The Rules We Break (The Alphaletes Book 4), page 22
Because I love him too.
Slowly I nod my head, not having it in me to speak. Trevor doesn’t seem to need my words either. He cups my face with his, gripping me in a firm hold as he presses his lips against mine.
“I love you, Raven. So fucking much,” he says in between kisses.
I nod again in response, causing him to let out a relieved laugh as his hands wander down my body, lifting me up by my thighs. I wrap my legs around his torso as he begins carrying me up the stairs and straight to his bedroom, our bedroom.
He lays me down on the bed before pulling off his clothes.
“I need to feel you, baby. Can I get close to you?” he asks softly.
I nod again, spurring him on to pull my pants down before laying on top of me. He slips into me instantly, letting out a shuddered breath when he is fully seated inside me.
“Trev,” I gasp softly, causing his eyes to come to me.
“Shit, I almost lost you, didn’t I, baby?”
I swallow but don’t respond before he shakes his head and curses as he begins thrusting.
“I know I did, and I’m so sorry. I knew I needed to close that chapter of my life for good before we could start our own. But I’m sorry, I should have talked to you first,” he says as he rubs his head against my G-spot. “Reassured you…” He thrusts again. “Told you how I can’t fucking breathe when you’re not near me.”
“Trevor,” I moan as my eyes water.
“No more tears, baby. Just let me love you.”
“Please,” I say softly.
“Always,” he promises.
Trevor
It’s official. Sage Aberton has broken every single rule of mine, and I don’t even care anymore. I’m in love with her, and I know she’s in love with me too. She wouldn’t have tried to leave last night if she didn’t love me. Fuck. I can’t believe I almost lost her. I can only imagine what she was thinking when she was an outsider looking in. If only she would have been there to hear our conversation.
“You’re not just dating. You’re in love,” Erica smiles at me.
I practically blanch at her words. I really care about Sage, and I fucking hate being away from her these days. But I don’t know if I’d call it love. I’ve only loved one person, and that didn’t turn out great the last time.
“I don’t think I ever want to fall in love again. It gets a little too complicated,” I say as I give her a look as I gesture between the two of us.
Erica shrugs her shoulders.
“Whether you want to or not is irrelevant, you’re in love with her, and she’s in love with you.”
“Really? She said that? What did she tell you?” I say as I turn to face her, holding my breath with anticipation.
“No, she didn’t tell me anything. I can just see it on her face, on both of your faces. Really think about it, though, Trev. If you didn’t love her, would you have gotten as excited as you just did at the idea of her loving you?”
I turn to stare off into the still water of the pool as I mull over her words. Love. Is this what love is when it’s not the person you’ve always known? Is this what falling in love is like? One minute you hate them, the next you want to protect them from every bad thing in the world? You crave their touch like you can’t take your next breath without them?
“I’m in love,” I say, more to myself than Erica.
“Wow, I think I just literally heard your little rule break inside your head,” Erica says with a know-it-all smile.
Turning my head to face her, I can’t help but smile as she leans on my shoulder and hugs my arm.
“I’m so happy for you, Trev. You deserve to have it all.”
I couldn’t even speak before Sebastian was opening the back door, asking what I had done to Sage. He watched her take off down the street to god knows where, and I was up, on my feet and running after her in the next moment.
Sage and I just pulled up to the practice facility. We only have a team meeting today since tomorrow is a home game. She said she could use some film of just the facility so she decided to come with.
I get out of my side before jogging around to grab her door. She smiles in thanks and goes to step around me when I grab her hand, lacing our fingers together.
Sage frowns at me as she raises an eyebrow.
“What are you doing?”
“Walking with my girl,” I say simply as I lock the car.
“Okay, but don’t you think someone is going to see? You need to let go of my hand,” she says as she tries to wiggle out of my grip, but I only tighten my hold.
“Babygirl, you’re not nearly as smart as I thought you were if you think there is a chance in hell, after last night, that I’m not shouting how in love with you I am from the motherfucking rooftops.”
“Please don’t, that sounds like something Santos would do,” she says with a curled lip.
I bark out a laugh as I let go of her hand before wrapping my arm around her shoulder and pulling her into me. Bending down, I press a kiss to the side of her head as we step into the hallway.
“What? You embarrassed to be seen with me? Any woman would kill to be in your position.”
She cuts me a narrowed glance as she speaks.
“And if any woman finds herself in my position, I’ll kill them.”
I can’t help but grin as I hold her to me tighter this time.
“It’s fucking hot when you get all jealous.”
Sage rolls her eyes but doesn’t pull away from me. We almost make it to where we will split off when Coach appears practically out of thin air, steam rolling out of his ears as he barrels down the hallway.
“What the fuck is this?!” he shouts.
I give him a laid-back look before glancing to Sage and back to him.
“What’s what, Coach?”
“Don’t be a fucking smart-ass with me, Michaels. Do I have to spell it out for you? My daughter is off fucking limits. If you want to see a second of time on the field for the rest of the year, I suggest you back away and lose her information.”
I can’t help but scoff.
“No can do, Coach. If you have to bench me because your adult daughter and I are in a relationship, I guess do what you gotta do. Going into the postseason and losing your starting quarterback doesn’t sound like a great way to maintain your position if I can be so bold.”
His chest heaves, his nostrils flaring as he storms up to us. I’m ready for it, but at the last moment, he switches directions and comes face to face with Sage.
“You’re such a fucking attention whore! Always trying to get a reaction. Well, here is your fucking reaction! Now get the fuck away from my player.”
“Or what? I’m not gonna break him, Dad,” Sage says, her tone hard, but I notice a slight tremble to her vibrato.
“You little fucking shit!” Coach shouts before raising his hand.
Sage flinches slightly in preparation, and it’s all the warning I need to move. I push Sage behind me quickly and catch Aberton’s hand midair, not releasing him as I lower my voice to a deathly sound.
“If you touch her, I’ll fucking bury you.”
Aberton’s anger is wild and strong, but he must see the promise in my eyes because I watch that fire in his quickly dampen. I toss his hand away from me, back at his fat piece of shit side as I continue.
“Lay a finger on her. I fucking dare you.”
The death glare he is giving me is one where I know he is wishing I just burst into flames right here and now. Unfortunately for him, I’m still standing, and I’ll be damned if he gets anywhere near my girl.
“This isn’t going to end well,” he says, his eyes attempting to go over my shoulder to Sage. “Just like the last one. You always pick the worst kind, and this time you’ll be far worse off than a couple bumps and bruises.”
With that, he turns and storms back to the film room where our meeting is being held. I don’t turn my back until he is gone, but as soon as I hear that door shut, I spin on my heel. Sage is breathing heavily, staring at the floor like she’s in another place, another time. The look on her face honestly scares the living shit out of me.
“Baby? Baby?” I ask, causing her to startle as she looks up at me.
Her bright eyes snap to my own, a thin, watery layer covering them as she quickly swipes at her face.
“Thanks.”
I frown at that. “Thanks for what? I would never let anyone even think about hurting you. Has he ever hurt you before?”
She shakes her head. “No, never. I-I’ve never seen him like that. The most I’ve ever gotten from him was indifference.”
“And what about that thing he said about a couple of bumps and bruises? He talking about your ex?”
She doesn’t speak, and the look she gives me begs me not to pry. I want to say to hell with that, strap her to a chair and force her to give me names and addresses of every man who has ever hurt her. That won’t work, though. I need her to come to me when she’s ready, to trust me. So I’ll give her that, but if she doesn’t give me details soon, I’ll take matters into my own hands. If my girl is in danger, I need to know about it so I can protect her with everything I have.
“C’mon, let’s go home,” I say.
“You need to go have your meeting,” she argues.
“Fuck him. What’s he gonna do? Bench me? Let him.”
I reach down and wrap my hand around hers as she looks up at me with a look that is drenched in vulnerability. It pains my heart and causes me to abandon her hand and wrap her whole damn body around my own. I can never be close enough to her, ever. Especially when she’s hurting. The only thing I know how to do in situations like this is hold her close and make sure nothing else can hurt her, not when I’m around.
Sage
To no one’s surprise, Dad didn’t bench Trevor at the game. I was on the sidelines for the first quarter, and obviously we arrived together, so I heard him tear into Trev when we first got there, but he was out on that field when the game kicked off. The cocky asshole was right, doesn’t matter how much my dad may hate him, Trevor is invaluable to the team and really their only solid chance of making it to the Super Bowl.
The Crusaders won, again, a huge thanks to Caldwell who really shined this last game. Trevor scored three touchdowns and had one interception, all in the first half of the game. The crowd was going absolutely apeshit. He’s always been a star player, and after this game, there is buzz about him being considered for the Offensive Player of the Year award this year if his performance continues.
Trevor has been giving me space emotionally. There is no physical space between us ever. When he is in the room, I’m basically on top of him, due to no desire of my own. Okay, maybe I like it a little bit, but I never imagined a big, womanizing playboy would be so cuddly all the time. Maybe it’s his own insecurities coming to light. Or maybe I’m just so hot he can’t keep his hands off me.
Duh, that’s obviously it.
I’m thankful for the space, though. Obviously Dad said shit that raised red flags in Trevor’s mind, and I know him. He’s desperate to hear it all. He wants to know about my past, if I’m in danger, how he can protect me. If I’m being honest, though. I don’t know how to tell for sure.
Calista and I have all but lost contact, and it’s taken everything in me not to jump to the worst conclusions. I know it’ll do no good, though. Hammer would never let anything bad happen to her, so I know she’s at least safe. But if she hasn’t been able to reach out to me in months….something bad is going on at the clubhouse, and that sends a fear like no other racing down my spine.
I’m unpacking my duffel bag in Trevor’s room, sorry, our room, because every time he saw it in the corner of the room, he practically sneered at it like it offended him. Maybe he didn’t like the reminder that I tried to walk out on him, or maybe it’s his OCD coming to light. I joked about unpacking it into the spare bedroom again when he leveled me with a look that could kill.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll put your things away permanently in our bedroom. Don’t act like there isn’t more space than you know what to do with in here.”
“Hey, want to grab some dinner?” Trev asks as he slips his arms around me from behind and places a soft kiss on the base of my neck.
I smile at the touch before I turn to face him.
“Yeah, give me a sec. Almost done,” I say as I grab a stack of shirts and turn to place them in the drawer.
Trev nods as he bends down to my bag and reaches in, his eyes going wide when he pulls something out.
“What the fuck is this?”
When I spin to see what he’s talking about, I laugh. What else am I supposed to do when I turn around to see my boyfriend holding a thick eight-inch dildo in his hand? The look on his face is a mixture of horror and maybe a glimmer of intrigue.
“Why the hell do you have this?” Trevor asks as he shakes his head and looks at me.
“Uhm, to fuck? Or I guess for it to fuck me.”
His eyes widen. “That’s what I’m here for, though.”
“Not always. A girl has needs, and sometimes she doesn’t want to deal with the bullshit that comes with the other ninety-five percent of a man.”
He stares at me for several more seconds before his head tilts to the side, and he slowly stalks toward me. I don’t bother to evade him, he always catches me, and I like the feeling of adrenaline coursing in my veins as he eats up the distance between us.
When his chest brushes against mine, he bends down until his lips are against my ear.
“Show me.”
I lean away to look up at him with furrowed brows.
“Show me how you fuck yourself, babygirl,” he says as he hands the silicone cock to me.
A thrill runs through me, and I don’t hesitate to take it from him and move to the bed. An approving sound vibrates through Trevor as he follows after me, tracking my every move as I climb on top of the bed and lay on my back. Honestly, I'm even impressed with our comfort level with each other. I feel like most couples would fumble through this, maybe get a little awkward, but I honestly see this only working out in my favor, and it’s not like I haven’t used this thing dozens of times so what’s the downside? It’s all the fun with the thrill of an audience.
Trevor reaches out for the waistband of my leggings before I can, slowly pulling them and my panties down before peeling them off my legs.
“Hand me the lube,” I say as I grip the dildo in front of me.
Trevor does as I ask, even squirting a bit on the tip of the dildo for me before he undoes his pants and applies some to himself as well. I raise an eyebrow but can’t deny the fluttering of butterflies in my lower belly at the idea of him touching himself while I’m touching myself.
Keeping my eyes on him, I take the head of my dildo, feeling the cool tip of the lube rest against my pussy before I slowly start pushing it in. The combined intrusion and chill of the lube has my body shuddering as Trevor begins slowly stroking his cock.
“You like that, baby?” he asks in the raspy voice he only reserves for the bedroom.
It’s probably for the best that he does. He’s already a national sex symbol. If these women heard the voice he uses and the things he says in the bedroom, all hope would be lost for panties everywhere.
I bite my lower lip and nod as I continue pushing the dildo inside me inch by inch until it is fully inside me. I let out a shuddering breath as Trevor’s pace slowly increases.
“Ride that cock, babygirl. Show me how well you take it.”
My pussy pulses at his words as I begin slowly moving it in and out of me, pleasure racing through me with every motion. I let out a breathy moan as Trevor swears.
“Goddamn, this is so fucking hot.”
His strokes become a little more choppy as his eyes stay fixated on my pussy.
“You like watching me get fucked by another cock?” I ask with a small smile.
Trevor’s eyes darken as he looks up to my own.
“No. The only cock that belongs inside you, is my own, this is as close to another cock as you are going to get, and I can think of dozens of ways to make you come between the two of us.”
“Well, don’t be all talk,” I tease as another soft moan escapes me.
Trevor lets go of his cock before he crawls onto the bed, pushing my legs up until my feet are planted on the bed. He slips between my thighs, and I think he’s about to take the dildo out of me so I stop pushing it in and out. But then I feel him grab my hand, setting it back on the base and forcing it back inside me.
“Fuck,” I whimper as his hand guides my own.
“Just like this. You have to get that slight rotation if you want to rub your G-spot, sweetheart.”
True to his words, sparks flash behind my eyes when he makes my hand angle up just a bit.
“Thanks for the tip,” I breathe. “You can go now.”
He barks out a short laugh as he grumbles against my inner thigh.
“Not on your fucking life.”
Before I can give him another sassy remark, his tongue sticks out, slowly tracing a line from my inner thigh down. He keeps going until he rests on my asshole.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“About to eat this delectable ass,” he says before his tongue traces over me, causing me to buck against him.
He wraps an arm around my stomach to hold me down but doesn’t relent as his tongue flicks against me. It’s not as good as getting your pussy eaten, but fuck if it isn’t second place. I can’t even focus enough to keep my rhythm up when he pulls away, reaching out for the lube before spreading a few cool drops against me.
“You ever been double stuffed before, Raven?”
“No.”
“Better get ready, baby.”
