33. Trevor
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
TREVOR
J ones family Christmas was a success. I’m biased, but I’m positive I got the best gift of all.
Willa and I were absolutely nauseating today, touching and kissing every chance we could.
She snuggles into my side as we lie in bed, trying to keep our eyes open while talking in the dark.
We have an early flight tomorrow, but I can’t get enough of this.
Of her . It’s more amazing than I could have ever imagined.
“Why does everyone call you something different?” she asks.
“What do you mean?”
“Trev, Tre, T…”
“Ah, yeah. So Maya’s the only one who calls me T. She’s always called me that. Kind of aggressive about her claim on it. Tre is for the family…”—I kiss the top of her head—“and you. Trev is what friends have always latched onto.”
“Your mom’s the only one who calls you Trevor.”
I smile. She would notice that . “The day my parents brought us home, Mom found me in here, sitting in the window seat next to the trash bags that held all my belongings. Unpacking felt like a bad omen to my five-year-old mind, and when I told her I didn’t want to, she told me, “Your room—your decision.”
“That explains your naked apartment,” she teases .
“Probably. She gave me autonomy. I’d never had that before.
Then she asked what I’d like her to call me, and that was the first time anyone had.
Even social workers called me Trev. I think they meant to lessen the blow of my unstable reality, but I was too scared to speak up back then.
When Mom asked, when she gifted me that choice, it finally felt like what I wanted mattered.
So I chose my full name, and that’s what she’s always called me. ”
“Your mom’s amazing.”
“She’s the best.”
Willa presses a kiss to my lips and snuggles back into my side. “Thank you for bringing me here…you were right.”
“Hold up. I was what ?”
She giggles, burying her face in my chest. “You heard me.” Her phone goes off on the nightstand, and her adorable giggle when she rolls over and reads the text makes me drop a kiss on her shoulder.
She turns back toward me to show Ashlie’s message about the bet.
“I should tell her she lost so she leaves me alone.”
“Mm, I have a better idea,” I say, pulling her back to me and nuzzling her neck. “You could tell her she lost four times over.”
“Four, huh?”
“Mm-hmm, just really rub it in her face.”
“Uh-huh, and when was this fourth time? I count one on the bed and two in the shower last night. That’s three…”
“Four is pending.” Shifting, I arch over her body, her head in between my hands.
“I have one last Christmas present for you.” I kiss a line from her lips to her cheek, smiling at the shiver that ripples through her.
She moans, digging her fingers into my shoulders when my tongue grazes the shell of her ear.
I’m halfway to busting, just enjoying the warm coconut scent on her skin.
I can’t get enough of her, and I’m not complaining about this pregnancy libido anytime soon. She’s all over me too.
“If it’s my gift”—she says with a roll of her hips—“shouldn’t I decide how I want to open it?”
“Sure.” I nibble her earlobe, barely containing myself when she whimpers her need. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” I whisper.
“I want to sit on your face while you tongue fuck my pussy like a good boy.” She wraps a leg around my waist. “Want to ride you until my name is a prayer on your lips.” Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I shudder. “Fill me so deep, we can’t tell where I end and you begin.”
Fuck me . My brain lags as all my common sense rushes to my dick, and I stupidly stutter, “S-sit on my face?”
Her lips ghost mine with a seductive smile. “You can take it.”
Pulling down my sweatpants quicker than a bat out of hell, I roll onto my back, ignoring her giggles at my eagerness. “You keep talking to me like that and I’m not gonna last.”
“You’ll come when I say, and not a second before.”
“Better watch it. You’re gonna get yourself in trouble.”
“ Oh no …” Her sarcasm is accented with another giggle.
“ Orgasms .” She pulls her pajama shirt over her head, then shimmies out of her pants.
Shifting to her knees, she grabs the headboard, and I settle underneath her and dive in.
The taste of her throws me into warp speed, licking and sucking like my life depends on it.
It just might. Her sweet whimpers fuel my hardening dick as her hips gyrate, pussy gliding all over my tongue .
Gripping her thick thighs, I pin her to my face while I feast. “Shit, Tre. Don’t fucking stop. ”
Not a chance in hell . I could fucking live here.
I’ll do this every damn night if she’ll let me.
Her thighs become my new favorite earmuffs while she trembles through her release, wailing my name into the darkness.
I tease her clit with playful nibbles as she catches her breath, her euphoric giggles lighting me up each time a quiver zaps through her.
She clings to the headboard to hide from my tongue.
“Gimme.” I chuckle, craning my neck to reach her. “I’m not done.”
“Neither am I,” Willa says breathlessly, swinging her leg over my head. Rivaling the speed of light, she settles around my hips and leans down for a kiss. She lifts slightly before sliding right onto my dick, already so wet I know I won’t last long. “Feel that?” she croons. “I’m dripping for you.”
Goddamn , this woman… I take it back. This is the best Christmas present I’ve ever received, this dirty talking goddess telling me how much I turn her on.
I’m not gonna make it . She finds her rhythm, eyes locked on mine as her breathing grows shallow.
Her fingernails rake over my chest, and a moment of pure bliss causes my eyes to fall closed.
Warm breath in my ear sends me into a spiral as she whispers, “Watch me. I want you to see how you make me feel, handsome. I’m yours, Trevor. ”
Fuck me— twice .
My eyes fly open. Do I focus on the filthy poetry falling from her plump lips or the stark sense of protectiveness crowding out all logical thought when she says she’s mine?
I’m captivated by her bobbing up and down as she rides out her pleasure, my eyes focused on the perfect jiggle of her breasts while she grinds on top of me.
I’ll do anything to protect her . “Fuck, Willa. You’re incredible. ”
She moans as she plays with her nipples, and just like the first time, I’m mesmerized, unable to keep my hands from caressing her hips.
This sexy woman is all mine now, and I’m the luckiest man alive.
The first time, Willa looked like a queen on a throne, but right now, hearing her give herself to me, there’s no doubt.
She’s my queen on her throne. No one else can compete, and no one ever will. I’m completely under her spell.
My eyes flutter when a tidal wave crashes over me, heat twisting in my spine as the waves bury me alive.
I grip her hips, pumping into her while I spiral into the void, my senses scattering through the abyss.
She falls apart around me and collapses on my chest with a sated sigh.
“Hands down”—I pant against her hair—“that was the best gift I’ve ever received. ”
She nods and yawns, snuggling into my chest like she intends to fall asleep like this, with me still inside of her. “I thought this was my present.”
I kiss her shoulder and shift her off my lap, our release dribbling on my leg as I slide away.
“Let me clean you up, beautiful. I made a mess of you.” I click on the bathroom light, reach for a washcloth, and wet it under warm water, whistling without a care in the world.
Willa’s still blissed out on the bed when I make it back, and I can’t help the smile on my face.
It’s as if I’ve been split into two, then fused back together with her at the center.
She’s awake, barely, and her unguarded smirk is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’m the reason for that smile .
Dropping a kiss on Willa’s knee, I part her legs, and my hand stills mid-wipe. She props on her elbows, saying something I can’t hear over the pulse in my ears. I’m stuck focusing on the one thing you shouldn’t see during pregnancy. Not unless something’s really wrong.
Blood. A lot of blood. So much blood .
“Trevor!” Her fingers on my face snap me out of my freeze response.
“You’re scaring me. Wha—” She sees the stained cloth in my hand and her eyes snap to her legs.
The color drains from her face, jolting me into action.
I pick her up and carry her straight to the shower, setting her down gently before turning on my heel.
She grabs my arm, spinning me back to her. “W-where are you going?”
“I’m getting Maya.”
“Tre.”
“I know.” I tip my forehead to hers. “I’m scared too. Just let me get Maya. She’ll know what to do.”
She nods, eyes wide, blinking back tears.
I kiss the wetness from her cheeks, placing another on her lips before reaching around her and turning on the water.
Rushing around the bedroom, I jump into my clothes as I call Maya, hoping she’ll see it by the time I get across the house.
Thank God she and Ben decided to stay an extra night before going back home.
The phone rings for what feels like forever as I rush out of the room, cussing under my breath.
I round the corner to the east wing, and Maya’s already halfway down the hallway. One look at my face has her rushing toward me. “I saw your call and ran. What’s wrong?” she asks, throwing her curly hair into a knot on top of her head.
I grimace. Telling my sister I just had mind-blowing sex and possibly wrecked the chance at my dreams coming true are two things I never thought I’d have to do. “She’s bleeding.”
“What happened?”
“We, uh…”
“My God, T, I know what grown people do at night. Were you having sex?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, and how much blood?”
“A lot.”
We rush back to the west wing, and Maya stops in a storage closet for some pads. When we get back to my room, she walks right into the bathroom while I head for Willa’s suitcase.
“Willa, honey, it’s Maya. How you feelin’?”
“Um, I don’t…there’s so much. It won’t stop.”
“Breathe for me, alright? Is it okay if I take a peek in the shower, just to see how much bleeding there is?”
“Please.”
I slip Willa’s clothes on the bathroom vanity, and my adrenaline takes me straight to the bed to strip it down.
“Okay, honey, I’m going to help you get onto the toilet. Trevor brought you some clothes.”
“I’ll make a mess all over the floor.”
“Don’t you worry about that right now. Let’s just focus on you.”
Each word lands like a boulder in my stomach, and my fingers tremble as I struggle to release the sheet from the corners of the bed.
I trip over the bedspread crumpled on the floor and crash my leg into the nightstand, sending a pitcher of water flying.
“Shit.” This is your fault . All of it .
I stoop to gather the shards of glass, dropping them in the garbage bin in the corner, and stay there, eyes sweeping over the chaos in the room.
You did this . None of this would be happening if you weren’t here .
I’ve been in therapy long enough to realize the words screaming through my mind right now don’t belong to me.
I recognize my birth father’s voice, but rational thought never mixes well with panic.
Maya steps out of the bathroom, and when she sees me in the corner, her face morphs into the protective older sister who always kept me safe in the closet.
“I’m gonna grab my things and head to the clinic. I need you to bring her as soon as she’s done getting dressed. We’ll get her all checked out.” Maya puts a hand on my arm, and I try to swallow past the thick lump in my throat. “T, it’s not your fault.”
“Okay.”
She gives my arm a squeeze and pulls me toward the bed.
I stare at the glow seeping from under the bathroom door, a spotlight illuminating the trail of crimson on the floor.
Maya stops me when I turn to grab the discarded washcloth from the pile of bedsheets.
“Clean later, T. She needs you right now. You can fall apart after we know what’s going on.
” She waves in front of my face. “Look at me, Trevor.” I slide my eyes to hers, but can’t really say that I see them, not as clearly as the memory replaying in my mind.
A lamp crashing into the wall above my head .
A trickle of blood dripping down my face to the carpet .
A deep , berating voice doling out blame .
Maya snaps her fingers in front of me. “You didn’t do anything wrong.
This isn’t your fault. Tell me you hear me. ”
“I hear you.” My voice sounds miles away, and she snaps in my face one more time before I’m able to shake it off. “I hear you, My. We’ll meet you at the clinic.”
Once I get Willa to the car, I crank up the heat and grab the ice scraper.
The stifling cold clears my head enough for logic to peek through.
Panicking won’t help right now . Get Willa to the clinic .
We won’t know anything until that happens .
The roads are icy , and I need to get her there in one piece . Keep it together .
Sliding back into the car, I pause at the music filtering through the speakers.
While I calmed myself outside, Willa synced up my comfort playlist. Despite wringing her hands together, she has a serene look on her face.
I want to pull her to me. Wrap my hand around hers to still her fingers.
I want to protect her from this, but how do you protect someone from the very thing you caused?
Everything was fine until you showed up .
The grating voice swallows up my instinct, and I pull my hand in a fist to keep from hurting Willa any more than I already have.
We let the ’90s ballads fill in around us, and keep quiet the entire drive downtown.