24. Trevor
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
TREVOR
W illa groans next to me, waking me enough to peek blurry eyes over to the alarm clock on the nightstand.
I carried her to bed after we fell asleep on the couch a few hours ago.
It’s about time for the nightmare, so I tuck her into my side, rubbing her back to soothe her.
She moans again and plants one leg over mine, wedging my knee between her thighs.
I try to adjust to a friendlier position, despite the twitching in my boxers.
While I really don’t mind having her up close like this, I know she doesn’t feel the same way…
when she’s awake. She clamps her legs tighter, but it takes another moan and gentle hip rocking before my dick springs into action.
I realize what’s happening a split second later.
“Willa,” I whisper, trying to wake her.
“Mmm, that feels so good.” Her breathing turns ragged the longer we lie like this.
“Willa, you gotta wake up.” I look down at her face. Her lower lip sits trapped between her teeth, and all it takes is a little giggle from her before I’m doing some moaning of my own. This is torturous. As much as I enjoy being used as her personal sex pole, I have to get out of here.
“Trev, you’re so good to me,” she whispers, rubbing against my knee with a languid rhythm that adds to my internal battle. She’s not just having a wet dream on me; she’s having a wet dream about me. How am I not supposed to be turned on by that?
Still, I want her to want me while she’s conscious. Peeling her arms off me, I begrudgingly pluck my thigh from between hers. I kneel on the floor next to the bed and shake her again.
Willa wakes mid-moan, blinking a few times before seeing my face. “ Oh . My . God .”
“Hey, it’s okay…”
Shooting out of bed, she scrambles to the other side of the room. “ Ohmygod !”
I stand and take a step toward her. “Willa, it’s oka?—”
“No! No !” She braces the air with her palms. “Y-you stay right there!” Skirting around the edge of her darkened bedroom, she slinks toward the connected bathroom.
“I’m—I have to go.” The door closes, and I hear the faintest protest on the other side.
Everything happened in such a whirlwind, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do next.
The only thing I know is that it would be an absolutely terrible idea to climb back into that bed with the semi I’m sporting.
I grab my phone and charger, shaking my head all the way to the couch.
With only a few hours before I need to get up for my flight, I highly doubt I’ll be able to sleep—especially after that interaction.
After the sun comes up, I’m finishing a cup of coffee, staring at the struggling plant in the kitchen window.
It looks like it’s supposed to have flowers, but all that’s there are wilted leaves and squishy roots.
From the corner of my eye, I watch Willa tiptoe down the hallway, fully dressed.
She takes one look at me, hangs her head, and shuffles across the hardwood.
Wordlessly, I slide her full travel mug across the counter.
Her eyes slowly make their way to mine, and I jut my tongue into my cheek, trying not to laugh.
“I’m completely mortified,” she groans, covering her face.
“Don’t be. It happens to the best of us.”
“Yeah, okay ,” she scoffs.
“Did it help with your stress, at least?” If I press my tongue any harder, I’ll leave a bruise. She glares at the snort I can’t hold in anymore.
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“I am,” I say, walking my mug to the dishwasher.
When I turn around, she’s leaning against the counter, her face set in a scowl, arms crossed tightly in a way that would have scared me off before.
Right now, though, the only thing I’m worried about is the utter need sparking inside me.
I want her so fucking bad, and according to somewhere deep down in her psyche, she wants me too.
Placing my hands on either side of the countertop behind her, I cage her in.
Her quickened breath fans over my face, eyes fluttering when I lean closer.
Licking my lips wasn’t a planned thing—but she wets hers in response—and I can’t help but smirk at her reacting to me in this way.
Can’t get her moaning my name out of my mind either.
Knowing I might have the slightest spot in hers has me firing on all cylinders.
“This has been fun…but last night was better,” I whisper, dipping my head so we’re eye level.
The suppressed gurgling from her throat when I wink at her is satisfaction enough.
I grab my keys from the counter behind her and smile, our lips a whisper apart.
“I have to catch my flight, Gem. Be back on Friday.”
She squeaks in response, frozen in place as I step away. I take one last look over my shoulder, grab my bags, and head out the door. As I trek across the courtyard, she’s the only thing on my mind.
I head straight into work after landing in San Francisco, unlocking the door to my office right as the clock strikes nine.
Tucking my bags in the corner, I boot up my computer to see what kind of mess my associates have gotten themselves into over the holiday.
Skirting over the seasonal newsletter from corporate and ignoring the email from Marla at the top of my inbox isn’t my best move, but with it being a Tuesday, I have less time to catch up on work this week.
I’ll read all that nonsense after I’ve worked through my review pile.
I’m elbow deep in partially completed sales proposals, ready to pull my entire team from the field for a week of clerical hand-holding when my phone lights up.
Willa
Thanks for cleaning up.
Me
Tell me, did I clean up in your dream too? Is that a thing for you?
Willa
Don’t push it, Eagle Scout.
Me
My bad, JIM.
Willa
You’re never gonna let me live that one down, are you?
Me
You started it
Hey, what’s that plant in your kitchen?
Willa
An orchid Sam sent for my birthday. Her name’s Clittercunt, and she’s a petty bitch. Pretty sure she gave up the ghost.
“Look at you, grinning like a fool.” Chase leans against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, smiling wide. “So, I take it things with Willa are going well? ”
I chuckle. “I guess you could say that. We’re more friends than we were before.”
“Let me get this straight. You’re having weekend sleepovers with the woman you’ve been pining over for years, and you’re just friends?” His head tilts as he walks to my desk. “You’re not trying to take things further?”
“It’s kind of hard to do that when she’s busy growing fingers and toes.”
“But you want more?”
I nod. “The more time I spend with her, the harder it is for me to catch flights back here.”
“So don’t.”
I blink at him, not fully grasping what he means.
“Trev, why fly back here every week when you can transfer to the LA office?”
“Because this is my home base. We make a good team.”
“Team aside, you’ve outgrown this place, man.” He nudges my shoulder. “What were you going to do once the baby comes?”
“I…haven’t thought that far ahead yet, I guess.”
“Look, you’re one of my best friends, and we’ll miss you around here, but you have bigger and better things waiting for you on the horizon. What are you doing?”
I look back to my computer, seeing the slog of work in my inbox for what it is: a distraction.
This place, this city, it’s not where I need to be anymore.
Not where I want to be, and honestly, I felt the call for something else long before Willa and the baby.
This is where I live, but it’s not home.
“You make some good points. But how are you going to distract me from work if I’m all the way in LA? ”
“I’m sure I’ll find a way.” He laughs, checking his watch. “Speaking of work, I have to go razz my team. They’re so bad at these proposals.”
“ So bad .” I shake my head. “It wasn’t even this bad our first year. You sure you wanna push me to LA right now?”
Chase laughs and knocks my fist with his. “They’ll get there. They just need a little more training. Now stop deflecting and go start your transfer paperwork with HR.”
“Oh, hey. How’s Kayla?”
“She’s good. The babies are great. HR, man. Go, before you talk yourself out of it.” He stands there, staring with anticipation until I get out of my office chair, then follows me out of the room.