by Cole, S. Ann
Sensing a presence, I turned my head to the left and found I was looking straight into the intense, pussycat-gray eyes of Axia. Her stare was hard and unwavering as she pinned me with it, as if trying to bring me under submission with just her stare.
What the hell was her problem?
“You don’t like being swept off your feet?” she asked. It was just her lips that moved, because her face was as hard as her eyes. Jeez, she was intimidating. Even with a pregnant gut in front of her.
Eyeing her charily, I answered, “If you’re asking if I hate that people are always lifting me up because I’m small, then the answer is yes. It’s pretty annoying, actually.”
Her lips flattened, and she nodded once. “What woman complains about getting swept off her feet by, well … ” she jerked her head towards Trevillo in the bar, whose back was turned to us, “Him?” I thought her stare couldn’t have gotten any harder, but it did as she asked, “What’re you in for?”
What? Turning to face her square on, I wanted to know, “Do you have a problem with me or something?”
Eyes icing over, she took a breath to answer just as Trevillo turned around with the drink he’d been concocting. Seeing Axia sitting at the bar trying to freeze me over with her glare, he shook his head. “Leave her alone, Axia.”
To me, he said, “Don’t mind her, babe,” as he set down the drink in front of me. “She’s a bully.”
Axia didn’t attempt to refute that claim, she just laced her fingers on the bar counter and watched us. Taking his advice, I turned to face Trevillo and ignored her.
The martini glass he served the drink in was covered in sugar, except for the stem. The color of the drink was a sparkly Sapphire blue and in it, was a cocktail stick of four fresh raspberries jutting out to the side.
“Taste it,” he urged.
Carefully, I picked up the glass by its stem and took a sip of his concoction. It tasted cool and minty, the alcohol in it being subtle. Feeling grains of sugar on my lips after I sipped the drink, my tongue automatically darted around them to clear the sugar, and I caught Trevillo grinning at me.
“What?” I asked, as I dusted the remaining grains of sugar off my lips with my forefinger then sucked it off. The aftertaste on my tongue was exotic — minty, sweet, tangy, chilly with a tinge of alcoholic sting.
With a roguish twinkle in his eyes, he confessed, “I purposely sugared the entire glass ‘cause I wanted to see you do that. You’re a natural fucking turn on.”
I tried not to focus on the darkening of his eyes, because now wasn’t the time or place to get all heated and excited. “What’s it called?”
“Angel’s feather.”
When I raised a curious brow at him, he expounded, “The color of the drink almost matches the color of your alluring eyes.” He slid one of the raspberries off the cocktail stick and dipped it in the drink, then rubbed it across my lower lip. “These raspberries are the exact red color of your lips.” He nudged for me to bite the raspberry, so I did, and his eyelids instantly hooded. “Deep, sexy, cock-hardening red.”
With a ferocious hunger in his eyes, he watched me as I chewed the raspberry and swallowed. Sliding his index finger up one side of the martini glass to collect sugar, he aimed it at my mouth. Without hesitation, I parted my lips and caught his finger, sucking off all the sugar. “And the sugar represents your taste: sweet.” I bit his finger hard, and that elicited a moan from him. “So. Fucking. Sweet.”
“Didn’t know you could mix drinks, Trev,” intruded the cold voice of Axia.
Sucked into a lust-filled haze, I completely forgot the woman was still there beside me. And that we were on a yacht with his family. I was too caught up in Trevillo’s seduction, too lost in him, too high on lust and need. So much so, the world around me had faded into stillness, and all I saw was him. All I felt was him. Enticing me. All I needed was him.
Slowly, Trevillo withdrew his finger from my mouth, allowing it to tug at my lower lip as he did. With his gaze never leaving my mouth, he answered his sister-in-law in a quiet, mellifluous voice. “Yeah. There are a lot of things I didn’t know about myself either … until now.”
Chapter 15
K. Kingston
Unexpected
An hour later, we were at sea, and by then the noisy jeering, bickering, and beer drinking had died down as, two by two, everyone snuck off with their significant other.
The yacht had three levels, and Trevillo and I were sitting on the top deck where we could oversee the two lower levels.
I moved to the edge of the deck and pushed my feet through the V-shaped railing, leaving my legs dangling in the air. Trevillo pressed up against my back settling his hands around my waist with his legs dangling on either side of mine through the railing. His chin rested on my shoulder as he gently swayed me to Rihanna’s Cheers playing at a moderate volume.
On the second level deck, I could see Princessa and her husband in the bubbling jacuzzi, relaxing with their heads back, sunglasses over their eyes.
Down on the first level, I could see Lovello and Axia sunbathing on a large, white leather lounge chair. Lying on her side, her legs were tossed across his thighs while he was lying supine, his hands working at massaging her feet. I observed his lips moving as he talked with his face turned up to the sky. While he was talking, Axia looked positively transfixed. She wore a grin that split from ear to ear, and her eyes, glowing with love, were glued to his face. In essence, she looked at him like he was her whole world and no one else existed.
“How far along is she?” I asked Trevillo.
“Hmm?” He sounded sleepy, relaxed. And it dawned on me we’d been completely silent since we came up here. Just being on the water and soundlessly enjoying a peaceful sail was the ultimate form of relaxation. One I hadn’t realized I needed.
“Axia,” I said, nodding to the couple on the bottom deck.
“Oh. Seven months.”
“Wow. Her stomach’s very small for being seven months.”
Trevillo didn’t seem interested in the topic, as he merely murmured, “Hmnh.”
“I think she hates me.”
At that, he chuckled. “Nah. That’s just Axia. She can’t be any better than she is. Even when she tries.” His lips pressed a kiss on my neck. “Knowing her, she was probably testing you. Seeing if you can stand and take a bitch-slap without wincing, or if you’re a softy who’ll cry and run.”
“You two are close?” I inquired, remembering Lovello’s flabbergasted reaction to Trevillo’s warning.
“Can say that.” I felt his shoulders shrug behind me. “She’s the only one who knew about you. Before I even came after you, I told her I intended to make you mine.”
Turning my head to the side, I tried looking at him over my shoulder. “Did you now? You were that sure of me?”
“Not in the least,” his tone implying he didn’t want to tread down that subject line.
So, again, I changed the topic. “Why does your fam call you Devil Boy?”
“Because I like to fuck with them.”
“But why do you taunt them the way you do?” I pushed, wanting to get deeper inside his head.
I witnessed a different side to him today. He was boorish and taunted the shit out of his siblings without apology. And even with all that, they still tried to include him in the midst of everything, depending on both him and Lovello for their laughs. None of their irritations against each other lasted more than a minute, and it was obvious even to the blind they had deep, genuine love for each other.
Trevillo’s answer proved that observation right. “Because I love them. More than they could ever imagine. I just express my love differently.”
Satisfied he answered that question truthfully and didn’t try to dismiss it as he did the previous ones, I moved on, thinking maybe he was now loosened up. “Why did you name your boat ‘Hopeless’?”
Hands around my middle, he began fingering my navel-ring. “You’ve got an awful lot of questions today.
”
Okay, so he hadn’t really loosened up. “I’m just trying to get to know you. More.”
His finger dipped inside my navel, and I sighed at how a simple touch of his finger could awaken my libido. “Self-explanatory. ‘Cause I’m hopeless.”
“Why do you think that?” I prodded.
In a case-closed tone, he said, “You’ve met me, Krissy.”
Silence stretched as I struggled not to fire anymore questions at him.
“Trev?”
“Hmm?”
“You don’t think this is crazy?”
“No. Do you?”
“Well, yeah,” I answered without a thought. “I mean, we’ve just started hooking up, and the next I know, I’m meeting your family, and you’re introducing me as your girlfriend.”
“So … ?”
I shrugged. “I dunno. I just … I just think we might be moving too fast?”
“Get used to it, babe. With me, things are usually insane, fast, and dangerous.”
“But it’s just — ”
I stopped when Trevillo leaned back, pulled his feet out from the railing, and drew his hands from around my waist as he ordered, “Turn around.”
Pulling my legs back, I spun around and sat with my back leaned against the railing. Trevillo slid forward, back into position, pushing his feet back through the railing as he grasped my legs and wrapped them around his waist.
He removed his sunglasses and hooked them onto the neck of his T-shirt and removed mine from my face to set them aside. Leaning back, he pressed his palms flat on the deck and watched me. “You aren’t getting it.”
“Getting what?”
“I’m not short on women, Krissy. Women are out there who would do anything to be on my arm.”
At his arrogance, anger began creeping up my veins. “Why the hell are you telling me th — ”
“The moment I first saw you, I knew I wanted you. That’s unprecedented. In all my years, I’ve never fucked a woman younger than me. Yet, I saw you once and I wanted — no, needed more than to just be inside you. Wanna know how many times that has happened before?”
The question sounded rhetorical, but I still asked, “How many?”
“Never.”
“So, what’s your point?’
Trevillo made an exasperated noise. “That I know what I fucking want. I’m with you because I want to be with you. Not because of an impulse. You were introduced as my girlfriend because that’s who I want you to be.” He shifted his eyes past me out to the sea, and they squinted as a gust of east wind swept over us, leaving his hair a thorough mess. “Want a bit of honesty?”
“Always.”
Eyes shifted back to me, he confessed, “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but I’m doing it anyway because it feels so fucking good.”
On a throaty, non-humorous laugh, I threw up my hands. “That’s the whole point, Trev. Neither of us know what we’re doing. We’re both gonna end up ruined.”
Trevillo leaned forward, cupped my face and gave me a soft kiss. “If anyone ends up ruined, it’ll be me. Not you. Because you, you were chosen.”
“The hell does that even mean?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, our tongues met as he used one hand to undo my shorts button and zipper and slid his hand right inside. At the simple movement, I was instantly aroused and by the time his fingers passed over my folds, I was more than ready for him, hanging my head with a moan.
As he pushed two fingers inside me, he husked, “Touch me, Krissan.”
No hesitation, I undid the button of his cargo shorts and unzipped them while his fingers worked inside me. Then I stopped, breathing heavy. “I don’t think touching you right now is a good idea … ”
“No?”
Sounding lame, I reminded him, “You’re very, um … vocal.”
Trevillo’s fingers stopped working, and he leaned back just a bit to look at me, a smirk on his lips. “You should be proud of that.”
I raised a brow. “Why?”
“Because, babe … ” He resumed moving his fingers, painfully slowly, inside me. Then abruptly, he rammed them so hard in me, I cried out. I quickly slapped a hand over my mouth, eyes widened.
Impishly biting down on his lip, he brought his mouth to my ear, flicked the lobe with his tongue, and whispered, “I’m only vocal when I’m getting fucked really well. You, you fuck me outstandingly well. So when I’m with you, I’m not just ‘vocal’, babe. I’m loud as fuck.”
Knowing what he was about to do next, he covered my mouth with his free hand, then slipped a third finger inside me and began finger-fucking me hard, and fast, and faster, and harder.
No doubt about it, I was v-o-c-a-l.
By the time we decided to wrap up our day, it was dark out.
“Gonna make a quick stop at your house so you can pack an overnight bag,” a distracted Trevillo told me as he reversed out of the parking lot.
Having been in the sun and on the water all day, I was feeling a bit lagged. Sailing on the sea could be the most relaxing feeling on earth. But as soon as your feet touches dry land again, a sudden dreariness hits you, as if you’d been wrestling with a shark out there.
Tired. Weary. Sleepy.
“I’m not coming with you tonight,” I let him know, as I massaged the back of my neck.
Trevillo shot me a brief glance and his attention went back to spinning the car around to face the main road. “What?”
“Trev, I have work to do. My Saturdays are usually spent drafting up my schedule for the week to come, making phone calls, and sending emails to ensure things will run smoothly with no bumps in the road.” I pulled on the car seat lever until it was reclined all the way back and closed my eyes, feeling extremely tired. “As it is, my Saturday’s been spent with you. Thank you for inviting me, it was fun. But now I have work backed up on me.”
“You can do whatever you have to do at my place,” he suggested, sounding disappointed.
“We both know that’s a bad idea.”
There would with be a whole lot of sexing and a lot less working.
“But I wanna fuck,” he whined like a petulant child, just short of pouting and stomping his feet.
I had to laugh. “How romantic, Trev.”
He remained quiet and pensive as he drove, and I began dosing off, but not before his deep voice started to suggest, “What if you — ”
“I’m not moving in with you.”
Silence, then, “That’s not what I was going to ask you.”
Opening one eye, I peeked over at him. He was leaning in the driver’s seat and maneuvering the car with one hand while his free hand was propped up on the car window. I swallowed, wishing I wasn’t tired and didn’t have work to do, because the sight of him there sent shivers through me, even though I’d spent the entire day in his arms. Of course, I, too, wanted to screw him tonight. But I had to keep it in mind, although he introduced me as his girlfriend, he was still my boss who expected me to do a job and do it well.
Being ‘Trev’s’ didn’t give me an excuse to slack off. Also, if my signature was going to be on a high-end project like Skylark, then it was going to be darn well perfect. I needed to remain focused and not allow this driving need and insane craving I had for Trevillo Nelson to steer me off course.
“What were you going to ask me, then?”
The side-long glance he shot me didn’t conceal his irritation. I was getting under his skin. “Just fucking forget it.”
Biting my lip to hide a smile, I snapped my eye shut and whispered, “That’s so what you were going to ask.”
Instead of offering a refutation, he leaned forward and turned up the car stereo, allowing the seductive words of John Legend’s Tonight to flood the car.
Smile residing on my face, I fell instantly asleep.
“Babe, wake up.”
The light jerking of my shoulder dragged me from an ephemeral but fulfilling sleep. Trevillo was crouched at the opened passenger door, watchi
ng me. I realized we were outside my house.
Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I pulled on the lever of the car seat until it was upright again and reached for my purse from the dashboard, thinking out loud, “Huh.”
“What?” he asked.
“I fell asleep, and you still took me to my house instead of yours.”
“Because you asked me not to.” He watched me for a beat. “I’m not a complete asshole, you know.”
At his miffed tone, I swung my legs out of the car, turning to face him. “You’re not an asshole in any sense of the word, Trev. You’re … ” I trailed off on a sigh and moved to leave the car as he shifted to stand.
Trevillo interlaced his fingers with mine and tugged me up to him, using his other hand to shut the car door behind me. “I’m what?”
Chomping down on my lower lip, I looked up at him. His sharp handsomeness was shaded with the night’s darkness, making it difficult to read his eyes. “Unexpected.”
Remaining impassive, he said nothing to that. Then, faster than I could register, he leaned down and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek, got in his car, and sped off. No words. Leaving me there, confused.
What did I say wrong?
Maybe I should have said ‘variable’, I thought as I journeyed up to the house. Because that’s how he was. One minute he was Mr. Intimidator, next he was The Smooth Operator, next he was The Funny Troublemaker, and then he was, well, that — that person who just left me out on the curb without a word.
Shrugging it off, I unlocked the front door and pushed it open to the pungent scent of raw sex slapping me in the face. Moans and grunts could be heard above the blaring of Lil Wayne’s Pussy, Money, Weed.
It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out Jahleel was engaged in some sexual activity in his living room. What bothered me was he’d never done this before. He knew I used his front door to get upstairs instead of my own side door. So he always kept his sexual business in his guest bedroom.
