“Let’s just go, Brad.” Monica refused to look at anyone as she slunk off toward the truck.
Brad walked backward, the security lights gleaming off the chain around his neck. “See you later, old man.”
Nigel, who had calmed down, moved forward. But Trevor held him back this time. “Let him go. The little twat isn’t worth it.”
“Did he give you the money?” Brad’s voice drifted back as he climbed into his truck.
She didn’t hear Monica’s answer over the roar of the engine.
“What a very unpleasant asshole,” Nigel said. “Imagine, calling me an old man. I’m in my prime. Just ask your mother.”
“I’d rather not,” Trevor said.
“Should I report this, sir?” Carl asked.
Trevor waved him off. “Only if he comes back.”
Nigel walked back to the house and Carl resumed his post by the gate.
Allie looked up at Trevor. “Sorry about that.”
He reached out and stroked her hair. “Not your fault, darling.”
“Sure about wanting me to stay? My family is a pain, but they’re mine. You shouldn’t have to put up with them too.”
Trevor sighed. “Yes, they are a bit much. But somehow I’ll suffer through.”
“At least you and your dad were on the same side for a change.”
“Oh yes, he’s in his prime, you know.” He slid his arm around her waist and walked toward the house.
This night had been a roller coaster. When Trevor had said she was free to leave, Allie should have felt relief. The debt was cleared, she could return to her family. But she hadn’t wanted to go. She knew this man would break her heart. He didn’t love her, he said he liked fucking her. That wasn’t the same thing at all.
Chapter 18
Trevor grabbed Allie’s wrist. Their earlier argument had been unpleasant, but they’d cleared the air and he was relieved she’d decided to stay. He wasn’t ready to let her go. He liked smelling her perfume when he entered a room, liked having her poke her head into his office at odd times during the day. And he enjoyed sleeping next to her at night. She frowned on that with the sisters in residence. He couldn’t blame her, really. So while he didn’t mind them being here, for his cock’s sake, he was glad they were gone.
When he reached the second-floor landing, he glanced back at Allie. She bore the same worried expression as she had the first time they met. It bothered him now. He wanted to ease her burdens.
“Come on, darling.” He took her hand and pulled her down the hall and around the corner to his room. He let go of her wrist, opened the door, and allowed her to precede him.
Allie hadn’t been in this room before. What a colossal mistake on his part. Suddenly, he had a burning desire to see her in his bed, her pale hair spread across his pillow.
“I can’t believe Monica’s going back to him. And she’ll probably wind up pregnant or worse, with no education, no money.” She walked over to the bed, her hand drifting across the carved bed post. She paused a moment and looked at it. “This bed is something else.” She jumped up on the mattress and leaned back. “She’s smart, she’s pretty, and she’s throwing her future away on this loser. Why?”
“Because he gives her the attention she craves.” He lay down next to her, and she moved over a bit to give him room. “It’s much easier to get this Brad fellow’s attention than have to work at something, like school.”
They lay in silence for a few moments. “You don’t like the bed?” he finally asked.
“No, I do. It’s just so over-the-top. I mean, you have four practically life-sized naked angels for posts.” She reached out and traced the vines carved into the headboard. “How old is this bed?”
Trevor reached out and traced Allie’s breast. “A few hundred years, I imagine.” Her nipples budded under his fingers.
“Was this bed your grandfather’s too, along with the collectibles?”
By now, Trevor had abandoned her breast, lifted the hem of her dress, and was moving his hand upward, over her hip. He slid his thumb under the strap of her knickers, rubbed her hip bone. “Yes, it was his life’s work, collecting bits and pieces. He’d become obsessed with a subject.” He moved his hand up to her stomach, brushed across her belly button. Her dress was hiked up, and he admired the rose-colored knickers. “Then he’d start collecting.” He moved over her, pressed his hips into hers while he grasped her wrists and held them above her head. “This was my bed as a boy. My grandfather’s old Georgian house was the only home I ever had.” He leaned forward and took her earlobe between his teeth. Allie arched toward him and moaned.
She wrapped both of those long, smooth legs around his hips. “What about this house? Isn’t it home?”
Notuntilnow. He almost said it out loud but clamped his mouth shut in the nick of time. The idea was absurd. What he and Allie had wasn’t about that. It was about sexual attraction, nothing else.
“I haven’t fucked you in my own bed yet.” He let go of her wrists, reached underneath her, and unzipped her dress, pulling it away from her shoulders and down her arms. Her nipples were visibly hard beneath the rosy satin bra. He bent his head and ran his tongue over one. He raised his eyes to watch her reaction.
Allie gave him a tender look that made him uncomfortable. In one quick move, he raised himself and stripped her of her dress. Then he settled over her again and roughly kissed her. He didn’t want to talk about his grandfather or her sister and the worthless boyfriend. He wanted to pound into Allison. Over and over and over again.
She kissed him back as she pulled his shirt out of his trousers and hastily undid the buttons down the front. She pushed it off him and ran her short nails down his back. God how he loved that.
With his knees on either side of her hips, he sat up and divested himself of his shirt, then watched as she reached beneath her back and unhooked her bra. He helped pull it off and cupped her breasts, flicking his thumbs against her nipples. Allie moaned.
This was what they had, this was all that mattered—how it felt when they were together. Everything else fell away.
Moving down, Trevor whipped off her knickers. He then hooked his hands under her knees and lifted them over his shoulders. Before he pounded into her, he was going to taste her. Thoroughly.
He ran his hands up and down her legs, ran his chin alongside her knee. Biting her lip, she shivered.
“Touch yourself, Allison. You know what that does to me.” He watched as she pressed her breasts together. Those lovely, full, pink-tipped breasts. His shallow breath quickened as he watched her lick a finger and twirl it around a nipple.
Groaning, he lowered himself until his mouth almost touched her pussy, and using both hands, parted her outer lips. With long, steady strokes he licked her before dipping his tongue inside her, then slowly lapped up to her clit. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, watching her with hooded eyes. “Talk to me.”
***
Allie couldn’t think, let alone talk. “Less talking, more licking,” she managed to say. Palming her breasts, she ran a thumb over her nipples. It was like there was an invisible string from them to her clit. She glanced down, her eyes meeting Trevor’s.
He continued to lick, his tongue darting inside her. Every muscle in her body clenched in response.
Then he stopped, planted a kiss on her thigh. “You taste sweet.” He slid a finger inside of her, brought it to his mouth, and sucked it. But those stormy gray eyes never left hers. “So sweet.”
She pinched her nipples into sharp points and ground her hips into the bed. “Lick me again.”
“Where, darling?” He raised his brows and looked like he could wait all night for her response as he ran his chin along her lower abdomen. His coarse stubble tickled her skin.