Текст книги "Perfection"
Автор книги: R. L. Mathewson
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Chapter 22
"God, you feel good, baby," Trevor whispered harshly against her ear and she would have loved to return the compliment, but at the moment she'd lost the ability to speak.
She was however able to moan and scream just a tad bit, which he seemed to really enjoy making her do if his little groans of approval were any indication. As he did that lazy little circular thrust thing that he knew she loved and she spread her legs wider for him and ran her hands over his body, loving the way he felt against her.
"Time for a little change up," Trevor announced softly as he pulled out of her and started kissing his way down her body.
Zoe made a desperate grab for him. "No. No, change up isn't necessary," she said, panting as she gripped his large biceps and attempted to pull him back up where he belonged.
Trevor sighed heavily. "Oh, but I'm afraid it is," he said, pressing a wet kiss to the slope of her breast.
"No, it's not," she said, desperate for him not only because she felt empty without him and wanted him right back where he belonged, but because it was early Sunday morning and bright sunlight was streaming into the room and to be honest a lot of light wasn't exactly her friend during moments like this.
Even though Trevor acted as though he loved her body and was desperate for her she wasn't stupid enough to believe that he'd feel the same way if he got a good look at her. It wasn't as though they hadn't had sex during the day, but she usually kept some of her clothes on or they kept it straightforward and simple in bed. There was a reason why she became more adventurous at night. Soft lamp light was a hell of a lot more flattering than the bright sunlight and helped soften some of her less than flattering features.
"It really is," Trevor said, flicking her already painfully hard nipple with that talented tongue of his. "Just lay back, Zoe, and let me show you how necessary it is," he said in a deeply seductive voice that any other time would have her nodding dumbly, but right now she really needed him to get back up here before she died of embarrassment.
"But I really liked what you were just doing. Let's go back to that," she said, trying to drag him back up, but he wasn't having that.
Chuckling, he easily broke away from her hold and started heading south. "You'll like this too. Trust me," he said, shooting her a wink and a killer smile that would normally have her licking her lips and nodding eagerly, but it was daylight and the man was about to see things that up to this point she'd been able to downplay with soft light.
Swallowing nervously she did her best to sit up, but it was kind of difficult with him hovering over her. "You know what I'd like more?"
"What's that?" he murmured absently as he leaned forward and took one her nipples into his mouth, sucking it between his lips without mercy as he flicked it with his tongue, making it really difficult for her to remember why she wanted him to stop.
He released her nipple with a loud "pop". "Now, just lay back and let me do my work, woman," he said against her skin as he started to head south and suddenly she remembered quite clearly why she wanted him to stop.
When he pressed a kiss to her soft stomach she practically flew away from him. She grabbed one of her large baby pink pillows and hugged it tightly to her body as she squirmed back until her back hit the wall.
Trevor looked stunned as he sat back on his haunches, but no less aroused, Zoe absently noted as she worried her bottom lip. No doubt he thought she was crazy right now, but that was okay with her. As long as he didn't get a good look at her less than ideal body that was more than fine with her. In fact she was more than willing to encourage that little misconception at the moment.
"Is your stomach still upset?" he asked, frowning as he moved closer to her. He cupped her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"
Since she'd started eating normally, well normal but healthy, two days ago she'd been dealing with a constantly upset stomach. It usually went away with a little ginger ale, a warm bath, and a little rest. Although her stomach had been upset earlier when she'd woken up it was fine now, but since telling him that wouldn't exactly help her out she decided to lie.
"No?"
"I see," he said, nodding. "Are you feeling sick?"
"Yes?"
"I guess I should leave you so that you can relax," he said with a simple shrug of his shoulders as if it was no big deal, which was actually pretty insulting. Was having sex with her boring? She didn't think so, but apparently he did with his "whatever" attitude. After she bought some really thick, dark curtains to block out every bit of sunlight and hung them up today she'd show him that sex with her was anything but boring.
"I'll get out of your way after I wash up," he said with another shrug that she really didn't appreciate one damn bit. A second later he was climbing off the bed and pulling the condom off his slowly deflating erection while he walked towards the bathroom and she decided she didn't like it one bit.
She tossed the pillow aside and started for the bathroom with every intention of shutting them inside the small bathroom with the thankfully dark curtains drawn and showing him for the next few hours that sex with her was anything but boring.
"Are you feeling better?" Trevor asked as he stepped out of the bathroom.
"No?" she said, scrambling back on the bed and yanking the baby pink top sheet up and over her breasts. She wished she could cover herself with the blankets and comforter, but they were on the floor at the foot of the bed where Trevor had shoved them off a half hour earlier.
"Oh," he said as he absently scratched his chest. "Have you seen my boxers?"
"Weren't they in the bathroom?" she asked, shooting a look past him towards the half-closed bathroom door. Since he'd stumbled into her room first thing this morning and headed straight to the bathroom as he informed her around a rather loud yawn that she'd better be ready for him by the time he came back out she'd assumed his underwear was in the bathroom.
"Nope," he said as he searched through the pile of blankets on the floor. He stood up a moment later, frowning as he looked around the room. "They're probably on the bed."
"No, I don't think they're on the-hey, give that back to me!" she squealed as she tried to grab the sheet as he yanked it off her and tossed it behind him, leaving her completely naked.
"Now, let's just see what you're trying to hide from me, shall we?"
***********
"You bastard!" Zoe hissed, kicking out as she tried, unsuccessfully, to escape his grasp and dive under her pillows, but he simply stood up, pulling her right along with him.
"So what exactly are you trying to hide, hmmm?" Trevor asked as he tightened his grip around her ankles when she almost unmanned him. Getting hit in the balls once this weekend had been more than enough for him so he kept her dainty little feet as far away from his boys as he could manage.
Not that she'd done it on purpose, not like a few women in his past who hadn't taken his rejection well had. No, on Zoe's part it had been a complete accident, plus he wasn't done with her yet so she had yet to hear his "You're just not good enough" speech. Not that he would ever give Zoe that little speech. Hers would be more along the lines of "I've finally worked you out of my system" or "We should probably end this since I'm getting married in a few hours." Since she hadn't received either speech yesterday morning when she rammed her knee into his balls he knew she hadn't meant it.
The poor thing had woken up on his couch and his arms a tad bit disoriented and a bit desperate for a bathroom or a trash can. He'd just woken up as Zoe sleepily announced that she wasn't feeling so good. He'd done his best to untangle them from the comforter so that he could carry her to the bathroom, but he hadn't moved fast enough, because just as he freed her feet her little knee came up between his legs as she made a mad dash for the bathroom.
Although he'd been more concerned with her, he did appreciate the aspirin and ice pack she'd brought him a little later when he'd still been unable to move from the fetal position. She'd been so sweet and attentive and he'd felt like an asshole. He'd given her food poisoning with that sub he'd bullied her to eat and so for the next few hours he hadn't been able to do enough for her. Not that she complained. Actually, she seemed a bit surprised by all his attention, which kind of annoyed him. Did she think he was really a heartless bastard that he'd give her food poisoning and not take care of her?
Okay, any other woman and he would have probably shrugged it off and left her alone, but this was Zoe, his little tenant. The idea of her hurt or unhappy ate at him. It was the same reason his ever ready erection, well when she was around at least, had gone down quickly when she'd announced she wasn't feeling well, even though he was pretty sure that she was lying and he'd still been desperate for her.
The reason why she was lying became pretty damn obvious when she dove for that sheet as he stepped out of the bathroom. He nearly sighed with irritation when he realized there were still a few issues they had to deal with, but deal with them they would. He wanted all this bullshit done with so that they could focus on their little arrangement without any of the drama or bullshit that was hindering her focus on him.
"Are you hiding a tattoo of my name declaring your undying love for me?" he mused, actually liking the idea of his name somewhere on her body, letting every asshole in the future know that they'd never rate.
His response kind of surprised him, especially since the few times a girlfriend had gotten herself inked with his name had actually irritated the shit out of him. He hadn't appreciated their little games to try and tie him down or earn a declaration of love from him, or try to guilt him into getting their names tattooed on him. He'd never hesitated in telling them to have a nice life after that, but the idea of having his name on Zoe actually turned him on so he decided to ignore her little snort of laughter.
"Hmmm, is that it?" he asked, scanning her soft pale back and ass. Actually, he wouldn't mind seeing his name on her beautiful ass. Then again the idea of having his name just below her navel or on her breast was just as hot.
"No, now can you let me up?" she asked, renewing her struggles to get away from him.
"Not until I figure out what you're hiding," he said, releasing one ankle so that he could reach down and give her bottom a squeeze.
"I'm not hiding anything so stop groping my ass, you pervert!" she snapped as she renewed her struggle, but thankfully was careful not to kick out at him, which he and his balls truly appreciated.
"But I like your ass," he pointed out, palming the other cheek.
"I think everyone in the neighborhood knows how much you like my ass! Now let go of me!" He chuckled at that little accusation, knowing that she was probably right. Over the past couple of months he may have had a problem with keeping his hands to himself when they were outside taking care of the yard or taking Toby for a walk. It was all her fault of course.
"I guess whatever you're hiding must be on the front," he said, ignoring her threats to kick his poor balls again and flipped her over onto her back. He sighed heavily when she made a lame ass attempt to cover herself, but surprisingly or rather not surprisingly she wasn't trying to cover the naughty bits that he loved so much, but her soft slightly round stomach and thighs that he fucking adored.
"What are you doing?" he asked, sighing heavily as she tried to roll onto her side, probably to further hide herself from his view.
"Close your eyes!" she yelled, twisting to the other side when he wouldn't allow her to curl up.
"Why exactly am I covering my eyes?"
"Sunlight, damn it! Sunlight!" she snapped a bit hysterically, he thought as he ran his eyes over her, enjoying the way her breasts jiggled with every pathetic attempt to hide her body from his view.
"What exactly does the sun being out have to do with anything?" he asked as he reached down and absently ran his hand over his hardening member.
"Because it illuminates everything, damn it! Now hide your eyes!" she said, giving up on her useless attempts to escape and went back to covering herself.
"Move your hands, Zoe," he murmured quietly as he continued to stroke himself.
"No, you'll see me," she mumbled, sounding so distraught and unhappy that he had to laugh.
"Baby, we've been having sex for several months. Trust me when I tell you that I've seen ever single inch of your body."
For a moment she only worried her bottom lip as she continued to cover herself. Finally she stubbornly shook her head and with a frustrated sigh he released her ankle and his erection. She lost no time at all in reaching over the edge of the bed and snatching up one of the blankets off the floor and wrapping it around herself.
"Zoe," he said softly as he climbed onto the bed and leaned back next to her, pulling her into his arms. "Unless you've got some livers spots or a weird appendage that I don't know about then you have to know that I've seen everything by now."
"Not in the sunlight," she grumbled, but he noted with pleasure that she laid her head against his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist.
"Ah, Zoe....," he sighed, chuckling softly as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Do you think I'm going to see something that I don't like?"
"Yes," she mumbled unhappily against his chest.
"Zoe," he said, gently taking her hand from where it rested on his stomach and brought it down to press against his painful erection, "trust me when I tell you there is nothing about your body that I don't like."
"You don't like my body," she said even as she ran her very talented little hand over his erection, pausing only long enough to give the head a little squeeze that had him hissing in pleasure.
"No?" he asked tightly. "Then how do you explain this?" he asked, rolling his hips into her touch.
"Because you're a pervert? I mean look at the weird obsession you have with my ass," she grumbled, but thankfully sounded a lot more relaxed.
"That may be so, but you still have a body that I can't seem to keep my hands off of." With his arm wrapped around her he pulled her up his body until he could kiss her. He felt her melt in his arms so he took advantage by gently prying the blanket away from her. After a slight hesitation she gave up.
He placed his hand on her stomach. "There's nothing about your body that I don't like," he whispered against her lips.
For a moment she didn't say anything as he pressed kisses along her jaw and throat. He slowly guided her onto her back as he gently caressed her stomach and pressed one last kiss against her lips before he pulled back.
She looked so damn embarrassed and defeated that he couldn't stop himself from brushing his lips against hers one last time. "You're beautiful, Zoe," he said, realizing at that moment just how beautiful she really was. From her beautiful soft brown hair to her stubborn little chin she was beautiful.
"No, I'm not," she said with a snort and an eye roll as she averted her eyes.
His eyes narrowed dangerously on her. "Are you calling me a liar?"
"More like delusional," she said with a snort.
"How dare you question my taste, woman?" he demanded. "If I say you're beautiful then you're beautiful so get the hell over it!" he snapped.
"Look, I appreciate the compliment, but-"
"Out," he said, dropping onto his back and folding his arms over his chest as he stubbornly looked away from her.
"But-"
"I said out, woman!"
"This is my apartment," Zoe pointed out, sounding close to laughing.
"Then you know where the door is. Now get out, woman, and don't you dare come back until you're ready to apologize to me," he said, waving a dismissive hand in the direction of the door.
"Apologize to you? For what?" she asked, sitting up to kneel beside him.
"For what?" he repeated, stunned. "I call you beautiful and you dare to doubt my word? For that you may get your beautiful ass out of my sight."
"Uh huh," she said, drawing out the words. "Did you by any chance eat this morning?"
"That has nothing to do with it," he said, sniffing in disdain.
"Oh, I think it does."
"Does not."
"Do you want me to go grab you some cereal or something?" she offered.
"Not unless it comes with an apology and groveling."
"Groveling?" she repeated slowly. "Since when is there groveling involved?"
"Since you doubted my word and only offered to make it up to me with cereal. How dare you add insult to injury?" he snapped as he once again gestured for her to leave.
"Don't you think you're overreacting just a little bit here?" she asked, and he could hear the smile in her voice. It pleased him that she was no longer upset, but he was still insulted.
"No, now leave me be, woman," he said, turning his head even more away from her. "I'm no longer speaking with you."
"Fine," she said, sighing heavily as she climbed off the bed, not apologizing or groveling, he noted.
Would it really kill her to accept his expertise on the matter? He said she was beautiful then she should really just shut the hell up and accept that he knew best, but the woman was just too damn stubborn and until she accepted that he was right about this he wasn't going to-
"You know it's too bad that you're not talking to me. I was going to surprise you today. There's this new buffet restaurant opening a few towns over that I was going to–eeep!" she squealed adorably when she found herself back on the bed and pinned beneath him and his mouth smothering hers.
"I accept your apology."
Chapter 23
"Are you still pouting?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
Trevor threw his truck into park as he sent her another glare. "I just don't understand how you could betray me like this."
"I'll take that as a 'yes'," she said, getting out of the truck and headed for the restaurant sporting the "Grand Opening Weekend" banner, knowing that Trevor was probably close behind her.
"Why did you have to tell her?" he demanded as he caught up to her.
Zoe worried her bottom lip, wondering if he was going to throw his arm around her or hold her hand the way he did when they took Toby for a walk. Of course when he didn't, she forced herself not to be too disappointed. This was only an arrangement after all.
She shoved her disappointment aside and answered him, knowing it was just a waste of time and energy to be upset over things that were never going to happen. "Why wouldn't I tell Haley?"
"Because she'll tell Jason," he said, not sounding happy at all as he opened the door and gestured for her to go ahead with the medium size black plastic shopping bag that he'd brought with him. She hadn't thought much of it at the time, but now she wondered if he was carting around his own condiments.
"And probably Jared and everyone else, too," Zoe pointed out, feigning innocence. Of course Trevor probably didn't need to know that she text messaged Jared with the name and location of the new buffet restaurant or that she'd made damn sure that everyone in his family knew about the buffet restaurant. He'd be pissed when he found out, but that was okay since she'd been admittedly a little pissed when she did it.
She still couldn't believe he called her beautiful. While most women probably would have appreciated the compliment she hadn't. If he had actually meant it, and she knew the odds of that happening were zilch, she would have savored it, but he'd only called her beautiful to make her feel better. It was a nice gesture, kind of, but one that hurt more than anything.
It was hard enough knowing that this arrangement was never going to be more than just sex, and at first she'd accepted it, welcomed it even, but now......
She wanted more. More importantly she wanted more with Trevor, but she wasn't delusional. He didn't want more with her and she wasn't going to push for it. For however long this lasted, and she really couldn't believe that it lasted this long, she was going to enjoy it. When it ended she was going to take Toby and find a new place to live and hope it didn't kill her to have to see Trevor every day at work. If she couldn't handle seeing him she'd already decided that she'd move out of state, maybe to Florida where she could get a fresh start.
"Would it have killed you to keep it a secret between us?" Trevor asked as they stepped into the long line for the cashier.
"It's a buffet, Trevor. They would have found out about it within a week," she explained even though it was really just common sense.
"Yes, but that would have been a week that I could enjoy the place before those greedy bastards get us all banned," Trevor sighed, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration.
"Gee, I hadn't thought about that," she mumbled, trying not to laugh.
Trevor slowly looked down at her. His eyes narrowed dangerously on her as she did her best to bite back her smile, but lost that battle several times.
"Oh my god.....you sold me out," he said, looking shocked and affronted, which was kind of ridiculous since at this point he really should be used to it.
"I wanted to see how an entire family could get banned from a restaurant," she admitted with a shrug. Ever since she first heard that he'd been banned from most of the fast food places she'd been admittedly curious. Of course that curiosity only tripled when she discovered the entire family had a history of being banned. So when she accidentally discovered this place last Monday she thought that perhaps she could entertain herself with a live show.
"You sold me out? For your own amusement?" he demanded.
"And this shocks you how?" she asked, stepping up in the line.
When Trevor looked around before leaning down to whisper something in her ear she fully expected a promise to spank her ass, but she got something entirely different instead.
"If I wasn't certain that I'd be banned after today, you and I would be heading to the nearest hotel where I could fuck you until neither one of us could move," he whispered harshly in her ear, making her breaths come a little faster and her knees threaten to give out.
"I-I'm not that hungry," she stammered, more than willing to opt for plan B. Well she was hungry, but she was also feeling a little sick as well. She was starting to get a little worried that she might have something worse than food poisoning like e coli. "And I'm pretty sure I spotted a few hotels close by."
"Too bad, you need to eat," he said, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before stepping back so they could move up in the line.
She opened her mouth to argue only to have Trevor give her a stern look and a shake of his head in warning. He'd already warned her that he didn't want to hear anymore nonsense about needing to lose weight and told her that he would end things if she didn't take better care of herself. It was actually kind of sweet that he cared so much.
"Fine," she sighed, stepping up to the front of the line.
"How many?" the friendly cashier asked with a huge smile and Zoe idly wondered how long the woman would be able to keep it up before it became painful.
"Two," Trevor answered.
Zoe pulled out some money from her pocket to pay for her meal and went to hand it to the woman when Trevor threw her a dirty look as he gently pushed her hand away. With a sigh she put the money away, knowing this wasn't a date and really wishing he'd just let her pay her own way.
"Over here," Trevor said, placing a hand at the small of her back to guide her through the already crowded restaurant towards the booths closer to the long buffet tables.
"Oh, there's Haley and Jason," she said, gesturing towards the opposite side of the room where Haley and Jason sat with their two little ones. Haley went to gesture them over only to have Jason grab her hand and shake his head.
Frowning, Zoe raised her hand to at least wave to her friend, wondering what Jason's problem was, when she found herself in a similar situation.
"Don't," Trevor said, gently pushing her hand down as he continued to usher her towards a row of empty booths near the large bay windows overlooking the parking lot.
"I was just going to say hello," Zoe explained as Trevor placed their receipt down to claim the table.
"You can't," Trevor said, giving her a little nudge in the direction of one of the buffet lines, the black bag still firmly in his left hand.
"Why not?"
"Because she's with the enemy," Trevor said tightly.
Zoe shot a look over at Haley to find Jason glaring in their direction. "Jason's the enemy?" she asked, starting to feel a little confused. She'd come for entertainment, but instead she'd found a new level of insanity among the Bradford males. Well, it was entertaining, but a different form of entertainment than what she'd been expecting.
"Now you're getting it," Trevor said approvingly. "Every bastard from my family is a potential threat. We need to maintain our distance and watch our backs," he said, sounding completely serious, which she found rather cute.
Really, who would have thought a large paranoid man could be cute? She certainly hadn't, but she just couldn't help but find the dirty looks he was sending his cousin anything but cute, especially the way he scowled when Jason discretely flipped him off.
"Why exactly are they the enemy?" she asked, drawing his attention away from Jason, who appeared to be glaring down at his son as Cole grabbed another fistful of spaghetti from Jason's plate.
"Because one of them is going to get banned today and if we're not careful he'll take us all down with him," Trevor said, handing her a plate. "Now go get some food, some real food."
With a little sigh she took the plate from him and wandered around the long self-serving tables as she looked around to see how many Bradfords were there. After Jason, she spotted Jared and his wife sitting at the far end, but they didn't seem to see her or rather they didn't acknowledge her in any way. She found several of the Bradfords that either worked for Jared or stopped by the office from time to time and several large devastatingly handsome men that could have passed for Bradfords.
As she walked along the buffet tables, trying to figure out what wouldn't upset her sensitive stomach she wondered which Bradford would get banned. That of course led her back to her earlier thoughts.
How exactly did someone get on a restaurant's banned list? Or more importantly how did the entire family get on the list? The possibilities simply boggled the mind.
"You're with Trevor?" a gruff voice demanded, drawing her attention. She looked up from adding French cut green beans onto her dish and kept looking up until she saw a rather stern, yet incredibly handsome older man with peppered short black hair looking down at her and looking way too serious for a man with deeply etched laugh lines around his mouth and eyes.
"Yeah, I guess, I mean we're friends," she said nervously.
The man nodded firmly, once, before shooting a look of what could only be described as a warning across the room at Trevor, who was sitting at the booth with two overflowing plates and several glasses of water. Trevor either didn't realize he was the object of a glare or simply didn't care as he dug into his food.
"You tell him as long as Jared's boys don't screw the rest of the family over like they did in Las Vegas we'll forgive them for Disneyworld," the man said, never taking his eyes away from Trevor.
Wow, there was so much in that warning that caught her attention, but she found herself asking, "Jared's boys?" As far as she knew Jared only had one son.
The man nodded. "Jason and Trevor. Although we all have a soft spot for the boy, Jared's the one who kept the boy in line and was able to be there from the start because he lived closer. He also took over when my beautiful baby sister passed away," he explained, his scowl softening as he continued to look at Trevor.
He looked away from Trevor to send her a faint smile. "That doesn't mean we didn't care. I lost count how many times I asked Sarah to allow Trevor to come live with us, but she was damn determined to raise the boy on her own, of course Jared just ignored her wishes and made sure they had everything they needed and that included keeping Trevor in line."
"Jared's a very good man," Zoe mumbled, feeling close to crying. When the hell did she become this pathetic woman where everything made her cry? Last night when she was watching television one of the old Downy commercials came on with that cute little bear and she found herself bawling her eyes out. Thank god Trevor hadn't been there, but poor Toby didn't fare as well. She'd hugged the dog, crying into his fur until he managed to break free and run to safety in Trevor's apartment.
The man looked at her with a little more than curiosity. "Will we be seeing you this Thursday?"
"For Thanksgiving?" she asked, wondering why the man would think she'd be joining a family dinner. When he nodded she said, "No, I have plans." The same plans she had every year since she was fifteen. It was a tradition mostly because she'd never had another choice, but one she actually enjoyed immensely.
He sighed heavily as he absently reached out and took her plate from her and starting piling it with food almost as if he wasn't aware of what he was doing. "Alright, sweetheart, you make sure you give Trevor the message and have yourself a nice Thanksgiving," he said, placing two large dinner rolls on the plate. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead and even more surprising, placed the large plate filled to the rim with food back in her hands.
"Thank you," she murmured, looking down at her plate and feeling her eyes tear up at the gesture. A Bradford giving up food? It was unheard of and very sweet, she thought as she made her way over to Trevor. Thankfully by the time she was sliding into the booth across from Trevor her eyes had dried up and her traitorous stomach was demanding food, which was a blessing after the weekend she'd had.
