’t sleep.” I watch her cheeks turn bright pink as she glares at me.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, but wouldn’t I?” I smirk. I wouldn’t do that, exactly, but I would show up at her mom’s to get my nightly snack.
“Trevor.”
“Figure it out, babe.”
“I’m sure that you will be okay for one night,” she says, the pink in her cheeks getting darker, traveling along her neck.
“It’s mine. There is no reason for me to go without.” We both stare at each other; her eyes darken, her breathing picks up, and I know she wants it. “Do you have everything you need?” I ask, my voice sounding a little rougher than normal. I watch as she looks around, then presses her knees together. The movement is small, but so telling.
“Yeah, but will you carry my overnight bag for me? It’s still on the bed.”
“No problem. Why don’t you go wait in the car? I’ll be there in a minute. Matter of fact...” I say, swinging her up into my arms, making her scream. “I’ll just carry you out first. I don’t want you walking in the gravel in those shoes.” She runs her finger along my bottom lip like she always does, before relaxing into me as I carry her to the car. When we finally make it to the rehearsal dinner, we have an amazing time, surrounded by all the people who mean the most to us. We talk and share stories; both our moms put together a slideshow of each of us growing up, and even though I can see the sadness in Liz’s eyes in the pictures that were taken after her father’s passing, I can tell she never let it hold her back. And I promised myself that every day, I would try to make her smile. And no matter what happens she will know how much she is loved.
After the dinner, I take Liz with me out to my truck under the pretense of getting something she needs. Really, I’m getting something I need. I sit her on the passenger’s seat of my truck, her legs hanging out the door. I lift the bottom of her dress up over her hips and eat her *, while she bites into her hand so people won’t hear her screaming my name in the parking lot. Just when I finish with her, her mom shows up, saying it’s time to go. Liz hops out of my truck, promising to see me at the wedding. I press her into the side of my truck, kissing her enough to hold me over for the night.
When I get home and finally lay down, I realize that if God is good to me, I will never have to feel her side of the bed empty again.
*~*~*
“Can I have your attention?” We all look up when my dad starts to talk.
After I got up this morning, all my brothers showed up. I had no idea what Liz would be doing, but I sat around playing Call of Duty, laughing, and joking with my brothers until it was time to put on our suits. We headed out to Liz’s grandparents’ property that was now owned by a middle-aged couple who didn’t have any children. They were more than happy to let us borrow a piece of their property for the day that had meant so much to Liz and her mom.
When we arrived at the location—the part of the property that used to house a barn but had burnt to the ground years ago—that was now turned into a giant parking lot. Leading down to the location of the old weeping willow, was a path made up of small wooden posts with ribbon wrapped around them to help guide the way of our guests. There were three giant white tents set up off to the side; that would be where we had our reception later on in the evening. At the tree where we would be getting married, someone had gathered the branches of the weeping willow and tied lavender and mint-green ribbons around them, creating a space in the tree so we could stand inside and people could still see us. The old swing was painted white, the rope wrapped in gauze. The chairs for guests were set up outside of the tree, all white with lavender or mint bows tied around each one.