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  “Todd, you’re spoiling all our fun!”

  Hearing Kate’s sullen protest, Trevor glanced to where his other brother was shooing the stripper out the door.

  “Fun’s over,” Todd growled.

  “Well then you’d better give me some money, because I paid a lot of money for that guy.”

  Trevor’s brows rose. Kate had hired the stripper? Kate? No way.

  Todd seemed to share his shock, because he let out a few choice words as he pushed Pete—who fortunately was the older Haggerty brother—all the way out the door.

  Trevor turned away and shook his head. “I can’t believe Kate’s behind the stripper.”

  “There’s a lot of things about Kate that you wouldn’t believe,” Megan muttered almost under her breath.

  “What was that?”

  “Nothing.” She slid off the bar stool and grabbed her purse. “I suppose I should head out too. It’s getting late.”

  “Did you drive here?” he asked, knowing full well she had, because her convertible was out front.

  She nodded, digging through her purse for her keys. When she retrieved them, he effortlessly plucked them from her hand.

  “I’ll be driving you home.”

  He expected her to argue, but instead she stared up at him through her lashes, her expression contemplative, before she gave a slight dip of her head.

  “That might be a good idea. But I promised Kate a ride home.”

  The minute the words were out, Megan wondered if she’d lost her mind. Having Trevor drive her home could only be trouble. But right now, trouble was just a little too tempting.

  “Hang on and I’ll ask if Todd can see her home.”

  She watched as Trevor went over to his brother, who’d sat Kate back down at the bar and seemed to be lecturing her now.

  Trevor leaned down, speaking near Todd’s ear and a moment later Todd gave a terse nod and waved him off.

  Megan bit back a smile and shook her head. Kate certainly didn’t look like she was nurturing a crush on the youngest Wyatt brother right now. More like nurturing a grudge that her stripper had been taken away.

  “He’ll take her home,” Trevor said. “Are you ready?”

  She gave a nod and turned toward the door, her stomach suddenly full of butterflies. They stepped outside and she welcomed the cooler air. The inside of the tavern had been ridiculously warm.

  Trevor unlocked the passenger door to her convertible and she climbed in, sliding onto the buttery soft leather seat.

  Leaning her head back against the headrest, she slid her palms over the side of her seat. She loved this car. How fast it was. How the wind felt in her hair when the top was down. How sexy it made her feel when she was in it.

  As Trevor slid into the driver’s seat, she glanced over at him through her lashes. Amusement simmered with the hot need in her belly. He was too tall for her car and had always bitched about the fact. He fit in it, but just barely. The man loved his truck. All the Wyatt brothers seemed to love their big cars.

  The convertible purred to life and Trevor pulled away from the curb a moment later. With the top down, the wind lifted her hair from her neck and she gave a sigh of content, watching Trevor drive from the corner of her eye. Stared at his large hand closed over the gearshift.

  Trevor had always been so good with his hands. With his mouth. God, with everything. Her gaze slid over to the thick bulge in his jeans and a heavy ache started between her legs.

  A few minutes later he pulled her car into the driveway of her small rambler.

  “How will you get back to your car?” she asked softly when he turned off the engine.

  They sat in the darkness, only the starlight giving any hint of light. Megan became acutely aware of every breath he took. Every little flex of his hands as he played with the keys now in his lap.

  “My car’s at my parents’ house. Tyson and I drove together down to the tavern. I don’t mind walking.”

  Sucking in a slow breath, Megan shifted fully in her seat to stare at him. He waited a moment, before turning to look at her with an arched brow.

  “Or,” she began slowly, “I can drive you back to your parents’ house in the morning. You could stay here tonight.”

  Chapter Seven

  The keys in his hands ceased their jingling as Trevor stilled.

  “Not sure that’s such a good idea, angel,” he finally said, his words uneven.

  Megan licked her lips, wondering if she was nuts but not really caring at this point. Right now she just wanted one thing. Or one person.

  “You thought it was a good idea yesterday.”

  “Yesterday you weren’t drinking.”

  “I may have had a few, Trevor, but any alcohol in my blood has nothing to do with what I want from you right now,” she said with quiet determination. “I’m pretty sure I’d be asking even if I was stone-cold sober.”

  Trevor closed his eyes and she could see him fighting to keep control.

  “And what is it exactly you’re asking, Meg?”

  “For you to make love to me,” she whispered, sliding a hand across her seat to touch his thigh. “For you to touch me like you used to once upon a time.”

  His teeth clenched, even as she watched his cock stir beneath his jeans.

  “And what about tomorrow, angel?”

  She gave a throaty laugh. “Well tomorrow’s going to come whether you fuck me tonight or not, Trevor.”

  His head fell back against the seat and the air hissed out from between his teeth. “Jesus, Megan, you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

  “I know what I’d like to be doing to you.”

  He swore under his breath, and then before she could blink he’d reached for her, dragging her out of her seat and placing her on his lap so she faced him, her knees straddling his thighs.

  “If I was a better man I wouldn’t be taking advantage of you right now, angel,” he muttered thickly, cupping her face in one hand, brushing his thumb over her lips as his gaze searched hers.

  A pang of sadness flickered through her. And guilt. But she shrugged it away. She needed this way too much to walk away tonight. Needed Trevor.

  “You’re not taking advantage, soldier,” Megan said softly. “I am.”

  Then before she could let him talk her out of it, she lowered her mouth to his.

  Trevor groaned and slid a hand into her hair, holding her head still as their lips met and parted, then his tongue slid deep to rasp against hers.

  Heat exploded inside her, rocketing through her blood and making every one of her nerve endings tingle. She kissed him fervently, fumbling to undo the buttons on his shirt.

  Tearing his mouth from hers, Trevor said, “We should go inside.”

  “That would take too long.” She leaned down to bury her mouth against his neck. Her tongue flicking out over the pulse, finding the familiar salty taste of his skin she’d been craving for over a year. The taste of Trevor.

  She closed her mouth around his flesh and sucked, wanting to leave her mark as if she were a sixteen-year-old girl claiming the quarterback. And maybe the idea of making love in a car was a bit youthful for someone pushing thirty, but right now it was a sensual turn-on.

  “Damn, angel, are you sure?” he choked out, sliding his hands down to squeeze her ass.

  His hips raised and his denim-clad cock ground against the heat between her legs. Her nipples hardened and moisture gathered in her pussy.

  “I’m sure,” she gasped, moving her hips against him. “Oh, God, I’m sure.”

  Trevor let out a low growl and abandoned her ass, immediately moving to pull her stretchy dress off her shoulders and down her breasts. He tugged the satiny cups of her bra down too, baring her to his eyes and touch.

  For the briefest moment she wondered if maybe they should go inside. They were sitting in her driveway in her convertible with the top down. Anyone could see them. But it was past midnight and the moonless night was dark, so the excitement f
ar outweighed the risk. Or maybe the idea of being seen was a bit titillating, if she let herself admit it.

  Trevor’s hands moved to cup her breasts and any ability to think period disappeared. His palms, calloused and large, had always brought her so much pleasure, and they didn’t fail now.

  Goose bumps broke out over her body as his thumbs swept across her sensitive nipples.

  “Suck on them,” she begged, cupping the back of his shaved head and urging his head down.

  Trevor moved his hands to her ass again, lifting her body so her breasts brushed his face. His lips closed around one tip, sucking it deep into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

  Pleasure sizzled through her and she let out a throaty moan, leaning back against the steering wheel. She stared at Trevor’s dark head as he suckled her. The pleasure on his face matched her own.

  God, it felt so good to be with him like this again. She’d missed him. Her throat tightened with the emotion of it all.

  Maybe she’d wake up tomorrow and realize she’d made a terrible choice when her heart was once again breaking. But right now the only choice was Trevor and this moment together.

  He was sleeping, and at any moment he was going to wake up. But damn it, if this was a dream, then he’d willingly sign the rest of his life over to slumber.

  Trevor dug his fingers into the fleshy part of Megan’s ass, adjusting her so he could have better access to her breasts. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of her and hearing the throaty moans she made.

  He wanted more than just her breasts in his mouth, he wanted to kiss and rediscover every square inch of her body.

  The sound of a zipper going down followed with Megan’s hands sliding into his jeans, finding him and stroking him free from his boxers.

  “I can’t wait,” she pleaded. “I need you inside me.”

  His cock throbbed almost painfully in her hand and he let out a choked groan, lifting his head to look up at her.

  “Angel, I don’t have a condom on me.”

  “I never went off the pill.” She lowered her head, brushing a soft kiss over his mouth. Then she hesitated and said, “And you were right about Henry. I haven’t even kissed him. I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

  Possessiveness ripped through him. Mine. He trailed his hands up her bare arms, loving the way she trembled. Megan would always be his.

  She gave a laugh, but it sounded a bit forced. “So unless you’re worried that you might have something.”

  “I haven’t been with anyone either.”

  Megan stilled, he couldn’t even hear her breathing.

  “Please don’t lie to me, Trevor,” she finally said quietly. “It’s been a year and we broke up. You’re a man, you have—”

  “Needs?” he rasped, toying with a silky strand of her red hair, brushing it over one of her erect nipples. “Yeah, I do. I need you in my bed. In my arms. I didn’t want anyone else, Megan. Any needs I had were taken care of with my right hand while thinking of you.”

  “Thank you for admitting that,” she whispered, her voice cracking. Then she gave an unsteady laugh. “So your right hand, hmm? I thought it felt a little more calloused than usual.”

  His lips curled into a smile, before he nipped the sensitive curve between her neck and shoulder.

  Megan let out a throaty laugh and moved her fingers through his short hair and over his scalp, the gesture almost loving. His chest tightened and he pressed a trail of kisses up over her collarbone, to the rapidly beating pulse in her neck.

  Her head fell back, once more an offering of pale flesh. He pressed his lips to her pulse again, while fumbling to push her skirt over her hips.

  His cock hardened at the realization of the panties she wasn’t wearing.

  “Fuck me, Megan. What the hell were you thinking?” he breathed, already moving his hand between her legs to cup her hot little pussy. “Not that I’m complaining.”

  “Mmm, I’m not sure. Maybe I was thinking of this? Subconsciously? Or consciously.” She moaned and spread her knees wider. “Please, Trevor, I need you inside me.”

  “In a moment, angel.” He slipped two fingers inside her soaked channel and bit back a groan when she clenched around him. “Just want to make sure you’re ready for me.”

  “I’m ready.” She panted, her inner muscles clenching around his fingers. “I’ve been ready for over a year. Take me, Trevor. I need you.”

  With her hand still stroking his cock into a granite-like state, he abandoned any attempts to slow down. Wondered why the hell he was even trying.

  After pushing his fly open a little wider for comfort, Trevor grasped her hips and eased her down onto his cock.

  He watched Megan as she bit her lip, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he slid deep inside her. The hot, wet walls of her pussy gripped him as she sank to the hilt.

  Home. God, it was like coming home.

  Neither of them moved for a moment. Trevor needed the instant to absorb that this was really happening. To savor the ecstasy of being inside Megan once more. Her breathing came just as erratic as his. In fact the shuddering breath she’d let out when he’d thrust deep hinted that the intensity rocked her to the core as well.

  “Incredible,” she finally whispered and began a slow glide back and forth. “You feel so incredible.”

  “Yes,” he ground out and gripped her hips, thrusting up into her as she rode him. “Oh fuck yes.”

  It didn’t even take a moment before they found their familiar rhythm. And then they moved together, breathed together, and then entirely too soon—when she kissed him hard again—they came together.

  Trevor groaned as he emptied himself into her, again and again as the walls of her sex clenched around him, milking him dry.

  Megan let out a choked sob, before she buried her face against his shoulder, her body trembling through the orgasm.

  So fast. Jesus, they’d both gone off like lit explosives just moments after he’d entered her.

  Trevor closed his eyes and slid his hands up and down her torso, feeling her slender curves, reminding himself what it felt like to have her like this.

  “Oh, wow. That was so…” she whispered, the shock in her voice showing she was just as taken aback as he was. “It’s just been so long.”

  “I know, angel.” He brushed a kiss over her forehead and gave a soft laugh. “Next time, I promise we’ll slow things down.”

  Next time. He realized his words were more than a little presumptive, but when she didn’t tense or correct him, he figured he was in the clear. And there would be a next time. Many next times.

  “We should probably head inside,” he suggested lightly. “In case your neighbors start filing out to discover what all that noise was.”

  Megan slapped him playfully on the back and then adjusted her dress again. “I wasn’t that loud.”

  He laughed, while tucking himself back into his boxers and jeans, before pushing the car door open wide.

  Megan slid off his lap and climbed out first, and then he followed after her, shutting the door behind him.

  She set off toward the house, her legs trembling like a newborn colt. Smiling, Trevor swept her up into his arms.

  “I’m too heavy for you to do this,” she murmured, even as her head came to rest against his shoulder.

  Trevor snorted. “I’ve carried weapons heavier than you, Meg.”

  “Mmm. Well thank you. My thighs are killing me after being in that position. Not that I’m complaining or anything.”

  When he reached the door, he set her down again to open it. Unlocked. His lips twisted into a slight smile. Some things never changed in a small town.

  Megan moved inside and turned on the lights. “I’m going to pass out soon, but I want to shower first.” She paused and turned to face him, arching a brow. “Will you be joining me?”

  The vision of her naked and water sliding over her body had his cock stirring again.

  “Absolutely.”

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bsp; Chapter Eight

  In the shower, Megan’s heart squeezed with the tenderness Trevor demonstrated with her.

  He washed every inch of her gently, brushing off any attempts she made to get him to use her loofah, and instead used his hands.

  It was wonderfully sexy. Watching his big, calloused hands sliding over her body, spreading the slippery body wash into her skin. And then he took the shower nozzle and pulled it from its holder, rinsing the suds from her body.

  Each patch of skin he cleansed, he brushed a kiss over. Taking his time to swirl his tongue over her nipples and dip into the crater of her belly button.

  And then he hung the nozzle back up, falling to his knees and bracketing her hips in his hands.

  Megan leaned forward with a sigh, placing her hands on the wall above him as she shifted her feet farther apart. Thick curls of steam swirled around them, the smell of soap heavy in the air.

  The damp pressure against her pussy had her gaze dropping and a shuddering breath escaping. And then Trevor’s tongue didn’t just dance over the folds of her sex, but slid between them.

  A moan built low in her throat as she watched him. Trevor had always been so amazingly good at eating pussy. Their first night together had blown her mind, and unlike some of the men she’d dated before him, he seemed to really enjoy it. He’d always seemed to love the foreplay as much as she did. And as their time together had grown longer, that never faded.

  He didn’t even glance up at her as she watched him. Seemed much too intent on tasting her, on bringing her to pleasure. And dear God was he doing it. Trevor had always seemed to know exactly what she needed.

  She let her eyelids flutter closed on a groan as he licked his way up her slit to find the sensitive pearl of flesh.

  His mouth closed around her clit, ripping a gasp from her throat. She let go of the wall to clutch the sides of his head. Holding him against her, she rocked her hips against his mouth, needing to find that promised peak.

  How had she lived without this for a year? Without Trevor? Living on a vibrator and memories of the man she loved.

  The same way you’ll get by again when he leaves in a week.