Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“You want to leave today?” I asked as I put the camera up.
“We can leave in the morning if you don’t want to go tonight.”
I put the bag strap over my shoulder, then turned back to him. If he realized this was him acting like more than friends with benefits, he was going to panic. Someone was going to tease him about it. I knew the guys, and they would say something. Then, Trev would go missing. I wasn’t sure I could recover from that again.
“You’re frowning, Lollipop. I don’t like it when you frown,” he said with his own frown this time.
I sighed and tried to think of how to say this and not upset him. It was a fine line with Trev Hughes. One I thought had gotten easier this week, but still.
“It’s just … us going to St. Thomas together. Just the two of us isn’t very friends with benefits.”
His frown deepened.
Well, crap. I’d done it. Why hadn’t I just shut up? When the guys started teasing him about it, I’d have to deal with him acting weird again. Now, I had just sped the process up.
“Okay, now, before you go and get weird, or run off to prove something, or whatever, I did not say the L-word. I did not say relationship. I am just warning you that the guys will say something about this and tease you. I need the reassurance that, when that happens, you won’t go MIA on me and repeat the last time. I didn’t like that, and I don’t want to do it again.”
Trev reached out and took the bag off my shoulder, then put it on his. “You worry too much, Lollipop. Come on.”
He draped his arm over my shoulders as we walked back to the stables.
“You still liking the job?” he asked me like I hadn’t just broached a deep subject.
“Yes. I love it,” I replied.
“You’re great at it. Dad’s impressed, and that’s hard to do.”
A smile tugged at my lips. I was glad I hadn’t disappointed Garrett. Not after what he was paying me to do this.
We stepped into the stables, and I went to put the camera bag away and lock up. Maddy had left an hour ago. The horses were all put up for the night. Kye was brushing Iron War. I waved at him as we passed on our way out, and he nodded his head.
Trev ignored him. He was still being ridiculous about that wink. I started toward the house when Trev grabbed the back of my jeans and tugged me back.
Glancing over my shoulder, I frowned. “What are you doing?”
“We aren’t going to the house just yet.”
“I thought we were going to pack.”
He licked his bottom lip and distracted me. I watched his tongue slide in and out of his mouth slowly.
“We will, but I want to take you somewhere first.”
I nodded. I was willing to go wherever he wanted to take me. The stone path that led behind the main stables turned into a dirt path that led into some woods. Trev held my hand, walking in front of me. It wasn’t very far before the trees cleared, and there was a rushing stream. It was beautiful. I hadn’t even realized it was hiding back here.
Trev kept going until he got to a massive live oak tree. He tugged gently on my arm and then pushed my back against the tree. I stared up at him. Those gray eyes were hooded as his gaze dropped to my mouth. Maybe he hadn’t brought me to see the stream, but make out instead. I was good with that.
“I’ve had you in my bed all week,” he said in a husky whisper, brushing his knuckles over my lips. “I’ve been buried deep inside you more times than I can count.”
I was starting to pant. When he talked in that deep, raspy voice and looked at me like that, it got to me.
“But there’s this thing that’s been bugging me,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss on my neck. “I keep waiting. Been real patient. Trying to make you so fucking happy that you can’t see anyone but me.”
I laughed. “Uh, Trev, that has never been an issue.”
He lifted his head, and his eyes met mine again. “What? That you just see me?”
I nodded. “I have made that clear.”
“I need you to make it clear again,” he whispered against my lips.
I tilted my head to capture his lips, but he pulled back.
“What?” I asked, ready to beg.
“Tell me why you don’t see anyone else, Lollipop.” He wrapped a finger around one of my curls.
What was he wanting from me? I was too turned on to understand. Did he want me to talk about his dick being big? Was this him trying to get me to dirty talk?