“I was happy to do it. I’m just glad your uncle is okay.”
Natalie let out a soft sigh. “Me too. I was so afraid that we’d get to the hospital and hear bad news. I can’t imagine my Aunt Patty without Uncle Sidney. They’re two pieces of the same puzzle, or at least that’s what he always says.”
Trevor smiled at the description. “Have you ever felt that way about anyone?”
She broke away to get in the passenger side of the car and Trevor found himself impatient for her answer. Was there some guy out there holding her heart hostage?
Once inside, he turned to her before he even started the car. “Well?”
She laughed. “I thought I had found that. But what I found was a guy who really liked banging one of his students. Well, a lot of his students since I wasn’t the only one, it turns out.”
“Ouch. That sucks. I’m sorry.” He really wasn’t, because that asshole’s bad decisions had brought her to him. If he knew his name, he’d send the guy a thank you card.
“It did suck, but I moved on. I’m here, and I love my classes. What about you? Have you ever felt that way?”
Trevor wasn’t sure how to answer the question anymore. So he went for brutal honesty. “My last girlfriend walked out on me after two years together. I was completely blindsided. I loved her. But I guess she didn’t feel the same way.”
Her sharp intake of breath was comforting.
“Well, it sounds like you’re well rid of her. Both of us are well rid of people who didn’t appreciate us. I’m done with people wasting my time. I’d rather be alone than led on and then discarded.”
“I agree.” Trevor glanced over at her, wishing that he wasn’t driving so he could keep his eyes on her face.
“What?” she said after a few minutes. “You keep staring.”
“Just watching your eyes get all bright when you’re in feisty mode. I like it. That’s exactly the kind of attitude that I wish my sister had.”
Natalie turned in her seat to face him. “Oh, you have a sister. I didn’t know that.”
“Her name is Talia. She’s a freshman at San Diego University this year. I’ve been a little worried about her. She’s not strong like you are. All Talia has ever cared about are books, and I don’t even think she’s ever had a boyfriend. I’d hate for her to get taken advantage of.”
“You’re a good big brother. And I’m sure she's much tougher than you give her credit for. She’s related to you, after all. The guy who told me five seconds after meeting that you’d walk around naked if you wanted and I could shove it.”
Trevor winced. “Sorry about that. I can be a bit…”
“Of a dick?” Natalie supplied. “Yeah I know. I figured that out on my own, thanks.”
“Ha, ha. Smartass. You’re not exactly an angel yourself. Inviting guys over and talking about cocks in my living room. You knew exactly what you were doing to me.”
“Oh? What was I doing to you?” Natalie raised her eyebrows.
“Giving me blue balls for starters.”
She snorted. “That was for our research paper. Not to tease your dirty fantasies.”
Trevor parked the car in front of their building. He turned off the ignition and they sat in silence, the only sound in the car his harsh breathing.
“You have no idea how many dirty fantasies I’ve had about you, Natalie. In my bed, in my shower, hell, even in the kitchen.”
“Really?” She looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Want to show me?”
He almost hurt himself, he jumped out of the car so fast. “Upstairs. Right now, you little tease.”
Nine
Natalie should have been ashamed. Her uncle was in the hospital, and here she was flirting with Trevor like some hussy. But her emotions felt like they’d been caught in a blender, swinging from fear to elation when she discovered that her uncle would be okay. And having Trevor right there by her side the whole time had done something to her.
It was a dangerous fantasy, to imagine that Trevor really cared about her. They were having fun. That was all. She wasn’t even ready for something serious after dealing with Brian’s bullshit. But she couldn’t deny how nice and how arousing it was to have a man take care of things the way Trevor had today. As soon as he’d seen what they needed, he’d taken charge and just done what needed to be done.
A take-charge man was a sexy thing.
Now she wanted to show him just how hot he’d made her.
“Okay, we’re upstairs. What should I do now?” Natalie giggled when Trevor almost tripped trying to get his jeans off.
She sat primly on the edge of the couch, watching as he struggled to get the rest of his clothes off. When she moved to take her shirt off, Trevor stopped her with one hand.
“No, let me. I don’t want to miss the good stuff.”
He focused on the swells of her breasts through her shirt, his hands kneading and shaping. When he tugged, Natalie raised her arms so he could pull the shirt over her head. At his motion, she stood and allowed him to peel her jeans down her legs. Soon, she stood before him in her bra and panties, shivering under his hot gaze. The way he looked at her made Natalie feel like the sexiest creature on the planet. It was hard to admit, but Brian’s betrayal had really shaken her confidence.
Now she had the incredibly hot Trevor Hamilton kneeling at her feet and looking like he was ready to worship her with his tongue. It would be hard for any girl not to get a little buzz from that.
“You are so beautiful, Natalie. I should be taking care of you right now, and yet, you have me thinking about fucking you against the wall.”
She shivered at his dirty words. “You are taking care of me. This is what I need.”
He regarded her for a long moment before he gave her a short nod. “This is what I need, too.”
There was something grave about the way he said it, like the words had more meaning than what was on the surface. He unhooked her bra and helped her step out of her panties, his fingers trailing over her skin like she was the most delicate treasure. But before Natalie could examine that too closely, Trevor picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. She squealed in outrage but secretly was thrilled at the barbaric display.
When he put her down gently on his bed, Natalie spread out her arms, getting comfortable. Their first time hadn’t been anywhere near a bed. She flushed and giggled at the thought
“What are you laughing at, beautiful?”
“This is the first time we’ll be in a proper bed.”
Trevor tilted his head to the side as he thought about it, a gesture Natalie found endearing. Then he shrugged.
“So it is. But it won’t be the last. Get used to being in my bed.” His lips covered hers and his tongue pushed past the barrier of her lips.
Natalie could only hold on, digging her fingers into his shoulders as she surrendered to his kiss. He tasted of sweets and coffee, a combination that would always make her think of Trevor. His hand snuck underneath and grasped the curve of her bottom. Natalie gasped into his mouth at the contact, the sudden grip on her flesh forcing her hips to tilt. The new angle allowed him to settle right against her core, making her cry out in delight.
Trevor’s dark chuckle only made her wetter. He was so arrogant, but in the bedroom that wasn’t a bad thing. He was arrogant in this case because he knew he had the goods to deliver exactly what she needed. She shivered as he ground his cock against her wet core. Natalie had never been the type to beg but she knew what he could do with it. And she needed it.
She pushed on his shoulders until he rolled onto his back. A naked Trevor spread out for her to enjoy was an enticing sight. Natalie took the opportunity to run her hands all over his sculpted chest and shredded abs. The man was too beautiful for words. His cock stood up proudly and she licked her lips when a bead of moisture appeared at the tip.
Trevor groaned. “Fuck, you’re such a little tease.”
Natalie scooted down on the bed until his cock was right in fron
t of her face, and he could feel the warmth of her breath. He inhaled sharply when she took him all the way to the back of her throat.
“Oh shit. Natalie, that feel so good.”
She moaned around his length, knowing the vibrations would drive him crazy. His jaw clenched, and he let out a strangled grunt. Maybe he was right and she was a tease, because it was incredibly satisfying to watch Trevor unravel as she tormented him with her mouth. He pulsed, thick and needy on her tongue and she sucked hard.
“Fuck, yes.” Trevor’s hand snaked into her hair, and Natalie moaned at the bite of pain. His eyes held hers, and she found herself unable to look away.
It was the most intense connection she’d ever experienced to allow Trevor to fuck her mouth as he watched the whole thing. She knew it had to be a sexy sight because she felt it, too. He couldn’t take his eyes off her mouth, seemingly riveted by the sight of his thick cock forcing its way between her lips.
“Jesus, you are going to kill me.” He pulled out reluctantly and she whimpered, not ready to lose that thick, powerful stalk just yet.
But he wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot. Natalie moaned helplessly as he didn’t release his hold on her hair. She felt completely at his mercy as he turned her around and pushed her head down to the mattress.
“Trevor, please.” Her pleading only made him chuckle as he got in position behind her. The way he held her down only increased the anticipation since she couldn’t see what he was doing; she could only feel.
The first thrust went so deep Natalie cried out in shock. Pleasure bloomed and coiled in her belly as he thrust again, his strong hand still holding her down to take his thrusts. To take whatever he had to give.
Natalie wailed as her orgasm crashed through her, her helpless position only fueling it. Trevor moaned as her muscles tightened around him, riding out her orgasm and stroking deeper to prolong it.
When she collapsed, exhausted, he gave her a few seconds to catch her breath and then pulled out. When she saw that he was still hard, Natalie’s eyes flew up to his.
“You didn’t–“
He shook his head. “No. I’m not anywhere near done with you.”
Trevor thrilled at the sight of Natalie, naked and satisfied in his bed. But something wouldn’t let him end this. He needed more than for her to just be satisfied. Something dark inside wanted to hear her scream his name. He needed to take her hard and make sure that he gave her more than any other man ever had.
Why he needed that, well, he wasn’t quite ready to examine that yet.
Natalie watched him with glittering eyes as he reached over to the night table and pulled out a strip of condoms. Her breathing got faster as her eyes went down to where he rolled one over his swollen cock. He came down on top of her, using one arm to hold himself up while the other plumped and played with one tempting breast. Her soft moans urged him to taste one sweet cherry nipple, his tongue snaking out to lick it.
Her mouth fell open when she felt his cock slide through her wetness. It felt so damn good that Trevor did it again, using his hard shaft to bump her clit. They moaned together this time and he lost the tether on his control.
Natalie surged upward at his first deep thrust.
“Trevor! Oh my god.” Her nails dug into his forearms as she came again, her internal muscles going crazy around him.
He grunted through the pain but it only enhanced the visceral pleasure of watching her come. Her orgasm only enflamed him, and he pulled back and slammed home again. Natalie held on as he thrust again and again, keeping pace with him and squeezing him until he thought he’d die from the sheer, white-hot pleasure.
Then she clamped down on him again and he came violently, the convulsive release taking everything he had. All the emotion, all the pain, all the rage came with it, and Trevor felt like he was pouring out his soul. Unable to help himself, he collapsed on top of her, his head pillowed on her full breast.
Once he finally recovered enough to move, Trevor turned his head slowly. Natalie smiled down at him lazily.
“Hi,” she said sweetly.
It was such a simple thing, but Trevor knew then that he never wanted to let this woman go.
“Hi,” he answered back, happier than he’d been in ages.
Afraid that she’d be able to see how sappy and completely, ridiculously satisfied he was if he looked at her too long, he pulled out of her gently. He needed a shower. Maybe in the time it took to clean his body, he could get his emotions under control. No woman should have this kind of power over a man’s heart. He’d already learned what happened when you let your guard down and allowed yourself to love someone. They had the power to hurt you. Courtney had shared two years of his life and then walked away like it was nothing.
Already what he felt for Natalie eclipsed every emotion he’d ever had before. It was so big, this sense of rightness that he felt around her, and it scared the hell out of him. If he felt this much for Natalie already, what would happen when she eventually moved on?
Somehow, he didn’t think he’d recover a second time.
“I’m going to take a shower.” He kissed her forehead, avoiding her searching gaze.
It made him feel like a bit of an asshole that he was leaving her right after sex, but that was how it was supposed to go, right? Casual sex wasn’t supposed to be about cuddling and feelings. So he had to cut off the desires that made him want to crawl back into bed and rest his head on her soft breast again. Maybe a cold shower would shock him back to his senses.
Ten minutes later, Trevor looked down at his hard cock and cursed. The cold water hadn’t helped at all, and he was still fighting the urge to go back into the room and climb on top of Natalie again.
She’s right there, naked and ready, his mind taunted him. Go and make her yours.
Trevor was about to turn the water off when slim arms encircled him from behind. Natalie’s breasts pressed against his back, and all the rest of his blood shot to his cock.
“Do you mind if I join you?” She reached around him and turned the water temperature back up.
She didn’t comment on why he was taking a cold shower after sex but just glanced down at his erection. Her eyebrow quirked and she grinned.
“You could have let me take care of this, you know. I don’t mind.”
Before he could blink, she was on her knees and had that hard, aching part of him between her lips. Trevor gave up on gaining any control over the situation and allowed his head to fall back against the tile.
If he was going down, he might as well enjoy the ride.
Ten
Natalie stretched her arms over her head and snuggled deeper under the covers. She was exhausted and sore, and she felt freaking amazing. She patted around the bed for Trevor, but he was gone. Instead, she found a note.
I just went to finish work on a project. If you wake up and miss me, come find me.
Natalie grinned, but the rational part of her brain intruded. Don't get too comfortable.
She shoved the thought away. But she had to wonder… what was going to happen now? Grabbing a pillow, she dragged it over her head. Physically they worked. Like really worked. Her skin was still buzzing from the electricity of his touch. But what did this mean? He was still getting over his ex, and she clearly had some trust issues.
It's not like they’d had any conversations about what they were doing here. Everything in the library had happened in a blur of hormones and tongues. And then they’d come home to find everything in crisis. So they had to go.
After the adrenaline spike of her uncle’s hospital visit, she’d needed comfort. She giggled, thinking about just how he comforted her. There hadn’t been much time for conversation.
She still couldn’t believe he’d wanted her to stay with him all last night. She hadn't expected it. She hadn’t even asked. As soon as she’d received the news, he’d just said "Let's go."
What in the world had she done to deserve him?
He's not yours.
> This was true. It seemed like things worked better when they actually had conversations. Which meant they were going to have to address the whole ‘Hey, we’re still roommates and we boned’ situation. Is this a thing, or is it nothing?
Well how do you feel about it?
She wanted to do it again. And again, and again. She liked him. Even when he was being an arrogant ass, he was still kind of snarky and funny. But also, he could have those totally sweet moments. Not to mention he was smart, like really damn smart.
Time to stop procrastinating. She ditched the pillow and pushed up to a sitting position in bed. She was so screwed. She really liked him. One moment, they were sniping at each other, well, more him sniping at her, pushing her buttons. The next, he’d kissed her in the kitchen, and she was being distracted by his morning moaning in the shower.
Then the next thing she knew, they were making love in the stacks at the library. And he was holding her hand in the hospital, telling her it was going to be okay.
After Brian she hadn't thought she was capable of falling for someone again. Trust was a problem. And with someone as good-looking as Trevor, no doubt he had a million girls following him around. Would she be able to trust him? Would she be constantly worried about him screwing someone else?
You’re getting ahead of yourself. Conversation first. And if he wanted to be friends with benefits, she could be okay with that.
No you can't.
Okay fine. No, she couldn't. She knew herself. Eventually she’d be looking for more, and that was where she would get burned. That's not you. And that will hurt. Because there would be others.
She had to stop being a coward and go talk to him. They could have this conversation like adults. Because at the end of the day, letting him go now would be a hell of a lot easier than getting really attached to him and having to let him go later.
She tossed on a T-shirt before padding out into the hallway. But when she opened the door, she froze at the sound of a familiar voice.
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