Second Chance Rescue, page 16
Trevor trails his eyes up my body, landing on my face. “Let go, baby. Let me see that beautiful face as you come from my tongue on you. As you come for the first man who’s laid claim to this tight virgin pussy of yours.” His voice is low and gravelly. Who knew such a proper man could say such dirty things that delight me. I feel it storming through my body. His words seem to command my very body into release.
“Trevor!” I scream his name as my juices cover his face and fingers, claiming him as mine. Mine. I love thinking about it.
“That was…” My words trail off. I can’t even formulate them right now.
“Amazing, perfect, incredible, mind-blowing… you’re making my ego inflate over here like a sex god,” he chuckles.
“Don’t be an asshole,” I say as I send a pillow flying through the air at him.
“It’s okay, Macy. You can’t deny how much you liked my tongue on you. Imagine how my cock feels,” he says with a waggle of his eyebrows.
“I guess I’ll find out eventually,” I pout.
“Cheer up, pumpkin spice. I promise I’m worth the wait,” he says cheekily.
Take me to church, this man is going to be my new religion. The moon to my stars. The North to my South. For once in my life, things seem right. Like the axis is finally tilting in the right direction. I am in bliss… joy. Finally, I know what couples mean when they say there’s one person who lights you on fire. Well life, meet Trevor. The fire to my spark. He’s always been different than other men, and for once I can see a future with him.
Polite, rich, sexy as hell, tall, caring, and amazing with his mouth. Trevor is everything you could ask for in a guy. His deep blue eyes become silent and guarded. “Can we just stay locked in here for the day and not go out? I’m totally enjoying our time alone this weekend.”
“We can, but I think you should probably go and talk to your parents.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I want to take them back. Trevor is instantly on high alert and twitchy.
He looks at me pointedly; the warm friendly face is now gone. “What did you just say, Macy?”
My face is serious as I look up at him. “You need to talk to them.” The deer in the headlights look remains. He seems fairly skittish about the idea.
“Why?” My eyes fall to his chest as I run my fingers numbly through the scattering of dark, soft hair.
“Well, I had a little chat with them last night after you passed out.” I pause giving him time to think. And that’s when it hits him.
Trevor
My blood pressure goes from cuddling puppies to day trader on the stock market after Black Friday. “About?”
Alarm flashes across her face. “Don’t shout!”
“I’m not shouting. I’m just asking you a question.” The look on her face is laced with confusion and hurt. I don’t mean to shout at her, but she caught me off-guard.
“I’m sorry, Mace. Talking about my parents right after giving you the best orgasm of your life is not exactly my idea of sexy bedroom talk.”
My brain pounds against my skull as I try to remember why my head hurts so bad. The truth comes rushing back in a wave that makes me nauseous. I remember arriving at the chalet, meeting my father in the living room, taking Macy shopping, coming home to change, getting interrupted during a blowjob, and going back down to suffer through a horrible family dinner composed of shouted silence, and then word vomit.
I remember Macy standing up for me throughout dinner, and I’m proud of her braveness. She is a strong woman. Juliette didn’t necessarily bend to my parents’ whims, but she didn’t stand up for herself and for me.
She clears her throat. “You told me about Juliette and the baby and everything about the night she died and how your parents have treated you since the accident happened.”
We rise from the bed in silence before she starts again. “Trev, do you remember me telling you how my mom died?”
I think about it for a minute. “Yeah.”
“They were killed the same way. Three innocent lives all taken away by the stupidity of someone not paying attention behind the wheel.”
Dread and pain slice through me. How could I have shared all of that with her? Right, alcohol… A wave of nausea courses through me. I have the hangover from hell.
Alcohol is such a funny thing. It’s your best friend on your worst days and your enemy on the best days. A pit in my brain opens and downloads truth bites. The horrible dinner, the alcohol, the truths, the feelings, the pain, the memories. Her. Her comforting me. Her protecting me.
What I’ve been putting off thinking about for the last couple weeks won’t remain silent any longer. Pounding out thoughts in my head. I know what I want. I want her. I’m tired of the pretense of fake fiancée. Tired of holding back these feelings. The truth is you’re never really in control of your heart. And I definitely have no control of mine. But I don’t just want her for her body. I want her mind, her soul, her everything. I need to tell her soon, confess my sins—ask for more. What a fool I am. Heartbreak wrecks through my body.
Macy looks over at me, “What’s the face for?”
This is what falling in love and not knowing if the other person reciprocates it looks like… But I can’t say that to her.
So instead: “Nothing. I’m fine.”
“No!” she shouts stabbing my chest with her delicate finger. There are so many questions in her eyes. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to shut me out and not communicate. Not after your tongue has been on and in my body. Talk… now.” She pokes me hard in the chest again and I glare back at her.
“I never thought we would get along so well. I’m feeling things, Mace, that I haven’t felt in years and it scares the shit out of me. This whole thing is new and weird. Every time you get pissed at me and fight me on things, I fall more, and I told myself I couldn’t do that. I told you once that I wasn’t sure I could give you my heart and I meant it, but now, I feel like I’m lying to myself.”
Fury burns right behind her eyes. “Don’t you think I remember you saying that? I get it. I’m not trying to replace her. This whole thing was your idea. So, I’m sorry that you’re having weird feelings but it’s not my fault. At the end of this, I’ll just be another phase of your life, so don’t get all worried about the sad little virgin girl. I knew exactly what I was getting into when I signed my name on the dotted line.”
I did the only thing I knew to do at that moment. I took her face in my hands and kissed her like my life depended on it, cataloging every detail along the way. God did I want her, but I had no fucking clue how to tell her. Or how to let go.
She beats her hands on my chest in protest at first. After a few seconds, she starts to melt into my kiss. Our lips search for warrant without pause. I pull away and watch as her eyes open slowly, a new look on her face. One of trust.
“It’s an odd situation for both of us, obviously. But if this has a chance to work out, then we have to promise to be completely honest with one another. Which includes you telling me if you’re going to have a conversation with my parents without me.” I pause. “And I was being completely honest with you when I said there are real feelings here. You’re an amazing woman and I don’t know how anyone wouldn’t fall in love with you. My feelings are mixed. On one hand, I feel like I’m cheating on Jules, but on the other I feel like the luckiest fucker in the world because I have someone as wonderful as you to call mine.”
She looks at me like she’s not exactly sure what to say. With her eyes locked on mine she opens her mouth, “Look, I’m not sorry I talked to you parents. Obviously, there was a miscommunication somewhere along the lines and I couldn’t bear to see its effect on you. To see you hurting. It crushed me. From now on, I will try to communicate with you better. And by the way, I’m pretty lucky too.”
“Hey, Mace. What did you say to my parents?”
“What they should’ve heard a long time ago. I told them what you told me last night and explained to them how they were making you feel. Guilty. Not good enough. Unloved. I wanted them to see you for you. I see you, Trevor. I see you as a person, not the one responsible for Juliette’s death. Because you aren’t responsible. Accidents happen to people. You couldn’t have known that she was going to die that night. We can’t predict when our time to go is. Fate decides when our time is up. We have no say in the matter.”
I shake my head. “Yeah, well, fate is an evil bitch. One that rips away your scripted forever after and replaces it with a hollow nothingness.” I’m still in complete disbelief that she talked to my parents. I won’t lie, they’re intimidating people. I’ve seen it my whole life, especially when you don’t live in their world. My Macy girl is strong-headed and doesn’t hold back. She handles anything thrown at her and the fact that she’s willing to stand up to my parents only makes my feelings grow stronger for her. The hole in my heart shrinks and it’s all because of her.
After brushing my teeth, taking a shower, and changing into clean clothes, I leave Macy peacefully reading in my room and go in search of my parents. As I walk down the hallway, the tittering of the back-and-forth banter of my parents catches my ears. I walk through the doorway to the sunroom and hover there for a moment. A vise grip has a hold of my chest as I wonder exactly what words were passed between Macy and my parents the night before.
My father is standing by the window. “Good morning, Trevor.” A smile lights his typically dreary face. Odd. My mother looks up at me like always, with a look of endearment.
The whole thing is unnerving to my core. The tension seems to have completely dissipated. I’m equal parts unsettled and thrilled. I walk stiffly to the couch but before I can get there, I’m engulfed in a bear hug from my father. I had no idea a man his age still had the muscles to grip so tightly. He pulls away and grips my shoulders. “Trevor, son. It’s so good to have you home.” If I thought I was confused before, now I’m wide-eyed and stunned. Speechless —literally speechless—I look to find my mother staring at us, fresh tears not yet fallen in her eyes, a hand placed precisely over her heart.
My father backs away and motions for us to both take a seat on the couch. “I’d like to say something, son.” Trepidation courses like spitfire in my veins and a lump forms in my throat. This whole conversation is giving me the creeps. “I owe you an apology,” my father says very matter-of-factly as my mouth flies open. To hear him say it now, I almost can’t believe my ears.
I stare at him in disbelief, unable to form words.
“I can’t say that I completely agree with how you decided to try and move on. I can’t say I’m exactly happy that you left the firm. But I had no idea that you for one second thought I blamed you for what happened with Juliette. Accidents happen. When we lost her, it felt like losing a big part of our family and she was. We loved that girl like she was our own kin and to know that she was carrying our first grandchild tore me to pieces. I was bitter it happened, and I feel like some of that bitterness may have been sent in your direction and for that I am sorry. I always thought I knew what was best for you. I thought giving you an ultimatum of the firm or marriage would help. I thought it would force you to move on either way. With the firm or with someone new. You were spiraling. You had to see it. Drinking your life away wasn’t the way to go about it. Had Macy not brought how you were feeling to my attention last night, I wouldn’t have seen the error in my ways.”
A sound charges out of my mouth that isn’t exactly words. Shock isn’t even remotely close to the way I feel.
“Now, you listen here, son, and listen well. We love you. We love you now. We loved you then, and we’ll love you until we take our dying breaths. I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye. I know you always thought I put too much pressure on you, but that’s just because I knew you would succeed at whatever you put your mind to. It’s time we start acting like a family again. I was concerned when you told us shortly after the ultimatum that you were bringing her home. I thought you had picked up someone random to bring to us. The truth is we love Macy. She’s a spitfire. And you know your mother is still hoping for grandbabies,” he says with a wink.
I open my mouth to speak but words won’t come to me. Utterly and completely speechless, I stand looking back and forth between my parents.
“Why?” I say. My face, still confused.
“What do you mean, son?”
“Why were these the terms? Why work or marriage?”
“You lost a piece of you and watching how you fell apart afterward was devastating. When you isolated yourself from family and friends and the whole world as you did, it made your mother and I concerned. You moved out of the city and started throwing money at investments on a whim. I started worrying about you. I couldn’t watch you drink your life away. Waste away. We already lost a daughter-in-law. My only option was to cut you off financially and give you an ultimatum. Maybe then you could see how you were destroying yourself.”
He shakes his head.
“I wanted you to step out of your shell and do something other than staying in this self-imposed prison. Knowing the chances of you coming back to the firm were slim, I proposed marriage as another option. At least then you’d be forced to form a relationship with someone, even if it was fake. You’d have to accept that life was different. She was never coming back. I see you with Macy and I see you smile. Laugh. You care about this girl.”
“So, what does all this mean?”
“You’re free to love this girl and marry her. I’m removing any restriction on your trust fund.”
When I get back to my room, I hear the shower running. Instantly I picture what Macy’s sweet curves would feel like under my hands. I picture the water caressing each inch of her velvety smooth skin. The shower turns off and fantasy land flips off my mind’s eye. Great, now I have a raging hard-on in my pants. This woman is going to be my death. Death by arousal? Is that a thing?
I still can’t believe how Macy had gotten my parents to listen. I can’t believe that we’d actually done it. We’d made them believe all this is real. I can’t stop thinking about how real it actually feels. Maybe we are more than just a fake agreement. Should I tell her that the ultimatum is gone? Questions that I have previously avoided thinking about are now downright refusing to be ignored. It’s too soon for love. Right? Could I love her?
Why is this becoming so easy with her? Why can’t I stop thinking about her constantly? Why does being with her feel so damn good? What is it about Macy Tucker, a virgin college student who doesn’t even know what sex is like, that appeals to me so much? When I look at her, why do I feel like I have to make her mine completely? I love the contradiction—the Macy she shows to the world and the Macy I get to see. For the first time in years, she lets me forget the pain and guilt. I thought it would be weird sleeping next to someone that wasn’t Jules, but it isn’t. It’s nice to cuddle up beside her warmth and just enjoy her. We aren’t naked, so it most definitely isn’t about the hot sex we aren’t having.
Macy
I don’t think I’ve been in a kitchen so grandiose as the one at the chalet. Cabinets everywhere, stainless steel appliances, multiple ovens, a huge island, and floor-to-ceiling windows. The cook took the afternoon off and left us to our own devices.
I sit by the island watching Trevor bustle around the kitchen grabbing all the essentials for sandwiches. The laptop is up and I’m checking school emails. My gaze drifts back to Trevor. I see his back muscles flex as he reaches up into the cabinet, emerging with two blue plates. Then I admire his ass while he opens the fridge looking for cheese and deli slices.
His face is alight, his hair curly and the scruff of his beard is mesmerizing. He looks up and smirks. I’ve been caught ogling. “Hey Mace, throw on some jams.”
“Oh, great idea! What ya thinking?”
“Hit me with your best stuff.”
“All right.” I pull my phone out of my pocket, smiling as I pick a tune.
Outkast comes on first in my shuffle, and I’m tempted to change it until Trevor starts rapping along with Andre 3000 to “The Way You Move.”
I swear my jaw almost hits the counter. He looks over and laughs at me. “What?”
“You’re an Outkast fan?”
“Hell yeah, babe. Who doesn’t love them?”
Shaking my head, I grin, “I don’t honestly know if I’m more surprised that you listen to Outkast or that you can rap every single word along with them.”
He laughs out loud. “I’m shocked that you listen to them.”
I give him an are-you-crazy look.
“You’ve obviously never actually hung out with Mia, but you can’t exactly be friends with her and not know who they are… We used to jam to them almost every day. Nothing brings you back to life after a bad day better than rapping to some old-school tunes.”
“Right on.”
He bops around the kitchen, continuing to make our lunch while I jam in my chair. Life seems almost too perfect.
We spend the next hour eating and basking in the sun while it streams in the windows of his parent's sunroom. His parents come in with smiles on. Spirits seem to be lifting in the chalet. Life seems a little less dark and foreboding and a little brighter. Lighter. Less burdened by the past. They chat for a while and then tell us they’re going out and about to see their friends. We will see them again around dinner time.
Trevor gives me a tour of the rest of the chalet. He shows me the game room, the pool, the media and bar room, a few great rooms, and several more bedrooms. He takes me up to the resort lodge, and we watch as families ski and little ones attempt to learn. What a cool place to have grown up.
Slopes upon slopes, frozen ponds, hot chocolate, and ski boots fill up my line of sight. All the while my sparkling engagement ring is winking at me, hinting at the promise of more—the promise of a future with Trevor. We talk, laugh, hold hands shyly, and give each other Eskimo kisses.
After we get back to the chalet Trevor turns to me. “Hey, I want to talk to you about something.”
