The Rules We Break (The Alphaletes Book 4), page 20
“Just for that, I’m opening both.”
I laugh and nod as I lean against the table and watch her. The first bag she opens is a bottle of her favorite perfume, a few scented candles, and a pair of car keys.
She holds up the keys with a stunned look.
“What are these for?”
“The shiny black Mercedes GT-S sitting in our driveway at home.”
Sage stares at me for a moment, seemingly speechless.
“I’m not sure which part has me more thrown, the fact that you casually bought me a luxury car for my birthday or the fact that you called it ‘our’ driveway.”
I push away from the table, closing the distance between us before reaching my hand up to cup her jaw.
“It is our driveway. Let’s be real, even if you wanted to leave, I’m not letting you go. You’re stuck with me, so that should come with some perks.”
She licks her lips softly as she exhales.
“Like pain and suffering compensation?”
I chuckle lightly as I nod and brush my lips against hers.
“Exactly.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Hmm, thank you usually works,” I say as I run my mouth over her jawline.
“Seriously, Trevor,” she says, something in her tone causing me to pull back.
I look down at her to see her gem-colored eyes full of emotion as she looks up at me.
“Thank you, I love all of it. It’s so sweet.”
The sincerity in her words has my chest thumping rapidly as I wrap my arms around her.
“Anything for you, baby. Now, be a good girl, and open the other bag.”
“I take it this is the one you’re excited about?” she asks as she grabs the bag.
I allow her to step out of my reach just a hair as I nod and watch her closely.
When she peels back the tissue paper, her eyes widen before a tint of red stains her cheeks.
“Are you fucking serious?”
Grinning at her, I pinch her side.
“You ever used these before, baby?”
“No, never,” she huffs, seemingly trying to compose herself.
I waggle my eyebrows at her as I take her hand in mine.
“You won’t be able to say that after tonight.”
Sage
As Trevor races through the night-drenched streets of Seattle, my mind is whirling. I can’t believe all the effort he went through for my birthday. I don’t think anyone has tried so hard since my mom built that balloon arch that ended up falling over in the middle of my eighth birthday party.
I glance down to see his right hand resting on my knee absentmindedly as he continues driving. It’s always there. Even if it’s a five-minute trip to the grocery store, we get in the car, and his hand goes right to my knee. I’m not sure if it’s done for his comfort or mine, maybe both.
Trevor pulls up to the house, parking in his usual spot when I notice the brand-new Mercedes he was talking about right beside us.
“If you’re fucking with me about the car, I’m gonna kill you,” I say.
He glances out the window and back to me before smirking.
“I gotta say, I was anticipating a fight on that. Thought you were gonna be too strong and independent to accept a gift like that.”
I scoff as I grab my door handle.
“I’m strong and independent, not stupid. If you want to drop well over one hundred k on a birthday present for a woman you just started dating, I’m sure as hell not gonna turn it down.”
Trevor barks out a laugh as he steps out of the car, meeting me on my side before wrapping an arm around my lower back.
“You never cease to surprise me.”
“Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes. You get way too self-righteous and douchey otherwise.”
I feel Trevor’s palm come down to my ass, clapping down over it before smirking against my lips.
“Get your fine ass upstairs and into our bed, take your clothes off and wait for me. We aren’t done celebrating you just yet.”
Anticipation flutters low in my belly at the reminder of his other present. Trevor takes a step away from me, to allow me to go before giving me a wicked smile that promises all sorts of naughty good fun tonight.
Perfect.
The silk of Trevor’s sheets brushes against my skin in a soothing way. If my heart wasn’t hammering inside my chest for what comes next, I have no doubt I would already be asleep due to the buttery goodness of his bed. However, with every heavy footstep of his up the stairs, my adrenaline spikes, until he is standing in the doorway.
He pauses for a moment, leaning against the wooden door with a predatory smile as he eyes me.
“Such a pretty birthday girl. You ready to play?”
I sink my teeth into my lower lip as I nod softly. He grins wider this time as he takes the gift bag in his hand and sets it down on the bedside table. I watch as he shucks off his shirt and pants until he is left just in his boxers before he crawls onto the bed between my legs. His arms come beneath both my knees before forcing me to spread open for him.
“But first, a snack,” he rumbles as he buries his face in my cunt.
The initial feel of his tongue causes me to leap before I intertwine my fingers in his golden hair and pull him closer. You can say a lot of things about Trevor Michaels, but one thing you can never say is that the man doesn’t eat pussy well because shit, I’ve never had better.
He slips a finger inside me and begins slowly working me over as his mouth practically sucks my clit off.
“Fuck!” I moan as his eyes come up to me, not moving his mouth for one second.
He gives me a quick wink before he pushes a little deeper toward that magic button that sends me shattering apart. I feel him lick my orgasm clean before he moves to sit on his knees, his mouth glistening as he grins.
“Fucking delicious.”
He leans over me to reach the bedside table to grab the bag before coming back between my legs.
“Close your eyes, Raven.”
“No way! I want to know exactly what you’re doing with that thing.”
“Trust me?” he asks.
“Barely.”
What almost looks like hurt flashes across his face, causing me to eat my words really quick.
“Sorry, I was kidding. I trust you,” I say as I begrudgingly close my eyes.
I feel the warm tips of his fingers run up and down my bare thighs, leaving a wake of goose bumps in their path. Slowly, he begins massaging me. My thighs, my calves, even my ass cheeks. The tension I previously felt slowly begins to dissipate as I sink into his touch.
Suddenly, I feel a cool liquid hit my asshole, causing me to jerk before Trevor’s hands push me back against the bed.
“Relax, babygirl. Deep breaths.”
I do as he says, keeping my eyes closed as his fingers gently massage the liquid against and into me. I feel him slowly work the tip of his finger in and out of me as he speaks.
“Good girl, such a good girl. Nice deep breaths just like that.”
I exhale a long breath when I feel him pull away from me. On the next exhale, I feel a cool object pressed against my hole before it slips in with a pop. My eyes fly open as I look down to see Trevor’s eyes greedily taking up the sight before him. He looks up at me and nods, giving me a reassuring look as he pushes the beads in a little more, then pushing the next bead in.
Each new bead has my toes curling, and my pulse thundering. I saw how long that strand was. There is absolutely no way it’s all going to fit. But one by one, Trevor continues filling me up.
“Touch yourself, baby. Play with that pretty little clit.”
I don’t hesitate, rubbing my fingers against my clit, relieved to feel that familiar tingle of pleasure to distract me from the building discomfort of each larger-sized bead.
“Trevor, I don’t think I can take much more,” I say softly as I continue rubbing my fingers in tight circles.
“You can take it all. Deep breaths and focus on playing with that pretty little pussy.”
I let out a shaky nod as he pauses, allowing me to relax a little more. A soft moan falls from my lips, causing Trevor to groan.
“I love your little noises. So fucking sexy.”
I let out another one just as Trevor pushes the largest bead so far in. It makes my toes curl at first, and it takes several seconds to adjust before I blow out a shaky breath and allow my body to relax around the beads.
“That’s all of them. You did so good, babygirl. I’m so proud of you,” he says as he presses a kiss against my inner thigh.
His praise causes a fluttering in my lower belly as I look at him and smile.
“What does my girl want now?”
“You. Come fuck me, Trev.”
He pulls down his boxers and tosses them to the side before lining himself up to me.
“Don’t move too much. I want those beads to stay there until you come, understand?”
I nod quickly as I feel the warm head of his tip press against my slick hole. He presses inside in the next moment, causing a louder more satisfied moan to slip out of me. Trevor keeps pushing until he bottoms out and grumbles out a pleased sound.
Slower than normal, he begins fucking me, his thrusts extremely purposeful as he pulls in and out of me. If I wasn’t already a writhing mess, I’d already be close, but from every kiss and touch he’s given me thus far, I’m ready to fucking lose it.
“Fuck, your cunt is pulsing. You’re gonna come, aren’t you, Raven?”
“Uh-huh,” I whimper.
“One sec, baby,” he says as he adjusts our position slightly until his hand is behind my lower back.
Just him moving has my pussy squeezing once, my orgasm literally a breath away.
“Shit, shit, shit. I’m trying to keep it together, but you’ve got my cock in a goddamn chokehold, baby.”
He blows out what sounds like a settling breath before his eyes come to my own. His chest rising and falling as rapidly as my own. I get lost in those blue eyes for a moment, so many things lying just below the surface, like two infinitely deep pools I could dive right into. I’m so lost in him right now I almost don’t hear the low rumble of his voice.
“Come.”
That single command sends me splintering apart. I feel my pussy clamp down on him one final time before it triggers my orgasm. In that same minute, Trevor pulls the beads out of me in one swoop, ratcheting my already powerful orgasm into a blinding combination of excitement and ecstasy. I scream out my release as my body spasms and flutters, a feeling like I’ve never experienced racing through me.
This isn’t my first time with butt play, but this is definitely my first time with anal toys, and holy shit, I hope it’s not the last. I feel Trevor’s cock pulse before emptying his hot cum inside me, coating my walls as he moans out his own orgasm.
“Fuck!” he barks out before his thrusts in me slowly.
He slumps against me before nuzzling his face into my neck. I almost tell him to get the fuck off of me, but the way his arms wrap me so tightly next to him has a safe, protected feeling practically blanketing me, so I settle for only being able to breathe out of one lung for now.
Trevor
After practice the next day, I came home to find Sage working on her laptop. We decided to order in. We are currently lying in bed eating takeout and watching one of Sage’s baking shows when she speaks.
“What’s the story between you and Erica?”
The question catches me off guard and has me turning to face her.
“What do you mean?”
She sets her food to the side as she turns her head to face me.
“What’s the story? The full one. I know you said you used to date, and then she started dating Sebastian, but it feels like there is more to it. Caldwell wouldn’t hate you so viscerally if he stole your girl, you know?”
“What does it matter?” I say with a half shrug, hoping she will let it go. It’s not my proudest moment, and it’s something I try to forget about constantly.
“It matters to me,” she says seriously, causing me to exhale a heavy breath and run a hand through my hair as I nod.
“We broke up when I went to Brighton U, right? Well, we were good after that, better than ever really. It wasn’t until the summer before she started at Brighton that I realized how bad I fucked up. We had been split up for two years then, and at the time I was convinced we were meant to find our way back to each other.
“So, when she came to school, I tried to repair what I had broken. Tried to take my time but make my intentions clear. Little did I know she and Sebastian had met at a party her first night on campus and hooked up, in the laundry room of all places,” I laugh dryly as I shake my head.
“Seb knew all about Erica, but he didn’t know what she looked like until I brought her to the house the next day. I guess from there they decided to stay away from each other. Seb knew I was in love with her, and he was my best friend, and Erica thought he was an asshole for how he treated her after.”
“Sebastian? The man that practically worships the ground she walks on?” Sage asks with a dubious look.
I nod. “He was trying to be a good friend, push her away so I could have my chance with her. It was already too late, though.
“Somewhere along the way, they decided to stop fighting it, and they started seeing each other, on the down low.”
Sage winces. “And I’m guessing you found out.”
“In a shit way,” I fill in.
“I was mad, so fucking mad,” I say as I shake my head, the memories of the past practically dragging me under as I recall that night with perfect clarity.
“I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My closest friend and the girl I was in love with since I was a kid kissing, touching…I saw red. Seb and I got into it, I stormed off, got into my car and lost control.”
“Trev,” Sage says softly as she reaches out to me. Her soft hand covering my own as sympathy covers her face.
“I wrapped my car around a telephone pole, broke my arm, and was taken to the hospital. It took me a bit to wake up, and when I did, I heard them talking in my room. I heard them telling each other how much they loved each other and would be by each other’s side through anything. I-I don’t know what I was thinking, in the moment I was still so fucking hurt. I felt so betrayed and like he had fucked me over. I didn’t feel like I even had a proper chance with Erica before he tried to steal her. In my mind he played dirty, so I guess I figured it was my turn to do the same.”
Tilting my head up to the ceiling I shake my head as I continue speaking.
“I just wanted some time with her, to get her away from him, to show her how good we were together. I’m not proud of it, but at the moment, I felt desperate, like it was my last chance.”
The air is heavy between us as we sit in silence. Sage waits patiently for several seconds before she finally asks.
“What did you do?”
Slowly, I turn to face her, hoping to God she won’t judge me too harshly for what I say next.
“I lied. I faked amnesia, acted like I thought it was two years prior, right before we had broken up. I acted like I thought Erica and I were still together to push them apart, to bring her to me.”
I pause, watching for her reaction. Sage’s eyes are wide, her brows knitted, and her mouth slightly parted.
“That’s…really fucked up,” she says bluntly.
“I know,” I wince. “I was young and dumb and fucking desperate. Seb and Erica ended up breaking up for a bit, I felt guilty as shit for lying to everyone, but it was working. Erica and I were practically inseparable, we even had a few moments. I thought she was going to be mine…until the truth came out.”
“What happened after that?” she asks.
I shrug. “What do you think? They both basically told me to go fuck myself. Seb was too stubborn to go after Erica, though. He thought he wasn’t good enough for her, but I knew the truth then. I was the one who wasn’t good enough. I told him I’d give him this chance to go get her, but he’d only get one. He hasn’t fucked up to this day. They got married, had the twins, and have been living happily ever after since.”
A heaviness settles on my tongue at those words, but ironically, a lightness lifts off my shoulders at having the whole truth out there. Sage deserved to know. It was long overdue.
“And you’ve just been not so secretly in love with her ever since? Doomed to watch them fall deeper in love while you’re ostracized for what you did?” Sage asks, the raw truth to her words scraping against me.
I nod and shrug.
“Pretty much, I guess.”
“Wow.”
She doesn’t say anything else for a minute or so before she continues.
“Well fuck, let it be known, when Trevor Michaels wants something he goes after it at all costs.” She laughs hollowly.
I don’t laugh, though. I know she’s trying to mask her disappointment in me with humor. There is no point in masking it, though. She could never look down on me as much as I look down on myself. It was easily the lowest point in my life, that one thing I did and wish more than anything I could take back. But I can’t. Sometimes we have to live with our decisions, and we don’t get a do-over. You just have to keep moving.
“And now?” Sage asks, shaking me out of my thoughts.
“Now what?”
“How do you feel about her now? Do you still want her back? If she came to you tomorrow and told you she was leaving Sebastian, what would you do?”
I hear the hesitation in her voice, like she’s terrified to hear the answer. I hate that it’s there. I hate that there is even an ounce of doubt in her about us, but I don’t blame her for having it. I’ve been a fucking wild card for years when it comes to Erica, but things have changed.
I settle back into the bed, reaching over to her before dragging her into me. She comes easily, but I can practically feel the wall she’s trying to build. I can see the vaults she’s locking her heart away in as she looks up at me.
Cupping the side of her face I shake my head.
