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  The ride back to Evie and Hunter’s house is accomplished in complete silence. No one has to tell me that I’m the reason why. The deafening silence is actually worse than if anyone verbally berated me for my behavior. Trevor could at least turn on the radio, for crying out loud. Getting tipsy before noon is definitely not the biggest infraction I‘ve committed since I’ve known Evie, but right now it feels like it.

  “Thanks, Trev. Take care of her, will you?” Evie asks as she gets out of the vehicle in front of her house. My eyes are closed, but I’m not sleeping. Keeping them closed and letting her think I am is easier for the time being.

  “You know I will,” Trevor replies before driving off. “You can stop pretending now, Megan.”

  Opening my eyes, I lift my head from its resting position against the car window. Sighing, I look straight ahead saying nothing. I thought wine and cupcakes would make me feel better – mostly the wine – but like my mood, both have started to turn my stomach.

  Trevor is singing along to some 90’s R&B on the radio, and he actually sounds pretty damn good. The dark timbre of his voice is low and sexy as he does justice to LSG’s, My Body. And damn it if I’m not suddenly forgetting my foul mood and wanting ‘his body all over my body.’

  “What’s wrong? Is my singing bothering you?”

  Hell Yeah! But not in the way he means it. I glance at him from the corner of my eye and note his mischievous grin. Maybe that’s exactly how he meant it. Before I can respond, he’s parked at my apartment complex, and getting out of the vehicle.

  Gentleman that he is, Trevor opens my door for me, securing it behind me, before following me up the steps to my apartment. I look over my shoulder to ask him if he’s staying the night, to find his eyes glued to my ass. Question answered I open the apartment door, tossing my keys on a small table near the front door.

  I hear Trevor locking the door behind me before I feel his hands on my hips and his warm breath against my ear. “Now, tell me how much you want my body all over your body.”

  I can hear the smile in his voice. Bastard. He knew exactly how much his singing was bothering me. His smugness tempts me to play hard to get, but his lips against the nape of my neck convince me otherwise.

  A moan of pleasure escapes my lips as Trevor continues kissing my sensitive skin, causing delicate shivers down my spine. His large hands move from my waist, slipping up the front of my sweater, to cup my satin covered breasts. My nipples harden immediately, and a pang of burning desire shoots straight to my core. This man has had me waiting much longer than I’m used to. A few well-placed kisses and touches from his competent hands has me soaking wet within seconds.

  I must have closed my eyes because I don’t know how or when it happened, but we’re now in my bedroom, standing at the foot of my bed. Trevor turns me around in his arms, stopping to look in my eyes before he lowers his head to kiss me. His kiss is gentle and unhurried, while I’m feeling anything but. I’m wound so tight that I want to rip his clothes off and have my wicked way with him and release all this tension. If I weren't so afraid that he’d stop what he’s doing and make me wait even longer, I’d do just that. Instead, I settle for wrapping my arms around his neck and molding my body to his as we kiss.

  Our tongues are intertwining. Dipping. Diving. Tasting. One of Trevor’s hands makes its way up my back and into my hair, caressing my scalp, as our mouths continue exploring. This is the second time he’s pulled this move on me, and it’s still one of the sexiest things I’ve ever experienced while kissing, causing a small hum to course throughout my entire body.

  Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he lowers his hands to the hem of my sweater and begins lifting. I happily accommodate him by lifting my arms to help with the removal of the garment. Shivers of anticipation wash over me, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The glint in Trevor’s eyes lets me know that he noticed my reaction and is enjoying the way he affects me.

  My fingers are itching to remove his sweater as well, and it takes a lot of constraint on my part to keep my arms down by my sides. Instead of quickly disposing of my bra after removing my sweater, Trevor leans down, placing his face in the curve of my neck. I tense waiting for his kiss, but instead he takes a deep breath, inhaling my scent.

  “You smell delicious,” He whispers, placing the much-anticipated kiss against my throat and making his way up to my ear, nibbling on the lobe. I need to touch him. I need him to touch me!

  I don’t beg. I never beg, I silently remind myself.

  Just when I feel like I’m going to lose my restraint, his long fingers skim across my stomach, causing it to quiver. Trevor’s thumbs glide underneath the waistband of my panties as his hands slowly make their way around my waist and up my back to unhook my bra. His hands never leave my skin as he slides the bras straps slowly down my arms. Trevor drops the bra and takes a step back. His smoldering brown eyes caress my body.

  “Beautiful.”

  Trevor lowers to his knees and presses a kiss to my stomach. I press my palms into my thighs to keep myself from grasping his head and pushing him lower. I’m so turned on and wet with arousal that I’m sure that one lick from his masterful tongue will have me spiraling out of control.

  Trevor continues to kiss my belly, dipping his tongue into my navel.

  Please, please, please!

  I’m not sure if I’m begging for him to go faster, or slower because the anticipation is heady. I’m pretty sure I’m panting. My eyes are closed, and my toes are gripping onto the soft carpet, hands still pressed to my sides. I could swear I hear a soft chuckle, but I’m distracted by the feel of my panties being pulled gently down my legs.

  “Are you ready?”

  Oh yes. Please, yes!

  Trevor flashes a sexy smile, then uses his hand to guide me back onto the bed. I scoot back on the bed while he makes quick work of removing his clothes. I barely catch a glimpse of his muscular physique before Trevor’s climbing onto the bed, kneeling between my legs. Grasping my left foot, he raises my leg up to his mouth and kisses the inside of my ankle and repeats the same with the other leg. His hands smooth down my inner thighs, and his body follows until his mouth is hovering over my feminine jewel, his warm breath teasing me.

  I practically lift my hips to meet him as his mouth descends upon me, causing me to call out.

  “Oh, God!”

  Trevor slides his hands beneath me, cupping my ass, and pulling me closer to him, lavishing my clit with his circling tongue. Just as I predicted, my inner walls tighten almost immediately and explode into orgasm. Trevor continues to lap at my sensitive nub until I can’t take it any longer, and push his head away. This time, I’m positive I heard him chuckle, but before I can react, I hear the tell-tale sound of a foil packet being opened, and his weight is between my legs again.

  Trevor is over me, his face mere inches from mine, and his hard cock pressing against my womanhood. I can tell he wants to kiss me but isn’t sure if I’ll accept a kiss after he’s tasted me. Lifting my head, I nip at his full lower lip, and he immediately responds, kissing me back. I want him to lose control and take me the want I want to take him, but Trevor’s still cool and collected as he kisses me. The only evidence of his desire is the erection that he’s sliding between my nether lips and against my clit, mimicking the motions of lovemaking.

  His lack of response to me would have me more upset if I weren’t on the verge of cumming for the second time. My arousal is so thick that his cock is sliding against me with ease. The tightness in my pelvis is starting to build again. I want him inside of me so badly that I can hardly stand it. Lifting my hips, I ensure his penis slips inside me with the next thrust. It barely moves past my entrance before he quickly pulls back out. Pressing his shaft more firmly into my clit Trevor picks up the pace, and before I can stop him, stars are once again bursting behind my closed eyelids.

  I’ve cum twice, and yet, I don’t feel satisfied. If anything, I feel even antsier and irritated. Trevor kisses me softly on
the lips.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Trevor

  I know exactly what’s wrong. Megan’s sexually frustrated.

  Yeah, she’s had multiple orgasms, but she’s not getting what she craves. Me. This is exactly how I planned it, and whether she knows it or not, it’s been killing me. I’ve wanted nothing more than to bury myself deep inside of her since we made this ridiculous bet, but I had to make her want me just as bad.

  If I didn’t think Megan would literally slit my throat, I’d stop right now and leave her hanging. Yeah, I’d suffer tremendously too, but it would almost be worth it if it would make her beg for it. Luckily, for the both of us, I’m not ready to die today.

  Megan hasn’t responded to my question, and I’m not going to force her to. Instead, I press the tip into her and watch as her eyes reignite with lust, and her mouth makes a soft ‘O.’ Gritting my teeth, I push into her tight, warm, passage.

  “Shit.” I can’t control the groan of pleasure as finally, I hit home. She fits me like a glove. And the soft skin of her inner thighs wrapping around me is like heaven. I want to take it slow, as I have been so far, but all restraint is lost when I feel her nails dig into my back. Thrusting my hips between her thighs, I begin to piston in and out like a mad man.

  Megan’s breasts are bouncing with each thrust, the rose-tipped nipples calling to me. I’ve forgotten my carefully laid plans to ensure Megan’s pleasure first, but when I grasp one of her nipples between my teeth as I continue to pump, I feel her inner walls tighten around me signaling her release, and I can’t control my own any longer, following close behind.

  That was fucking amazing.

  Mindful not to crush her with my weight, supported precariously by jello-arms, I slowly extract myself from her and fall onto my back, beside her. Rolling off the bed, I go dispose of the condom in the bathroom.

  “Are you hungry?” I ask as I walk back into the adjoining bedroom.

  Megan’s lying on her side facing me, a small smile on her face and she’s snoring lightly. I almost laugh out loud.

  Damn if I didn’t put her ass to sleep!

  Locating my discarded underwear near the foot of the bed, I pull them on, and head to the kitchen. It’s lunch time, and I’m ravenous. Opening the fridge, I notice that it’s jam packed full of goodies. No doubt that’s Gina’s doing. From what I hear, Megan can’t boil water.

  With all the makings of a B.L.T. now laid out on the counter, I get to work. Just as I’m finishing up the bacon, soft hands slide around my waist, and I feel a smiling face presses against my back. My abs dance under Megan’s fingertips as she smooths her hands down them, and into the waistband of my boxer-briefs.

  “I’m famished,” she breathes against my back. I turn to face her, holding her in a loose embrace. She looks sexy in my t-shirt, with her long red mane all tousled.

  “For me, or the food?”

  “Both.” She runs her finger lightly down my chest, smiling seductively. “But I’ll take the food first.” Chuckling, I turn away from her and finish making our sandwiches.

  “Only a couple more days till Christmas,” I say, thinking out loud.

  “I know. The time is flying. I hope our photographer friend has those pictures ready in time to give to Granny Mabel for Christmas.”

  “Oh, for sure. Emily is a co-worker of Evie’s who dabbles in photography on the side. She promised her she’d have them done in time.”

  “So you know this Emily chick?” she asks. I’m pretty sure that’s curiosity and not jealousy, I hear in her voice.

  “Not really. I’m just relaying what Evie told me. Here, try this.” I place a plate in front of her with the B.L.T., potato chips, and a sweet and spicy pickle on it. “Bon a petit.”

  Megan takes a bite out of the sandwich, closes her eyes, and moans with pleasure. “Is this Applewood smoked bacon, and avocado on here?”

  “You like it?”

  “I love it. You took something already delicious, yet simple, and made it even better. I’m impressed.”

  “Thanks. I aim to please.” I grab my plate and join her at the kitchen table. “So how come you can’t… I mean, don’t cook?” Megan laughs.

  “No, you had it right the first time. For someone who loves to eat good food, I can’t cook worth a damn. I’ve tried, I just don’t have the patience for it. Blame it on my ADD, baby.” She says, singing the last part. “But, I appreciate it when others cook for me.

  The smile on her face lets me know she’s serious. I guess that’s her way of thanking me, but I have a different kind of thanks in mind, one that involves removing my shirt from her voluptuous body. Megan finishes the last bite of her food and looks up at me.

  “Aren’t you going to eat?”

  “Yep.”

  I get up from the table, pick her up, toss her over my shoulder, and carry her to the bedroom.

  **********

  Two days later

  “Can I ask you something?” Megan’s head is resting on my chest, as she absently strokes my stomach with her delicate fingertips.

  We’ve done nothing but, taste, touch and explore each other’s bodies, sometimes leisurely, and other times like we were in a drunken frenzy, for the last forty-eight hours. I think that there was a time during the last two days when Gina stopped by to get some clean clothes and Megan literally pushed a wadded ball of clothes at her through the small space she allowed, when she cracked open the front door.

  “What’s on your mind?”

  “Did you always know that Hunter was McKinley’s father?” My body tenses beneath her, and I know she feels it because she lifts her head, looks at me, and quickly backtracks. “I know it’s none of my business. I was just curious.”

  This definitely isn’t the topic I was thinking, or hoping, she would ask me about. Is she really curious about what I knew, or is she trying to figure out what kind of man would keep that kind of a secret from his best friend?

  Before I can answer her, she adds, “It just seemed weird to me. You always came off as this overprotective older brother, and Evie had that huge secret that you were completely in the dark about. I can’t fathom it.”

  “Fathom, huh? Alright Ms. Kane,” I tease, addressing her like a student would a teacher. I scoot up, resting my back against the headboard with a mountain of pillows behind me. I pull her up to me and place her head back on my chest.

  “You’re right. I can be overprotective. So, yeah, I knew McKinley was Crystal’s baby and not Evie’s. Of course, I knew, but I didn’t know McKinley was Hunter’s child. How could I even fathom such a thing?” I say, using her word against her. “But seriously, all joking aside. Anyone with eyes could see that Hunter had been in love with Evie since the first day he met her. So the idea that he could be McKinley’s father never even crossed my mind. I don’t know if Evie ever talked to you about our half-sister, Crystal, but she was a wild and promiscuous young girl. Honestly, anyone could have been the father. I never gave it much thought. All I knew was that Crystal’s last wishes were for Evie take her baby and raise her as her own.”

  Megan turns her head and places a kiss on my chest. “Evie and Hunter had fallen out seven months before Crystal’s accident, so I guess it makes sense that you didn’t correlate the two,” she mutters as if she’s thinking out loud.

  “Does it even matter?” I ask her.

  “No, I guess not.” That’s not really an answer, but I’m ready to change the subject.

  “Good, because I’ve got some questions of my own…” My phone rings, cutting me off. I think about ignoring it, but I recognize the unique ringtone, and I know that’s not an option. “Just a sec I have to get this.”

  Not waiting for Megan’s response I grab the phone off her nightstand and quickly step out of the room to take the call.

  “Lieutenant Woods?”

  “Speaking…”

  Ending the call after a brief two-minute conversation, I head back into the roo
m to an anxious Megan.

  “Is everything alright?”

  “It’s fine, baby girl,” I lie with a convincing smile. Slowly crawling up her body, stopping every now and then to place random kisses on her creamy skin, I make my way up to her mouth. She chuckles softly, but when I look into her eyes, I see her need for me shining in them. Reaching my destination, I raise one hand to cup the side of her smiling face, before kissing her already swollen, red lips.

  “Tell me I won,” I murmur between kisses.

  “What?!” she demands incredulously. “That’s what you wanted to ask me?”

  Shit. That’s not how I meant for that to come out, but it’s out now, and I need an answer. This is about more than me winning some stupid bet.

  “Come on, Megan. You know I won,” I press her, kissing the side of her neck. I hear her sigh, and it sounds like resignation, mixed with desire. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips as I move to nibble her ear.

  “Fine. You won,” Megan says, the last part barely above a whisper. Usually, I’d make her repeat it, just for fun, but right now time is of the essence. “What is it that you want?”

  And there it is. The words I was hoping she would ask me.

  “You.”

  Her green eyes flare wide with surprise. She opens her mouth to say something, then snaps it shut again. I watch as a myriad of emotions crosses her features. She’s quiet for a while, until finally, her mouth begins to form the one word that could change everything.

  “No.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Megan

  I panicked.

  The ‘no’ just popped out of my mouth before I could stop it. I needed space. Time to think. I needed Trevor to stop looking at me like I just strangled a kitten.