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“Are you two going to say something or just eye fuck each other?” one of his friends jokes behind us.
His words break us from the trance we are in. Trevor grabs my arm roughly and pulls me behind him toward the house. He leads me right through the kitchen and down the side hallway. We don’t stop until we reach his room where he sits me on the edge of the bed. Trevor begins to pace the small length of the room, running his hand through his hair, messing it up. I have always loved when he did it. Something about his hair being a mess just turned me on and made me want him. I continue to watch him waiting for him to say something, anything, to me.
“Emma, what the fuck do you think you’re doing showing up here?” Trevor snarls, coming to a stop in front of me.
“You were avoiding me. I’m tired of it,” I push up from the bed and get in his face. Probably not the best idea to test him right now but I don’t care. He would never hurt me.
“You got hurt because of me!” He throws his hands up and backs away. “I’m so sick of watching you get hurt because of me. I can’t keep doing this. I love you too much.”
“I didn’t get hurt because of you!” I shout back, getting up in his face and forcing him back against his closet door. “I told my father I wanted to quit cheerleading and he freaked out. He didn’t want me to quit and told me I had no choice but to stay in it. I pushed the subject more than I should have. It had nothing to do with you! I can’t keep doing this Trevor! I need you on my side. You are the one person who always has my back, no matter what. We can get through everything if you promise not to leave me.” My face is red, and my chest is heaving after yelling at him. I want to cry, but fight back the tears trying to be strong.
“Emma,” he sighs as his hands grasp my waist and pull me against him. “I’m sorry. I just can’t stand to see you hurt. This time it wasn’t because of me but what if it is next time? I hate being apart from you. It kills me just as much as you. I just worry. You know I’ll always protect you first and foremost.” He leans down and places a soft kiss on my forehead.
That’s when I lose it, and the tears begin to fall. I cling to him and let his black t-shirt, already drenched in sweat, soak up my tears. Trevor is my peace, my reason for surviving the hell of my family. If he walks away for good, I know I wouldn’t be strong enough to handle it. The tears just keep coming as I struggle to get myself under control. Not once does he rush me. His hands just run along my back and through my hair in an attempt to soothe me. After a while, the tears begin to slow. When they do, Trevor picks me up in his arms and settles me on the bed as he pulls the covers back for me.
“Get in and rest,” he commands softly, his eyes full of worry.
“Don’t leave me,” I panic, reaching out to grasp his wrist, my eyes wide with fear.
“I won’t be gone long. I’m just going to tell the guys to head home.” He leans forward, placing a soft kiss against my lips. His other hand extracts his wrist from my grasp, and he’s out of the room before I can say another word.
I cuddle into his covers and wait for him to return. I try to keep my eyes open, but my exhaustion finally wins out and my eyes close. I’m not sure how much time has passed, but I feel Trevor crawl into bed behind me and join me under the covers. His chest is bare, and the heat from his body counteracts the standing fan on full blast pointed at the bed. I snuggle into his hold and let him soothe me back to sleep. I slightly remember mumbling something about when I needed to be back to the library, but I’m not completely sure. I know we hadn’t actually fixed anything between us but the hole in my heart was already filling up once more.
* * *
“Emma, I swear to god,”Trevor grumbles as he pulls the truck into park behind an old abandoned warehouse.
“What?” I turn in the seat to stare at him. “You’re the one who agreed to me coming along tonight.”
“Because I knew you would show up anyway. It terrifies me when you just randomly show up at places and don’t tell me. We barely got you back to the library in time for your sister to pick you up. If my father hadn’t run that light…” he trails off knowing I won’t listen to the same argument.
“You got me there, and she was none the wiser,” I smirk before leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek. “We both know I’m your good luck charm. So let's get our asses inside, you win this fight, and then we can leave and the night will be ours.”
Trevor rolls his eyes but opens the truck door to get out. I wait until he comes around to my side to open my door. We had agreed early on that I would always wait for him to check the area and make sure it was safe before getting out. It was the least I could do to help his nerves over my safety at a location like this. I knew he hated bringing me but also loved having me here.
“Stick to my side.” Trevor grasps my hand to pull me close to him before letting go to wrap his arm around my shoulders. I relax against the side of his body and let him guide me inside and through the crowd.
Up ahead, I see his friends beat us to the location and secured a spot for me to watch the fight without having several others around me. Trevor leads me to where they are standing, giving me a quick kiss on the lips then turns to head toward the ring. I know the drill, and with some assistance, manage to climb up onto the cement barrier to sit and watch. Each of his friends flanks me on either side and settles in to watch. Before the fight even starts some teenager is stumbling around drunk and bumps into my legs. It doesn’t worry me, but immediately he is shoved forward and falls flat on his face with a warning to not touch me. I just shake my head and wait for the fight to start. I know better than to tell them he didn’t do anything. Trevor made sure they knew no one touched me.
A few minutes later the fight starts, and I get lost in action. Trevor is quick on his feet and dodges most of the hits aimed his way. He takes a hard one to his left side, making him stumble away, but he recovers quickly and jumps back in. He and his opponent go around and around for a good five minutes before Trevor is able to swipe his feet out from under him, allowing Trevor to put him in an arm bar and pin him. The other male taps out signaling the end. Immediately I am standing on the barrier screaming and shouting to celebrate Trevor’s win. One of his friends has to grip my calf to help me keep my balance until Trevor makes his way over to me.
It feels good getting to watch him fight again. I missed the high that came along with the atmosphere. Now, I just need to convince Trevor to stop running. I am hoping that his bringing me here will do just that.
“Little Vixen,” he chuckles when he sees me.
I don’t wait and immediately jump into his waiting arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I plant a quick and hard kiss against his lips before he can say another word. With a groan, Trevor deepens the kiss, placing his hands under my ass, and walks away, carrying me with him. He breaks the kiss long enough to carry me through the crowd. When we get outside, he pushes me back against the passenger door of the truck to help him prop me up. Trevor kisses me hard then moves down my neck, kissing and sucking. I know he will leave a mark, but I couldn’t care less. I have my man back.
With a moan, I arch my body into his hold and grind against him trying to find the friction my body needs. It’s been too long since he touched or kissed me this way. I crave it and know it won’t take much before he has me screaming his name with my release.
“Emma,” he growls, biting my neck as his hand massages my breast. “There is no way I’m about to fuck you out in the opening like this.”
“Please, Trev,” I beg with a moan. “I need you.” I lean forward and kiss his neck just the way I know he likes to make him give in.
“I won’t fuck you, but I’ll help you find your release.” He places me on my feet, quickly unbuttoning my jeans so he can shove his hand past the hemline of my panties. His fingers hit my wetness quickly, and he groans. Shoving two past my folds, he begins to fuck me quickly with his hands. I lean forward into his hold and bite his shoulder to help keep me quiet.
He’s right; the last thing we need is someone coming up on us as he gets me off. My man is way too possessive to allow someone to see that.
His movements are erratic, and I can feel my release coming in no time. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, riding his hand. “Come for me, Little Vixen,” he whispers roughly in my ear. “Come on my hand. Show me just how much you want me. Show me what kind of dirty slut you are. Getting off in the parking lot where anyone can see and hear you.”
