His Every Need (19 page)

“What did they say, Allison?”

She glanced up at him. “Brynn mentioned that we’re living together.”

“And so we are.”

“I’m fucking you for money, Trevor.” She should have eased into it, but talking to
him was like taking a dose of truth serum. Everything came tumbling out whether she
wanted it to or not.

With his blank expression in place, he stared at her.

She set the piece on the chessboard and waited for him to say something biting and
sarcastic. His eyes were dark and a tick jerked the left side of his impassive face.

“You may leave any time you wish. The debt is cleared.” He turned and unlocked the
door then left the room.

Allie stared after him. “Well, hell.”

***

He strode to his office, paced in front of the window a few times, poured himself
a scotch, and drank it in one swallow. It burned down his throat.

Bloody hell.

Trevor turned and very calmly, very precisely, threw his glass at the James Ward landscape
hanging across from his desk. A few drops of whiskey trailed over the painting, and
the glass shattered and rained to the floor. He should clean that up. No reason why
Frances should take care of his mess.

He’d been worried about Allie since she came down for pre-dinner drinks. She’d been
quiet and wan, but as they walked to the dining room, she appeared to be on the verge
of a panic attack. She hadn’t eaten dinner, wouldn’t look at him.

He merely thought she was worried about her father and Brynn.

To know she still thought of herself as a whore—it gutted him. God, he thought they
were past that. But her sad eyes ripped right through him.

He couldn’t have anticipated anything like her. She invaded his life, his home. His
every bloody thought. He rubbed his breastbone. Now she was leaving him. He should
be used to it by now. Everyone left.

Without knocking, Allie burst into the office, her gaze darting around the room. She
took in the whiskeyed landscape and the broken glass before looking at him. When she
did, her eyes pinned him to the floor. “Do you want me to go? Is that what you’re
saying? Because if that’s what you’re saying, you should say it to my face.” She swung
the door shut and advanced toward him. Allie’s chest rapidly rose and fell and she
rubbed her palms against her skirt in jerky, nervous movements.

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers to keep from reaching out and
grabbing hold of her. “I said you may leave any time you wish. What is so bloody difficult
to understand about that?”

She stepped closer, her face a mask of anger. “Quit being a coward. If you want me
to go, say the words.”

He leaned down, got in her face. “If I wanted you to go, I would have said, ‘Allison
get the fuck out of my house.’ Is that what I said? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“No, you idiot.” Her voice broke, and she swallowed before carrying on. “I wanted
to hear that you want me without the stupid debt being in the way. That you don’t
just want me because you bought me.”

“I want to fuck you because I like fucking you,” he yelled. “I like having you in
my home, is that too difficult for your tiny brain to comprehend?”

“Good, because I like being in your home. But I don’t like having this mistress thing
between us,” she yelled back. She gave his chest a shove with her finger for emphasis.

“That’s why I said the debt was cleared. Maybe you need your hearing checked.” He
poked her back gently.

“I can hear just fine. You’re shouting loud enough to bring the house down.”

“I can shout however loudly I please”—his voice raised a decibel—“as it is my goddamned
house.”

“Oh, I know it’s your house. And this is your dress.” She slapped her hands at her
skirt. “And you got my car fixed and forgave my dad’s loan. It’s all yours, Trevor.
What do I bring to the table?”

He did reach out then and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her to him. “You make me
feel human.” He kissed her, hard. “And you make me laugh.” The next kiss was tender.
“And you keep me from killing my parents.” He showered her face with tiny pecks, her
cheeks, her forehead, her eyelids. Then abruptly, he let her go. “But I won’t stop
you from leaving if that’s what you want.”

“That’s not what I want.” She put her hand over his heart.

It skipped a beat. He wondered if she felt that through her palm. “What do you want,
Miss Campbell?”

She looked up at him with those impossibly blue eyes. “I want—”

There was a quiet knock at the door. “Mister Blake, Miss Campbell, is this a convenient
time, or shall I come back?”

Allie leaned her head against Trevor’s chest and gave a little laugh.

Trevor groaned. “Come in, Arnold.”

Allie spun to face the door, and Trevor wrapped his arms around her waist. “Yes?”

“Miss Monica is leaving. I thought you should know.”

“Where’s she going?” Allie asked.

“I’m not sure, but she’s packing as we speak.”

“Thank you, Arnold,” Trevor said. After the butler left the room, Trevor rested his
chin on Allie’s shoulder. “Damn, I was hoping for makeup sex.”

***

Trevor wanted her to stay. Did that mean he cared about her? She shouldn’t get sidetracked,
thinking about Trevor and his feelings. Monica was leaving—probably going back to
Brad the Douche the minute he snapped his fingers.

As she left the office and made her way upstairs, Trevor shortened his stride to match
hers. Allie stood outside Monica’s room, Trevor at her side. Peering down at her,
he reached out and caressed her cheek.

Wanting wasn’t the same as loving, she reminded herself, and knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

Allie entered the room, but Trevor remained in the doorway. Clothes were strewn over
every surface. How it could get like this in one day?

“You’re leaving?”

Monica wadded up a shirt and shoved in her duffel bag. “What was your first clue?”

“So, I take it you’ve heard from Brad?” Trevor asked, lounging against the doorjamb.

“Yeah. He said he’s sorry. He only cheated because I came here after being in jail.
He was scared he was going to lose me, and he made a mistake.”

That’s what all the drama was about, Brad cheating? That was the dumbest excuse Allie’d
ever heard. And her sister was moron enough to believe it. Did Monica get dropped
on her head as a baby—what else could explain this level of stupidity? Allie literally
had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from trying to talk Monica out of it.
Minding her own business was hard.

“Call me this week if you want to get together and have lunch,” Allie said.

Monica froze and glanced up. “What? No, ‘Monica you’re ruining your life’ speech?”

Allie shrugged. “As you’ve pointed out many times, you’re an adult. You can make your
own decisions.”
Mistakes
was the word she was looking for.

“Oh.” Monica looked a little deflated before she resumed tossing her things in the
bag. “By the way, I need to borrow some money for a lawyer. The court said they would
appoint one, but Brad said to get a real one.” She paused and looked from Allie to
Trevor.

“Sorry, Mon, I don’t have it, and if I did, I wouldn’t give it to you.”

“What? Since when?” Her brow furrowed as she glared at Allie.

Allie walked further into the room and fisted her hands to keep from taking everything
out of that duffel bag and refolding it. “Since you want to make your own choices.
Choices have consequences.” Just saying the words about killed her. She wanted to
go with Monica to pick out the best lawyer they could afford—which wouldn’t be much,
but she still wanted to help. And she wanted to lecture Monica on the stupidity of
dropping out of school and dating losers. But what was the point?

“You’re just mad because I said you’re fucking Trevor for the clothes and shit, aren’t
you?”

Out of the corner of her eye, Allie saw Trevor push off the doorjamb. He strode forward,
but she placed a hand on his forearm. She felt his muscles tense beneath her fingers.
But when she squeezed his arm, he relaxed a bit.

“Aren’t you always talking about being a family? What good is family if you won’t
help me out?”

“I’m always here to listen, Mon. Call me any time.”

“Is Brad coming to pick you up?” Trevor asked.

“Yeah.” Monica looked under the bed and snagged a bra, shoving it into the outer pocket
of the bag. She rose and slung it over her shoulder. “Thanks for letting me stay.
Let me know if you change your mind about the lawyer.” She moved past them and walked
out of the room.

Allie watched her go and sat on the bed. Monica had zero self-awareness. How did you
save someone from themselves?

“If she ever says anything to hurt you again, she will never be welcome in my house.”
Trevor sat down next to her. “But you did well with her. I was about to rip her to
shreds, but you kept your cool.”

Allie opened her mouth to speak when Arnold suddenly popped up in the doorway. The
poor man looked frazzled. Well, frazzled for him—his tie was slightly askew.

“Miss Monica is having a rather loud discussion with a young man at the gate and Carl
wants to know if he should call the authorities.”

Trevor sighed. “Thank you, Arnold. We’ll deal with it.” Trevor rested his forehead
against hers. “Am I ever going to get you alone?”

Allie patted his knee. “It’s not looking good, English.”

Mags and Nigel strolled into the room.

“Trev, who is this yob at the gate?” Nigel asked.

“I’m going to go straighten it out.” Trevor stood and walked past his parents.

“Not without me,” Nigel said.

Allie followed the two men out of the room. “I guess I should make sure Trevor doesn’t
kill Brad.”

Placing a hand on Allie’s arm, Mags stopped her. “What happened? Did the two of you
argue?”

“We’re fine,” Allie said.

“Is this Brad Monica’s young man?”

“Yep.” Allie sped down the stairs and out the front door. Raised voices floated on
the night air. Without hesitating, she ran to the gate.

When she reached them, Nigel stood with his finger in Brad’s face. Carl stood to one
side, ready to intervene. The embedded lights in the yard as well as the security
lights by the guard house illuminated them.

“Watch your mouth, boy,” Nigel said. Allie had never heard him use such a forceful
tone.

“I’m just here to pick up Monica, and I wanted to meet Trev. What’s your deal, old
man?”

Trevor stepped forward, his chest almost touching Brad’s. “That old man is my father.
And you will speak to him with respect. Understood?” Ice dripped from Trevor’s words.

Brad stepped back and held up his hands. “No prob. Don’t get all bent.”

“Monica, you may stay, but this wanker needs to go.”

“You’d do well to be rid of him, love,” Nigel said.

“Shut the fuck up.” Brad puffed out his chest and held his hands out to his sides.
“You want to go, old timer?”

“Anytime, you bloody git.” Nigel leaped forward, but Carl stepped between them.

Allie placed her hand on Nigel’s back. “Calm down. Mags would kill us if you mess
up that pretty face.” She turned to Monica. “Take your boyfriend and go, before I
call the police.”

Monica placed her hand on Brad’s arm. “Let’s just go. Please?”

Brad pulled out of her grasp. “Shut up, Monica, and get your ass in the car. I’m trying
to have a conversation with Trev.”

“Call me Trev one more time and I’ll kick your sorry ass all the way back to North
Las Vegas. Now, get the fuck out of here.” He turned to Monica. “Are you sure you
want to go with him?”

“Let’s just go, Brad.” Monica refused to look at anyone as she slunk off toward the
truck.

Brad walked backward, the security lights gleaming off the chain around his neck.
“See you later, old man.”

Nigel, who had calmed down, moved forward. But Trevor held him back this time. “Let
him go. The little twat isn’t worth it.”

“Did he give you the money?” Brad’s voice drifted back as he climbed into his truck.

She didn’t hear Monica’s answer over the roar of the engine.

“What a very unpleasant asshole,” Nigel said. “Imagine, calling me an old man. I’m
in my prime. Just ask your mother.”

“I’d rather not,” Trevor said.

“Should I report this, sir?” Carl asked.

Trevor waved him off. “Only if he comes back.”

Nigel walked back to the house and Carl resumed his post by the gate.

Allie looked up at Trevor. “Sorry about that.”

He reached out and stroked her hair. “Not your fault, darling.”

“Sure about wanting me to stay? My family is a pain, but they’re mine. You shouldn’t
have to put up with them too.”

Trevor sighed. “Yes, they are a bit much. But somehow I’ll suffer through.”

“At least you and your dad were on the same side for a change.”

“Oh yes, he’s in his prime, you know.” He slid his arm around her waist and walked
toward the house.

This night had been a roller coaster. When Trevor had said she was free to leave,
Allie should have felt relief. The debt was cleared, she could return to her family.
But she hadn’t wanted to go. She knew this man would break her heart. He didn’t love
her, he said he liked fucking her. That wasn’t the same thing at all.

Trevor grabbed Allie’s wrist. Their earlier argument had been unpleasant, but they’d
cleared the air and he was relieved she’d decided to stay. He wasn’t ready to let
her go. He liked smelling her perfume when he entered a room, liked having her poke
her head into his office at odd times during the day. And he enjoyed sleeping next
to her at night. She frowned on that with the sisters in residence. He couldn’t blame
her, really. So while he didn’t mind them being here, for his cock’s sake, he was
glad they were gone.

When he reached the second-floor landing, he glanced back at Allie. She bore the same
worried expression as she had the first time they met. It bothered him now. He wanted
to ease her burdens.

“Come on, darling.” He took her hand and pulled her down the hall and around the corner
to his room. He let go of her wrist, opened the door, and allowed her to precede him.

Allie hadn’t been in this room before. What a colossal mistake on his part. Suddenly,
he had a burning desire to see her in his bed, her pale hair spread across his pillow.

“I can’t believe Monica’s going back to him. And she’ll probably wind up pregnant
or worse, with no education, no money.” She walked over to the bed, her hand drifting
across the carved bed post. She paused a moment and looked at it. “This bed is something
else.” She jumped up on the mattress and leaned back. “She’s smart, she’s pretty,
and she’s throwing her future away on this loser. Why?”

“Because he gives her the attention she craves.” He lay down next to her, and she
moved over a bit to give him room. “It’s much easier to get this Brad fellow’s attention
than have to work at something, like school.”

They lay in silence for a few moments. “You don’t like the bed?” he finally asked.

“No, I do. It’s just so over-the-top. I mean, you have four practically life-sized
naked angels for posts.” She reached out and traced the vines carved into the headboard.
“How old is this bed?”

Trevor reached out and traced Allie’s breast. “A few hundred years, I imagine.” Her
nipples budded under his fingers.

“Was this bed your grandfather’s too, along with the collectibles?”

By now, Trevor had abandoned her breast, lifted the hem of her dress, and was moving
his hand upward, over her hip. He slid his thumb under the strap of her knickers,
rubbed her hip bone. “Yes, it was his life’s work, collecting bits and pieces. He’d
become obsessed with a subject.” He moved his hand up to her stomach, brushed across
her belly button. Her dress was hiked up, and he admired the rose-colored knickers.
“Then he’d start collecting.” He moved over her, pressed his hips into hers while
he grasped her wrists and held them above her head. “This was my bed as a boy. My
grandfather’s old Georgian house was the only home I ever had.” He leaned forward
and took her earlobe between his teeth. Allie arched toward him and moaned.

She wrapped both of those long, smooth legs around his hips. “What about this house?
Isn’t it home?”

Not
until
now
. He almost said it out loud but clamped his mouth shut in the nick of time. The idea
was absurd. What he and Allie had wasn’t about that. It was about sexual attraction,
nothing else.

“I haven’t fucked you in my own bed yet.” He let go of her wrists, reached underneath
her, and unzipped her dress, pulling it away from her shoulders and down her arms.
Her nipples were visibly hard beneath the rosy satin bra. He bent his head and ran
his tongue over one. He raised his eyes to watch her reaction.

Allie gave him a tender look that made him uncomfortable. In one quick move, he raised
himself and stripped her of her dress. Then he settled over her again and roughly
kissed her. He didn’t want to talk about his grandfather or her sister and the worthless
boyfriend. He wanted to pound into Allison. Over and over and over again.

She kissed him back as she pulled his shirt out of his trousers and hastily undid
the buttons down the front. She pushed it off him and ran her short nails down his
back. God how he loved that.

With his knees on either side of her hips, he sat up and divested himself of his shirt,
then watched as she reached beneath her back and unhooked her bra. He helped pull
it off and cupped her breasts, flicking his thumbs against her nipples. Allie moaned.

This was what they had, this was all that mattered—how it felt when they were together.
Everything else fell away.

Moving down, Trevor whipped off her knickers. He then hooked his hands under her knees
and lifted them over his shoulders. Before he pounded into her, he was going to taste
her. Thoroughly.

He ran his hands up and down her legs, ran his chin alongside her knee. Biting her
lip, she shivered.

“Touch yourself, Allison. You know what that does to me.” He watched as she pressed
her breasts together. Those lovely, full, pink-tipped breasts. His shallow breath
quickened as he watched her lick a finger and twirl it around a nipple.

Groaning, he lowered himself until his mouth almost touched her pussy, and using both
hands, parted her outer lips. With long, steady strokes he licked her before dipping
his tongue inside her, then slowly lapped up to her clit. He circled it with the tip
of his tongue, watching her with hooded eyes. “Talk to me.”

***

Allie couldn’t think, let alone talk. “Less talking, more licking,” she managed to
say. Palming her breasts, she ran a thumb over her nipples. It was like there was
an invisible string from them to her clit. She glanced down, her eyes meeting Trevor’s.

He continued to lick, his tongue darting inside her. Every muscle in her body clenched
in response.

Then he stopped, planted a kiss on her thigh. “You taste sweet.” He slid a finger
inside of her, brought it to his mouth, and sucked it. But those stormy gray eyes
never left hers. “So sweet.”

She pinched her nipples into sharp points and ground her hips into the bed. “Lick
me again.”

“Where, darling?” He raised his brows and looked like he could wait all night for
her response as he ran his chin along her lower abdomen. His coarse stubble tickled
her skin.

She rubbed her lips together. “I want you to tongue fuck me. Now. Happy?”

“Ecstatic.” He lowered his head and resumed. Slowly, he slid his tongue over her wet
folds. Over and over. Occasionally, he’d flick the tip across her clit, making her
shiver.

She closed her eyes and tilted her chin toward the ceiling. “That feels so good.”
She let go of one breast to reach down and run her fingers through his hair. “I’m
close.”

Trevor twisted his tongue inside her, then pulled it out, and replaced it with his
finger. His mouth clamped over her while he added another finger. She was so wet,
so ready.

But Trevor backed off. He lifted his head and slipped his fingers free.

Allie’s eyes snapped open. “What? Why did you stop? Don’t stop.”

He rubbed his cheek against her inner thigh. “I don’t want you to come yet.”

“I hate you,” she said, pulling at his hair. She wasn’t gentle either.

Trevor chuckled against her wet pussy and started teasing her all over again. He used
light strokes this time, barely touching her at all. It drove Allie crazy, and she
tried to move her hips toward him, tried to press his head closer, but every time
she did, he’d stop altogether. “Trevor,” she screamed.

“Yes, darling, may I help you?”

She rose to her elbows. “You can, but you won’t.”

“Was there something special you wanted, love?”

She was practically gasping for air. “Please let me come. Or I may have to take matters
into my own hands.”

“Will one orgasm do or would you like two?”

She glared down at him. “Why don’t we start with one and see how that goes?”

He laughed and lowered his head. This time his tongue swept over her slit, slid up
to her swollen clit. It darted swiftly, lightly over her sensitive nub. When he slid
two fingers inside her, she finally came. Practically bucking off the bed, she twisted
her head and moaned into the pillow. It seemed to go on forever, and he didn’t let
up, didn’t slow his pace. He curled his fingers, finding her G-spot. At least that’s
what she assumed it was, because she’d never felt anything quite like it. Pressure,
but in a good way. The orgasm rocked through her. And once it finally subsided, she
lay panting and still throbbing a bit.

Gently removing his fingers, Trevor looked up at her with satisfaction. “Happy?” he
repeated back to her.

“No. I decided on two orgasms.”

He moved her legs off his shoulders. Then taking his sweet time, he kissed his way
toward her breasts. “I’m up to the challenge, Miss Campbell.” He covered one with
his mouth while his hand cupped the other and pinched her nipple.

With her legs splayed, Allie moved her hips, rubbing herself against him. “I want
to feel you inside me.”

He released her breast. “Yes.” Maneuvering to the side of the bed, he stood, shucking
his shoes, socks, and finally, thank God, his trousers. He pulled open the drawer
on the bedside table, quickly ripped open a packet, and fitted the condom over his
cock.

Allie closed her legs, rubbed her ankle down one shin, and watched him. “You’re evil,
you know, teasing me like that.”

***

Trevor smiled as he watched her. She was comfortable with herself and with him. Seeing
her stretched out, staring at his aching prick with a look of anticipation was driving
him round the bend. And Allie knew it. “I just let you come. I don’t see that as evil.”

He grabbed her ankles and spun her toward him, pulling her to the edge of the bed.
Once again, he wrapped her legs around his waist before gliding inside her. Wanting
nothing more than to slam into her, he teased her instead, sliding in a couple of
inches, then pulling back.

“Really evil,” she groaned.

With a shudder, he pulled out almost all the way.

“Trevor.” She cupped her breast and licked her lips.

“Yes…darling?” It was getting harder and harder to go slow, to taunt her with a few
shallow strokes before withdrawing. He wasn’t just torturing her, he was torturing
himself. But it hurt so good.

“Fuck me hard,” she demanded. “Now.”

He laughed and rammed his cock home. “I’ve created a monster.”

“Harder.”

“Gladly.” He drove his hips forward. Grabbing her ass, he stroked inside, long and
hard. “You feel so damn good, Allison.”

Then he pulled out of her completely and stepped back, unwrapping her legs from his
waist.

“Seriously?” she growled.

“On your knees.” Taking her calves in his hands, he flipped her onto her stomach.

Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she looked back at him with glazed eyes. “You’d
better follow through this time, English.” She shifted her position, propping herself
on her hands and knees.

“Spread your legs.”

Allie complied, and he grabbed her hip with one hand and her shoulder with the other
as he slid into her. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep an even pace.
He wanted her to come again before he did.

Allie collapsed onto her forearms and clutched the duvet. She was close again, he
could tell. “Don’t…stop…or I’ll…kill…you.” When she came this time, she leaned her
forehead against the bed and moaned.

He didn’t stop. Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking it. His fingers bit into
her hip as he came.

***

Allie lay beside Trevor, stretched out on her stomach, and tried to catch her breath.
Dear Lord, that man knew what he was doing. He’d pushed her to the brink and brought
her back too many times to count.

She’d never felt this satisfied, this fulfilled after sex. Of course, she’d never
been in love before either.

He reached out and stroked her ass in lazy circles, occasionally kneading it. “I came
through, gave you two orgasms.”

“Sorry, English, they only count when they’re together. These were separate, so…”

He raised his head to glower. “You said two orgasms. You didn’t specify they had to
be together.”

She yawned and patted her mouth. “Didn’t think I needed to spell it out for you.”

He grunted. “I’m tossing out a yellow card on that.”

She laughed. “I don’t even know what that means.”

They didn’t speak but lay in companionable silence for a while. Eventually, Allie
rolled on her side and faced him.

“What am I supposed to do?”

He gave her a sleepy smile. “Begin by stroking, then use your mouth. It may take me
a few minutes, but I’ll be up to the task again in no time.”

She slapped his chest. Laughing, he caught her hand and held it against him.

“I mean about Monica.”

“Back to that, are we? What can you do, love? You know if you try to talk her out
of it, she’ll just run back to him that much quicker.”

“Would you talk to her? She might listen to you.”

He slid her a look. “No, absolutely not.”

“You’re right.” She sighed dramatically and peered up at him through her lashes. “It
was wrong to ask.”

Trevor laughed again. “Sorry, darling, that doesn’t work on me.”

She leaned toward him and bit his shoulder. “Okay, so tell me what to do. I have to
do something. I have to fix this.”

“Why?”

“Because,” she said, sitting up, “she’s my sister. She’s my responsibility.”

Blowing out a breath, he took a strand of her hair and wound it around his finger.
“Actually, she’s not.” When she opened her mouth to argue, he shushed her. “Listen
to me. You’re not her mother, you’re not her father. What choices and decisions she
makes are hers alone.”

“So what’s the alternative? Just let her come and go whenever they have a fight? Just
let her continue to make stupid mistakes?”

“Again, love, what choice do you have?”

She frowned. “None, I guess.”

But it was frustrating. She wanted to rescue her sister, give her guidance.