Page 20 of Saving Tracey (Finding Hope #1)

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers plunging into his dark, damp hair.

He bit my bottom lip, making me gasp and tug on his hair.

He groaned into my mouth, and taking advantage of my open lips, he plunged his tongue inside, sliding his against mine so erotically that I felt heat rush straight south.

I didn't know what was happening to me, but I was getting wet.

Was this how it felt to be treated right by a man?

All I know was that for once, I was feeling good. I didn't feel threatened. I wasn't being harmed. Trevor was being gentle with me, yet rough at the same time, and I had never felt more cared for in my life when in the hands of another guy.

He was kissing me like he couldn't get enough of me. Hell, I knew I couldn't get enough of him.

He pulled back a minute later, both of us gasping for air. His lips were red and swollen from kissing me, and I’m sure mine were in the same state. I felt something hard against my stomach when I shifted a little, and I flushed, knowing exactly what it was.

He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he tightened his hold on me. "Please don't move."

All I could think about was how uncomfortable he must be. I knew when my dad got like this, he always ordered me to 'fix' him. He said it was uncomfortable to be that way, and as a girl, I should never leave a man unsatisfied.

It disgusted me to have to do it, but all I could hear was his voice ringing through my head. As much as I hated to, I knew I had to do something. After all, that's what was right, wasn't it?

"Don't you . . ." I trailed off, bringing my arms down to go to the zipper of his jeans. His hand caught mine, his eyes flashing open with alarm. They were dark, showing me how much he wanted me. "Don't you want me to fix that?"

"What?" His eyes ran over my face. "Are you fucking serious right now?" he muttered after a moment when he realized I wasn’t joking.

"I thought—"

"No." He moved his hand so he could lace his fingers through mine. "Jesus Christ, Tracey, I would never ask you to do something like that. That's not fucking right. As good as it would feel, you would always be my first and foremost concern. I would never let you get me off before I pleasured you."

"But he told me—" Tears welled in my eyes. He interrupted me.

"And he's a fucking sick bastard for ever forcing you to do something like that. You were his goddamn daughter. You don't do that shit to your kid. It's wrong."

I tugged away from him, feeling completely embarrassed.

"He wasn't . . . He wasn't the only person I had to do it to.

" Trevor swallowed hard at my words, rage flashing across his face.

"He said that no man should be left unsatisfied—that it hurt them.

" I looked up at him through my lashes. "Is it true? "

He ran his fingers through his hair roughly.

"It doesn’t hurt, Tracey, but it is uncomfortable, but I can deal with it.

You should have never gone through something like that.

You're better than how they treated you.

You deserve so much better." He stepped forward so he was in front of me again and tugged me into his chest, his strength wrapping around me like a blanket.

"It's nothing a cold shower can't fix anyway, okay?

I'm not going to force you to do anything like that with me. "

Tears suddenly built up in my eyes, and I choked out a sob as they spilled down my cheeks. Trevor never failed to show me that what my parents did to me was downright wrong and disturbing. He sighed and kissed the top of my head, tightening his arms around me.

"When we do have sex, Tracey, I promise you, it will be nothing like you experienced before.

I promise. What happened to you was sick and disgusting, and no one should have to go through that kind of shit.

It will be a long time before I think you're ready to take that step.

Don't ever think that you have to stoop low enough to do something like that for me or anyone else ever again.

A cold shower and my hand will do the job. "

I breathed out a slight laugh at his attempt to make me feel better. He tilted my chin up, planting his lips on mine. "Calm down, beautiful. Everything will be okay, I promise."

He stepped back from me, turning around and adjusting his jeans. I grabbed a ponytail holder off of my nightstand and wrapped my hair into a bun on the top of my head. By the time I was done, Trevor was holding his hand out to me. "Let's go get some breakfast."

I placed my hand in his and he slipped his fingers through mine, tugging me against his side. I blushed when he pressed his lips to my temple before leading us down the stairs to breakfast.

Later that afternoon, we were all piled into Kaleb's car, heading to the mall. It was me, Trevor, Paul, Kaleb, Krista, Olivia, and Lacie. I hadn't seen Lacie nor spoken to her since that horrible dinner, and I was a little nervous about what would happen with her around.

Every time she thought that I wasn't looking, she would send nasty glares my way.

It was making me uncomfortable and nervous.

Trevor had his arm wrapped around my shoulders, and my head was leaning on his shoulder, close to his chest. I was squished between Olivia and Trevor, and Paul was squished against the door on the other side of Olivia.

Lacie was sitting with Kaleb and Krista in the front.

Kaleb was driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding Lacie's hand.

She sent another glare over her shoulder when she thought I wasn’t looking.

I squirmed under her gaze.

Trevor looked down at me. "You okay?" He reached up to run his fingers through my hair.

I nodded, looking away from Lacie. I wouldn't let Trevor know she was getting under my skin. I didn't want to be the cause of another confrontation between the two. Trevor already hated her enough as it was.

"Hey, Tracey?" Olivia asked, getting my attention.

I looked over at her, lifting my head from Trevor's shoulder much to his dismay. He liked having me as close to him as possible.

"Yeah?"

"When we get there, how about we split from all of these losers and go to Rue 21? You'll love it."

I smiled at her. I really liked Olivia. We had been texting a lot lately, and she had quickly become a great friend to me. I could tell her almost anything—except for my scars.

Trevor was still the only person that knew about those, and that’s how I wanted it to stay.

I was about to nod at her when Trevor grunted. "Not happening. She's not leaving my side." He tugged me gently, so I placed my head back on his shoulder.

"Oh, shut up, you macho-man.” I softly laughed. “I can take care of her just as well as you can. Besides, it'll give you time to hang out with Paul and Kaleb. You know Lacie and Krista are going to shop for clothes for James's party next weekend."

Trevor sighed. "Fine, but if anything happens to her, I swear—" Olivia cut him off.

"Nothing is going to happen."

I blushed at how overprotective Trevor was over me. He was so scared to let me go out and do things by myself or with someone other than him. And I understood his fear, and honestly, it was nice to have someone that cared so much.

"I'll be fine," I whispered in his ear.

He leaned down, planting a swift, quick kiss against my lips. Olivia awed at us, causing me to blush even more. "You two are so fucking adorable."

Trevor rolled his eyes as Kaleb swung the car into a parking spot. We all jumped out of the car, so badly just wanting out of the stuffy, closed-in space. I knew I was desperate to finally be out of that cramped car. It was getting to be a bit too much for me.

Olivia held her hand out to me, and after a moment of hesitation, I wrapped my hand around hers. She grinned at me. "Come on."

Trevor kissed me again before Olivia dragged me away from everyone. We entered the busy mall, and she breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't know how much longer I could stand being next to Paul."

"Why?"

"Well, he's really cute." A blush stained her cheeks. "And I like him a lot. But I don't know if he feels the same way."

I rolled my eyes. She had to be dumb to think that any boy wouldn't like her.

I tugged my hand from hers when I saw the sign for the restroom. "I'm going to the bathroom," I suddenly had the urge to go, probably because of that entire bottle of water I drank before leaving home. "Wait for me here?"

She nodded, and I went down the hall that led to the bathrooms. I stepped inside and did my business. When I got out and began washing my hands, I heard the door close and a lock click. My breathing stopped, and cold sweat broke out over my skin.

That wasn't a lock to a stall.

That was the lock to the main entrance of the bathroom.

I looked up into the mirror, and my heart dropped into my stomach. I was pretty sure I was going to throw up. All of the blood rushed out of my face.

My eyes met the harsh, dilated, drugged-up brown eyes of my father's best friend.

I dashed toward the door and screamed when his slimy hands wrapped around my waist and yanked me back against him. His dirty hand covered my mouth as tears gushed down my face.

I was in a world of shit .