Crazy, Hot Love

by K. L. Grayson

  She nods as I straighten out her clothes.

  “Well, so is jealousy.”

  Claire’s eyes smolder with a look so raw it leaves me stunned. I slam my lips against hers. My tongue dives deep, exploring every inch of her mouth. Her hands are everywhere, and when she gets to the button of my pants, I stop her yet again. Circling my fingers around her wrists, I pull back.

  “Not yet.”

  “What do you mean, not yet?”

  Brushing my fingers along her cheek, I smile.

  “Trevor.”

  It takes every ounce of strength I have to keep myself from shoving my pants down to my ankles and burying myself in her tight, warm body. With a ragged breath, I reach around Claire and push the door open.

  36

  Claire

  I’m going to kill him.

  Running a hand over my hair, I take a second to catch my breath and right my clothes, which Trevor mostly already did. My clit is still throbbing, and no matter how I adjust my bra and shirt, I can still see my nipples protruding.

  Fuck it, I think to myself. This can be his punishment.

  My nipples poking out for all the world to see is his damn punishment.

  With my shoulders squared and my head held high, I march out into the bar as if I didn’t just have an orgasm to end all orgasms.

  “What took you so long?” Mo asks.

  The only seat open is the one I vacated earlier, between Mo and Everett. Trevor is tucked in cozy between Everett and Tess, and maybe if I’m lucky I can get her to switch seats with me.

  “Tess?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Want to switch seats? You can get to know Everett.”

  “Oh, uh…” She looks about as uncomfortable as I feel, and Trevor answers for her.

  “We were actually just thinking about playing a round of darts. You guys up for a few games?” he asks the table as a whole.

  “I love throwing darts,” Everett says, a little too enthusiastically. “Claire, you can be on my team.”

  “Perfect,” I mumble.

  Everyone stands up and walks to the back room. I watch Rhett pull Trevor off to the side. They exchange some words, and when Rhett gives me a sympathetic look, I narrow my eyes.

  Does he know about Trevor and me?

  “You ready, partner?” Everett says, handing me a set of darts.

  “Born ready.”

  I lean against the wall while Tess sets up the board, and when Everett positions himself next to me, I glance at Trevor. He smiles and walks toward us, propping himself on the other side of me. I scoot as close to him as I can.

  He laughs and wraps an arm around my shoulders. It’s not something he would’ve done before we got together, but our group has always been close knit, and the gesture goes mostly unnoticed.

  I say mostly, because Everett gives us a curious glance. “Are you good at darts?” he asks me.

  “She’s okay.” Trevor looks around me at Everett. “Don’t expect her to hit the bullseye every time.”

  I elbow Trevor in the side and he laughs, rubbing his ribs. “I’m just kidding,” he whispers, kissing me on the cheek.

  Tess turns around. “Trevor, you’re up first.”

  “Let’s do this.”

  The rest of our crew shoots pool while Trevor and Tess beat us at darts. And they keep beating us over and over and over again.

  “I’m tired of this game,” I say, tossing my darts on the table.

  “Come on, we’re having fun,” Trevor goads. “One more.”

  “You said one more four games ago, and you’re having fun because you’ve won every time.”

  “Hell yeah.” Tess holds her hand up, and Trevor gives her a high five. I roll my eyes and he hooks his arm around my neck, pulling me against his body.

  “Don’t be a sore loser.”

  “I’m not.” I try to push Trevor away, but he’s not having it. His grip tightens, and I eventually give up because his touch does things to me that no man’s touch should be able to do to a woman.

  “Sorry, Claire. I’m not very good at darts,” Everett says.

  “That’s okay.”

  “We could try our hand at pool,” he suggests.

  “I’m not very good at pool.”

  “I can help you.”

  I picture myself bent over the table with Everett trying to help me align a shot. I cringe. Trevor must be thinking the exact same thing, because his body goes stiff against mine and his eyes narrow.

  He wanted to get me with anticipation. Maybe it’s time I get him with a little jealousy.

  “Perfect.” Grabbing Trevor’s fingers, I remove his arms from my shoulder. “You break,” I say to Everett.

  My body brushes past Trevor’s intimately when I reach around him for a stick on the wall.

  Everett racks the balls, situating them on the table, and then rubs his stick with the blue chalk. “Ready?”

  The game ensues. Everett sinks a solid and a stripe on the break, chooses to go with solids and lands a second ball before missing.

  I’ve never been good at pool. Sure, I know the basics, but I’ve always sucked at lining up shots, which I’m going to use to my advantage. I walk around to the opposite side of the table, bend down low, and position the stick between my fingers.

  “You trying to get this one?” Everett asks, pointing to the ball I’m aiming for.

  “Yup. Why?”

  “You’re a little too far to the left.” He’s kneeling down, his eyes level with the ball, and when he looks up at me his eyes drop. I know he has a clear view down the front of my shirt.

  “How’s this?” I say, moving the stick a little to the side.

  “Perfect. It’s, uh, perfect,” he stutters.

  I glance at Trevor. He’s standing tall, his arms folded across his chest, staring daggers at Everett. I almost feel bad. But then I remember the way he walked out of Coop’s office and left me all hot and bothered.

  I sink the ball, and Everett tosses his arms in the air. “You did it.”

  I shimmy past Trevor, doing a little happy dance that ensures my ass rubs against his crotch.

  “Tease,” he murmurs.

  Shooting him a wink, I bend over the table for another shot.

  “Nope. Too far to the left,” Everett says.

  I shift the stick.

  “Nope. Too far to the right. You know what? Let me come help you.”

  “I’ve got it.” Trevor doesn’t even give Everett the chance to get close to me.

  I’ve got the shot lined up, the stick between my fingers the way my daddy taught me. Trevor steps behind me, pressing his body against mine. He slides his arm alongside mine, his hand holding mine steady while he uses the other to line up the shot.

  “Are you trying to make me jealous?” he whispers in my ear.

  “It’s an aphrodisiac, remember?”

  “You’re damn right it is, but I want to pound you, not his face, which is what’s going to happen if he looks down the front of your shirt one more time.”

  In one smooth motion, Trevor guides the stick toward the cue ball. It bumps into the number ten ball, sending it into the corner pocket.

  Setting my stick down, I laugh and turn around in Trevor’s arms. Gripping the front of his shirt, I pull him toward me. “You’re the one who started this game.”

  “And now I’m ending it.”

  Gripping my face in his hands, Trevor tilts his head and draws me in for a deep kiss. I don’t hear much over the sound of my heart beating in my ears, but I manage to catch a gasp, probably from Mo, and then another gasp—Everett, I’m guessing. And then come the catcalls.

  “I did not see this coming,” Coop deadpans.

  “I did,” Adley chirps.

  “About damn time. I was wondering how long it was going to take you,” Rhett hollers.

  “You knew about this?” Mo says.

  Trevor smiles against my lips. He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine.

>   “Well…I didn’t really know until tonight,” Rhett explains.

  “What do you mean you didn’t really know? You kind of knew? How do you kind of know, and why didn’t you tell me?” Mo argues.

  “Shit, woman, give it a rest. Does it really matter how or when I found out? You’re finding out now.”

  “Claire.” Mo says my name, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

  “Busted,” Trevor whispers. He brushes his lips against mine, laces our fingers together, and faces our friends. “So, everyone, Claire and I are together. It’s been brewing since Peanut had her baby and we spent the day together at Animal Haven.”

  Mo’s eyes grow as wide as saucers. “What?”

  “I said brewing,” Trevor clarifies. “Calm down. Nothing happened until the night Claire ran out of the bar and you all sent me to go after her.”

  “I didn’t run out,” I say.

  Trevor looks down at me. “You totally ran, but that’s okay because I’m finding that I really love the chase.”

  “Awww.” Adley cuddles in close to Lincoln. His hand sits low on her hip, but when he sees me looking at them, he quickly removes it, leaving me wondering if I haven’t been the only one keeping a secret from the group.

  “Were you ever going to tell me?” Mo says, sounding a little hurt.

  I step away from Trevor. “Yes.”

  “When? It’s not hard, Claire. In fact, it’s really quite simple. Hey, Mo, I’m screwing around with Trevor.”

  “We’re not screwing around,” I say softly.

  “You mean…” Her eyes light up. They bounce to Trevor and back to me.

  “We’re in a committed relationship,” I answer.

  “Trevor has never been in a committed relationship.”

  “Hey,” he scoffs. “I resent that.”

  “Well, you haven’t,” she says.

  Trevor wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses the side of my head. “There’s a first time for everything, and I was just waiting on this girl.”

  “We were waiting on each other.”

  “Look,” Adley says. “They’re as disgustingly cute as Rhett and Mo.”

  “If I ever get like that with a woman, knock me upside the head,” Coop says.

  Linc holds out his fist, and Coop bumps it. “I’ve got ya covered.”

  Trevor laughs at his brother, but I can’t take my eyes off of Mo. She’s just staring at us.

  “Well, aren’t you going to say something?”

  She sighs and picks at the hem of her shirt. “I’m thrilled for you, but I’m a little disappointed I’m just now finding out.”

  I take a step toward her. “I’m sorry, Mo. Everything just happened so fast, and I wanted to give us a few minutes to settle down and get used to the idea of being together before we announced it to everyone.”

  “She’s right, but we weren’t trying to hide it,” Trevor adds. “I took her to the pier and tons of people saw us together. I’m surprised you didn’t find out about it sooner.”

  “Don’t be mad,” I say, hugging Mo.

  She hugs me back. “I’m not mad.”

  “Thank God. Now I can tell you all the juicy details. How about tomorrow I bring pizza out to Animal Haven? We’ll have lunch and spend the day together.”

  “I’d love that.” She pulls me in for another hug and finally lets loose a squeal. “Oh my gosh, you’re dating Trevor!”

  “Excuse me.”

  Mo and I look at Everett. He seems a little unsure of himself. “Does this mean there’s no chance of—”

  Trevor takes a menacing step toward Everett, who snaps his mouth shut and takes a giant step back.

  “Sorry, Everett,” Mo says. “I didn’t realize they were together.”

  “I see that.”

  “But I’m sure I can find someone else to set you up with.”

  “Or not,” Rhett says, pulling her to his side. “Maybe we should put your matchmaking skills on the back burner for a little while.”

  “I have mad matchmaking skills.”

  “If we’re all done here, Claire and I will be leaving,” Trevor announces.

  “We will? I sort of thought we’d stick around and play another game of pool.

  “You thought wrong.” Trevor tosses me over his shoulder in one of those fireman holds he demonstrated to my class. With his arm tight across the back of my thighs, he makes it so no one can look up my skirt.

  “You can’t leave already,” Mo whines. “We have to celebrate.”

  “Trust me, that’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Trevor says.

  “Let’s go, Trevor.” I squirm on his shoulder. “The anticipation is killing me.”

  With a boisterous laugh and more than a few awkward stares, Trevor carries me out of Dirty Dicks.

  37

  Trevor

  “My place is closer.”

  “I don’t care where we go, just get there fast,” Claire says, her lips roaming every inch of my neck. Her free hand lands on my erection, which is barely contained by my jeans, and I groan.

  “Sweetheart, hang on. We’re almost there.”

  “Don’t tell me to hang on. You left me in Coop’s office, remember?”

  I laugh remembering the frazzled look on her face after I brought her to orgasm against Coop’s office door. “Yes, but if you get your hands on me, I’m going to blow my load before we even get in the house.”

  “And that’s a bad thing?”

  “That’s a very bad thing because I’d like to be in here when I get off,” I say, moving my hand between her thighs. Claire is soaking wet, and she squirms in her seat when I brush my fingers along her panties.

  “Oh God, you’re killing me, Trevor. Just get there already.”

  “I love it when you’re like this,” I tell her, trying to concentrate on the road.

  “You’re going to love it even more when I get you home.”

  “Counting on it.”

  When I hit the end of my lane, I pick up speed. I don’t even bother pulling into the garage. I toss the truck in park, pull Claire across the seat, and climb out. Her legs wrap around my waist, her hands dive into my hair, and her mouth claims mine as I maneuver us up the front walk.

  We stumble into the house a twisted mess of arms and legs and mouths. There’s kissing and pulling and yanking and lots and lots of touching, and in a matter of seconds, my clothes are gone. My cock springs free, bobbing hot and hard between us as we tumble to the floor.

  “May I?” she says, reaching for my erection.

  “You don’t ever have to ask.” But I can’t even begin to tell you the things it does to me when you do.

  With languid movements, Claire scoots down my body and looks up at me. Wrapping her fingers around my cock, she guides me to her mouth. Her tongue darts out, licking the drop of precum off before she pulls the head into her mouth.

  Placing my hand along the soft curve of her neck, I hold Claire steady as I slide into her mouth. Her tongue sweeps over the tip before pressing along the underside of my cock. She sucks me deep.

  I brush her hair out of her face, fisting it at the back of her head so I can watch her pull and work my cock. Her mouth is hot and wet, and nothing has ever felt this good—except sinking into her tight, warm pussy, which I plan to do very soon.

  “Claire, baby, you need to stop or I’m going to come in your mouth.”

  “That’s the whole point of this,” she says, licking her lips.

  I grin. “Smartass.”

  “I want this. I want you to lose control.”

  “That’s not going to take much,” I say, guiding her head back to my cock.

  She takes all of me in. Wrapping her hand around the base, she strokes as her tongue swirls around my shaft. Pressing her tongue toward the roof of her mouth, she sucks as she slowly pulls back, and I let out a guttural moan.

  “Yes. God, yes. That’s it, Red.”

  She takes me deeper, as though my words fuel her efforts. I squ
eeze my eyes shut when my cock hits the back of her throat. Claire’s head bobs up and down. Her fingers slip between my legs and she cradles my balls, massaging them gently. I thrust, giving her more, and she moans. I can’t hear it over the blood rushing through my ears, but I can feel the vibrations against my shaft.

  “That’s it, baby. Suck it hard.” A sheen of sweat coats my skin. My hips move faster, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. “You look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

  Heat settles at the base of my spine. My balls tighten, drawing upward, and with a loud moan, I explode. My body jerks, but Claire doesn’t stop. She keeps sucking, taking every last drop I give, and when my body goes lax beneath her, she licks the shaft clean. She kisses my belly, working her way up my body until she reaches my mouth.

  “How is it that I ended up completely naked, and you still have all your clothes on?”

  Claire smiles cheekily and puts her chin on my chest. “I guess I was just more determined than you were.”

  “I’ll show you determined.”

  I flip us around so our positions are reversed and jump to my feet. I hoist Claire into my arms with ease and stride down the hall.

  “You have a thing for holding me, don’t you?”

  “You fit perfectly in my arms,” I tell her.

  Kicking open my bedroom door, I walk in and lower Claire to her feet. I reach for her blouse, but she stops me. The weight of the moment and the emotion I’m feeling settle heavy in my chest.

  “I need to be inside of you, Claire. Please.”

  “You will be.” Pressing a hand to the center of my chest, she pushes until my legs hit the back of the bed, and I sit down.

  With her eyes locked on mine, Claire peels off her shirt, tossing it to the floor. My mouth waters at the sight of her white lace bra. She licks her lips, her eyes dropping to my cock, which grows under the weight of her stare, and toes off her shoes. Her skirt is the next to go, falling in a pile on the floor.

  Hooking a finger in the sides of her underwear, Claire slips them over her hips and kicks them to the side. “Eyes up here.” Her command is gentle. I look up, and the vulnerability in her eyes matches the soft tone of her voice.