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Wouldn’t it be wonderful to do something with that morning erection? She wondered how many girlfriends he’d had. He certainly couldn’t have had tons if his mum had been sick since he was a kid. She couldn’t think of anything more erotic than getting the chance to seduce him. And maybe then he could seduce her back. She’d never even had an orgasm with Liam. It had always been over too fast, because Liam had about as much interest in foreplay as he did in having root canal treatment. Trey would be much more considerate.
His erection certainly didn’t repulse her, or bore her the way Liam’s often had.
She was so busy imagining how much she would enjoy exploring it more, that she jumped when his large hand covered hers.
‘Morning, Lizzie.’
She lifted her head, to find his chocolate eyes watching her. ‘Hi. You’re awake. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to …’
‘Don’t be.’ He sent her a shy, sexy smile, his hair flattened on one side, but still gorgeous.
He looked half asleep, his pupils dilated, his lids at half mast. He didn’t move her hand, but he let it go to sweep her hair up on either side of her head.
Her pulse pounded in her ears at the tender affection, the sleepy invitation in those heavy-lidded eyes. Easing her exploring fingertips further into his pants, she stretched up to press her lips to his, the thrill rushing through her.
The kiss became fervent, seeking. She flattened her palm against the warm firm flesh of his belly and thrust her hungry tongue into his mouth.
The click of a lock, the muffled buzz of voices and footsteps seemed to be part of a dream, barely registering over the hot rush of blood to her head. And the beautiful strength of Trey’s fingers in her hair.
‘Lizzie? Trey?’ Her mother’s shocked voice pierced through the fog of arousal.
‘Who the hell is that?’ The harsh male shout yanked her the rest of the way out of the erotic dream. And into a nightmare.
Trey’s head snapped back as large hands grabbed the front of his shirt.
‘Get the fuck off my daughter.’
Lizzie tumbled backwards off the sofa, her back hitting the floor as Trey was yanked out of her arms. Her mind crashed into complete consciousness as she watched her dad, his face tight with fury, haul Trey up by his shirt front.
Lizzie scrambled up. Her limbs clumsy with shock. ‘Stop it … Don’t …’ she cried on a whimper of breath, her lungs paralysed with horror.
Trey shook his head, obviously confused. ‘No, wait …’ He raised his hands in defence as her dad’s arm drew back, his fist bunched.
‘Luke, don’t!’ her mum yelled behind her. Too late.
Her dad’s fist connected with Trey’s jaw, the sickening thud reverberating through her as Trey’s head rocked back and he crashed to the floor.
‘Dad!’ she screamed.
‘You hit Trey. I hate you!’ Aldo raced into the room and launched himself at her dad, kicking him and shouting.
Lizzie rushed to kneel next to Trey.
He held his jaw, blood seeping from his mouth, his expression one of shock and pain and guilt. ‘I’m sorry, Lizzie. I’m so sorry.’
‘It’s OK, you didn’t do anything wrong,’ she said, tears pouring down her cheeks. How could her dad have hit him like that?
What the fuck is Dad even doing here?
‘Yes, I did,’ Trey said, his voice breaking. ‘I shouldn’t have touched you.’
She blanked out her dad’s grunts and curses as he held Aldo off while her little brother punched and kicked, trying to batter him like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.
It serves him bloody right.
‘But I wanted you to touch me.’ She clung to Trey as he stood.
‘I should go.’ He looked devastated as he dislodged her clutching fingers.
