“You already know I do. I belong to you. I belong to them. For as long as you want me.”
He pulled her legs around his hips and locked them behind his back. Pressing his feet to the mattress, he threw his body into pumping motions, grinding inside her as she clawed his shoulders and whimpered with every stroke.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Give me the best you’ve got.” His eyes felt heavy. His prick was hot and slick. “You’re just so damned pretty.”
“You’re…oh my God, Trevor. Mmm.” She grabbed hold of his neck and held on tight as Trevor enjoyed the press of her breasts against his bare chest, the way she held onto him with every inch of her strength as he brought her to orgasm and threw the weight of his cock high inside her channel. “Trevor! Oh! Don’t stop, Trevor! Never stop!”
Her throaty cries for more drove him. He thrust inside her, driving his cock higher and with faster beats. He fucked as if he’d never have another chance to fuck her alone, bracketing his arm tighter around her waist as he held her against him. And as she came down from her orgasm, he rolled her to the bed, pulled out, and finished in his hand.
It hadn’t been the ideal situation, the more pleasurable way to end, but he’d at least been responsible—somewhat anyway—and as he cleaned up minutes later, he wondered why. Hadn’t he wanted a woman of his own? Hadn’t he longed for a family with someone who was ready to settle down? Then again, a big commitment such as family required planning and serious discussions.
He stood in the doorway a few minutes later, eyeing the beauty stretched out on his bed. “I love you.”
She smiled but her smile quickly diminished. “You just think you love me, Trevor. I’m not the kind of woman a man loves.”
“What do you mean you aren’t the ‘kind of woman’ a man loves? Everybody deserves to be loved, Sable.” He went to her then and gathered her in his arms. “You deserve to be loved.”
She looked up at him and in the most sincere voice he’d ever heard, she said, “Not me. I’ve done enough in my lifetime to be exempt from happiness. This is enough for now. What we have. What I have with your friends? That’s all I need. Let’s not ruin it by talking about love because love only fades. Love destroys what’s good in a relationship.” She patted his flaccid cock and whispered. “And you and I? We’re definitely good together.”
He kissed the top of her head and pulled her against him. As he drifted off to sleep with Sable in his arms, the same thought kept rolling through his head.
Trevor would soon prove her wrong. Sable deserved love and love didn’t destroy a relationship. It strengthened the people who were brave enough to admit they had formed a connection with someone very important to them, someone they could trust with their hearts.
* * * *
“Trevor, wake up!” Sable was frantic. “You have to wake up!”
Jarred out of his dreams, he frantically scanned the room. “What is it?”
“The gate,” she said, her voice shaken. “There’s a problem at the gate.”
Half-dazed, he stumbled out of bed, glanced at the clock, and grabbed his phone. He’d missed ten or twelve texts. The McCoys had decided it was time for a standoff and they were in Trouble. Local law enforcement agencies from neighboring towns had been called in but thanks to Tabor McCoy’s mob connections and apparent planning, no one could get close enough to Trouble to make a difference.
They were on their own.
Trevor hurriedly dressed. Before he made his way downstairs, he stopped in front of Sable and framed her face with his hands. “I want you to listen to me. Ellie will be here soon. Markie is coming for you, too. Whatever he tells you, do it. Don’t question it.”
“I have to go with you.”
“No.” Trevor was firm. “You can’t make this right, Sable. They will kill you. If they’re here for retribution, they want me, they want the McCalls, Nicholas, and anyone else who was on that front line the day Tony was killed. There’s nothing you can do or say that will change that. When someone wants revenge, they’re eaten up with it and it festers worse than any disease. You can’t cure a rabid dog, Sable, any more than you can soothe a madman’s rage.”
She slowly nodded. He gave her a quick kiss and hurried downstairs. Before he turned to the door, he looked back once more.
“Be careful!” she cried out.
He nodded once.
“Trevor!” She ran downstairs before he made it outside. She threw her arms around his neck and breathed at his ear. “I want to love. I just don’t know how.”
He placed his palm over her heart and smiled. “You know how, Sable.”
“What if I don’t?” She searched his eyes.
They were talking about this now? He swallowed the lump in his throat and remembered what his grandfather had once told him. “When a woman is ready to talk about love and babies, she’ll talk about it whenever the notion strikes. It doesn’t matter if you’re sitting down to a meal or in a crowded room full of people or in a movie theatre where all is quiet. When she takes that notion, she’s gonna talk and you’d best pull up a chair and pay attention. Otherwise, you may not get a second chance later.”
Trevor propped his rifle against the porch stoop and turned to the woman who already owned his heart. “Sable, you know what you feel. You’re just fighting it.”
“I’m torn, Trevor.” Her eyes watered. “Tabor McCoy was good to me. He’s up there waiting. I know he is and my heart is breaking because I don’t want him to die. At the same time, I know the kind of man he is. Even though he once loved me like a daughter…he would feel…betrayed.” She jittered something terrible before she added, “Don’t kill him, Trevor. If any of you can save him, save him. Don’t kill him because his son was foolish. He doesn’t deserve to die by your hands.”