Prologue
(Just a little recap in case you need a refresher)
“I think I can manage that,” Trevor said, rolling his hips into her grip and making Zoe lick her lips in appreciation.
She really wasn’t sure how she’d survived the last week without him. Five years without plain old sex was nothing in comparison to seven days of going without sex with Trevor. She prayed that she never had to experience this kind of torture again, because she was positive that she wouldn’t survive.
Of course, she knew that if she truly wanted sex that all she had to do was yell his name and he would have come running, which was part of the problem. She needed a little space to make sure that this wasn’t just about sex for either one of them. Although she’d missed touching him and holding him, she’d actually missed just being with him more.
She missed his smile, the way he glared at her when she teased him, the way he pouted when he ran out of food, and she even missed his bossiness. She just missed him and up until a few hours ago, she hadn’t been completely sure if he wanted her for her or for the arrangement, but after his cute little antics, she knew that he loved her.
His attempts to see her were so sweet and entertaining. When her hot water had suddenly stopped working, she’d almost called out to him, but then she’d heard him in his bathroom muttering to himself for her to hurry the hell up so that he could turn the hot water tank back on before the pipes burst. So with a little pleased smile she sat back, curious to see what else he’d do.
When he’d snuck into her apartment to entice the dogs with his underwear, it had taken every ounce of strength that she’d had not to laugh her ass off as she pretended to be asleep. It had been especially difficult when the dogs managed to steal the underwear out of his hand and make a mad dash for the kitchen. For about five minutes she discreetly watched as Trevor did his best to chase after the dogs without making any noise. She had to admit that for a man his size, he did a pretty good job of quietly running after her dogs, except for the occasional curse that is. When he’d finally managed to grab the two dogs and shut the door behind him, she’d buried her face in her pillow and laughed until it hurt.
He was just so damn cute.
Her favorite moment of course, was when he was outside jacking up her car while his cousins and uncles all stood along the sidewalk taking pictures and laughing their asses off at him. Except for the few times he’d flipped them off, he ignored them as he’d struggled with frozen nuts and bolts for almost two hours straight. Of course, he probably would have finished a lot faster if his family hadn’t been throwing snowballs at him while he’d worked.
They really were an entertaining family.
Still she’d held out, curious to see what he’d do next. When that something else had been shutting off her heat, she gave in and came over, even more curious to see how far he would take things.
Except once he had her where he’d wanted her, he’d left her alone. She couldn’t even begin to describe how disappointed she’d been when he hadn’t joined her in the bathtub. An hour later, disappointed and wrinkly, she climbed into bed waiting for him to join her there. She’d really been looking forward to falling asleep in his arms, but the jerk never showed up so she decided that maybe it was her turn to make a move.
“But we’re going to do it my way,” Trevor announced just before he took her mouth in a quick, too quick, passionate kiss.
“What’s this now?” she asked in a daze.
“I said we’re doing this my way. While I work, you’ll talk,” he said, grabbing the hem of her oversized tee-shirt and yanked it up and off her in a matter of seconds, leaving her completely nude. Trevor’s rough sound of approval sent shivers of anticipation throughout her body.
“Talk?” She watched as he devoured her body with his eyes and she was thankful that the room was dim enough to make her feel comfortable.
“Uh huh,” he said, pulling her forward. “You tell me all about this new arrangement while I make up for seven days, sweetheart.”
She opened her mouth to answer, but the only thing that came out was a loud strangled moan as Trevor closed his lips around one of her taut nipples and sucked, hard. She had to grab his shoulders and hold on before she fell over.
He wanted her to talk? Now? He really couldn’t be serious.
“W-we can talk later,” she suggested, hoping that he’d do that little thing with his teeth and tongue that she loved.
He did.
But then he pulled back and she nearly whimpered.
“I think,” he said, leaning forward again and running the flat of his tongue over her nipple, “that this is the perfect time for you to tell me what you had in mind.”
“But later would be better,” she said, sounding a little desperate and not really giving a damn. The man had a gifted mouth and she was more than willing to let him use that gift on her.
“I think now is perfect,” he murmured, tracing a line with his tongue from one nipple to the other. He traced around the nipple that practically begged for his attention before he drew it into his mouth and sucked.
“Now?” she choked out.
“Get talking, woman,” he said around her nipple.
“About?” she asked hazily.
He chuckled around her nipple before he flicked it with his tongue and pulled back. “This new arrangement of yours,” he reminded her.
“Oh right, the arrangement,” she said numbly.
“Get talking or I stop,” he said and just to prove that he was serious, he pulled away from her breast.
“Okay, okay,” she said, grabbing the back of his head and yanking him back to where he belonged. With a small chuckle, he took her nipple back into his mouth.
She forced herself to ignore how unbelievably good he felt or the fact that he held her hip tightly so that she couldn’t move against him and focused. If they were going to have any hopes for a future there were a few things that they needed to clear up.
“How many children do you want?” she asked, knowing that this was by far the most important question. If he was hell bent on only having one kid it was going to become a bit awkward.
“As many as you’re willing to give me,” he said, pulling back and releasing her nipple with a wet pop. “Next,” he said, burying his face in the crook of her neck as one hand continued to squeeze and caress her breast as the other slid from her hip to her bottom where his talented hand kneaded and squeezed, forcing her to cradle his erection.
“Next....okay, um,” she said absently as she tried to rub herself against him and this time he allowed it. “If um, if we get married we’re going to need a bigger home,” she said, remembering his offer to buy them a house. She wasn’t sure if he meant right away or sometime in the future, but with twins, Bradford twins, they were going to need more space soon. Not to mention a large kitchen with more storage space and maybe a larger fridge.
“I’ll build you a house, sweetheart. Anything you want,” he promised against her neck.
“I just want you, Trevor,” she said, knowing nothing else really mattered as long as she had him.
“You have me, sweetheart,” he said, pulling away just far enough so that he could look into her eyes. “I promise that you will always have me.”
“No more pretending,” she said, feeling her chin quiver, knowing that it would kill her to go one more day pretending that he wasn’t everything to her. Out of everything that had happened between them that was the one thing that hurt the most.
“Never. I’m going to make damn sure that everyone knows that you’re all mine,” he swore just before he swooped in and took her mouth in a hungry kiss.
“You promise?” she asked against his mouth, feeling her heart race.
“Promise,” he swore.
“Any other conditions for this new arrangement that I should know about?” he asked, moving his mouth back to her neck.
“Just,” she said, licking her lips as he nibbled and licked his way down towards her breasts, “that the sex condition is still very much in effect.”
“I suppose that will be fine,” he murmured huskily, running his tongue down one breast until he could once again take her nipple into his mouth.
“A-and I get to name our kids,” she said, hoping that he was properly distracted, because she had some really cute names for boys that she really liked, names that were really pretty and underused.
“Not fucking happening,” he said, releasing her nipple.
“But-”
“Not happening,” he said as his hands returned to her hips. With a gentle grip he guided her off of his lap and onto her back. “As much as I love you, I just can’t let you do that to my boys, sweetheart.”
“But-”
“Not happening,” he said, pushing her legs apart as he shifted on the couch until he was crouching between her bent legs.
“What about Frances or Julian? Those are both-oh my God, don’t stop doing that!” she practically screamed when he lowered his head between her legs and began lapping at her slit.
“So,” he said casually as if he weren’t currently driving her out of her mind by leisurely running his tongue between her slit, just missing her clit, “let me see if I understand this new arrangement.”
She may have whimpered when he traced her slit with the tip of his tongue and she damn well knew that she moaned when he teased her clit. Licking her lips hungrily, she rotated her hips, desperate to force his teasing tongue to go where she needed it, but he simply grabbed her hips and held her where he wanted her.
“You’re going to be at my beck and call for sex,” he mused and she moaned in agreement. “I’m going to take care of you while you worship me and we’re getting married. Did I miss anything?”
“I really don’t remember you proposing or more importantly, saying yes,” she managed to point out when all she wanted him to do was stop talking and get back to licking.
“I did. You just don’t remember,” he said, tracing her slit with the tip of his finger as he flashed her that sexy grin of his that drove her crazy.
“No, you didn’t.”
“I did,” he said, sliding his finger between her slit to tease her entrance.
“I think I would have remembered that,” she said, licking her lips as her body trembled in anticipation.
“You were overcome with joy. In fact, if memory serves me correctly you said the sooner the better, because you were looking forward to waking up at three in the morning to me licking you out and having access to my body twenty-four seven so really you should be-”
“You’re right,” she said, panting as she rolled her hips into his touch, closing her eyes in bliss as he took the hint and slid his finger inside her. “You did propose. It was beautiful, memorable even, so we can probably move on to the actual sex now, right?” she asked, sounding desperate and not really caring at the moment.
He chuckled, the bastard. “I suppose we could do that,” he said, pressing a kiss to her thigh as he slid his finger in and out of her at a delicious rhythm. As he fingered her, he took his time trailing kisses up her leg, before pausing between her legs to drive her insane by taking her clit between his lips and sucking.
She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue and loving the way he groaned as though licking her affected him just as much as it did her. After a minute he pressed one last kiss to her wet slit before he pressed a trail of kisses north, pausing at her soft stomach to press a tender kiss where their babies were.
Zoe bit her lip as she tried not to cry out as her body tightened in anticipation of the powerful orgasm she knew that he was setting her up for. When he took her mouth in a hungry kiss she slid her hands down his back and between them, cupping him through his underwear and loving the way he thrust against her hand.
Without any hesitation, she released the two buttons that somehow managed to restrain his long, hard erection and freed him, guiding him to where she needed him. With a small groan, he removed his finger and slid inside her. She couldn’t believe how good he felt.
Without a condom she could feel the smooth velvety skin and hard veins to perfection. He felt so good, so right, she decided as she pulled his mouth down for a kiss. As he devoured her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her mouth the way he was thrusting his cock inside her, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly.
“Love you.....love you, Zoe,” he said, groaning as he quickened his pace.
She opened her mouth to tell him how much she loved him, but he chose that moment to do a little twist thrust with his hips that sent her flying. Digging her nails into his back, she threw her head back and let out a strangled scream that only seemed to set him off. He began pounding into her until she was forced to hold onto him or have her head slam into the arm of the couch. In seconds he had her screaming his name as he groaned out his own release.
For several minutes they laid there trying to catch their breath as they held each other tightly. They probably would have stayed that way for the rest of the night if her traitorous stomach hadn’t growled, startling them both.
With a pleased grin, Trevor ran his fingers through his sweaty hair as he pulled away from her, pausing again to press a tender kiss to her stomach. “I guess it’s time to feed the baby,” he said, looking and sounding truly happy and she couldn’t help but smile.
Never in a million years would she have thought that a woman like her could make a man like him happy, but he was and for the first time in her life she was truly content. She had a good job, good dogs, babies on the way and a man that she’d fall more in love with each passing day.
“I’ll go make you a sandwich,” he said, tucking himself back in his boxers and shooting her a wink as he sauntered towards the kitchen.
Of course, it didn’t hurt that she also had a man that she loved to torment.
“Better make it two, you do know that we’re having twins, right?” she asked innocently and tried not to laugh when he stumbled.
Chapter 1
“Please, just let me die,” Zoe whispered harshly, hugging her bent knees tightly against her chest as the hot water continued to rain down on her, giving her some relief from the nausea, not much, but at the moment she’d take whatever she could get.
“Sweetheart, you need to take this pill,” Trevor patiently explained from where he knelt on the bathroom floor beside the bathtub, holding a pill and the cup of ginger ale that was even at this distance causing her stomach to lurch violently.
She clamped her mouth shut, because just the thought of putting anything in her mouth right now made her pray for death. She couldn’t do this. She just couldn’t, she decided, unaware that she’d started shaking her head with a miserable moan. All she wanted to do was sit here under the spray of hot water for the next five months until it was time for the babies to come out, but she knew that was impossible thanks to the small hot water heater that would probably only last for a few more minutes.
“Please take the pill,” Trevor said soothingly. “It will make you feel so much better.”
“It will make it worse,” she muttered pathetically as she tightened her hold around her knees, noting with dread that the water was starting to cool off.
“I promise that it will make it all better,” he crooned softly as he pulled the curtain back slowly and attempted to approach her with the pill and the ginger ale that promised to send her running back to the toilet.
“I-I can’t,” she muttered, stubbornly turning her head away.
“You can,” he said, reaching up and turning the water off. “I know it doesn’t feel like it, but this will make you feel so much better.”
Biting her lip, she shook her head.
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nbsp; “It will dissolve very quickly.”
Another shake of her head.
“If it doesn’t work, I’ll let you go for my balls?” he offered, promising her the one thing in the world that would make her even consider risking another three hours curled up by the toilet, praying for death that had refused to come.
“It won’t work,” she argued, swallowing back the bile that threatened to send her crawling out of the bathtub and returning to the spot by the toilet that she was starting to consider hers.
“It will. The doctor promised that these would take care of your nausea almost immediately,” Trevor said, holding the pill out to her with a hopeful expression that was going to get him slapped.
“He said the same thing about the last pills,” she reminded him with a barely suppressed shudder as she remembered her reaction to the last prescription that the doctor had called in for her earlier, the one that he’d guaranteed would ease her stomach. The
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