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TASHA

T his time when I woke up, there were no interruptions from my phone. Instead, it was quiet, which was slightly odd considering my apartment was right next to a road that constantly had high amounts of traffic. It took a moment to remember what happened earlier. The phone call from my mom, driving all the way to Trevor’s apartment, our kiss in the rain.

Sitting up, I looked around only to find the bedroom empty. The spot next to me was still a little warm so Trevor must not have left too long ago.

Unsure of the time, I quietly slipped out of bed, although I wanted nothing more than to stay in it all day. The dude had the comfiest bed I'd ever slept on. After a quick use of the bathroom, I left Trevor’s room. I could hear the patter of rain against the roof and windows, the dark clouds making it hard to tell the time of day.

Coming out of the bedroom, my curiosity came back in full force. With Trevor nowhere to be found, I finally let myself peek around his place since I didn’t get the chance when I came in earlier. Trevor living in an actual house was surprising. Most people our age lived in apartments since it was cheaper and easier to take care of. He was away for games a lot during the season, so it made me wonder who took care of the place when he was gone.

All on one level with at least two bedrooms, it was almost like the little bungalow was made for a couple. I was too busy ogling Trevor early this morning to take the time to notice how well-decorated his living space was. I wasn’t sure if he did it himself but I was impressed with the gray colored couch that took up most of the living room. It could easily fit ten people and looked just as comfortable. There were pictures of wintery mountains and scenery hanging on his walls.

The sound of clinking pans drew my attention toward an archway off to the side of the living room. Following it, I walked through a wide threshold and came to a stop on the edge of a gorgeous kitchen. A huge island sat right in the middle with barstools on one side. Deep blue cabinets contrasted beautifully against the white granite.

Immediately, my eyes landed on the figure leaning over the stove. Still dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and no shirt, Trevor stirred whatever he had on the stove, totally oblivious that I was behind him.

The corner of my lip tilted up as I leaned against the wall, watching him. Damn, the sight of a shirtless man in the kitchen was enough to make any girl swoon but seeing a muscular back with tattoos was a whole other thing. All I wanted to do was run my nails down that back and see what was under those sweatpants. Who knew I’d be so attracted to hockey players?

I could get used to seeing that view.

The thought came out of nowhere, surprising me. But what was more shocking was how it didn’t scare me as much as before .

“What are you making?” I asked a moment later. At the sound of my voice, Trevor flinched, whirling around with a spatula in his hand. He had it raised as if to defend himself. “If I was an intruder, you’d already be dead.” I raised an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms.

“I’ll have you know, I am quite skilled with a spatula.” I knew he was trying to sound intimidating but it only made me grin.

“Yeah, okay.” Pushing off the wall, I walked farther into the kitchen, going around the island. “Is that…eggs?”

“Thought you’d be hungry.” Reaching up, Trevor rubbed the side of his neck, looking almost embarrassed. It was beyond sweet he thought to make me something.

“I am.”

“Take a seat, m’lady.” With a fake British accent, Trevor gestured to the barstools.

“Thank you, good sir.” Who was I to say no to a hot guy making me food?

I was more than happy to sit there and watch Trevor move around the kitchen. The sight had me clenching my thighs together under the counter.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll burn the eggs,” Trevor told me, his back facing me.

My cheeks heated at being caught staring. “I wasn’t looking,” I lied, making him chuckle.

“Suuure. So that wasn’t your eyes I felt undressing me?” He glanced over his shoulder at me, smirking.

“Must have a ghost in here.” I shrugged, making a show of looking around.

“Uh-huh.” Still smirking, Trevor leaned over the counter and placed a yummy-looking omelet in front of me.

“Thank you.” My heart stuttered in my chest at the act of him cooking for me. Avoiding his eyes, I took a bite. I couldn’t look at him without wanting to kiss him. The two of us probably needed to talk about a few things before we…continued on that path.

“This is really good.” I hadn’t realized just how hungry I was. I only ate a few bites at the diner in the hotel yesterday, too busy freaking out about Trevor and me. “Didn’t know you could cook.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” I glanced up to see him bent over, arms on the counter, as he watched me.

He wasn’t wrong. There was a lot I didn’t know about Trevor, but I wanted to learn everything. How he took his coffee. What his favorite pre-game snack was. That was, if he wanted to share those things with me.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” Trevor suddenly asked. Lifting my head, I met his gaze. Those gorgeous green eyes stared at me with an emotion I couldn’t place. Fear? Disappointment?

It would be easy to say no. To sweep it all under the rug like I did for so long and ignore the way I felt about him. How I felt from the moment we met. But I meant what I said earlier.

I was tired of being scared. Of letting my parents and fears dictate what I did with my life. I was done letting that moment in the club ruin my chances of having someone. I wasn’t even sure if Trevor wanted to be with someone like me—someone broken—but now was my opportunity to find out.

“I did.”

My words lingered between us. I refused to look away from him, hoping he knew that I was serious.

I waited impatiently for him to say or do something. Each passing second made my anxiety skyrocket. Just when I thought he wasn’t going to reply, he stood to his full height. I watched his every movement as he rounded the side of the island. I swiveled the barstool to face him as he came to a stop directly in front of me.

Swallowing, I held still as he stepped between my legs, bending down just a little to see my face as his arms came around me, hands on the counter behind my back. I was fully surrounded by all that was Trevor Hall. He was so close all I had to do was lean forward an inch and our lips would have touched.

The muscles on his arms flexed as he caged me between them, making my breath hitch in my throat at how close that powerful body was to mine.

“Are you completely sure that’s what you want?” he asked. The vulnerability in his eyes almost took the breath out of me.

“I've never been more sure of anything in my life.”

My words seemed to split whatever control Trevor had on himself. Bringing one hand up, he cupped the side of my jaw, tilting my head back. I wasn’t sure who leaned in first, but the moment our lips met, everything else faded.

The kiss was soft at first, but then it turned into something hurried and rough. It almost felt like I was being punished with how he kissed and nibbled my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. This was my consequence for not letting him do it sooner. Somehow, my legs ended up wrapped around his waist, his erection pressing against me through the boxers I wore.

When I opened my mouth so his tongue could sweep against mine, a groan reverberated deep in his throat. My hands finally got their wish as they moved up his bare abdomen, the hard muscles flexing under my fingers.

As my fingers traced the indentations leading to the waistband of his sweats, Trevor’s hand slid down to my neck. He grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head. Our lips lost contact as he tugged softly but firmly. An involuntary moan left my lips.

My eyes fluttered open as Trevor leaned over me, eyes dark, lips quirked up into a smirk.

“Tell me to stop.” His voice was so deep as he spoke. As if he was trying his hardest to hold himself back. “Tell me to stop, or I’m going to take you right here, right now.”

I struggled to get words out.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he added. I knew he was talking about what I'd gone through in the past year. The thought of being intimate freaked me out a little still but nothing about Trevor scared me. I knew he would never hurt me and that he would stop if I so much as uttered the word no.

Bringing a hand up, I softly touched his face. My heart threatened to explode at how sweet the man in front of me was. How could I have missed how incredible he was?

“You would never hurt me.” Making sure he knew what I was saying, I tilted my hips up, grinding softly against the bulge pressed against me. His grip in my hair tightened slightly. Loving the reaction, I bit my lip and moved my hips again.

His shoulders were strained with tension as he held himself still, his eyes locked with mine. The muscle tight under my palms. I needed this. I needed him. Right. Now.

Dropping my hand, I trailed it slowly down his chest as I leaned forward, lips grazing his. “Please.”

Trevor groaned, that one word his undoing. Pulling my head back farther, he trailed his lips down the column of my throat, hips pressing into mine so I couldn’t move.

I breathed heavily as he planted open-mouthed kisses along my neck. The slight stubble on his face tickled my skin. When he reached a spot on the side of my neck, my back arched. My hard nipples rubbed against the shirt I was wearing.

When he sucked on the side of my neck, I moaned loudly. My eyes closed as he sucked the sensitive skin. He pulled away from my skin with a chuckle.

“That’s the sound I’ve been dying to hear.”

“Maybe you should have tried harder,” I quipped.

In response, he let go of my hair only to reach down and grab my hips, pulling me straight off the stool and into the air. In one second, I was sitting on a barstool and in the next the back of my thighs touched the cold granite island.

Before I could fully register the chill that soaked into my legs, Trevor’s mouth was back on mine. God, I could kiss his lips all day if he let me. They left mine a second later, making me groan. When I didn’t immediately feel his lips again, I opened my eyes, watching as Trevor moved to kneel between my legs.

“W-what are you doing?” My voice was breathless. My cheeks heated up at the thought of him there, pressing his mouth to a part of me that no man had been in a long time.

“Tried harder,” he repeated, following it with a tsk and a wink.

I swore I stopped breathing as he grabbed the waistband of the boxers he lent me and started tugging them off. I was completely bare underneath and the thought of him seeing that had me squirming. Oh God, he was about to see my pussy. Up close and personal. There truly was no going back now.

As if sensing my thoughts, Trevor’s eyes met my own. He never looked away as he pulled them off and dropped them to the ground. His thumb softly rubbed my inner thigh, the action soothing the tension in the air. And in my throat.

The sight of him kneeling before me was by far the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I was embarrassed to admit how much I needed him. The way his pupils were blown and the hungry look on his face he needed me just as much.

I did nothing but watch as he gently pushed my knees apart, baring me to him. Trevor let out a low groan, eyes fluttered shut for half a second. “So fucking pretty.”

Leaning back on my elbows, I tried my hardest not to close my knees as he reached out, his fingers brushing the wet spot between my thighs. Just that one simple touch had me whimpering.

Looking up at me from under his lashes Trevor leaned down, trailing kisses up my thigh before finally reaching my pussy. With the flat of his tongue he licked my pussy in one long lick. My eyes immediately rolled back, and I let out a moan that filled the kitchen.

Holy fuck.

I felt Trevor’s chuckle against my skin before his mouth met me again. As if punishing me again, he teased my clit with one little flick before moving a few inches down, spearing my pussy with his tongue. I slowly swirled my hips, rubbing myself against his face as I continued to whimper and moan and let myself have this moment.

Trevor’s hands came up and hooked around my hips, keeping me firmly in place. There was no getting away. No running in the opposite direction while pretending my feelings for him weren’t real.

I reached down and threaded my fingers through his hair, tugging at the soft strands. All my insecurities flew out the window as Trevor feasted on me right there on his kitchen island like I was his breakfast.

Trevor’s low groans and my whimpers echoed around us. Each flick of his tongue made me louder and louder. The moment I felt two fingers slide inside of me, I was done. My hands gripped his hair tighter as my legs clamped around his head, my whole body shaking .

My vision narrowed and my body tensed as a wave of pleasure unlike anything I have felt before came over me. Meanwhile, Trevor never let up. He continued licking and finger fucking me. The way Trevor kept his fingers curled inside me I was left on the edge. I only had a moment before another orgasm hit me. Trevor drew it out as long as he could before he finally slowed. He had to pull his head out from between my legs and remove my hands from the hold I had on his hair.

I laid there, spread out on the counter, breathing heavily while my legs shook. My entire body was jello, and I was more than content not moving an inch. A soft smack between my legs made me jerk up, eyes flying open.

Trevor stood, putting his hands on the counter by my head, caging my body in.

“Did I try hard enough that time?” My mind was still trying to process the orgasms to remember what he was talking about. A handsome smirk blossomed on his face. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“That was…”

“Did you think we were done?”

I met those gorgeous green eyes as he gave me that smug look. His expression was a promise that told me this was just the beginning. My breath hitched in my throat as Trevor leaned down until his lips barely grazed mine.

“We aren’t done until you’re begging me to stop.” At his words, my body lit up all over again. Right when I thought he couldn’t get any hotter. “Does someone like that?” His lips barely touched mine as he spoke softly. I nodded, eyes fluttering closed. He wasn’t even touching me, and I felt like I was going to combust.

“Use your words, Sunshine.”

“Please.” It came out as a plea but I didn’t care. I needed him inside me. And I needed more than his fingers. “Please, Trevor.” At his name leaving my mouth, he closed his eyes.

“You are going to be the death of me, Tasha Davis.”

This time when our lips met, it felt different. For once, I wasn’t scared of it.

I pulled back just enough to whisper. “Take me to bed.” His body shuddered as if he'd been waiting a long time to hear me say those words.

Without another word, he scooped me up off the counter. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I planted soft kisses along his neck as he walked us to the bedroom. It was almost torture having the fabric of his sweatpants rub against me.

I fully expected Trevor to throw me on the bed, but when he gently laid me on my back, I felt like my heart was going to burst.

“I need to see all of you.” His voice was hoarse as he hovered above me. Trevor’s hands grabbed the hem of the shirt I was wearing but he hesitated, looking up at me. The fact that he tried to be gentle and considerate was…something I never experienced with a man before. It quite literally left me speechless, which was something he was good at doing—leaving me without words.

Placing my hands over his, I sent him a soft smile.

“I’m okay.” And I was. Before, the thought of being intimate would make my heart race and my palms sweat. All I could think about was that guy in the club and his hands in places they shouldn’t be. I think when I kissed Trevor all those months ago, it wasn’t just the assault that made me run away. It was also how easy it was to be with him, how easy it was to forget things.

I felt safe. Whole. Protected. Wanted. There was no fear there. Not with Trevor.

Seeing the truth on my face, he slowly pulled the shirt up. He placed a kiss on every inch of my skin. By the time I had the shirt up and over my head, I was panting all over again. I thought I’d be embarrassed lying completely bare in front of him but I didn’t.

How could I when he looked down at me like I was a goddess? Like every part of me was made for him to cherish.

“Mine.” He said it so softly, I almost didn’t catch it. Before I could fully register the word, Trevor’s mouth captured one of my breasts in his mouth. All thoughts flew out the window as his lips covered my nipple.

Before today, I never knew it was possible to feel so good just by having my breasts touched and played with. I did nothing but lie there, hands brushing over his shoulders, down his tattooed arms, as he licked and nipped at my chest. And that was exactly what he did. When one wasn’t in his mouth, he softly rolled the other between his fingers.

It didn’t take long for me to arch my back and beg for more.

“Trevor. Please.” I barely recognized my own voice, thick with need. When he pulled away, his pupils were so big I could barely see the green in them. He looked seconds from devouring me.

Clearly feeling the same as me, he moved off the bed, hands grabbing the waistband of his sweatpants before pulling them completely down. With no underwear to contain himself, his cock sprang free. I wasn’t prepared for the sight of him. He was long, hard, and perfectly thick.

Instantly, my mouth watered and my thighs clenched together. How I was supposed to take him inside of me I had no idea, but boy, was I ready to find out. I quickly moved to my knees and reached out to touch him. He gently grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

“Later. If I don’t get inside you right now, I’m going to lose it.” Desperation clear as day clung to his words .

“Later,” I promised, and I fully intended on following through.

“I want you on top. I want you to be the one to set the pace, so if you want to stop, we can. Just say the word.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I did the only thing I could. I grabbed his face and kissed him. Hopefully showing him what his words meant to me. The kiss didn’t last long.

Once Trevor was lying on his back, I checked him out the exact same way he did to me moments before. Every part of him was honed to perfection. Wide shoulders, abs that glistened and begged to be licked. All thanks to hockey. And all of it was mine.

With plenty of time later to explore every inch of him, I crawled on top of him and straddled his legs. Trevor breathed just as hard as I did. That didn’t change as I slowly reached down and grabbed his cock. His body jerked, his abs contracting with the movement, as the sexiest moan fell out of his mouth.

I slid my palm up and down his shaft, his thickness heavy in my hand as I teased him. Feeling every ridge and vein. Then, I lifted up and aligned myself with his tip.

His big hands rested on my hips, stilling me for just a second. “Condom?”

“IUD,” was all I said as I lowered myself over him, his silky soft skin gliding against mine. Meeting his eyes, I didn’t look away as I sank down onto him, every inch filling me. I remained still as I tried to find my breaths. I let myself adjust before the need to move took over.

Placing my hands on Trevor’s chest, I slowly started to thrust my hips.

The groan that left his mouth brought a smirk to my face. Trevor kept his hands on my hips but stayed true to his word. He let me set the pace and rhythm, even though I could tell he was trying his hardest not fuck me harder .

After a few minutes of riding him so slow it was almost torturous, I put him out of his misery. Leaning forward, nipples brushing against his chest, I lowered my mouth next to his ear. “Fuck me,” I whispered.

It only took a second for the words to sink in before he drove up into me. Letting out a loud cry, I held on as he did exactly what I asked of him.

His dirty whispers had my body humming with need.

“Fuck yes.”

“Look at how well you take me.”

“So fucking tight.”

They all drove me closer to the edge.

“Cum for me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I exploded a second after that. Everything went dark as I rode out my orgasm. Trevor’s grunts and moans echoed in my ears as I clenched tight around him. A few hard thrusts upward and I felt him finish deep inside of me, his whole body tensing under me as he rode out his own orgasm.

It was highly likely that when I thought back on our first time together, I’d say I blacked out. But really, it was just the sensation of euphoria skipping through my veins that had me seeing black.

Not even a few moments later, Trevor’s tongue licked up the side of my neck. Using his chest to help me reposition myself, I slipped off of him and to the side, using his arm as a pillow as we both looked at each other. When our eyes locked, I felt that long-lost piece in my heart fall back into place.