10. Trevor
Chapter 10
Trevor
I can feel the electricity building between us as we sit across from each other on the bow of the boat, the gentle sway of the water adding to the intimate atmosphere. Brooke and I have just finished a delicious dinner, prepared by my own two hands, which is rare considering my busy schedule at the hospital and lack of culinary experience.
The setting sun casts a warm glow over her delicate features, enhancing her beauty that I admire. Her long red hair, cascading over her shoulders, shimmers in the fading light, and her bright green eyes sparkle with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. I know this moment is significant for us, and I want to make it perfect.
Brooke is a mystery to most, but here, with me, she is simply Brooke, a woman I am determined to get to know on a deeper level if she’ll let me. Our friendship has only been blooming for a few days, but tonight, I intend to take it further. I just hope we’re on the same page about that.
I watch as she toys with her wine glass, her slender fingers nervously tracing the stem. Her voice includes a shy smile that makes my heart skip a beat. Damn, she’s sexy as fuck and I’m sure she doesn’t even know it .
Leaning forward, I reach out and gently grasp the nape of her neck, my thumb brushing against her soft skin. I feel her tense for a fleeting moment before she relaxes into my touch, her eyes closing briefly as if surrendering to the sensation.
Our lips meet in a kiss that starts softly, a mere brush of lips, but it quickly escalates into something more urgent…more powerful. Her lips are warm and inviting, and I savor the taste of her, a mix of wine and desire. Brooke's fingers entwine in my hair, her touch sending shivers down my spine. I have kissed my fair share of women in my days, but this kiss feels different, more profound. It’s as if our souls are connecting through this simple act of passion.
Pulling away is difficult, but the need for air becomes pressing. We part, both breathless, our foreheads touching as we try to regain our composure.“Brooke, this is me about to not be chivalrous. Tell me to stop now if you don’t want this.”
"Trevor,"she whispers, her voice husky and full of want."I... I want this, but I'm scared of what’s next."
I understand her fears; after all, I have my own demons from past relationships, but something about Brooke makes me want to show her that she can trust me with her heart.
Drawing her closer, I whisper,"You're safe with me, Brooke. Always."My voice, usually confident and steady, cracks slightly, revealing my own vulnerability.
With that, she seems to let go of her inhibitions. Her hands move to my shirt, deftly unbuttoning it, her touch sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I help her slide the shirt off my shoulders. Her fingers traced the contours of my muscles, and I suck in a sharp breath at the sensation. Her touch feels like fire, and I want more.
I need to worship her body and show her how much I want her. My hands glide down her sides, resting momentarily on her waist before moving upwards to cup her ample breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. I feel her nipples harden under my touch, and a soft moan escapes her lips, encouraging me to keep going.
"Let's take this into the bedroom,"I suggest, my voice hoarse with desire. I stand, lifting her into my arms as she giggles, a playful sparkle in her eyes. The stateroom is only a few steps away, but I’m relishing the feel of her body pressed against mine.
Entering the room, I kick the door shut with my foot, never breaking our intense eye contact. I lay her down on the bed, my eyes never leaving hers as I loosen the tie at the back of her dress, letting it fall open to reveal her lacy black bra and the smooth skin of her stomach. I lower myself over her, my lips seeking hers once more.
Our lips meet again, the intensity of our kiss fueled by our growing need that has been building between us all evening. My lips travel eagerly over her body, exploring every curve and crevice with fervent desire. I reach behind her back to unclasp her bra, revealing her perfect breasts that beg to be touched, sucked, and worshiped. I take one hardened peak into my mouth, sucking gently and eliciting a gasp from Brooke's lips. She arches off the bed, her hands gripping my shoulders as she loses herself in the pleasure I so desperately want to give her.
"Trevor, please,"she pleads, her voice thick with desire."I need you." I want to keep teasing her, to prolong this moment of anticipation, but my own body is just as eager as hers.
I trail kisses down her body, stopping to worship each of her sensitive spots with my lips and tongue. Her intoxicating scent of perfume and pure woman fills my senses and drives me insane.
With Brooke guiding me, I slip off her lacy panties, my fingers brushing against her slick wetness as she lifts her hips to help me remove the last barrier between us. I position myself between her thighs, feeling my throbbing cock pulse against her slick entrance when she stops me .
“Just so you know, it’s been years since I’ve been with anyone, and I just had my annual visit a few weeks ago and I’m clean and on birth control.”
Fuck ! I completely forgot about using a condom. “We’re tested constantly at the hospital, and it’s been some time since I’ve been with anyone, too, but I’m sure I can find a condom if that would make you feel better.”
She shakes her head, “No. I want to feel you…all of you.”
“Are you sure?” Shit, she’s amazing. “I’ve never not used one before.” And that’s the truth…even all those years with Vivian. I suppose deep inside, I never really trusted her.
She gives me a small smile and looks away almost in embarrassment, “Me either.”
"Look at me, Brooke,"I whisper hoarsely, almost unable to control my own urges.
She opens her emerald eyes and the vulnerability and desire that I see there almost undoes me. "I want to see your face when I claim you as mine."
With one smooth motion, I thrust into her, filling her completely as she cries out in pleasure and adjusts to the sensation. We pause for a moment to savor the feeling before I begin to move slowly at first, then building a steady rhythm that has us moving together in unison. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer and urging me deeper inside her. As we lose ourselves in each other's embrace, we rock together on the gently swaying boat. Every touch and movement is amplified by the rocking motion of the boat.
"Harder, Trevor,"she pants, her fingernails digging into my back in a delicious mix of pleasure and pain."Please, don't hold back."
Her words serve as fuel to my desire, and I comply, driving into her with more force, our bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm. I feel her tightening around me, her inner walls gripping my cock like a vice as she reaches her climax, pulsating and milking me for all I’m worth. Her cries of pleasure fill the small room, pushing me closer to the edge, and I can’t hold back any longer even though I want to pull another orgasm out of her.
"Fuck, Brooke,"I groan, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. But I can't resist any longer and with two final thrusts, I spill into her with an intensity that leaves us both breathless.
We lay entangled in each other's arms, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat. A rush of emotions overwhelms me as I realize the intimacy we've shared tonight. It's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. I brush a stray hair from her face and gaze down at her with a mixture of satisfaction and awe. "You're incredible, Brooke. I hope you know that."I whisper, my lips gently brushing against hers.
She smiles up at me, her eyes sparkling with newfound confidence."So are you, Trevor."
As I hold her close, I know that this night is just the beginning of something truly special between us. Brooke has awakened a passion within me that I can't ignore or deny any longer…and I don’t want to.
Afterward, as we lay tangled in the sheets, Brooke traces lazy patterns on my chest, and I find myself memorizing every freckle on her shoulder.
"What are you thinking?" she asks, her voice husky.
I hesitate, unsure how to put these new feelings into words. "I'm thinking... I've never felt anything like this before for someone."
She props herself up on an elbow, studying my face. "Like what?"
"This connection we have. At least for me, it's more than just physical. It's like..." I search for the right words, my heart pounding. "It's like you see me. The real me and I want to show you the world. "
A slow smile spreads across her face, making my breath catch. "I do see you, Trevor, and I like what I see…very much."
I pull her close, pressing a kiss on her forehead. This feeling, this intensity – it's unfamiliar territory for me. Part of me wants to run, to protect myself from the vulnerability, but a larger part wants to dive in headfirst, consequences be damned.
"You're something special, Brooke," I whisper, meaning every word. She snuggles closer, fitting perfectly against me.
As we drift off to sleep, I can't shake the feeling that my life has irrevocably changed for the better. Despite the fear niggling at the edges of my mind, I find myself looking forward to wherever this journey with Brooke might lead.
The gentle lapping of waves against the hull rouses me from sleep. I blink, momentarily disoriented in the early morning light, before memories of last night and who is lying next to me flood back. A smile tugs at my lips as I carefully extricate myself from Brooke's embrace after kissing her forehead, not wanting to wake her just yet. It’s still too early to get up for work, so I decide I want to make her breakfast and extend her stay here for as long as possible. Eventually the real world will invade our little moment of paradise, but not yet.
In the galley, I rummage through the small fridge, pulling out eggs and bacon I thankfully had purchased yesterday when shopping for the ingredients for dinner. The sizzle of meat hitting the pan fills the air as I work, my mind drifting back to Brooke and last night.
I want more of her…her time, her smile, her laughter…just more of her, but I don’t want to scare her off, eith er. Going through my schedule in my head, making plans on how to see her again…if she still wants to see me again…I accidently break the yoke on the egg and instead of eggs over easy, we’re now having scrambled eggs. Last night’s cooking escapade was an anomaly. This is how I usually cook…by accident.
"Something smells amazing," her sleepy voice startles me.
I turn, drinking in the sight of her wearing my shirt from last night, hair tousled from sleep and I’m instantly hard and want to drag her back into bed. "Good morning, beautiful. I hope you're hungry."
She pads over, peeking around my shoulder. "Starving, actually. Someone wore me out last night. Need any help?"
I kiss her on the forehead. "Nah, I've got this. Why don't you grab some coffee? Mugs are in the cabinet above the sink."
As we move around each other in the tight space, I can't help but marvel at how natural this feels. Like we've done this a hundred times before.
"So," I begin, plating up our breakfast, "any big plans for the day?"
Brooke takes a sip of coffee, her eyes meeting mine over the rim. "Nothing set in stone other than work. You?"
I settle across from her at the small table where we had dinner only last night. "I should probably check in at the hospital, see what my schedule looks like for the week."
A flicker of something – disappointment? – crosses her face before she smiles. "Of course. Duty calls, right?"
I reach across the table, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "Hey, I had an amazing time with you, and I'd really like to see you again as soon as possible, if you're up for it."
Her fingers intertwine with mine, sending a jolt through my system. "I'd like that too, Trevor. A lot."
"Yeah?" I can't keep the grin off my face. "Fair warning though, my schedule can be pretty unpredictable. Unfortunately, accidents don’t usually happen on a time schedule. "
Brooke nods, understanding in her eyes. "I get it. But we'll figure it out, right?"
"Absolutely," I squeeze her hand. "Maybe we can grab dinner later this week? I'll call you once I know my shifts." I’m trying to sound a bit nonchalant but, damn, I want her in my bed every night.
"It's a date," she says, and the warmth in her voice makes my heart skip a beat.
As we finish breakfast, I find myself reluctant to let this moment end. There's still so much I want to know about her, so many layers I want to uncover, but for now, I'm content to bask in the glow of new possibilities, savoring every second with this incredible woman who's somehow managed to slip past my carefully constructed defenses.
I watch Brooke's car disappear around the corner of the marina parking lot, her red hair catching the morning sunlight one last time before she's gone. The warmth in my chest lingers, a stark contrast to the usual emptiness I feel after a casual hookup…which this was anything but. I can't shake the image of her smile, the sound of her laughter.
Damn, I’ve got it bad.
Shaking my head, I hurry back to the boat to get ready for work. I’ve got rounds in less than an hour. As I'm buttoning up my shirt, my phone buzzes. Garrett's name flashes on the screen.
Garrett: Don't forget. Blind date tonight at 7. The Silver Willow. No bailing this time. You’ve got to be there .
"Shit," I mutter, running a hand through my hair. The last thing I want right now is a blind date. My mind's still full of Brooke, her scent, her touch. I completely forgot about this set up Garrett talked me into a few weeks ago. He was so hellbent on setting me up even though the man has been single for longer than I have been. I quickly send a reply trying to get out of it.
Me: Come on, man. I don’t want to do this. I’ve met someone and she’s amazing.
Garrett's reply is instant and he’s not letting me out of my obligation.
Garrett: No way. I've been trying to set this up for weeks. Don't let me down, bro. She’s perfect for you. More so than whatever booty call you’ve had. Trust me.
Damn it! I groan, sitting onto the edge of the bed. Brooke is anything but a booty call but explaining that to him over a text message is pointless. My longtime friend is allergic to relationships.
Shit . Am I in a relationship with Brooke? Do I want to be? As I sit on the side of the bed that is still warm from her body, the answer slams into me like a freight train.
Yes. Yes, I want to be in a relationship with Brooke Edwards. Now, how do I make sure she wants the same thing? When she left, she seemed like she was on the same page at me. We should probably talk about it the next time we’re together.
My phone buzzes again.
Garrett: Hello? Did I lose you, Loverboy?
Me: Fine. I'll be there and have dinner with her, but that’s all I’m doing. Last night was not a booty call. It was so much more and I’m going to let your friend know that as soon as she arrives.
Garrett: That's my boy! You won't regret it.
I notice my friend completely ignores what I said, but I already do regret this blind date tonight. I stare at the wall, Brooke's green eyes dancing in my mind. “What am I doing?" I ask the empty room but don’t get a reply…not that I was expecting one.
My phone pings again, but this time it's Brooke.
Brooke: Thanks for dinner last night and breakfast this morning…and everything in between. Can't stop thinking about last night…and you.
My heart races. I type back immediately.
Me: Same here. I can’t wait to see you again. I already miss you in my space. Maybe next time, we can invade your space.
I think about mentioning my blind date that I agreed to weeks ago to Brooke, but quickly decide better of it. I’ll just go and have dinner with whomever Garrett has set me up with and then call it a night. Brooke is the one I want, so tonight is just about honoring an obligation to a friend and nothing more.
As I finish getting ready, I can't shake the feeling that I'm making a huge mistake, but Garrett's been one of my best friends since elementary school. He's had my back through everything. I can't let him down.
"It's just one dinner," I tell my reflection in the mirror. "What's the worst that could happen?"
But as I grab my keys and head out for my day at work, Brooke's smile haunts me, and I can't help but wonder if I'm about to royally screw up the best thing that's happened to me in years.
God, I hope not.