The grin she gives me makes something burn deep inside my chest. It’s not just about the physical with her. I could really care about her — Idocare about her, but unfortunately, that’s not what any of this is about.
“Want a taste of mine?” Trevor asks, holding his bottle out to her. When she goes in for a sip, he bends to bring his mouth where the bottle had been and steals a kiss. Even though he’d taken her by surprise, she immediately responds, kissing him back, her hand finding his face, her body moving in closer to his.
Duke watches them — we both do — but it doesn’t go on for long. When they pull apart, Trevor says, “Wasn’t that better than beer?”
“It’s always a competition with you, isn’t it?” Autumn says, teasing him.
“Not always.” Trevor sets the bottle on the counter behind him and scoops Autumn up in his arms, again taking her by surprise, eliciting the sweet sounds of her laughter as he carries her out of the kitchen.
“Not exactly subtle, is he?” Duke says, chuckling. When I don’t respond, because a response isn’t needed, he continues. “You can stay here any night you want. I wasn’t trying to steal your girl out from under you.”
“She’s not my girl.”And she’s not under me,I think, though I have fantasized about it many times.
He gives me a long look, but doesn’t say anything else before he leaves the kitchen in the same direction Trevor has gone.
29
Adrian
Autumn’s laughter enters the room before she and Trevor do, and it sounds so unusual — and so nice — in this house. We’ve had women sleep over on rare occasions, but it’s been a long time, and I don’t remember any of them lighting the place up like she’s done in the short time since she arrived.
And she’s not even at her best. She’s had a traumatic day, and she’s worn out, but she’s still a pleasure to be around, and a welcome presence in this giant man cave.
Trevor is carrying her like she’s a new bride. He plops down on the couch right next to me, Autumn’s feet falling across my lap as he sits. “Hey,” he says in greeting.
“Hey.”
She’s still laughing and squirming in his arms, and I realize it’s because he’s tickling her. “Time for payback!” she says, keeping her elbows tight to her sides to try to block him while she launches an attack of her own.
The tickle war goes on for less than a minute before Trevor ends it by pulling Autumn into a kiss. A small needy sound comes from her throat as she kisses him back, and I’m instantly reminded of how she came on my hand late last night when we were under the covers together.
This woman is really something special.
Duke comes into the room, followed by Garrett, who looks uneasy.
“Make yourself comfortable,” I tell him, nodding toward the two recliners as Duke takes a seat in one of them.
Trevor whispers something to Autumn, who glances over before coming at me with wiggling fingers. It’s great to see her smiling and laughing after all of her pain today.
Before she manages to actually tickle me, I capture her hands in mine, kissing each of her fingers as I fold them closed. Then, my eyes on hers, I bite her knuckles, while at the same time licking the skin there, getting myself worked up with just one small taste of her.
God, I want her.
It’s frustrating that she’s a virgin, because I want to ravage her, but I’m also fine to do whatever she’s comfortable with. I just want her.
Pulling her closer, I kiss her lips, and when she responds, I reach for her hips, pulling her fully onto my lap so I can take the kiss deeper. Threading my fingers into her hair, I tip her head back and lick a stripe up her neck with my tongue. She’s straddling me, and I can feel the heat of her pussy through our clothes.
As I’m wondering if I should slow down so things don’t go too far, too quickly, Trevor reaches for the bottom of her shirt and starts to lift it, peeling it up over her stomach and chest. She flinches and wiggles away from him, but her eyes are smiling, and I get the idea that she thought he was going to start tickling her again.
“Everything okay?” I ask her, and she nods quickly, her expression turning from amusement to arousal as Trevor kisses her bare back. She’s so responsive, and the way her back arches and her lips part makes it impossible for me to resist kissing her myself.
She shifts on my lap, pressing down against my hardening cock as the two of us kiss her, and my mind suggests several other possibilities for ways Trevor and I can work together on her body once she’s naked. Probably sharing my thoughts, he proceeds to pull her shirt up, over her head and her arms, which she lifts to assist him.
As she twists to look at him, she catches sight of Duke across the room, and I don’t think she realized he was here until now, because I feel her body stiffen.
Duke has been watching, and he doesn’t miss her hesitation. “Want me to leave?” he asks.
“No,” she says, after only a second’s pause, still twisting in my arms to stare back at him.