His Every Need

by Terri L. Austin

  “If you ever send me a picture like that again, I will be in a fetal position for the rest of my life. Is that what you want?”

  Allie laughed. “You should see you mother. She’s eating it up. No pun intended.”

  “Oh. Good. God.”

  “Pix gave us a bag of penis paraphernalia. If I’m not mistaken, there’s a candy cock ring with you name on it, mister.”

  “I’m hanging up now.”

  “Wait, I’m bored.”

  “You’re at a naked male buffet and you’re bored?”

  Allie shrugged, even though he couldn’t see it over the phone. “Yep. You’ve seen one waxed, naked ass, you’ve seen them all.”

  “You realize that no man thinks that way?”

  “That’s why you guys can be led around by your junk.”

  “Point taken. And I do love it when you call my cock ‘junk.’ So sexy.”

  “How about a winkie?”

  He laughed. “Yes, that’s much better, thank you.”

  “So, what are you guys doing?” She walked up and down the sidewalk, looked at the marquis pictures of the male strippers.

  “Smoking a cigar, trying not to punch Paolo in his classic Italian nose. Ignoring my father.”

  “You want to come meet me? It’s a dork smorgasbord here. A dorkgasbord, if you will.”

  “That is beyond tempting, love. But I’ll stay here and probably drink too much.”

  Allie stood in silence. She wanted to tell him she missed him. She wanted to tell him she loved him and never wanted to spend another night apart. But that’s not what Trevor wanted.

  “Allie, are you still there?”

  She cleared her throat. “Yeah, I’d better get back inside. They’ll wonder where I am.” She hung up without waiting for his answer.

  When she walked back into the club, a muscle-packed blond was straddling Pix while she shoved bills into his man panties. Allie winced and made her way back to the table.

  Mags, released from her onstage exhibition, shimmied to the music and sat across from Allie. “You must get a lap dance darling, they’re so much fun.”

  Allie glanced over at Pix, who spanked her bare-assed friend. He wore a flag G-string, a bomber jacket, and a pair of aviator sunglasses. “No, I’m good,” she yelled at Mags over the music.

  Somewhere along the line, Mags had gotten ahold of a penis straw and now sipped her wine out of it. Allie’s eyes found Karen’s, and suddenly, she burst into a fit of laughter. Karen joined her.

  After about another hour of rump-shaking good times, they clambered into the limo and drove to an upscale sushi restaurant. Mags strolled in, still proudly wearing her penis pin.

  Before she sat down, Allie excused herself and went to the restroom. Karen followed. As Allie stood at the sink washing her hands, Karen stepped out of the stall, her eyes meeting Allie’s in the mirror. Karen waved her hand in front of the soap dispenser and took a deep breath.

  “Allie, I want you to know, I would never do anything to hurt Brynn. I feel responsible that she took off like that. Your father and I are slowing things down, trying to make sure Brynn’s comfortable.”

  Allie could hear Trevor’s voice in her head, telling her to stay out of it. She ran her hands under the dryer. “It’s really none of my business.”

  The older woman flung the excess water off her hands. “Of course Brynn is your business. And so is your father. He told me how you took care of your mother and helped him with the girls when she was so sick.”

  Uncomfortable discussing this subject with this particular woman, Allie shrugged. “The two of you are adults. If you want to hook up—”

  “We’re not hooking up.” Small lines fanned out at the corners of her eyes. “I’m in love with him. And he loves me too.”

  How could her dad forget her mom so quickly and fall in love with another woman he barely knew? “Look, Karen, I want my dad to be happy, but like I’ve told him, Brynn needs his attention right now. I’m sorry, but sometimes you need to put your life on hold for the sake of others.” Allie had done it. Now it was her dad’s turn.

  Karen nodded, her eyes red with unshed tears. “Yes, you’re right.”

  Allie shifted uncomfortably. “Um, I’m going to go back to the horndog sisters. I’ll give you a couple minutes, okay?”

  Again, Karen nodded.

  Allie felt horrible as she walked out of the ladies room. She should have stayed out of it. She should have kept her mouth closed. Karen seemed like a nice lady. But Brynn was her sister, and Allie wanted to protect her.

  She dropped into the chair. “Karen will be back in a second.”

  “I’ve ordered sake for us all,” Pix said. She held up a small hand-painted cup.

  “So, Pix, where did you meet Paolo?” Allie draped the napkin over her lap and took a sip of warm sake. The strong, clear taste burned a pathway to her stomach. She blinked back a few tears. “Whoa.”

  “It’s potent, dearest. I don’t want Simmons to have to carry you home tonight. Trevor would never let me hear the end of it,” Mags said.

  Pix ran her scarlet nail around the rim of the cup. “I met Paolo while I was vacationing in Cianciana. I was visiting friends, he was waiting tables in the hotel. Very Shirley Valentine of me I know, but darling, you only live once.”

  Karen appeared, pulled out her chair, and murmured an apology. Her face was a little splotchy, like she had been crying. Now Allie felt worse than terrible. She tried to give Karen a reassuring smile, but the older woman refused to meet her eyes.

  Allie refocused on Pix. “Who’s Shirley Valentine?”

  The sisters’ laughter filled the air.

  “Oh my, you’re so young,” Pix said.

  Mags sobered. “You’re right though—you do only go around once. I’ve made so many mistakes in my life. Failing Trevor being the biggest, of course. But leaving Nigel was a terrible mistake.”

  Pix laid her hand on Mags’s arm. “Don’t you remember the horrible rows? You and Nigel would have killed each other had you stayed together. And Trevor is fine.”

  Allie wouldn’t go that far. He definitely carried the scars of his parents’ messed-up marriage—make that marriages.

  “No, Trevor’s not fine.” Now Mags began tearing up. “He’s been very unhappy, very angry. I wish I had been a better mother, more nurturing. And Nigel was always the one. I’ve always loved him.”

  Karen remained silent and winced when she took a drink. Allie wanted to reach out to her, but what would she say? Yes, forget my fifteen-year-old sister? Go be with my dad, never mind that Brynn is suffering? What an endless night. Allie wanted the comfort of Trevor’s touch and his dry humor and naughty jokes so badly, she almost ached with it.

  “So, when is it your turn, Allie dear?”

  Allie blinked at Pix. “What?”

  “I’ve noticed the way Trevor looks at you, like he’s ready to pounce on you the moment you enter the room.”

  Allie’s cheeks infused with heat. “You have it wrong. Trevor and I…we’re just…” She shrugged.

  “Don’t put Allie on the spot, Pix. She and Trevor will figure things out in their own time,” Mags said.

  “Really though, I thought Trevor would never fall in love. He’s always been so commitment phobic.” She turned to Mags. “Is that the phrase?”

  Mags sighed. “Yes, just more evidence that Nigel and I ruined him.”

  “He’s not ruined,” Allie said a little too loudly. Feeling embarrassed by her outburst, her gaze flashed around the room, and she lowered her voice. “He’s just…in pain. And I really don’t feel comfortable talking about him like this.” She grabbed the sake and took a long swallow and, thanks to the coughing fit that followed, regretted it.

  ***

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��That chap is becoming tiresome. Doesn’t speak a word of English. Don’t know what Pix sees in him.” Nigel puffed around a fat cigar, a drink in one hand and his eyes roaming over the semiclad ass of the cocktail waitress who walked by.

  Trevor raised a brow. “Really?”

  “Can you believe your mother and I are getting married again?” Nigel nudged Trevor’s ribs. “She was always the love of my life, you know.”

  “Did your four other wives know that?” Trevor let the waitress take his drink and refused a refill. He had to drive home since Simmons was escorting the women tonight.

  “I fooled myself into thinking I was content. But it was all an illusion.”

  Trevor glanced at the roulette wheel. Paolo lost another bet. He watched as the younger man mopped his brow, then Trevor glanced at his father. “Your cock didn’t seem to notice the difference.”

  “My heart did, Trev.” Nigel patted his chest.

  “Unless you want Pix and the Italian Stallion to become your physical dependents, I’d stop him from placing another bet if I were you. This asshole is running through Pixie’s money like he inherited it himself.”

  Nigel sighed. “Oh, bugger.” He walked to the table and grabbed Paolo by the shoulder.

  Trevor rolled his eyes. How much longer until he could go home? He liked his home. It was comfortable there, cozy. And the thought of Allie in bed had him smiling. He loved sleeping with her. With her back to his chest, she’d curl up like a sleepy cat, press that tight ass against his cock. He sighed and looked at his watch.

  Paolo and Nigel threaded their way over to him. Nigel tipped his head at the younger man. “Lost a barrelful, this one.”

  Paolo plunked down on a stool, propped his elbows on the bar, and buried his head in his hands. Then his head popped up. “Pix, will, how you say, kill my body.” He slid his thumb across his throat.

  “We’ve all lost our shirt a time or two, mate. And better she chop off your big head than your little one.” Nigel slapped him on the back.

  “I say we call it a night,” Trevor said.

  Nigel frowned. “It’s not even midnight, Trev. What’s say we go to see some tatas? Yeah?” Nigel cupped his hands in front of his chest for Paolo. “Tatas. Tits. Breasts.”

  Paolo’s face lit up. “Sí, tette.”

  “Yeah, see, Trev?” He pointed his cigar at Paolo.

  “Take a cab.” He started to walk off, only to have Nigel pull his sleeve. Trevor looked down at his father’s hand and scowled. “Let go of me, old man.”

  Nigel clenched his jaw. “I told you not to call me old man.”

  “If the two of you tossers want to ogle topless women, fine, but I’m going home.”

  “Ah, I see what this is about.” Nigel grinned and nodded. “You miss Allison. Granted, she is a lovely girl. Cheers, Trev. Very pleased for you.”

  Paolo’s forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Tette?”

  “Hold your horses,” Nigel said.

  Trevor jerked his arm from his father’s grasp. “I don’t know what you’re on about.”

  “You and Allison, Son. You’ve finally got hit by Cupid’s arrow, eh? Love is a beautiful thing.”

  Trevor’s face became void of emotion. “I’m leaving.” He strode out of the bar, through the casino. The laughter, chatter, and sounds of slot machines faded into the background. Nigel was clearly a mental case. Trevor wasn’t in love with Allie. He didn’t believe in it—silly, sloppy emotion. Just another word for wanting to shag someone. And that’s what he wanted to do with her, shag. That was all. She was just a girl, really. A beautiful girl with an amazing smile and a spectacular pair of tette, but just a girl.

  He rubbed his chest as he stalked out of the casino. He didn’t love Allie. Period.

  Chapter 20

  Allie kicked off her shoes and made her way up the stairs. Tonight had been exhausting. Mags was a handful, but add Pixie into the mix, and they became unhinged. Karen was a quiet, dark cloud who would have cast a pall over the evening if Mags and Pix hadn’t been so enamored of their waiter—a young student named Matt. They fawned over him, quizzed him about his girlfriends, and Pix groped his ass. The sake had gone straight to her libido. Paolo had better be up for the challenge.

  Allie went to her own room first, a little disappointed that Trevor wasn’t already naked and in bed, waiting for her. She tugged off her dress and slipped into a sexy nightgown and robe before she headed to Trevor’s room.

  When she heard the shower running, she stepped into the bathroom. A wet room with no doors, her view was unhampered. He stood facing her, his head tossed back, his eyes closed as streams of water ran over his broad shoulders, down his muscled chest to his lean hips. His legs stood slightly apart, his cock jutted out, long and hard. Allie grew damp and aroused just watching him.

  His gray eyes popped open. Her heart thundered at the sight of naked, beautiful Trevor.

  “Come here.” He held out his hand to her.

  Entranced, she untied the knot on her robe and slipped it off. Her nipples hardened as his eyes raked her body. Slowly, she brushed the straps from her lacy nightgown down her shoulders and let it flutter to the floor.

  Trevor’s chest heaved as he took her in, his gaze lingering on her breasts. His stormy gray eyes traveled to her face. “Allison.” His voice, deeper and huskier than usual, shot a bolt of desire right through her.

  Without hesitating one more second, she walked toward him. He scooped her up, pressing her back against the wall, and kissed her. The warm cascade of water hit her from all sides, and soon she was slick with it.

  Wrapping her legs around his waist, Allie kissed him back, bit his lip, sucked his tongue, thrust her own in his mouth as she grabbed a handful of his sopping hair. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. His eyelashes, even darker when wet, spiked together and framed his fierce eyes.

  “I don’t love you,” he said through clenched teeth. “Do you understand? I don’t love anyone.” He thrust inside her, hot and hard. His fingers dug into her hips as he ground himself into her. “Allison, oh God, Allison.” With each thrust, he chanted in her ear.

  Allie buried her face in his neck, her tears mingling with the water.

  ***

  She awoke in his bed the next morning. She knew without having to look that he was gone. After his declaration of unlove, he’d finished inside her. It was the first time they hadn’t used a condom. Then, carefully, as if she might break with the slightest pressure, he dried her off and carried her to bed. Not a word was spoken between them as he curled his body around hers, one hand holding her breast, his leg thrown possessively over her own.

  He didn’t speak in the middle of the night when he stroked her body to orgasm before sliding into her. Nor earlier in the morning, when he woke her by flipping her over and burying himself inside her as he leisurely fucked her senseless.

  Now she lay in sheets that smelled like him, a clean, crisp scent that made her grab his pillow and inhale deeply. When she realized how pathetic she was, she tossed the pillow aside and sat up.

  Plunging her hands through her long, still-damp tangles of hair, she sighed. He didn’t love her. Why did he say it? Did he suspect her feelings? Had she revealed herself somehow? Oh God, how humiliating.

  With a hurting heart, she climbed out of bed. Her nightgown and robe had been folded on the small bench at the end of Trevor’s carved bed. She quickly dressed and went to her room to take a shower.

  Allie stepped into the en suite, and as she shrugged out of the robe and nightgown, the outer door clicked. With a towel clutched to her chest, she poked her head out of the bathroom. Trevor stood, dressed in a dark, expensive suit, a bright blue tie perfectly knotted at his throat. Hands thrust in his pockets, he leaned his back against the door.

  “I went to my room, but you were gone
. How are you this morning?”

  Her fingers tightened on the towel. What was he really asking? If she understood that he didn’t love her, didn’t care about her, that it was still just about sex? Or did he really want to know how she felt this morning? All the progress they’d made over the last few weeks, all the closeness had fallen away, and she was back to square one. A fuck toy.

  She shrugged. “Fine.” Her eyes rose to meet his.

  “Good.”

  They stood in silence for some moments. “I’m going to get a shower,” she said, biting her lip to keep herself from bursting into tears.

  “Yes, of course. I’ll get out of your way.” He was acting weird and formal.

  When he left, she sank to the cold, tiled floor and sobbed. She cried until she didn’t have any tears left, then attempted to pull herself together.

  After she’d showered and dressed, Allie crept downstairs, hoping like hell she didn’t run into Trevor again. She couldn’t handle the awkward tension between them. And she was determined not to fall apart in front of him.

  Once she was in the foyer, she heard voices raised in the drawing room. Allie ran toward the commotion and met Frances running through the hall from the opposite direction. Together, they stood in the doorway and watched Mags storm around the room.

  “I can’t believe you, Nigel. You are unbelievable.” There were no darlings, dearests, or sweets to punctuate her sentence. She must really be angry. And she was repeating herself.

  “Darling, I don’t see what the problem is.” Nigel stood next to the drinks cart, a quizzical look on his face. He watched her roam about the room.

  Mags, her agitation growing by the minute, began walking faster and waved her hands over her head, like Mussolini. “Of course you don’t, you stupid git.”

  “Watch yourself, love.” He wagged a finger.

  Mags threw her head back and laughed. “Watch myself. You should watch yourself, you bastard.”