Chapter 33
“I think I can manage that,” Trevor said, rolling his hips into her grip and making Zoe lick her lips in appreciation.
She really wasn’t sure how she’d survived the last week without him. Five years without sex was nothing in comparison to seven days of going without sex with Trevor. She prayed that she never had to experience this kind of torture again because she was positive that she wouldn’t survive.
Of course, she knew that if she truly wanted sex that all she had to do was yell his name and he would have come running, which was part of the problem.
She needed a little space to make sure that this wasn’t just about sex for either one of them.
Although she’d missed touching him and holding him, she’d actually missed just being with him more.
She missed his smile, the way he glared at her when she teased him, the way he pouted when he ran out of food, and she even missed his bossiness.
She just missed him and up until a few hours ago, she hadn’t been completely sure if he wanted her for her or for the arrangement, but after his attempts to get her attention, she knew that he loved her.
His attempts to see her were so sweet and entertaining.
When her hot water suddenly stopped working, she’d almost called out to him, but then, she heard him in his bathroom muttering to himself for her to hurry the hell up so that he could turn the hot water tank back on before the pipes burst. So, with a pleased smile, she sat back, curious to see what else he’d do.
When he’d snuck into her apartment to entice the dogs with his underwear, it had taken every ounce of strength that she’d had not to laugh her ass off as she pretended to be asleep.
It had been especially difficult when the dogs managed to steal the underwear out of his hand and make a mad dash for the kitchen.
For about five minutes, she’d discreetly watched as Trevor did his best to chase after the dogs without making any noise.
She had to admit that for a man his size, he did a pretty good job of quietly running after her dogs, except for the occasional curse, that is.
When he’d finally managed to grab the two dogs and shut the door behind him, she buried her face in her pillow and laughed until it hurt.
He was just so damn cute.
Her favorite moment, of course, was when he was outside jacking up her car while his cousins and uncles all stood along the sidewalk taking pictures and laughing their asses off at him.
Except for the few times he’d flipped them off, he ignored them as he struggled with frozen nuts and bolts for almost two hours straight.
Of course, he probably would have finished a lot faster if his family hadn’t been throwing snowballs at him while he worked.
They really were an entertaining family.
Still, she’d held out, curious to see what he’d do next. When that something else had been shutting off her heat, she gave in and came over, even more curious to see how far he would take things.
Except once he had her where he’d wanted her, he’d left her alone.
She couldn’t even begin to describe how disappointed she’d been when he hadn’t joined her in the bathtub.
An hour later, disappointed and wrinkly, she climbed into bed, waiting for him to join her there.
She’d really been looking forward to falling asleep in his arms, but the jerk never showed up, so she decided that maybe it was her turn to make a move.
“But we’re going to do it my way,” Trevor announced just before he took her mouth in a quick, too quick, passionate kiss.
“What’s this, now?” she asked in a daze.
“I said we’re doing this my way. While I work, you’ll talk,” he said, grabbing the hem of her oversized tee-shirt and yanked it up and off her in a matter of seconds, leaving her completely nude. Trevor’s rough sound of approval sent shivers of anticipation throughout her body.
“Talk?” She watched as he devoured her body with his eyes, and she was thankful that the room was dim enough to make her feel comfortable.
“Uh-huh,” he said, pulling her forward. “You tell me all about this new arrangement while I make up for seven days, sweetheart.”
She opened her mouth to answer, but the only thing that came out was a loud, strangled moan as Trevor closed his lips around one of her taut nipples and sucked, hard. She had to grab his shoulders and hold on before she fell over.
He wanted her to talk? Now? He really couldn’t be serious.
“W-We can talk later,” Zoe suggested, hoping that he’d do that little thing with his teeth and tongue that she loved.
He did.
But then, he pulled back and she nearly whimpered.
“I think,” he said, leaning forward again and running his tongue over her nipple, “that this is the perfect time for you to tell me what you had in mind.”
“But later would be better,” Zoe said, sounding a little desperate and not really giving a damn. The man had a gifted mouth and she was more than willing to let him use that gift on her.
“I think now is perfect,” Trevor murmured, tracing a line with his tongue from one nipple to the other. He traced around the nipple that practically begged for his attention before he drew it into his mouth and sucked.
“Now?” Zoe choked out.
“Get talking, woman,” he said around her nipple.
“About?” she asked hazily.
He chuckled around her nipple before he flicked it with his tongue and pulled back. “This new arrangement of yours,” he reminded her.
“Oh, right, the arrangement,” she mumbled absently.
“Get talking or I stop,” Trevor said and just to prove that he was serious, he pulled away from her breast.
“Okay, okay,” Zoe said, grabbing the back of his head and yanking him back where he belonged. With a small chuckle, he took her nipple back into his mouth.
She forced herself to ignore how unbelievably good he felt and the fact that he held her hip tightly so that she couldn’t move against him and focused. If they were going to have any hopes for a future, there were a few things that they needed to clear up.
“How many children do you want?” Zoe asked, knowing that this was by far the most important question. If he was hellbent on only having one kid, it was going to become a bit awkward.
“As many as you’re willing to give me,” Trevor said, pulling back and releasing her nipple with a wet pop.
“Next,” he said, burying his face in the crook of her neck as one hand continued to squeeze and caress her breast as the other slid from her hip to her bottom where his talented hand kneaded and squeezed, forcing her to cradle his erection.
“Next...okay, um,” Zoe said absently as she tried to rub herself against him and this time, he allowed it.
“If um, if we get married, we’re going to need a bigger home,” she said, remembering his offer to buy them a house.
She wasn’t sure if he meant right away or sometime in the future, but with twins, Bradford twins, they were going to need more space soon, not to mention a large kitchen with more storage space and maybe a larger fridge.
“I’ll build you a house, sweetheart. Anything you want,” he promised against her neck.
“I just want you, Trevor,” Zoe said, knowing nothing else really mattered as long as she had him.
“You have me, sweetheart,” he said, pulling away just far enough so that he could look into her eyes. “I promise that you will always have me.”
“No more pretending,” she said, feeling her chin quiver, knowing that it would kill her to go one more day pretending that he wasn’t everything to her. Out of everything that had happened between them that was the one thing that hurt the most.
“Never. I’m going to make damn sure that everyone knows that you’re all mine,” Trevor swore just before he swooped in and took her mouth in a hungry kiss.
“You promise?” Zoe asked against his mouth, feeling her heart race.
“Promise,” Trevor swore.
“Any other conditions for this new arrangement that I should know about?” he asked, moving his mouth back to her neck.
“Just,” she said, licking her lips as he nibbled and licked his way down towards her breasts, “that the sex condition is still very much in effect.”
“I suppose that will be fine,” Trevor murmured huskily, running his tongue down one breast until he could once again take her nipple into his mouth.
“A-And I get to name our children,” Zoe said, hoping that he was properly distracted because she had some really cute names for boys that she really liked, names that were really pretty.
“Not fucking happening,” Trevor said, releasing her nipple.
“But-”
“Not happening,” he said as his hands returned to her hips. With a gentle grip, he guided her off of his lap and onto her back. “As much as I love you, I just can’t let you do that to my boys, sweetheart.”
“But-”
“Not happening,” Trevor said, pushing her legs apart as he shifted on the couch until he was crouching between her bent legs.
“What about Frances or Julian? Those are both-oh, my God, don’t stop doing that!” she practically screamed when he lowered his head between her legs and began lapping at her slit.
“So,” Trevor said casually as if he weren’t currently driving her out of her mind by leisurely running his tongue between her slit, just missing her clit, “let me see if I understand this new arrangement.”
She may have whimpered when he traced her slit with the tip of his tongue and she damn well knew that she moaned when he teased her clit.
Licking her lips hungrily, she rotated her hips, desperate to force his teasing tongue to go where she needed it, but he simply grabbed her hips and held her where he wanted her.
“You’re going to be at my beck and call for sex,” Trevor said, and she couldn’t help but moan in agreement. “I’m going to take care of you while you worship me and we’re getting married. Did I miss anything?”
“I really don’t remember you proposing or, more importantly, saying yes,” Zoe managed to point out when all she wanted him to do was stop talking and get back to licking.
“I did. You just don’t remember,” Trevor said, tracing her slit with the tip of his finger as he flashed her that sexy grin of his that drove her crazy.
“No, you didn’t.”
“I did,” Trevor said, sliding his finger between her slit to tease her entrance.
“I think I would have remembered that,” Zoe said, licking her lips as her body trembled in anticipation.
“You were overcome with joy. In fact, if memory serves me correctly, you said the sooner, the better because you were looking forward to waking up at three in the morning to me licking you out and having access to my body twenty-four-seven, so really you should be-”
“You’re right,” Zoe said, panting as she rolled her hips into his touch, closing her eyes in bliss as he took the hint and slid his finger inside her.
“You did propose. It was beautiful, memorable even, so we can probably move on now to the actual sex now, right?” she asked, sounding desperate and not really caring at the moment.
He chuckled, the bastard. “I suppose we could do that,” Trevor said, pressing a kiss to her thigh as he slid his finger in and out of her at a delicious rhythm.
As he fingered her, he took his time trailing kisses up her leg, before pausing between her legs to drive her insane by taking her clit between his lips and sucking.
She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue and loving the way he groaned as though licking her affected him just as much as it did her.
After a minute, he pressed one last kiss to her wet slit before he pressed a trail of kisses north, pausing at her soft stomach to press a tender kiss where their babies were.
Zoe bit her lip as she tried not to cry out as her body tightened in anticipation of the powerful orgasm she knew that he was setting her up for.
When he took her mouth in a hungry kiss, she slid her hands down his back and between them, cupping him through his underwear and loving the way he thrust against her hand.
Without any hesitation, she released the two buttons that somehow managed to restrain his long, hard erection and freed him, guiding him to where she needed him. With a small groan, he removed his finger and slid inside her. She couldn’t believe how good he felt.
Without a condom, she could feel the smooth velvety skin and hard veins to perfection.
He felt so good, so right, she decided as she pulled his mouth down for a kiss.
As he devoured her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her mouth the way he was thrusting his cock inside her, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly.
“Love you, Zoe,” he said, groaning as he quickened his pace.
She opened her mouth to tell him how much she loved him, but he chose that moment to do a twisting thrust with his hips that sent her flying.
Digging her nails into his back, she threw her head back and let out a strangled scream that only seemed to set him off.
He began pounding into her until she was forced to hold onto him or have her head slam into the arm of the couch.
In seconds, he had her screaming his name as he groaned his own release.
For several minutes, they lay there trying to catch their breath as they held each other tightly. They probably would have stayed that way for the rest of the night if her traitorous stomach hadn’t growled, startling them both.
With a pleased grin, Trevor ran his fingers through his sweaty hair as he pulled away from her, pausing again to press a tender kiss to her stomach. “I guess it’s time to feed the baby,” he said, looking truly happy and she couldn’t help but smile.
Never in a million years would she have thought that a woman like her could make a man like him happy, but she did and for the first time in her life she was truly content. She had a good job, adorable dogs, babies on the way and a man that she fell in love with more with each passing day.
“I’ll go make you a sandwich,” Trevor said, tucking himself back in his boxers and shooting her a wink as he sauntered towards the kitchen.
Of course, it didn’t hurt that she also had a man that she loved to torment.
“Better make it two. You do know that we’re having twins, right?” she asked innocently and tried not to laugh when he stumbled.