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Hearts on Fire
Julia is a Houston firefighter and Trevor
is the news reporter who loves her. Trevor wants to keep their steamy
relationship going by proposing marriage, and plans to do it in the most
memorable way he knows how.
Ahead of him by about one-hundred yards, a
warehouse was engulfed in flames. Ash fell from the sky like confetti to dot
the dirty concrete, along with his brand new military style boots. He rolled
his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, unsurprised to find flecks of ash had
already fallen within the raven locks.
“Hey, man, you ready?”
Trevor turned to find his cameraman, Nick,
already pointing the camera toward the raging fire. If Trevor didn’t hurry up
and say his piece there would be nothing left to report. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
In less than a minute he had his game face
on and was answering questions from the anchors sitting in the air-conditioned
studio across town. The whole clip lasted about two minutes, and then he was
turning off the microphone while Nick took a few final shots.
Trevor was standing in the open door of
the van putting equipment away when Nick whistled low. “Damn, there she is.
Almost makes me wanna set my house on fire.”
Trevor’s pulse sped up and sweat broke out
for a different reason than the heat as he turned to see who had gotten Nick’s
attention. And there she was, all five feet-three inches of warm-blooded, Texas
woman. Her dark brown hair was covered by the HFD helmet and the protective
gear hid her curves, but Trevor had spent most nights of the past two years
learning every single one. “Damn. I forgot she was on call tonight.”
He scowled at Nick who was still ogling
Julia, but Trevor knew it was just to rile him up. “Put your eyes back in their
sockets. You know she’s taken.”
Nick laughed and brushed passed him to put
the video camera away. “Yeah, yeah. So when are you gonna make an honest woman
outta her?”
“None of your damn business. But keep next
June open just in case.”
Nick chuckled. “Ready to go?”
“Nah, you go ahead. I’m waiting around for
this one to end.”
Trevor stepped back as Nick slid the door
shut. After clapping Trevor on the back, Nick climbed into the van and drove
off.
The fire was still blazing but seemed to
be more in control. Luckily it was the only building on the block in the older
industrial area. The firefighters were still hosing it down as the humid night
filled with the acrid scent of burnt wood and metal. Trevor made his way to the
closest fire truck and sat on the bumper, as out of the way as he could get
while still close enough to watch Julia work. She amazed him. When not in
uniform the small woman looked quiet and almost shy, but she hid her boisterous
personality well. She was the most generous woman he’d ever met, and one of the
hardest working. It had taken a while for him to get over the danger she put
herself into every time a call went into the station.
Their two year anniversary was only a few
hours away. He planned to make this one memorable, and hoped she wouldn’t be
too exhausted to celebrate a little early. Now all he had to do was wait and
watch as she did the job she loved, even while his heart stayed in his throat
the entire time.
Julia knew the moment Trevor arrived on
the scene and almost wished he hadn’t been called to report on the warehouse
fire. She had always loved her job. Being a firefighter was a calling, a
career, and part of her blood. She had been born into a family of firefighters
and never thought to be anything else. Finding a man who wasn’t threatened by
her career had been a miracle. The fact that he could sit and watch her do the
job without freaking out was a revelation. He was one in a million.
Now she fought to concentrate on the task
at hand and forget him sitting a few feet away. Two years was the longest
relationship she had ever been in and it almost scared her, but being with him
felt too right to question. They had clicked from day one and almost always saw
eye to eye. She just hoped they could have at least another two years of bliss.
It took another hour to get the blaze down
to simmering embers. After a few more minutes, Julia’s team was dismissed back
to the station. They rolled their hoses back up and packed it in. She looked
around for Trevor but didn’t see him anywhere. As her team climbed into the
truck she asked if anyone else had seen him.
“Yeah, he was here, but I saw him jump in
a truck and take off,” Scott said.
“You two have a fight?” Oscar asked. “He
kinda looked pissed off.”
The others gave her some good-natured
ribbing about fighting with her man, and she joked right along with them. But
in the back of her mind was a nagging doubt about why Trevor would have left
without saying a single word to her. It wasn’t odd for him to be on the scene.
It didn’t happen all the time, but had happened before. They both stayed in professional
mode until the fire was out, and talked if they had a chance. He knew he
couldn’t ride in the fire truck with her, but who had picked him up?
By the time they pulled into the station
she had gone from confused, to mad, to worried. She hopped out and did what
needed to be done before hitting the shower. Her shift had ended thirty minutes
ago, but of course fires paid no attention to schedules. As soon as she was
dressed she tried calling Trevor. It went straight to voicemail but she didn’t
leave a message. He would see she called. She texted him a simple message to
call her.
Dawn peeked over the horizon as she walked
out of the station toward her car. She had just thrown her bag into the
passenger seat when someone yelled her name.
“Julia!” She turned to find Scott jogging
toward her. “We just got a call. Come on. We need you on this one.”
“What? I didn’t hear the alarm. Didn’t day
shift just come on?”
He waved away her questions with one hand
while grabbing her arm with the other. “Cap says we need you. Your boyfriend
called it in.”
“What? Trevor?”
Fear fueled her veins as she pulled away
from Scott and ran back into the station. The trucks weren’t even running but
one rear bay door was up and the Captain’s large pick-up was raring to go.
“Julia,” the Captain called to her from
the driver’s window. “Let’s go.”
She glanced around in confusion even as
she ran to his passenger door. As soon as she was inside he put the truck in
drive and flipped on his lights and siren. She pulled her seatbelt on as her
heart raced. What the hell was going on and how was Trevor involved? He knew
fire was nothing to play around with and he’d never seemed like the daring type
before. Maybe he had been called to report the fire and noticed the department
wasn’t on the scene yet?
They drove for less than fifteen minutes
when the Captain pulled onto a dirt road between two heavily forested areas.
Julia’s apprehension spiked. Houston had suffered one of the worst droughts in
recent history. A forest fire could spread quickly. She looked through the
trees as they drove, praying she wouldn’t see smoke. All she saw were green
trees and an overabundance of squirrels.
They pulled into a clearing and stopped at
the edge of a sheer drop. Julia recognized the area as Spring Creek, though it
was barely a trickle of water at the moment. On the other side was a sandy
flatland where people often rode their four-wheelers on the weekends. A lone
figure stood waiting.
“What the hell is going on?” she asked.
“Is that Trevor?”
He was about two-hundred yards away and
below them. She walked as close to the edge of the drop as was safe and raised
her arms in question. He waved and turned away.
“Yer boy there called me n’ said I needed
to git you to the scene of a far,” the captain said.
Julia almost laughed at the familiar sound
of his Southern drawl. Now that she could see Trevor with her own two eyes, the
fear and tension slowly drained from her body. “Oh yeah? I don’t see a fire.”
She turned to smile at him but he looked
passed her. “I do.”
He pointed across the way and she returned
her attention to see lines of fire slowly making their way across the sand.
Trevor stood a few feet away, but too close for comfort.
“What’s he doing? Trevor!”
Panic was beginning to take hold when the
Captain grabbed her shoulders. “Whoa, girl. Hang on n’ look.”
Her pulse was racing as she fought the
urge to slide down the embankment and run to Trevor. After a few seconds her
brain finally clicked to what was happening. “Oh my god.”
The line of fire finally stopped spreading
and Julia’s eyes registered the full pattern. Written in flames in the sand
were the words Marry Me. Trevor moved
away and lit another match. He dropped it onto the sand and a flaming heart
quickly formed with J+T inside of it.
Julia clapped her hands over her mouth as tears burned her eyes.
The Captain laughed. “There’s yer fire.”
Commotion behind Trevor drew her attention
and she saw the rest of her team walking out of the trees with extinguishers.
They all looked up toward her and Trevor spread his arms.
“Well?” he hollered.
“Girl, he’s waitin’ fer yer answer,” the
Captain said.
“I don’t have a light,” she replied.
He threw back his head and laughed.
“Oh, all right.” She cupped her hands
around her mouth so there would be no doubt on Trevor’s part. Then she hollered
out, “YES!”
The men below cheered as Trevor dropped
his arms and smiled up at her. He blew her a kiss before turning to accept
backslaps from her teammates. She could hardly wait to be in his arms again.
It took a few minutes for the men to put
the fires out and clear the scene Trevor had created. She hated to see it go
but the Captain confessed Nick had been nearby photographing the whole thing.
“Oh my god. I better not see that on the
news tonight,” she said.
He just laughed before leading her back to
his truck. She expected to be dropped off somewhere nearby, but they drove all
the way back to the station. Two other pick-up trucks arrived right behind them
and soon Trevor found her waiting at her car. He approached slowly, looking
almost unsure of himself. Julia didn’t want to make a scene in front of the
men, but couldn’t stop from falling into Trevor’s arms as soon as he stood
close enough.
“I can’t believe you did that,” she said
with tears in her voice. “The guys scared the hell out of me when they said you
were at the scene of another fire.”
Trevor held her close and kissed her
forehead before tilting her chin up with one finger. “I didn’t mean to scare
you, baby. I just wanted to do something special, to show you how much you mean
to me.”
She sniffed back her tears and smiled up
at him. “I love you.”
“I love you too. And I’m going to keep
loving you for as long as you let me. You set my heart on fire the moment we
met, and I don’t ever want it put out.”
That made her laugh even as a couple of
tears slipped free. “That’s so cheesy. Are firefighter puns what I have to look
forward to for the rest of our lives?”
He chuckled and planted a soft kiss on her
lips. “Oh yeah. I got a million of them. Ready to go home and burn up the
sheets?”
She laughed harder. “Are you hot for me?”
“Hotter than hot, baby.”
“Then we better get home before you go up
in flames.”
She tried to pull away from his arms but
he held tight. “Hang on. One more thing.”
Trevor dropped to one knee and pulled a
small black box from his pocket. He popped it open before holding it up to her.
Inside rested a beautiful silver ring, with tiny diamonds in a peculiar shape.
“Is that…is that what I think it is?” she
asked.
“It’s in the shape of a burning flame.”
“Oh my god.”
She pulled the ring free and slipped it on
as he stood. Then she jumped into his arms again. “I love you so damn much.
Even with all the silly fire references.”
“You light up my life.”
She was laughing so hard he could barely
kiss her.
“Okay, okay,” she said. “Enough already.
I’ll need to think of some news reporter puns to say to you.”
He sighed dramatically before kissing her
again. “Here’s a newsflash, I can hardly wait.”
She groaned and kissed him to keep him
from saying anything else.
“Hey, cool it off over there before we
hose you down,” Scott called out.
Trevor and Julia turned to find most of
the station watching them.
“Oops. I kinda forgot about them,” she
said.
“Me too. We better go.”
“You got it, news man.”
He started humming Great Balls of Fire and
she laughed all the way home.
Heating Things Up
Trevor
cursed under his breath as he stumbled out of the news van and into another
humid Houston night. His polo shirt stuck to him like a second skin and beads
of sweat gathered on his upper lip. This was really going to suck.
Ahead of
him by about one-hundred yards, a warehouse was engulfed in flames. Ash fell
from the sky like confetti to dot the dirty concrete, along with his brand new
military style boots. He rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair,
unsurprised to find flecks of ash had already fallen within the raven locks.
“Hey, man,
you ready?”
Trevor
turned to find his cameraman, Nick, already pointing the camera toward the
raging fire. If he didn’t hurry up and say his piece there would be nothing
left to report.
“Yeah,”
Trevor replied. “Let’s go.”
In less
than a minute he had his game face on and was answering questions from the
anchors sitting in the air-conditioned studio across town. The whole clip
lasted about two minutes, and then he was turning off the microphone while Nick
took a few final shots.
Trevor was
standing in the open door of the van putting equipment away when Nick whistled
low. “Damn, there she is. Almost makes me wanna set my house on fire.”
Trevor’s
pulse sped up and sweat broke out for a different reason than the heat as he
turned to see who had gotten Nick’s attention. And there she was, all five
feet-three inches of warm-blooded, Texas woman. Her dark brown hair was covered
by the HFD helmet and the protective gear hid her curves, but Trevor had spent
enough nights fantasizing about them to know every single one. “Damn.”
Nick
chuckled and clapped Trevor on the shoulder as he walked past to put his camera
away. “Ya know, she could prob’ly use a cold drink after a blazer like this
one. I’ll bet if you were ‘round the station at quittin’ time she’d let you
take her out for one.”
Trevor was
shaking his head before Nick even finished. “No way, man. A woman like that is
more than I can handle. I like mine uncomplicated and forgetful. As in, they
forget I never called them back.”
Nick
snorted a laugh before stepping into the van.
Trevor
turned his attention back to the lone female firefighter on the scene. Julia
wasn’t an anomaly in the city, but she was the only one on duty for the
stations that had been called. A full year had passed since they met when
Trevor did a story on female firefighters in Houston. She had caught his eye
all those months ago and plagued him like a sickness, but he was determined not
to get snared by the beautiful woman. He didn’t do long-term relationships, and
she had forever written all over her.
So, for now he would keep her in the fantasy category and nothing more.
Julia
watched the news van pull away as the acrid taste of smoke burned the back of
her throat. It wasn’t enough to worry over. She had just removed her mask and
instinctively sucked in a lungful of humid air. The warehouse was a complete
loss and now they simply watched for hot spots to flare up. Annoyance filled
her at how quickly Trevor had jumped in the van to leave. Would it kill the man
to say hello? With a shrug she went back to work and pushed him from her
thoughts.
Three
hours later she pulled into an all-night diner with a sigh of anticipation. The
big fires always made her hungry, as she burned off untold calories while
working them. Eating alone usually depressed her but tonight she was too tired
to care. Not to mention hungry. Her stomach growled its approval as she stepped
inside and the distinct smell of bacon filled her nostrils. She took a deep
breath and smiled at the waitress behind the counter. Without bothering to look
around she slipped onto a stool and picked up a menu.
By the
time Julia was ready to order, a glass of ice-water and a set of utensils
appeared before her. “Coffee, please, and the breakfast special.”
The
waitress nodded her approval and moved away.
Julia
picked up the water and gulped half of it down as someone took the seat next to
her. A large shape filled her peripheral vision but she didn’t think much of it
until he spoke. “Fancy meeting you here.”
She
couldn’t hide the surprise from her face as she turned to face Trevor. He just
grinned and blatantly looked her over. “As usual, you clean up well.”
“Thanks…I
think. I guess you don’t.” She brushed ash off one of his shoulders with a
laugh.
“Damn.
Thanks. I thought I’d gotten it all before walking in here.”
“I figured
you’d be fast asleep by now.”
The
waitress set down his water and utensils and he nodded thanks before looking at
Julia again. “Nope. Just finished wrapping up the piece for the morning news.
Nick dumped me here before taking off to the studio.”
They were
in the heart of the city, an area with new residential building going up every
week. Julia lived in a loft only two blocks away. “Oh? So you live close, or is
he coming back for you?”
“I live a
couple of blocks from here in one of the new high-rises.”
“Hmm.”
“So…that
was some fire, huh?”
She hid a
grin by taking a sip of water. He never seemed to know what to say to her. All
of their conversations had consisted of talking about firefighting.
“Um…yeah.
It was really…hot.”
He snorted
a laugh and shook his head. “Yeah.”
She set
her glass down and turned to fully face him. “Trevor, why can’t you talk to me
like I’m a woman, and not just a firefighter?”
Both brows
went up in true surprise. “I talk to you like you’re a woman.”
“Bull.
What’s my favorite color? My middle name? The last book I read?”
He looked
completely dumbfounded for a moment and she almost took pity on him. But then
he shrugged and turned to fully face her. “You know I don’t know any of those
things. But, have you considered you don’t know those things about me either?”
She opened
her mouth to give a sarcastic response, but stopped herself and snapped it
shut.
“Ha,” he
said. “Nothing to say to that, huh?”
“Well…okay,
you’re right. So tell me.”
“Tell you
what?”
She rolled
her eyes. “Your favorite color, your middle name, and the last book you read.”
He spun
back to face the counter and motioned for the waitress. Julia waited patiently
as he placed his breakfast order before facing her again.
“All
right. Blue, Marcus, and The Art of War.”
“I see.”
He rolled
the finger of one hand toward her with an expectant look on his face. She
smiled and gave in. “Purple, Grace, and The
Pale Horseman.”
He looked
completely surprised again. “Yeah? You like Bernard Cornwell?”
“I love
him. You?”
“Yeah,
he’s pretty good.”
Her food
arrived and she dug in while he talked of the Cornwell books he liked the most.
Once his food was set before him they shared a companionable silence as they
ate. Their coffees were refilled and the diner slowly came to life. The minutes
slipped away as they talked some more and eventually became more friends than
acquaintances.
Finally, Julia covered a yawn with one hand
and glanced out the window. “Damn. Is that the sun?”
He turned
to look and laughed. “Yup. Looks like we brought in the dawn.”
“I need to
get home and get some sleep.”
“Probably
not a bad idea.”
He grabbed
both checks and before she could protest headed for the cashier. She just
smiled as she followed him out the door. “Want a ride home?”
He looked
down the street at the light traffic. “It’s not far.”
“Yeah, but
you’ll sweat off all the food you just ate before you walk three steps. My car
has great air-conditioning.”
He laughed
and nodded his agreement. “Okay, you win.”
Julia had
a sinking suspicion she knew where he lived as he pointed in the direction of
her building. Sure enough, they soon realized they were neighbors.
“How long
have you lived here?” he asked.
“About
three months. You?”
“Almost a
year.”
He
followed her up two flights of stairs, but stopped at the landing to the third
floor. “I’m up there.”
She
watched him motion with his chin and fought the urge to grab his hand.
“Oh. I’m
here on two. Do you wanna…have some coffee?”
Never mind
the two pots they’d most likely had at the diner. Julia couldn’t silence the
urge she had to spend more time in Trevor’s presence. She was exhausted, her
muscles were sore, and she needed to pee. But the idea of letting him walk away
seemed too final. After the past year of dancing around each other, getting him
to even talk to her felt like some sort of miracle. She wasn’t usually this
daring with a man she hadn’t actually dated yet, but this one time she wanted
to take a chance.
“Um…are
you sure?”
She almost
laughed at his question because she wasn’t sure at all. But there was no way
she’d let him know that. “Yeah, of course.”
He smiled
and her heart melted a little. She turned away quickly to hide any tell-tale
signs on her face and led the way to her door.
Trevor
wanted to kick himself. What the hell was he doing? Warning bells were going
off in his head as he watched Julia’s fine rear-end lead him down the hallway.
He tried to remember the reasons he had convinced himself getting to know her
was a bad idea, but they had all disappeared the moment she smiled at him.
Sitting down beside her at the diner had been a momentary lapse in judgment,
but he couldn’t regret it. He’d learned over the past couple of hours that she
was an amazing woman.
Now he
just had to keep his cool. The last thing he wanted was another cup of coffee
but he also didn’t want to go home to his lonely loft just yet. No, spending
even five more minutes with her would be time well spent.
They
walked into her place and he looked around at the finely decorated open space.
She had an eye for nice things, but he could tell nothing was over-the-top
expensive. If anything, Julia seemed to know what went well on a firefighter’s
budget and he admired the feminine touches. Overall, it had a warm, lived-in
look.
“Do you
want coffee?” she asked.
Her
nervousness was palpable and endearing. Now that he was in her place she didn’t
seem to know what to do with him. He took pity on her and closed the distance.
“Hey.” He
cupped her face in both hands and placed a soft kiss on her pretty, pink lips.
“It’s just me. You know me.”
Her
breasts rose as she took a deep breath and his attention was momentarily
snared. He fought to raise his gaze and noticed moisture in her eyes. Crap.
“Yeah,”
she whispered. “I know you. But do you know me?”
He ran his
thumbs over her cheeks before letting his hands drop to her waist. Then he
slowly pulled her into his arms. He rested his chin on her head and held her.
“Yeah, baby, I know you. I’ve been fighting this insane urge I’ve had to know
you better for months. But now, fighting it doesn’t seem like such a good idea
anymore.”
“Why were
you fighting it? You had to know I’ve wanted to spend time with you. I never
made it a secret.”
He smiled
as he remembered the heated looks she’d given him when they crossed paths. It
had taken a lot of willpower to ignore those. “I know. I’m just an idiot, I
guess. It’s been a while since I’ve really dated a woman seriously. I usually
just go out for a good time on the weekends.”
She pulled
away and frowned at him. “I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl, Trevor. I
thought you knew that.”
“I do.”
“So…what
are you doing here?”
He took
the time to think about it, knowing this answer would be one of the most important
things he ever said to her. “I’m here to start something that will last a hell
of a lot longer than one night.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
He took
the step separating them and kissed her again. Suddenly, all the reasons he’d
told himself to stay away from her no longer mattered. As he pulled her back
into his arms he realized she fit against him perfectly, like two pieces of a
puzzle. The soft curves he’s been dreaming about melted against his hard planes
and calm acceptance filled him. This was right.
“Trevor?”
“Hmm?”
“I don’t
believe in one-night stands, or taking a guy to bed after only one date.”
“Okay.”
“But, I
think technically we’ve just spent two days together and it’s no longer night
time.”
He glanced
out the window at the slowly rising sun. Then he turned back to her with a
grin. “I’m off the next couple of days. So, if it’ll help I can just stay in
your bed until we know each other better.”
She
laughed and left his arms, turning away from him. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
Then she
whipped off her shirt and walked away.
“Hot damn,
am I glad I was called for that warehouse fire.”
He
followed the trail of discarded clothes to her bedroom and prepared to help the
firefighter heat things up.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Love in Disguise
This short story was originally published in 2009 by Sapphire Blue publishing. They no longer exist and the story has been extended and re-edited by me. Enjoy!
Chapter One
Miranda clenched her
teeth and bit back the foul curse sitting on the tip of her tongue. No way
would she give Trevor’s ex-girlfriend the satisfaction of knowing how much
she’d upset her. So, Felicia was trying to rile her up by arriving on Trevor’s
doorstep first thing on a Saturday morning? Miranda decided to be a gracious
host and knock the bitch down a peg. She would feel a whole lot better if
Trevor simply threw Felicia out the door, but knew better than to expect him to
do so.
“Good morning,
Felicia. Would you like some coffee?” she asked.
Perfectly sculpted
eyebrows shot into Felicia’s hairline, as if she hadn’t known damn well Miranda
was in residence. Not only was Miranda’s car sitting beside Trevor’s in the
driveway, her things were scattered all over the front hallway from their
impatience last night. They had barely made it through the door before Trevor
had undressed them both. His usually empty front hallway looked like a closet
had exploded in it.
Miranda pasted on an
indulgent smile as Trevor finally peeled Felicia off him and gently, but
firmly, pushed her away. He stood in nothing but cotton pajama pants, his dark
brown hair standing out in all directions. The doorbell had woken both of them
but he’d told her to stay put while he answered it. The sound of Felicia’s
high-pitched squeal had Miranda almost running to the front of the house. Now
she held Trevor’s worried gaze as she assessed the situation she had walked
into. His hazel eyes held a hint of anger and annoyance but he hadn’t tossed
Felicia out the door. Curiosity almost beat out Miranda’s anger. She wanted to
know what Felicia had said to gain entrance but refused to outright ask.
Trevor sauntered over
with an apologetic grin and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. To his credit
he never shied away from public displays of affection in front of his ex or
anyone else.
“Good morning, baby.
Sorry if we woke you.”
His deep, sexy rumble
slid down her spine and melted her on the spot. If they had been alone she
would’ve already been naked. He placed a kiss on her temple as Felicia
straightened her skin-tight tank top and lifted her chin defiantly. Miranda
couldn’t help placing a possessive hand on his bare chest and caressing it just
once.
“Good morning,”
Felicia said a little too loudly. “Coffee would be wonderful.”
Miranda kept her smile
in place as she nodded and turned in the direction of the kitchen. Joy filtered
through her anger when Trevor settled his arm around her waist and walked with
her down the short hallway. He had at least a foot on her, so keeping his arm
in place as they walked took effort on his part. After six months of being with
this wonderful man, she wasn’t about to let him go without a fight. She was
just happy to see he appeared to feel the same. They were good together and had
a lot in common. She’d never clicked so easily with a man in her life. He
seemed to be really happy too…at least he hadn’t voiced any complaints yet.
A single insecurity
nagged at the back of her mind, but she pushed it away and concentrated on
making coffee. So what if Felicia could pull off outfits with her voluptuous
figure that would make Miranda look like an adolescent playing dress-up in her
mom’s clothes. Trevor didn’t seem to
care and he was the only one she needed to impress. Right?
“Babe, you want eggs
and toast?”
Trevor’s deep, sexy
voice intruded on her thoughts and Miranda looked up to find him a breath away.
Felicia was primly sitting at the kitchen table, watching his every move.
“Um, sure. Sounds
good.”
He smiled and kissed
her on the mouth. Just a quick touch of his warm lips, but it was enough to
send her pulse into overdrive. She always reacted to him instantly no matter
how brief the touch.
He winked, as if he
knew exactly what he did to her and turned toward the refrigerator. Not one to
put up with being ignored, Felicia spoke up into the charged silence.
“Oooh, I just love the
way you make eggs, Trevor. Looks like I arrived right on time.”
Miranda slammed the
cabinet door, fighting the urge to lob a ceramic mug at Felicia’s head. Trevor
glanced at her with a brow raised but Miranda just smiled at him.
“So, Felicia, what
brings you by so early on a Saturday morning?” Miranda asked.
The bimbo sat up
straighter, as if to look down her nose at Miranda who stood a few feet away.
Miranda ignored her and poured the coffee.
“I was in the area and
thought I’d drop in for a quick—… er, hello.”
From the corner of her
eye, Miranda saw Trevor frown down at the pan in front of him. She was glad he
didn’t verbally respond.
“Oh? Well, now that
you’ve gotten your hello out of the
way—”
“Plus I know Trevor’s
always up early on Saturdays for his run.”
Miranda didn’t say
anything else as she set a cup of steaming coffee in front of the whore. Her
hands were almost trembling with the effort it took not to accidentally spill the hot liquid over Felicia’s sorry excuse for
an outfit. Only knowing her large breasts would be more noticeable beneath wet
cloth stayed Miranda’s hand.
“Yeah, well, I got a
good work-out in last night instead.”
Trevor’s deep voice,
with his usual hint of humor, pulled Miranda’s thoughts back from images of
Felicia’s scalded skin. She remembered her bra lying on the floor almost
directly in front of the door and nearly laughed out loud. Yeah, there was no
hiding their impatience last night. Where had her panties landed? She wasn’t
even sure. She bit her lip to keep from laughing.
Felicia’s face
reddened until she looked as if she was choking, and Miranda had a moment of
indecision on whether or not to give her aid. But then the bitch cleared her
throat and picked up her coffee cup, clearly at a loss for words after Trevor’s
comment.
Miranda returned to
the counter to get her own cup of coffee, surprised to find Trevor waiting with
a full cup already poured for her. A glance showed it just the right shade of
light brown. He knew exactly how she liked it.
“Thank you,” she
mumbled.
He pulled her against
him and kissed her nose before turning to face Felicia.
“So, you’ve stopped by
and said your hello. Now, what do you want, Felicia?” he asked impatiently.
Felicia put her coffee
cup down and pouted, thrusting out her chest in a slow movement designed to
make men beg. Not only was Trevor not begging, Miranda was happy to note his
gaze didn’t appear to drop below Felicia’s chin.
“Like I said, I just
wanted to stop by. You’re not happy to see me, Trevor? I thought we were
friends.”
His brows shot up in
apparent surprise and Miranda didn’t know whether to laugh or pity the stupid
bitch. It was Felicia who had ended their relationship almost a year ago. She
was the idiot who let this amazing man go. He hadn’t exactly seemed heartbroken
when Miranda had met him, but she had never asked for details of the breakup. A
couple of his and Felicia’s mutual friends still treated Miranda like an
outsider, but for the most part everyone seemed happy for Trevor. His best
friend, Alex, certainly seemed to approve of her.
Trevor sighed and ran
a hand through his hair, mussing it even more.
“Do you want the
truth?” he asked.
Miranda stifled a
laugh as Felicia gasped.
“Trevor! You can’t
really mean you’re not happy to see me.”
He shook his head and
slowly released Miranda to turn back to the food on the stove.
“Take it however you
want, Felicia. The truth is I don’t appreciate you showing up like this. You
could have at least called first.”
“I didn’t think friends needed an appointment to drop
by.”
Trevor grimaced and
Miranda sighed. She knew throwing the friend card at him would only make him
feel guilty. He was the type of guy who would do anything for his friends and
unfortunately Felicia still fell into that category. Apparently they had known
each other for years, even before being in a relationship. They were two of a
pretty close knit group from their grade school days. Felicia was always quick to
remind Trevor of that connection when it suited her.
“Isn’t it a little
early for a social call? Even for a friend?”
Miranda asked.
She immediately
regretted it when Trevor’s hand froze over the pan. Maybe she should have just
kept her mouth shut, but this was ridiculous.
Trevor turned the
stove off and glanced at her before turning to face Felicia.
“She’s right, Felicia.
You’re not someone I would expect on my doorstep at this hour unless there was
some kind of emergency. So, what gives?”
He crossed his
muscular arms over his chest and glared at the woman. Miranda felt only
slightly better at his obvious annoyance.
Felicia pouted again
but it had just as little affect as before. Finally, as if sensing she was in a
losing battle, she set her coffee cup on the table with a thud.
“Well, I didn’t mean
any harm. I just wanted to say hello. I guess I’ll leave now.”
Trevor dropped his
arms and nodded before turning back to the pan on the stove.
“That’s probably a
good idea. See ya’ later.”
With his back turned he
missed the anger that flashed across Felicia’s face. Miranda saw it and
immediately put her cup down on the counter. If this bitch was going to get
violent Miranda would be more than happy to reciprocate.
Felicia slowly stood
and pulled her purse strap over her shoulder. It was a deep burgundy to match
the slutty four-inch heels peeking out from beneath her skin-tight jeans.
“Well, if that’s how
you feel then I guess I’ll just go.”
Trevor didn’t bother
turning around as Felicia stepped away from the table slowly. She kept her gaze
on him as if expecting him to try and stop her. After nearly a minute, she
finally huffed out a breath and walked out of the kitchen.
“Lock the door on your
way out, okay?” he called over his shoulder.
A feminine growl of
outraged echoed back and Miranda snorted out a laugh.
“I better go make sure
she leaves without breaking anything on the way out,” she said.
Before she could take
a step away, Trevor grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into a tight
hug.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I
swear I’ll make it up to you after breakfast.”
He kissed her on the
temple and let her go, turning back to finish preparing their breakfast.
Miranda watched him for a second then headed to the front door.
Trevor set two plates
of eggs, bacon and toast on his kitchen table and released a sigh of relief.
Miranda didn’t seem nearly as upset as she had a right to be. He couldn’t
believe Felicia had the nerve to show up on his doorstep, especially with
Miranda’s car in his driveway. It just proved how selfish Felicia still was,
and made him even happier to be done with her for good.
Like a ray of
sunshine, Miranda glided back into the kitchen and his breath caught. She was
so beautiful, even wearing nothing but his robe that was at least two sizes too
big. Her shoulder-length black hair curled around her heart-shaped face,
framing the sun-kissed skin he couldn’t seem to touch enough. Large brown eyes
gave her a look of innocence that had captured his attention the first time he
saw her.
Her natural grace and
generosity shone like a beacon from within, a deep contrast to Felicia’s cold
vanity. There was no comparing the two women. He knew he was definitely getting
the better end of the deal with Miranda in his life, and just prayed his luck
would hold out for the remainder.
She smiled at him as
she approached the table but it didn’t reach her eyes. He swallowed hard,
fighting the fear of her rejection. If she hadn’t stormed out within the first
moment of finding Felicia clinging to him in the front hallway, then there was
still hope. There had to be.
He cleared his throat
and searched for something to say.
“Do you need more
coffee, baby?”
She sat down and
looked around the kitchen. He followed her gaze to see her cup on the counter
and immediately went for it. He put both their cups on the table, as she pushed
Felicia’s cup away with the tip of one finger, and sat down beside her.
“Thank you. This looks
delicious,” she said quietly.
She didn’t look up
when he set his hand on her knee, so he slid it up a couple of inches and
squeezed.
“You’re welcome,
beautiful.” She smiled but remained silent as she pushed the food around on her
plate. “I’m really sorry about the rude awakening. Felicia knows you stay here
on the weekend. There’s no excuse for her showing up like that.”
Miranda glanced at him
as if choosing her response carefully and he barely stifled the urge to pull
her into his lap.
“I don’t blame you,
Trevor. You can’t be responsible for her actions.”
A knot seemed to
loosen in his chest and he breathed easier. She seemed about to say more but
just flashed another smile at him before taking a bite of her eggs. He felt as
if he was missing something important but for the life of him couldn’t tell
what. After a few more seconds of watching her, he ate his breakfast.
It took all his
concentration to finish his food with Miranda sitting in nothing but his robe,
close enough to touch. Her natural beauty was what originally held his
attention, but once he got to know her he realized she had so much more to offer.
Her intelligence was off the charts and her generosity never ceased to amaze
him. True her figure wasn’t in line with the women he normally dated, but being
with someone who cared about more than her nails was a refreshing change.
He swallowed the last
of his coffee as she slipped her fork from her mouth. Soft, pink lips pouted
ever so slightly as she chewed and his cock was immediately at attention. It
never took much with her. He sat back and adjusted himself through his
well-worn sweats, catching her curious gaze.
“I wasn’t too rough
last night, was I?” he asked.
She smiled and shook
her head as she lifted her coffee cup to her mouth. He fought a groan as the
tip of her tongue peaked out to swipe across her lips.
“No, you
were…perfect.”
She still had a hint
of hesitation in her voice he didn’t have a clue how to deal with. Well, if his
words weren’t enough to reassure her of his desire he would show her instead.
Even as the last of Felicia’s overwhelming perfume faded from the kitchen, he
couldn’t wait to get his hands on Miranda’s sweet body.
He stood and quickly
snatched their empty plates from the table, doing nothing to hide the erection
tenting the front of his sweats. Her eyes widened the slightest bit but she
said nothing as he took the dirty dishes to the sink. His hands shook as he set
them down and he nearly dropped them. A laugh of self-deprecation slipped out.
Only Miranda got him riled up this quickly.
“What’s so funny?”
Her soft voice sounded
from directly behind him as her warm breath ghosted across his back. She leaned
past him to place the coffee cups in the sink. He shivered and turned to pull
her into his arms.
“My reaction to you.
I’m hard as stone just from watching you eat.”
Her brows shot up, but
before she could say a word he leaned in to take advantage of her open mouth.
Heaven. She tasted
like coffee, maple-flavored bacon and her own unique essence. The combination
made him growl as he tightened his hold. One hand cupped the back of her head
while he let the other roam over her enticing backside. She moaned and melted
against him in complete surrender. Just the way he liked her.
The edge of the sink
was a small discomfort across his waist as he leaned back and held her against
him. All of her softest parts cradled the hardest parts of him and he reveled
in how perfectly they fit together. No woman had ever felt so right in his
arms. Only Miranda.
She pulled back from
his kiss to catch her breath and but he wasn’t ready to stop tasting her yet.
He moved his attention down her jawline to her sensitive neck and bit lightly.
She shivered and he tightened his hold.
“Tr-Trevor…”
He smiled to himself
at her reaction, loving how responsive she always was to his touch. A quick tug
pulled open the sash of his robe hiding her perfection from his hungry gaze.
She didn’t try to stop him, just leaned back to allow the robe to part so he
could look his fill.
“You’re so beautiful,
babe. I want to taste every inch of you.”
She sighed out a laugh
and shrugged out of his robe, letting it fall in a heap at her feet.
“What’s stopping you?”
He raised a brow at
the challenge in her voice, despite the playful smirk she wore. He knew he
hadn’t mistaken the wariness in her gaze as they ate. Now it was time to take
all her concerns away for at least a little while.
Without another word
he set to the task of sampling whatever bare skin he could reach without
releasing her from his grasp. He nibbled on her earlobe before placing a kiss
on her chin. She gasped as he ran the tip of his tongue down her throat to her
collarbone. Small bumps immediately rose along her arm and she shivered.
“Cold?” he asked.
“A little.”
He chuckled. “Not for
long.”
He tightened his hold
on her waist and lifted her from the floor, taking the few steps back to the
kitchen table. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“The table, Trevor?”
He grinned. “Oh yeah.
Why do you think I was so quick to clear it?”
He set her down gently
then made quick work of stripping stepping out of his pants. Miranda’s gaze
dropped to his jutting cock and she licked her lips. He groaned and stroked
himself in one hand.
“Now, none of that,”
she teased, sitting up to push his hand away. “That’s mine to play with.”
He chuckled and let
her fondle him. “Yeah it is,” he sighed, letting his head drop back.
She urged him closer,
until her warm thighs rested against his hips and their most sensitive spots
were a breath apart. After six months of being exclusive, they had recently had
a heart-to-heart discussion about protection. Tests from their doctors, as well
as a shot in the arm from hers, assured both everything was covered. He loved having
the freedom to take her anytime, anyplace without that added concern.
She stroked his hard
cock from root to tip and then back again before cradling his balls in one soft
palm. He groaned as she smiled slyly. It had taken a couple of months before
they had sex for the first time, but he had been content to wait. She had been
worth it. Now she was as uninhibited around him as any woman he had ever been with,
even more than a couple of them. Her obvious trust filled him with pride and
made the sex that much better.
She held his sac in
one hand while the other rubbed the moisture seeping from his cock all around
the head. He allowed it for less than a minute. His arousal quickly reached
dangerous heights and he took her by the wrists to stop her play.
“Hey!”
“Give me a break here,
baby. If I let you handle me too long, this will be over before it begins.”
She smiled and let him
move her hands to lay flat beside her thighs as she lay back on the table. He
grasped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the table, hiking her legs
higher on his hips.
“Mmm.”
“Yeah.”
He rubbed the tip of
his cock over her curls mixing the moisture of their combined arousal.
“Stop teasing me and
get on with it,” she whined.
He chuckled and took
his erection in one hand, aiming it right where she wanted.
“Ready?” he asked.
“T-ten minutes ago.”
He tsked in mock
reprimand before plunging into her in one steady thrust. They both moaned and
remained holding each other for a heartbeat to revel in the sensation. Trevor
was the first to move.
“You always feel so
fucking good. Like the first time. Every time.”
Miranda’s smile
finally reached her eyes and his pulse sped for a different reason. Her beauty
never failed to astound him. He pulled back to thrust in again, starting a
slow, steady rhythm. She rocked her hips forward to meet his every thrust and
within minutes their pants and moans echoed off the kitchen walls.
She grasped his
forearms while he held her hips in place. He leaned down to plant a kiss on
each tightened nipple and her nails bit into his skin. He didn’t mind a bit.
The slight sting egged him on and he thrust a bit harder.
“Oh, Trevor.
A…little…more…oh…”
Her inner walls
tightened around his erection and he gasped before speeding up.
“Yeah…me too.”
She reached up so her
short nails bit into his shoulders but he barely felt the sting. All his
concentration centered on plunging into her warmth. She nipped at his chin and
he took over her mouth, sliding his tongue over hers before sucking on it. He
swallowed the sounds of her heightened arousal and knew she was almost there.
He kissed a path down her throat to the top of her small breasts and she leaned
back on her elbows. The change in position made him catch his breath before he
dove in to suck one pert nipple into his mouth.
“Oh god, Trevor!”
She exploded in his
arms, clamping down on his cock and milking his climax right out of him. He
groaned and released her nipple to catch his breath as he continued to slowly
thrust. She eased back onto the table, feet still crossed at the top of his
ass, beautiful breasts heaving in exertion. He watched as her muscles slowly
relaxed. His gaze flowed over her like the fine sheen of sweat clinging to her
skin. Staying in this exact position until he was ready for round two sounded
like a mighty fine idea. Then the phone rang.
He growled in
annoyance but she just giggled. “Damn. I think you’ve killed me,” she
whispered.
He chuckled and eased
out of her with a sigh of regret. “Stay put.”
He walked over to the
sink and grabbed a clean washcloth in one hand and the phone in the other. “Hello?”
“Trevor!”
He sighed as Felicia’s
whiny voice filled his ear and cast a wary glance at Miranda. She was still
relaxed atop the table with her eyes closed and a sated smile on her face. He
placed the washcloth on her thigh and turned away to speak into the phone.
“What do you want,
Felicia?”
Felicia flinched at
Trevor’s uncharacteristic growl but forged ahead with her reason for calling.
“Well, I completely
forgot to ask when I was at your house, but I really need a favor.”
He sighed again and
she could just imagine his eyes rolling as he glanced at that bitch, Miranda.
What the hell did he see in that skinny whore anyway? Miranda didn’t hold a
candle to her in the looks department that was for damn sure.
“Look, I can’t help
you with whatever it is okay? I gotta go.”
“No wait—”
“What?”
“I, uh…well it’s about
Bruiser.”
He growled again and
this time she heard Miranda in the background. God, couldn’t that bitch leave
him alone for two seconds? Trevor responded but his voice was muffled as if his
hand covered the receiver. Felicia strained to make out their conversation but
couldn’t understand a single word.
“What about him?”
Trevor finally asked.
It took a second to
realize he was talking to her again, despite his words being crystal clear.
“Him? Oh! Uh…he has
surgery in a few weeks and I’ll need help getting him home. You know how heavy
he is. There’s no way I’ll be able to lift him from my car while he’s asleep.”
While all of that was
true, it was also true she’d had no less than four offers of help already. But
this would be the perfect way to get Trevor over to her house. Then once he was
in her domain the seduction would really begin. He might be able to fend her
off with Miranda in the same room, but just wait ‘til he was here on her turf.
“I can’t make any
promises, Felicia. Text me the day and time and I’ll see what I can do, okay?
Bye.”
The phone beeped
loudly in her ear once he disconnected the call and she clenched her teeth in
anger.
“I’ll text you all
right, baby. It’ll be whatever time that bitch won’t be around. And then,
you’ll be all mine again.”
She hummed happily to
herself as she looked up the number to the closest veterinarian.
An hour later she
barely suppressed the urge to throw her cell phone against the wall. Trevor’s
phone had been off for almost an hour and she had an ugly suspicion of why.
“Argh! That fucking
bitch!”
She hated Miranda with
every part of her cold, vain heart. That stupid black-haired bimbo had what she
wanted and there was no way she would let her get away with it. True a few
short months ago she hadn’t wanted Trevor anymore. But that was then and this
was now. The CEO she had dumped him for had turned into a world class asshole.
Who cared how much money a guy made if he thought you were his own personal
punching bag? No, she knew better than to let any guy get away with shoving her
just once. That always led to another shove, then a little slap, then before
long a punch in the gut.
“Fuck that,” she said
aloud to her empty bedroom.
She looked around with
a frown at the mess her room, and her life, had become. Whoever said you don’t
know what you got ‘til it’s gone knew what they were talking about. Trevor had
a few faults, but overall he was a damn sight better than the losers she’d been
seeing the past few months. Unfortunately, by the time she figured that out he
had already found Miranda. That stupid bitch.
“Ugh, fuck!”
There was a way to win
him back. There just had to be. All she had to do was figure it out and the
first step would be to make sure he didn’t forget she was around.
Bruiser barked at her
for attention and she grinned as she reached down to pat the top of his head.
“Don’t worry, baby.
We’ll get our Trevor back. Just you wait and see. He’ll come crawling back.”
Chapter Two
Three weeks later.
Trevor took deep even
breaths to keep calm and refrain from screaming at Felicia. This was such a
huge mistake. He had known it from the moment he’d gotten her text and
Miranda’s suspicious gaze had only reaffirmed that conviction. But he had said
yes anyway because this was for Bruiser. He had grown attached to Felicia’s
fifty pound English Bulldog during their relationship. It hadn’t taken long to
realize he missed the dog more than her.
“Oh come on, Trev.
Just one little drink? I’d like to thank you for helping me.”
Felicia’s smooth as
silk voice used to make him sweat in anticipation for whatever she planned to
do with her delectable body. He was sweating for the same reason but it was far
from pleasant. Miranda was at work and knew he was here. But he had promised to
call her the moment he left and the minutes were ticking by.
“I have to go. I took
an extended lunch to help you but I can’t be gone the whole day.”
Felicia pouted in a
way he used to find sexy. Now it just annoyed the hell out of him and made him
want to leave that much faster.
“But, Trev—
“No, Felicia. You
asked for my help getting Bruiser into your house and that’s done. Now I’m
leaving.”
He turned toward the
front door but she sprinted around him and leaned back against it. With one tug
the red wraparound dress she was wearing fell open. She immediately shrugged
and it puddled to the floor, leaving her in a black lace bra and panty set that
was nearly transparent. A few months ago the sight would have dropped him to
his knees. Now he simply stopped, crossed his arms over his chest and glared at
her.
“What the fuck do you
think you’re doing?” he asked.
She grinned and ran a
hand down between her large breasts to her flat stomach.
“Just reminding you of
what I’ve got to offer, baby. I know Halloween isn’t until next week, but I’ve
got your treats right here. Want some?”
She cupped her breasts
in both hands and squeezed them, offering them up like a sacrifice. He didn’t
even drop his gaze.
“No.”
The complete lack of
hesitation in his voice seemed to throw her off guard. Her jaw dropped and she
gaped at him a moment.
“What?”
“You heard me. No.
I’ve got everything I want with Miranda. Now you need to back the fuck off
before you mess things up for me, Felicia. I’m not even kidding.”
She pouted again and he had had enough. He
closed the distance and grasped her shoulders, moving her away form the door
gently but firmly. Her weak arguments barely registered. He had to get out of
here and he needed to do it now.
“But…but…Trevor…”
“Goodbye, Felicia.”
He all but ran out the
door to the sounds of her protests. Luckily her half-dressed state kept her
from following.
Miranda glanced at her
cell phone for what had to be the fiftieth time in the past thirty minutes.
Surely they were done by now. She had acted like it was all okay. What guy
really wanted to deal with a jealous girlfriend? None. So she had been as supportive
of this endeavor as possible. After all, it was for that cute little English
Bulldog and she would have helped too if she could have taken the time off.
But now the minutes
were rapidly slipping past and Trevor hadn’t called to say he was on his way
back to work. He had promised he would and she believed him. So that must mean
he was still at Felicia’s house. Miranda fought back all the horrible images of
what they might be doing, but it was no use. Jealousy and fear spiked until she
was almost sick with it. Why couldn’t she just let this go?
She was two seconds
away from giving in and calling him when her office phone rang. She took a deep
breath to calm her nerves and answered.
“Good morning, this is
Miranda Taylor.”
“Hey beautiful, I
think it’s technically afternoon.”
She smiled and
released a sigh of relief as Trevor’s deep voice washed over her.
“Oh yeah, I guess it
is,” she said weakly.
He chuckled and she
could just picture him heading back to work in his gleaming black pick-up
truck. “Yeah, sorry it’s so late. Have you had lunch yet?”
She bit her lip and
shook her head even though he couldn’t see it.
“No, I was trying to
finish up a report and time kind of got away from me. I’ll probably just run
downstairs for a sandwich or something.”
“Can you leave now and
take your full hour? I’m only two blocks away.”
Her pulse sped up at
the thought of seeing him. “Yeah, absolutely. I’ll be down in just a minute.”
“All right, baby. See
you soon.”
He hung up and she
quickly logged off her computer. She locked her desk drawers and grabbed her
purse before heading out of her small office. It took a minute to locate her
immediate manager and let him know she was taking a late lunch, but with the
weekly report done she was free to go.
As promised, Trevor’s truck
sat idling at the curb when she exited the building. She hopped in and quickly
looked him over. Not a hair was out of place and his usual polo remained tucked
into his neatly pressed slacks. Guilt immediately assailed her for the
suspicions that had been nagging her the past hour.
“Hey, baby. Where do
you want to eat?” he asked.
“Anywhere is fine.
I’ve got an hour.”
He grinned at her and
reached across the bench seat with his palm up. She placed her hand in his
without hesitation.
This is good. Surely he wouldn’t be able to
look me in the eye if anything had happened. I have nothing to worry about.
Trevor’s nerves eased
the second Miranda took his hand. She wasn’t angry. Thank god she was so
understanding. Had their roles been reversed he honestly couldn’t say he would
have been. He wasn’t usually the jealous type. Hell, his months with the overly
flirtatious Felicia had proved that time and again. But with Miranda he found
himself reacting differently if another guy so much as looked at her. She was his, and for the first time in his life
as it applied to another person that truly meant something.
“So…everything go okay
with Bruiser?”
He heard everything
her simple question didn’t ask and wanted to laugh. Apparently he wasn’t the
only one dealing with jealousy. But what about trust?
“Yeah, the surgery
went as planned as far as I know. I didn’t get there until it was time to load
him up for the ride home. Poor guy was out like a light.”
He glanced over to
catch her smile and smiled back.
“That’s good. I’ve
always liked dogs. The only reason I don’t have one yet is because I’d hate to
leave him home alone all the times I’m gone. It’s just not feasible right now.”
He nodded his
understanding as a plan began to form in his mind. “Makes sense. I’ve never really
thought about having a pet myself,” he said with a shrug.
He pulled into a
Mexican restaurant he knew had quick, friendly service. Miranda said nothing as
they left the truck and walked inside. The hostess seated them at a booth, but
rather than sitting across the table he nudged Miranda over and sat beside her.
She laughed.
“You know, there’s a
whole other seat on the other side of this table.”
He grinned and
stretched his arm out behind her along the top of the seat. They were in a back
corner facing the wall. Painted glass panels separated the booths for added
intimacy. No one would be able to see or hear anything from their little
private corner.
“Yeah, I noticed that
too. But I like this seat better.”
She grinned and one
sculpted brow rose in challenge.
“Oh? Well then move
out and I’ll switch so you can have it all to yourself.”
“Oh, no. I like it
just like this, with you to warm my side.”
The waitress arrived
for their drink order before Miranda could respond. As soon as they were alone
again she settled against him.
“I guess sitting next
to you will be okay. Just make sure you give me room when our food gets here.”
He nodded and glanced over his shoulder to gauge how long
the waitress would be with their drinks. Miranda didn’t seem to notice as she perused
the menu.
“Hey, baby, did I tell
you I think you look totally hot in that skirt suit?”
A pretty crimson
flushed her face and she smiled but didn’t look at him. She shrugged slightly
and shook her head. “No, you didn’t. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
It took a few seconds to decide on his order, then the
waitress arrived with their drinks. She was gone from the table in under a
minute. He nuzzled Miranda’s neck, placing a kiss just beneath her ear before
whispering into it.
“Take off your panties and give them to me.”
She jolted but remained against him, tightly nestled beneath
his chin. He could almost hear the argument in her head as she debated whether
or not to do as he commanded. It seemed long minutes passed before he heard the
soft sound of her heels hitting the floor.
She had to be out of her mind. Stripping off her panties in
a public restaurant! A thrill shot through her even as apprehension settled on
her shoulders. But really what was the harm? They had just placed their orders
so the waitress would be away for at least fifteen minutes. No one could see
them and with her knee-length skirt no one would know. She bit her lip to
stifle a laugh as she slowly inched her skirt upwards.
Beside her, Trevor stiffened and as she leaned forward to
slide her panties over her knees she glanced at his crotch. Yup, the slacks
were definitely straining where they hadn’t been before. That thought shot
another thrill through her with a sense of feminine power. She loved getting
such an immediate reaction out of him. Within heartbeats her panties were off
and her skirt back in place. She held the crumpled silk in one fist and finally
looked up at her lover.
Trevor’s eyes had darkened and he was breathing harder than
before. He looked into her eyes before gently grabbing her chin and placing a
hard kiss on her mouth.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he whispered.
Replying would have required breath she simply didn’t have
in her lungs, so she just smiled instead.
He took the panties from her and looked at them for a few
seconds before slipping them into his pants pocket.
“And just what do you
plan to do with those?” she asked.
He grinned and sipped
his soda before answering.
“When I get back to my
office I’m going to put them in the top right hand drawer that stays locked at
all times. Then the next time I’m missing you I can take them out and feel like
you’re right there with me.”
She snorted out a
laugh but quickly covered her mouth with one hand. He just grinned.
“Um…I really think a
photograph would have been easier,” she said.
“I beg to differ. Just
watching you take them off made my whole day.”
She shook her head and
sipped her tea as he watched in a haze of fascination. How could this one woman
make even the simplest tasks look sexy?
“You’re crazy,” she
said, but the humor in her voice took the sting out of the words.
“Crazy about you.”
She put her drink down
and turned so she was facing him, her shoulder pressed against his. “Yeah? I’m
pretty crazy about you too. I hate for you to have to walk out of here like
this.”
She settled her small
hand against his erection and it leapt in anticipation. She giggled.
“Someone might notice
me taking care of it,” he whispered.
She bit her lip and
glanced around his shoulder. “If we had the time…”
He groaned at the
image that simple sentence evoked. “Oh believe me, if we had the time I would
be doing all sorts of things to you under this table.”
She giggled again,
gave his cock a soft squeeze, and turned to face front just as the waitress
arrived with their food.
“Next time we’re going to the Italian place
down the road,” he said once the waitress was gone again.
Miranda frowned as she
swallowed a bite of food. “The one that’s always packed?”
“Yup. They have a
couple of hidden tables and though their service is good it is very, very
slow.”
She smiled and ate
another bite.
By the time they
finished eating his erection had subsided enough for him to walk out of the
restaurant. He took her back to work but made her promise to follow him home at
the end of the day. He had spent the past couple of nights at her place even
though it was further from town. It was the only way to be sure Felicia
wouldn’t show up. Thoughts of her intruded on his peace as he headed back to
work. He knew he needed to do something about her. He didn’t want to be an
asshole, but she was really getting on his nerves. All it would take was one
more intrusion and he would put his foot down once and for all. If she couldn’t
handle being just friends, then he didn’t need her in his life at all. He
wasn’t willing to risk his relationship with Miranda. He just prayed Miranda
realized that too.
* * * * *
The following week
passed slowly and though Felicia barely made an appearance, she called Trevor
multiple times a day. He couldn’t change his phone number because of work but
Miranda wished he would be more firm when that conniving whore called. There
was always some ridiculous reason Felicia just had to talk to him right away. She always called at the worst
times, interrupting their lovemaking on more than one occasion.
“You know…” Miranda
said cautiously, ”you could just turn your phone off for a couple of hours. I
mean…not all night of course. Maybe
just an hour or two?”
She was cradled
against Trevor’s chest, both of them still trying to catch their breath after
an amazing bout of sex. His brow wrinkled in a slight frown and she grimaced in
anticipation of an angry reply.
“I shouldn’t have to.
I just wish that bitch would get the fucking hint already.”
She relaxed the
slightest bit, seeing his anger wasn’t directed at her suggestion.
“Well, have you told
her you’ve had enough?”
He sighed and wrapped
his free arm around her waist, hugging her more tightly to him. It did her
heart good to see how well they fit together.
“Yeah, pretty much,”
he said quietly.
She suspected that
really meant no. Trevor was such a nice guy at heart. He would never
intentionally hurt someone he considered a friend. For whatever reason, Felicia
was still in that category.
“But I don’t want to
talk about her anymore,” he said, before rolling on top of her.
He kissed her mouth
with intense concentration that sped her pulse into overdrive. Then he moved
down her chin to her throat. The amount of time he spent on her breasts was
almost nonexistent but she ignored it as usual. How could she find fault in his
lovemaking when he always made her feel so good?
Ugly thoughts and
fears tried to intrude. She pushed them away, shutting her eyes tight and
turning her head away as if that would help. Trevor didn’t notice. He was
already moving further down her body. He made love to her slowly, sweetly, but
the pain in her heart never fully went away. Insecurities like this had never
been a problem before and she realized it was because no other guy had ever
meant so much. That realization scared the hell out of her as well as knowing
she would have to do something about it soon. Halloween was in two days. That’s
when she would get her answer.
* * * * *
Annoyance filled
Felicia at what was really a hopeless situation. Trevor had all but told her to
fuck off. Actually he’d pretty much said that when she’d trapped him in her
house after bringing Bruiser home from surgery. But she couldn’t let that deter
her. He was too good to let go of so easily. He was steadily moving up the
corporate ladder and had friends in high places. He was an all around nice guy
and damn he looked good in a pair of jeans. Basically he was the whole package
and she just had to get him back.
“One way or another,
bitch. That man is mine.”
She picked up the
sheer black dress she planned to wear tonight. It was Halloween and her first
treat of the evening would be finding Trevor ready and willing.
“If this dress doesn’t
do it, I don’t know what will,” she whispered.
An hour later she was
at his closed office door, listening intently for any sound from inside. His
truck was in the parking garage even though it was past quitting time. Luckily,
she hadn’t encountered anyone else on the floor and his harpy secretary was
already gone.
After satisfying
herself that he was alone inside, she turned the knob slowly and quietly
entered the room. His dark head was bent over a stack of paperwork on his desk.
His cell phone was close at hand but luckily he wasn’t on it. A glance showed
they were alone in the room, just as she had hoped. She shut the door with a
click and immediately locked it behind her.
“Felicia? What are you
doing here?”
She smiled and dropped
her purse onto the floor as she sashayed to his desk, swinging her hips as
seductively as she knew how. He frowned as his gaze roamed over her barely
there dress.
“Happy Halloween,
baby. I’m your treat,” she said.
Trevor stood slowly
and leaned his fists on top of his desk. He didn’t look at all happy to see
her.
“I’m trying to finish
up here so I can meet Miranda at Alex’s new club. Again, what are you doing here?”
She pouted and put her
hands on her hips, thrusting her breasts forward. The top of her dress barely
covered her nipples, she had made double sure of that in the car mirror, but he
didn’t seem to notice.
“I just told you,
Trevor, I’m your treat. Sweet as candy, baby. I’m giving you a second chance. I
know you didn’t have time the other day, so I came to you instead. Ready for
me?”
He straightened with a
sigh and ran both hands through his hair. It was his annoyed look and one she
had seen often during their relationship.
“No, Felicia, I’m not.
I don’t want you anymore than you wanted me almost a year ago when you called
it quits. I don’t want to have a fling. I don’t want to fuck you in my office.
I just want you to leave, okay?”
Anger surged through
her in a torrent of aggravation and humiliation. How could he say no to all
this? She stomped one high-heeled foot on his plush carpet and glared at him.
“You’ve got to be
fucking kidding me! What does she have that I don’t, huh Trevor? Tell me that.
What can that prissy little girl give you that I, a real woman, can’t?”
True anger slowly
overtook his expression and for the first time fear lifted its little head in
the back of her mind. She dropped her hands from her hips and took a step back
as he slowly walked around his desk.
“Now, I’ve told you
before not to talk about her. I’ve told you I didn’t mind still being friends. I
tried to be patient with you and blow off your constant flirting and annoying
harassment. But you’ve gone too fucking far this time, Felicia. I don’t think
being friends is such a good idea after all.”
“B-but, Trevor—”
He grasped her arm
just above her elbow, not quite hurting but too hard for her to pull away. “Now,
I want you to walk right back out this door and don’t come back. And I want you
to stay away from my apartment too. Got it?”
“Oh come on. You can’t
really mean that.”
“I do, and I’m dead
serious, Felicia. Don’t come by. Don’t call me. Hell, I don’t even want you
asking our mutual friends about me.”
He had paraded her out
of his office and straight to the elevators, even stopping to pluck her purse
from his office floor. He punched the button with such force she vaguely
wondered if he’d hurt his finger. Never had she seen him so angry. Not even
when she’d broken up with him.
“But I thought we were
friends,” she whined.
He laughed without a
hint of humor in his voice. “Yeah? Is that what you thought? Well, friends
don’t act like you’ve been acting, and I don’t need friends like you. You’re
just lucky Miranda trusts me and has been so damn patient about your antics. If
you show up at my place again, I’m calling the cops.”
The elevator door slid
open and he shoved her inside. She teetered on her heels and spun around just
as he threw in her purse. He reached in to punch the first floor button and
gave her one last warning.
“I’m not joking,
Felicia. The next time you show up, I’ll have a restraining order issued.”
The elevator doors
slid shut on his fuming glare and she could barely catch her breath. How had it
gone so terribly wrong? She had no idea but his message was loud and clear. He
truly didn’t want her anymore. She didn’t stop trembling until she reached her
car.
* * * * *
Miranda took a deep
breath as the taxi pulled up to the curb. Apprehension filled her as thoughts
of the night ahead played through her mind. This could be a disaster. If Trevor
fell for her ruse she would know the truth and accept the painful consequences.
If not…well, she just hoped he wouldn’t be too angry at her deception. Sweat
beaded at the small of her back and she straightened her shoulders with effort.
She had to do this for her own piece
of mind.
They’d been together seven
months and she could no longer ignore her nagging suspicions that Trevor might
want more than she had to offer. Felicia kept showing up and though he seemed
annoyed, he still tolerated her with calm politeness. Miranda hadn’t been the
jealous sort before and didn’t like that she was turning into one now. It just
proved her feelings for him were more serious than any other guy she’d ever
dated, even if he did seem to overlook her breasts whenever they had sex. She
had tried to ignore that one nagging doubt, but just couldn’t do it anymore.
She adjusted her mask
and corset then paid the driver before stepping carefully out of the car. Her
short black leather dress barely covered her ass where a glued on tail
completed her costume. Luckily living in south Texas usually meant warm Halloweens.
Tonight was no exception to that rule. The damp heat frizzed out her carefully
coifed hair and threatened her water-proof mascara. She knew it wasn’t the
humidity alone making her sweat. Her piece of mind was riding on this little
experiment.
She eyed the dance club warily, and fought the
urge to tug down her dress as she passed the line and walked straight to the
roped off entrance. A heady beat pulsed over the sidewalk and through the soles
of her boots. Normally the music would relax her as she got into the rhythm,
but tonight her nervousness took center stage. There was a lot riding on this
little stunt. She hadn’t decided on exactly what she would do if Trevor proved
her right, but breast enhancements were one idea she’d considered. The other
was one she didn’t want to consider. Dumping him would completely shatter her
heart.
The doorman eyed her
up and down, barely looking at her invitation before letting her into the
exclusive club. Her lips twitched and she fought back a snort at his reaction.
Trevor’s best friend, Alex, was a co-owner of the new club, and had made Trevor
promise to attend the big Halloween bash. Miranda had agreed but told Trevor to
meet her here. This would be a test of sorts. She just hoped she could handle
the results.
Once through the
ornate double glass doors, the three-inch heels of her thigh-high, black
leather boots sank into the plush, blood-red carpet leading through another set
of double doors and into the club’s main room. Upbeat dance music washed over
Miranda, as she took in the scene before her of an ancient Roman bathhouse.
Alex had spared no expense when setting this scene of decadence. Large pools of
steaming, scented water sat in various spots around the spacious room. Marble
benches with velvet cushioned tops ran around each pool holding people in all
types of costumes. Hanging low from the ceiling were electric lights made to
look like brass pans of live flame. Miranda smiled in appreciation and stepped further
into the room.
She kept one hand on
her hip as the other flipped the hip-length blonde tresses of her wig over her
shoulder. She looked like a cross between Cat Woman and Barbie, exactly as
she’d hoped. A month in the planning, this costume would get the truth out of
Trevor whether he wanted to give it or not. She suspected he wasn’t ready for
marriage and she was okay with that. He was only a year older than she and they
were both career minded people. If he would just be honest with her about his
preferences, she was willing to stay with him for the long haul. However, she
refused to be with a man she couldn’t trust.
The memory of Felicia
in Trevor’s arms came to mind and Miranda stumbled. She caught herself on a
nearby marble column and took a deep breath. Trevor had claimed not to want his
ex-girlfriend anymore. However, Felicia’s persistent presence in their lives
was putting a strain on their relationship. The annoying woman made it obvious
she still wanted Trevor, calling at all hours and showing up unannounced. He
had laughed off Miranda’s concerns, but Felicia was so physically different
from her, Miranda couldn’t help but feel intimidated.
She looked up as a
red-horned devil chased a sinfully voluptuous angel past her, making her grin
at their antics and relax a bit. Everyone was decked out for Halloween and the
midnight costume contest. Her costume consisted entirely of a skintight black
leather dress, but the corset beneath was made especially to enhance her assets. She’d paid a lot for the proper
look and now had the appearance of a C-cup rather than an A. The plan was to
find Trevor, flirt like crazy and see if he took the bait. She trusted him not
to cheat on her, but if he couldn’t hide his interest she would know something
had to change.
The room was filled
with people dancing and talking over drinks, sitting on benches and standing
around the heated pools. Trevor would still be in his business suit, looking
sexier than any man in costume. Miranda took a deep breath for courage and
walked down the four steps to the dance floor. Somewhere in the crowd was the
man she’d fallen in love with. She just hoped his feelings for her were deep
enough to overcome Felicia’s persistence.
The deep bass vibrated
through the floor and worked its way up her spine as she headed for one of the
bars set all around the room. She weaved between the gyrating, sweaty bodies
and made it to the end of the main bar to order a shot. Trevor and Alex both
stood over six feet. Finding them shouldn’t be a problem even in this crowd.
She scanned the scene until she spotted them at the other end of the bar, deep
in conversation.
Her pulse sped at the
sight of Trevor, so handsome in his well-tailored business suit. His short
black hair was disheveled as if he’d run his fingers through it a few times,
and he casually held a bottle of beer in one hand. The other hand gestured
wildly as he spoke to Alex, and Miranda smiled at the familiar action. He was
always so passionate when he spoke, she loved to sit and listen to him no
matter the subject. She was definitely in love and vaguely wondered if he had
any clue. Taking her drink in one hand, she clutched her small purse in the
other and made her way to the men.
She paused just before
reaching them, considering for the millionth time if she should go through with
this. But then thoughts of Felicia crossed her mind again and she knew she had
to for her own peace of mind. She threw back the drink clutched in her hand and
set the empty glass down before making her move.
Chapter Three
Alex seemed to notice
her first as a wide grin spread across his face and he turned his attention
away from Trevor. She froze, her breath catching as she wondered if he
recognized her, but then he eyed her up and down so blatantly her fear instantly
dissolved. He’d been friends with Trevor since grade school. There was no way
Alex would ogle her knowing she was Trevor’s woman.
“Hey there, beautiful.
I thought Cat Woman wore pants, but I sure as hell like your choice better.”
His compliment warmed
her and she smiled up at Alex as Trevor turned. It wasn’t Alex’s fault she was
dressed like a bimbo, but she wished he hadn’t reacted to it. A glance at Trevor’s
face showed no recognition as he looked at her. She thrust out her enhanced breasts
and flipped the blonde locks back over her shoulder, gauging his reaction. He
took in her costume, but his gaze didn’t linger on any part of her anatomy.
After a small nod of acknowledgment to her presence, he turned his attention to
the crowd on the dance floor. Miranda fought the urge to throw her arms around
Trevor and looked back at Alex, flashing a grin as she looked him over.
“Thanks. And who are
you supposed to be?”
She’d deepened her
voice as much as she could without sounding ridiculous, praying the music was
too loud for either man to recognize it. That seemed to work as Trevor
continued to ignore her. Alex laughed and stepped closer, coming between them.
“Tonight I’m a
businessman, sweetheart. In real life I’m just a slacker who plays video games
all day.”
Miranda bit back a
laugh, knowing how far from the truth that was. No one worked harder than Alex
and Trevor. She opened her mouth to reply when a red blur breezed past her and
straight into Alex’s arms.
“Alex!”
Everyone froze for a
moment as Alex found himself with an armful of inebriated woman. Miranda nearly
burst into laughter at the scene of his ex-girlfriend, Patty, crawling all over
him.
“Uh, Patty, hello.” He
sent Miranda an apologetic look and tried to pry Patty off him.
She almost felt sorry
for him but knew they’d been having problems. Patty was nice enough, but her
parents walked all over her. Trevor had stated more than once his frustration
of how that affected Alex.
Miranda just grinned
and stepped closer to Trevor. “No worries, Mr. Businessman. I’ll just talk to your friend here.”
Before Trevor could
protest, she grabbed his arm and tugged him toward the dance floor. He seemed
about to resist until Patty burst into tears. Both men flinched, and Trevor
looked like a deer caught in headlights. He waved a hand at Alex, who looked
completely overwhelmed, before stepping away from the bar. Miranda held onto
his arm as they weaved through the packed dance floor.
“Do you dance?”
Trevor looked down at
her, then pointedly at her hand on his arm, before gently prying it loose.
“Yes, but only with my girlfriend. She should be here any minute.”
Elation filled her and
Miranda’s heart sped up at his show of loyalty. She fought the temptation to
reveal herself.
“Well, you can talk to
me until she gets here.”
Trevor sent her a look
of annoyance as he stepped past her. She followed him as he made his way
through the crowd to the foyer at the front of the club. The moment they
stepped through the double doors, the music died down to a tolerable level.
Miranda cleared her throat and hooked her arm through his. Trevor flinched and
looked down at her, seemingly surprised to see her still beside him.
“Look, I’m sorry about
Alex, but I really am waiting for someone.” The smile she beamed at him was
genuine and made him frown. “Do I know you?”
Miranda bit her lip
and prayed the contacts she’d paid too much for were working as Trevor stared
intently into her eyes.
“Not yet, honey, but
you will before the night is over.”
She pressed against
his side, blatantly rubbing her larger breasts against his arm. His look of
curiosity turned into anger as he pried her from his side. He stepped away and
straightened his suit jacket, never once letting his gaze drop below her
shoulders.
“All right, that’s
enough. Look, lady, there are plenty of other men here who will be interested
in what you’re offering. I’m not one of them. Now I’m going outside to wait for
my girlfriend. Why don’t you go find someone else to dance with?”
Before she could
respond, he abruptly turned away and stormed out of the club. As she watched
his back relief filled her, but she knew another battle faced her when she told
him the truth. She swallowed down her apprehension and headed for the restroom.
Trevor nervously paced back and forth along the sidewalk in
front of Alex’s club. Annoyance curled his lip and he felt nearly sick from the
blond’s touch. Never before had a beautiful woman filled him with such dread.
She was everything he used to look for in a woman¾before Miranda. Now all he
could think of was getting away from her as quickly as possible. He kept
imagining Miranda walking in and finding him with the blond clinging to his
arm. The Cat Woman was just what Miranda thought he still wanted, but nothing
was further from the truth. Miranda was perfection to him. Her soft skin,
infectious laugh and uncanny intelligence coalesced into the woman that had
starred in every one of his fantasies since they’d met. He closed his eyes and
ran a hand over his face as he fought memories of the previous night spent in her
bed. The last thing he needed was to get an erection while standing out in
public.
He glanced at his
watch and his concern elevated. Miranda had gotten off work hours ago and
though she had to go home to change, she should’ve arrived already. He pulled
out his cell phone and hit speed dial for her number. She was first on the
list, just as she was first in his life. He took a deep breath as that thought
settled inside his mind. His chest tightened with the knowledge he was in love
with her. A few months ago he might have thought he wasn’t ready to stay
committed to one woman for the rest of his life, but now his heart knew better.
He was more than ready and Miranda was his woman.
On the third ring his pulse began to race as
panic tried to take hold. Various scenes of her hurt or stranded somewhere
played inside his mind. He was about to hang up when she finally answered. “Hello?”
The same beat he felt
thrumming through the sidewalk played in the background.
“Miranda, are you at
the club?”
“Um…yeah. I am.”
Her slight hesitation had
alarm bells ringing in his mind. He tried to detect any hint of jealousy in her
voice, and huffed out in frustration as he wondered if she still worried over
Felicia. He bit back the urge to yell at her for not fully trusting him,
deciding to deal with the matter at hand.
“Where are you? I was
getting worried.”
“I’m, uh…I’m in the
restroom. I’ll be done in a minute.”
“Okay, baby. I’ll be
just outside the door waiting for you.”
He hung up and made
his way back into the club, hurrying to the ladies’ room entrance. A couple of
other men in costume lounged outside the wide doorway waiting for their dates. Trevor
looked around warily, praying the blond wasn’t still around ready to pounce on
him, but she was nowhere in sight.
Deep cushioned sofas
lined the wall outside the ladies’ lounge. He took a seat and tried to relax,
but the sound of Miranda’s voice kept echoing through his mind. Her unfounded
insecurity the past few weeks worried him and he prayed she hadn’t seen him
with the blond. He knew Felicia’s frequent visits had been a problem, but he’d
finally told her to stay away in no uncertain terms. Trying to remain friends
after their break-up had been a mistake. He just hoped Felicia took his warning
to heart because he had had enough. More than enough really. If the tables had
been turned, he would’ve already beat the hell out of any guy hanging around
Miranda that way. Luckily she had been understanding about it.
A few minutes passed
as he sat contemplating Miranda’s insecurities and when they had begun. The
memory of Felicia throwing herself at him made his temperature rise in anger.
The bitch had wanted everyone but him until she saw how happy he was with
Miranda. Felicia had tried to say she wanted him back but he’d turned her down
flat. Miranda was all he needed, all he wanted.
He ran a hand through
his hair impatiently and considered calling her again when she finally stepped
through the doorway. She was a vision in a tight black leather dress that ended
a couple of inches before her thigh-high boots took over. He licked his lips,
thinking about that small patch of bared skin and what it tasted like. Her
black hair rested loosely on her shoulders and her eyes looked a little red. He
shot to his feet as she approached and took her face in his hands.
“What’s wrong, babe?
Have you been crying?” Her lower lip quivered for a moment and he immediately
pulled her into his arms. Concern filled him, though he had no clue what could’ve
upset her. Completely at a loss, he held her tightly to his chest. “Tell
me. What happened? What’s wrong?”
She drew in a deep
breath and tried to move away, pushing lightly against his chest. He resisted
as her warm breath blew across his throat, sending a chill down his spine.
Whatever happened he wouldn’t let her go easily. He was determined to discover
the problem and fix it.
She finally stopped
pushing at his chest and settled against him. “I’m sorry, Trevor. I don’t want
you to think I don’t trust you because I do. I just had to know for sure.”
He closed his eyes and
groaned, despairing in the thought of her still thinking he wanted someone
else. She’d seen him with the blond. That was the only explanation. “Babe, I
don’t know what you thought you saw, but I’m yours, only yours.”
Her breath hitched and
she pushed against him again. This time he loosened his grip enough to look
down at her face.
“I-It’s nothing you
did. It’s me. I was testing you and I just don’t want you to be angry.”
He frowned, completely confused, before
suddenly noticing the blond wig and cat half-mask in her hand. An eerie calm
settled over him as suspicion reared its ugly head. A slow anger burned in his
gut. He released her and took a step back, eyeing her up and down until her
full costume became clear, along with the enhanced cleavage. His gaze came back
to her face where her concern and nervousness were obvious.
She’d tested him with
her disguise.
The blond Cat Woman
was his lovely Miranda and now that he’d passed her test she was worried he’d
be angry about it. He shook his head, disbelief warring with the evidence
before his eyes. He barked out a humorless laugh before running his hands
through his hair.
“What…why….” He was
speechless as he tried to make sense of her actions. Miranda watched him, chewing on her lip in a
telling show of nervousness. He looked at her red-rimmed eyes.
“Contacts?” She simply
nodded. “Did you honestly think that was what I wanted?”
Miranda shrugged and a
tear slipped down her cheek. “I don’t know,” she whispered.
He almost didn’t hear
her over the sounds in the club, but read her lips just the same. She was
miserable and completely ready to take his wrath. The sight of her in tears
dissolved most of his immediate anger and all he wanted was her in his arms.
“Come here.”
He pulled her back
into his arms and held her tightly as she sniffled against his chest. His ire
settled down to mere annoyance as he held her. He tried to dissipate the slight
tremors still wracking her slender frame by running his hands over her back. She
sighed and clenched his jacket in her small fists.
“I-I’m so sorry.”
He took a deep breath
and calmed his fiery emotions before answering. In seven months he’d had more
fun with Miranda than he could remember ever having with any other woman. Her
little test annoyed the hell out of him, but now that it was out of the way
maybe they could work through this misunderstanding. He knew their relationship
was worth it.
“Babe, we need to have
a talk about your sudden insecurities. Let’s go to my place and I’ll prove how
much I want you, just the way you are. Okay?”
She nodded against him
and he squeezed her tighter before turning her around and guiding her to the
door.
They rode to his
apartment in silence. He considered what to say to her as she fidgeted beside
him. She was the most important part of his life and he couldn’t imagine
letting her go. Now how to let her know that?
They held hands
walking up the path to his door and he let her precede him inside. As he
stepped through, he stopped to take a look around his bachelor pad as if seeing
it for the first time. The walls were bare with no photos to cover them or the
mantle above his fireplace. The plain white decor contrasted starkly with his
black leather sofa and entertainment center. He tended to work long days, and
for the past few months had spent most nights at Miranda’s house. It was a rare
thing having her in his place on a weeknight.
He closed the door,
surprised it didn’t echo in the lonely space, and made a monumental decision.
Miranda belonged to him just as he belonged to her. It was time to take the
next logical step. By the time he walked into the living room, she was sitting
on his sofa appearing patient enough to wait all evening. He removed his jacket
and unbuttoned his cuffs before walking over to sit beside her.
“Trevor, I didn’t mean
to make you angry, but I understand why you are.”
He removed his shoes
and socks before going to his knees before her. She gasped and confusion stole
across her face as he reached up to unzip one of her boots. His gut clenched at
the vulnerability in her eyes, but words didn’t come easy to him. He was a man
of action and right now he just wanted to show her how he felt.
“Damn, babe. These are
the sexiest things I’ve ever seen you wear.”
She licked her lips
and one corner lifted in a slight, uncertain smile. “I’m glad you like them.”
He chuckled and
slipped her dress up to her hips before pushing her knees apart. He pulled her
to the edge of the sofa and leaned in until his erection was pressed intimately
against her warm center. Her face flushed and her breath labored. He grinned,
loving the way she responded to him so quickly.
“Like is too tame a
word for how I feel about these boots…and you.”
Her eyes widened but
he ignored her reaction and unzipped the other boot, pulling both from her feet
and setting them aside before returning to his upright position. Her black silk
panties were damp and warm against his hard cock, his slacks no barrier. He
groaned as the evidence of her arousal made him harder.
“What do you mean,
Trevor?”
He hated the caution
in her voice and pressed a hard kiss to her mouth to quell the bolt of fear shooting
up his spine. Confidence had never been a problem before, but now he found
himself worried about her reactions. Taking a deep breath, he quickly
considered his words and looked into her eyes.
“I’ve fallen in love
with you, Miranda. Every inch of you, babe, head to toe, inside and out. I love
it all and there isn’t a single thing I would change.”
“What about my
breasts?”
He knew his surprise
was obvious as he stared dumfounded for a moment. “Your breasts? What about
them?”
She shrugged and
slouched a bit, as if trying to hide the topic of conversation. “I know they’re
small and you seem to prefer—”
“Wait a minute,” he
interrupted angrily. “Just stop right there. I know where this conversation is
headed and you can just stop. I love
your breasts, Miranda. I love everything about your body. How can you think I
don’t?”
“Well…I’ve seen your
ex-girlfriends.” He released a frustrated sigh and ran a hand down his face as
she went on. “And you barely touch them.”
“What?”
She looked surprised
by his raised voice, but he was shocked by her accusation.
“My breasts. Whenever
we make love…you barely touch them.”
He opened his mouth to
argue as images played through his mind. Surely she was mistaken. But as he
went over their actions of that morning, and the night before, and the morning
before that, he realized she was right.
It wasn’t anything
intentional on his part. But, the truth was her breasts were smaller than any
other woman he had ever dated. When he made love to her, he just didn’t focus
on them as much because he was busy touching and kissing every part of her. He
closed his mouth and his eyes, hanging his head in shame. How could he have
made her feel so self-conscious for so long and not even realize it?
He opened his eyes and
looked up to find her watching him warily. The hint of pain in her gaze broke
his heart and he wanted to kick his own ass.
“I swear, Miranda, I
never meant to ignore your beautiful breasts. I think you’re perfect, babe.
Every inch of you. And I want every inch of you just as you are. I love every inch of you”
Her breath hitched and
her chin quivered. He suspected she was going to cry even before the first tear
leaked out. Her emotional side wasn’t one many people got to see, but she’d
shared every aspect of herself with him and he could do no less. This time her
tears didn’t bother him, especially when they were tears of joy.
“Oh, Trevor, I love
you, too. I love you so much.”
She threw her arms around his neck and peppered
kisses all over his face and neck. His arousal spiked as her lips roamed his
skin, and lust blinded him to everything but her. Sweat beaded on his forehead
and he fought to breathe through the passion pumping through his veins for this
one perfect woman.
He pulled the tight
dress over her body as her lithe fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt.
Within heartbeats they faced each other naked and panting as excitement coursed
through them. She ran her fingers over his chest and back, as if she couldn’t
get enough of touching him with her soft hands.
Trevor used his tongue
to mark a trail from one of her hardened nipples to the other, groaning at the
salty sweetness of her skin. When she shivered beneath him, he did it again. Long
moments passed as he gave her breasts the full attention they deserved. She was
a quivering mass by the time he decided to move on.
“Mmm, you taste so good, baby,” he murmured
against her skin as he nipped at the undersides of her breasts.
She gasped when he
continued to nibble down her torso. Each bite seemed to excite her more than
the last as she moaned and thrashed beneath him. By the time he reached the
apex of her thighs, she was whimpering and tugging on his hair. He chuckled at
her show of impatience and swiped his tongue through her neatly trimmed curls.
He loved the anticipation and need so obvious in her expression, and the way
her moans became more desperate as her arousal heightened. Her musk was his new
favorite scent and he buried his nose in the heart of her to inhale the heady
fragrance.
She arched her back,
pushing against his mouth. “Oh.”
He pulled back to look
at her face. “What do you want, baby? Tell me what you need.”
She met his gaze and his
need reflected back. “You, Trevor. Just you.”
He growled in satisfaction
at her surrender and gently kissed her belly before moving back down to her
glistening curls. He used two fingers to gently hold her open for his
feasting.
She cried out as he thrust
his tongue inside, her grip tightening in his hair. He had to hold her hips still for his
exploration, as he swirled his tongue around her clit before suckling it
between his teeth.
She screamed while her
orgasm took over, her muscles clenching around his tongue. He licked and sucked
her sweet juices until she begged him to stop. He picked his shirt off the
floor and wiped his face before tossing it somewhere in the room. Within
seconds he was poised at her still quivering entrance, ready to fill her and
erase all doubts of his lust.
“Look at me, Miranda.
Watch me. You’re mine. Tell me you’re mine.”
She lifted her lids
slowly and her intense green gaze met his. “Yes. Yours. All yours.”
Elation coursed
through him and he thrust into her in one smooth motion, filling her as he
moaned in approval. He slid in and out of her snug warmth. All other thoughts
fled, her satisfaction foremost in his mind as he sped them both to climax.
She whimpered and held
onto him tightly, her embrace filling an emptiness he’d long ago learned to
ignore. No other woman had ever felt this good or meant so much. This was more
than sex. His chest tightened and he choked down a shudder of awareness. He wasn’t fucking Miranda, he was making love
to her, and he planned to make love to her every night.
That thought spurred him on as he kissed her,
keeping her head tilted to suit him with his fingers in her hair. The other
gripped her hip to keep her angled for his penetration. He’d wanted to make her
come again, to feel her slick juices washing down his cock. But, he was too far
gone already and within seconds his balls tightened, the need to climax
shooting up his spine. With a roar he came hard, still thrusting inside her
sweet, soft body. He shuddered and stars danced before his eyes as he fought to
catch his breath.
She was wrapped around
his body, continually stroking his back as her labored breathing slowly evened
out. A contented sigh escaped her swollen lips and he placed a soft kiss on her
temple. He opened his mouth, not quite sure what to actually say, when a sharp
knock sounded on the front door. They both turned their attention that way.
“Who could that be at
this hour?” she asked.
With a slight shrug he
eased her from his arms onto the sofa, though leaving her warmth was the last
thing he wanted to do.
“Whoever it is better
be damn important or I’m kicking their ass.”
She giggled as he
pulled on his jeans. He headed out of the living room and down a short hallway
for the front door while pulling up his zipper, anticipating the moment he
could pull it back down again. Another knock spurred him to unlock the door and
turn the knob without bothering to look through the peep-hole.
“Who in the hell—”
“Trevor, baby!”
A very drunk Felicia
fell through the doorway and right into his arms. He struggled to hold her up
as she tottered on hot pink, four-inch heels that looked ridiculous with her
skin-tight, barely there black dress. Her red hair lay in tangled curls around
her flushed face and the scent of smoke and alcohol poured off her in waves.
Trevor grimaced in disgust as he tried to untangle her arms from his.
“What the fuck?”
“Oh, Trevor, baby,
I’ve been looking for you all night.”
“Felicia, what are you
doing here? I thought I made it clear you aren’t welcome here anymore. I wasn’t
joking about the restraining order.”
She laughed and
swatted a hand at his chest as he finally pulled away from her and took a step
back. The motion nearly sent her toppling but she caught herself against the
door.
“You silly man. I know
you still want me. We’ve known each other too long for you to be with someone
else.”
He sighed and ran a
hand down his face, shaking his head warily.
“No, I don’t. That’s
what I told you at my office and that’s what I said on the phone. I thought we
could remain friends since we have known each other for so long, but I see I
was wrong. I’m deeply involved with Miranda and you really need to leave.”
Felicia scowled and
tried to peer around his much larger frame. He took a step forward intent on
pushing her out the door, when a man he didn’t recognize stepped through. He
grabbed Felicia’s elbow and kept her from falling against Trevor again.
“Felicia, we need to
go.” He looked up at Trevor with a grimace and shook his head. “Sorry about
this, man. She asked me to bring her by a friend’s place. I didn’t know she
meant her ex. She’s so drunk I’m not sure she even knows her address right now.”
Trevor raised a brow
in question as he eyed the man up and down. “Who are you?”
Despite his anger, he
couldn’t in good conscience let some stranger take Felicia away when she was in
this state.
“Name’s Josh. We work together
at the bank. She’s safe with me, I promise. I’ll let her sleep it off in my
guest room.”
“Let me see your ID
and then you can go.”
Josh released Felicia,
who fell back against the door with a dazed look on her face, and removed his
wallet without hesitation. Trevor glanced at the guy’s credentials knowing he
didn’t even have to do that much. Felicia had gotten herself into this
situation. Anything that happened while she was this drunk was her own damn
fault.
“All right. Be
careful…and thanks.”
He handed Josh back
his ID after making a mental note of his last name and address.
Any real concern
Trevor might have felt for Felicia was squashed by the knowledge that Miranda
was waiting for him in the next room. He glanced back at Felicia who had
wrapped herself around her co-worker. Josh didn’t appear to mind, so Trevor
decided to leave them to it and remained silent as they stumbled away from his
door. He closed it with a sigh and locked it quickly, hoping they didn’t wake
any of his neighbors.
A slight sound had him
turning around to find Miranda at the end of the short hallway, watching him.
She wore nothing but one of his shirts and her long, sexy legs beckoned. He
swallowed hard and licked his lips. “Hey, babe. Sorry about that.”
She bit her lip and
glanced at the closed door behind him. “You really told Felicia to stay
away…for me?”
He took the few steps
to her and pulled her against his chest, nuzzling his face in her hair and
inhaling her unique fragrance.
“Yes, I did. I told
her I didn’t want anyone but you, and to leave me the hell alone.”
She shivered against
him and he hoped it was in anticipation. “Think she’ll listen?”
He chuckled and pulled
back to look down at her. “Maybe, maybe not. Though I did threaten to file a
restraining order against her.”
They both laughed a
little at that, knowing he would never follow through with it.
“It doesn’t matter
because I want you not her, and nothing she can say or do will change that. I
love you, Miranda.”
She smiled up at him. “I
love you, too, Trevor.”
He grinned and his
pulse sped up at hearing her say the words so easily.
“Are you sure?” he
asked. “’Cause, that didn’t’ sound completely convincing.”
She giggled and leaned
against his chest. “Yes, very much.”
He took a deep breath
and pushed away his nervousness. This was as good a time as any to take the
next step in their relationship.
“Good. Then let me
move in with you.”
Her head jerked up, eyes
widened as surprise flowed across her face, but not horror as he’d feared. Then
a bright smile spread across her lips and she hugged him. “Okay.”
It was Trevor’s turn
to frown at her simple answer, wondering if he should worry at her lack of
emotion. He’d expected near-hysterical weeping again at the least.
“Well, if you’re
sure…”
She giggled and kissed
his chest before snuggling against him. “If you’re sure I don’t need a boob
job, or any other kind of enhancement, to keep up with the likes of Felicia
then I’m sure about living with you.”
He growled in a
resurgence of anger over her view of her body, and swung her up into his arms. “You
can’t tell me you still doubt how I feel about you.”
She grinned up at him
and shook her head. “No, honey, not at all.”
“Good. Of course, I don’t
mind proving it to you again.”
She laughed. “You’re
ready again?”
He grinned and rubbed
the bulge in his jeans against her hip. “For you, always.”
She opened her mouth
to reply just as a high-pitched whine sounded from his kitchen.
“Oh damn! I completely
forgot,” he said before releasing her.
“What was that?”
Rather than answer, he
just grinned and took her by the hand to lead her into the kitchen. Sitting on
the floor beside his refrigerator was a small animal carrier. A tiny pink
tongue stuck out of one hole briefly before the whining began again.
“Oh my god, Trevor!
You got a dog?”
Miranda knelt to open
the carrier and a tiny ball of fur leapt into her outstretched arms.
“Yup,” Trevor replied.
“Actually I got her for you. I haven’t named her yet though.”
This time when Miranda
looked at him there was moisture in her eyes. He wanted to roll his but just
smiled and shook his head.
“She’s beautiful. I’ve
always wanted a Yorkie. Where did you get her?”
“A friend of Alex’s
who works at a shelter called me after I told her to be on the look-out for
something small and friendly. Apparently her previous owner passed away a
couple of days ago and there was no next of kin.”
“Aww, poor baby. Well
then she must already have a name.”
He shrugged and looked
around for the paperwork he had hastily set aside the previous evening. He had
rushed to bring the dog home before heading to the club. He found it sitting on
his kitchen counter next to an open bag of dog food and a leash.
“Says here she’s
registered as Candy.”
Miranda laughed and
stood to join him with Candy still in her arms. “Candy? Well isn’t that
appropriate for the season.”
She kissed him on
mouth just as Candy leaned over to lick his chin. He laughed and put his arms
around them both.
“Yeah, I’d say so. Happy
Halloween, baby. I hope it’s one of many we get to celebrate together.”
“Me too, Trevor. As
well as Christmas and birthdays and every other holiday there is.”
“Definitely,” he said
before kissing her senseless with Candy yipping happily between them.
HappY
HALOWEEN!!!
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