Chapter 21
T revor was going to fuck me to death. As he drove back inside of me my entire body shook against him. I found myself uncontrollably raking my nails down his back as he growled approvingly. He looked like a predator, braced over me, staring at my face intently.
He owned me entirely in this moment and I was relishing it. I wanted him to take me. I moved my hips against his, meeting him thrust for thrust, feeling his piercing grazing against my walls deep inside.
It sent electricity through my body and I couldn’t control the sounds coming out of my mouth. I was being loud and it was early in the morning in an apartment building but fuck if I cared.
“That’s it, baby. Take every inch of this cock inside that pussy and own it. Scream my name so my neighbors know who’s fucking you and making you feel this good.” He panted against my mouth before taking my lips in a searing kiss.
The mouth on this man.
I broke the kiss, practically screaming his name, my entire body trembling and shaking.
“Trevor, I’m going to come again,” I gasped as he drove into me harder, a drop of sweat falling off of his forehead onto my mouth.
I licked my lips, tasting the saltiness and he growled watching me. His hand found my throat and squeezed right.
“That’s fucking right you are.” He groaned, “Come all over your cock, Monica. This is your cock. Be a good girl and come for me.”
And I shattered again. Everything went white in my vision as my body convulsed, wrapping around him tight to hold onto something.
I felt him thrusting and tightening above me until he erupted inside of me deep, pulsing rhythmically, still gripping my neck.
“Fuck, Monica. Fuck.” He stared down at me when I blinked my eyes open. His blonde hair was in his eyes and he looked glorious and completely taken apart over me.
“Well,” I said, clearing my throat. “We still have really hot sex.” I reached up, running my fingers through his hair. “And you have an absolutely filthy mouth.”
He barked a laugh, gripping my wrist and turning my hand to kiss my palm.
“Fuck. I love you.” He said, laughing.
“I love you too, Trevor.” I smiled.
A few hours later, after I’d showered and left Trevor’s apartment, I was knocking on Becks’ door when she answered.
“You don’t look too good.” I stated, concerned. She was still in her pajamas and looked like she’d barely slept. I handed her the to-go cup of hot tea I’d picked up on the way.
“Come in.” She stated, avoiding eye contact. I watched as she took the cup, her hand trembling, and led the way into the house. She was making my concern grow by the minute.
“Becks? What the hell is the matter?” I asked, reaching out to grab my friend’s arm and stop her.
“Nothings really wrong, Mon. We just had an issue with Lacey—”
“Oh, for the love of God.” I put my iced coffee down on the wooden table in the middle of the living room, exasperated.
“What did she do now?” I asked, feeling my blood pressure rise.
“Lucas was coming downstairs to get me a glass of water in the kitchen around three this morning, and caught her letting Jackson in the back door.”
I stared at Becks completely stunned.
“What?!” I exclaimed.
“It’s not as bad as you think. Just let me get Lucas to help. We didn’t want to call you all in the middle of the night. He heard Jackson out and got onto them both pretty hard. Especially the fact that Jackson is nineteen and Lacey just turned seventeen. LUCAS!” she yelled towards the back of the house where their bedroom was. She still wouldn’t make eye contact and my stomach was clenching with trepidation.
I dropped to the couch, stunned, my hand meeting my forehead. I checked my phone. Nine a.m.
“You could’ve called sooner—”
“Mon.” Becks cut me off as Lucas walked into the room behind her seat. “It was the middle of the night and other than her trying to let him in to talk nothing horrific happened.”
I just stared at them both, still trying to come to terms with my oldest daughter’s behavior.
Lucas placed his tattooed arm along the back of the couch behind his wife and smiled reassuringly at me.
“Really, Monica. Just hear me out first.” His familiar voice was deep and comforting.
“Okay,” I said, “Hit me.”
“The kids told me they were just meeting to talk. And, Mon, I gotta tell you I believe them. Jackson always seemed to have his shit together. He was heavily involved in sports and got good grades in high school. He has even been trying to go to college. He said his father has been blackmailing him for information on Trevor. Trying to get him to use Lacey. He was coming to tell her that he kept refusing. His dad cut him loose last night. Disowned him for refusing to help or sell drugs for him.”
“That is disgusting!” I exclaimed, immediately furious with the man for treating his child like that.
First, he’d taken my first husband and Lacey’s dad from me, stealing precious years, now he was using my daughter and his son?
Lucas leaned in to speak softer.
“I’m gonna need you to stay calm. But he also said his father had some rather unflattering things to say about myself, Becks, and even Paul. Apparently he knew and was a big fan of fucking Larry.”
My entire body tensed at the name as I watched my best friend’s face pale. She turned as white as a sheet and wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, her actions when I’d gotten here made sense.
“I’m so sorry, Monica. I brought all this onto you guys and everything’s happened because of me—”
I waved my hand, cutting her off as Lucas tried to rub her back reassuringly.
“Becks. None of this is your fault. I told you that over a year ago and I’m telling you that now.” I met her eyes intently, willing her to believe me.
“I love you. You’re like the sister I never had. I would never blame you for this.”
“See, babe? That’s exactly what I told you she’d say.” Said the man beside her, gentler than I’d ever seen him. You could see the concern written all over his face as his eyes scanned his wife’s drawn and pale face.
“She didn’t sleep at all after all that and has been incredibly stressed. She made herself sick twice.”
“Becks!” I exclaimed, worriedly. I rose and came around to her other side, gripping her hand tightly.
“This isn’t your fault.” I repeated.
“I know. I’m just emotional and anxious and the pregnancy hormones—” her voice broke off tearfully.
I pulled her into a hug, worriedly meeting Lucas' gaze. This kind of stress couldn’t be good for her or the baby when she already has anxiety and PTSD.
Lucas picked up the hot tea, holding it carefully in his large tattooed hand, and pressed it into her, urging her to take small sips.
“It's decaf and sweet. Just the way you’ve been liking it.” I said, watching her. “You need to relax.”
I looked back at Lucas.
“So…what do we do now?” I asked.
“Well. It’s all heresy and he’s been flying under the radar since his last run in with us. Richard is tough. We can never pin anything on him. All we can really do is monitor him and his accomplices. I’ve set Jackson up somewhere safe for now. He’s gonna stay with Nick. Find a job. Try to get back into school and even the dorms with some financial aid since his dad is a dick. But I really think this is what’s been up with Lacey’s attitude. She’s been worried about Jackson, she lost Paul, she’s going into her senior year—”
“It makes sense. That’s a lot for anyone, let alone a seventeen-year-old. I just wish she’d come to me. She always talked to Paul when she was stressed though.” I said, nodding. “Jesus. It’s always something anymore.” I scrubbed my hands over my face. “I need to tell Trevor.” I whispered.
“I texted him. I was thinking about grilling tonight. Having all of you over anyway. We can all talk then. Have the kids entertain each other. He said it was good with him if it was okay with you.” Lucas suggested.
“I was gonna get Becks some breakfast and make her lay down and sleep a while. Take Nat to do something. Give her time to calm down and breathe.”
He still only had eyes for his wife, the concern palpable and radiating off of him. Becks still struggled to lean on anyone else for help when she felt like this.
Becks rolled her dark eyes at him as he narrowed his gray ones at her.
I smirked, “That all sounds perfect. Including getting this pregnant mama some sleep and food.” I stressed, glaring at my best friend.
“But I think you should stay with her and I should take Nat with the girls to the pool for the afternoon.” I added.
Lucas looked at me gratefully even as Becks started to argue.
“Shut up,” her husband and I both said together, cutting her off before she could fight us.
It was going to be a good day after all. I was de termined.