NFH 02 Perfection (39 page)

Zoe rolled her eyes even as she leaned
over to press a quick kiss on his lips, which made him slightly
happy, but not enough to forget that he needed to kill one of his
relatives.

"You never read anything
around me. You
think
you tricked me into reading for you. Then there was the time
we ran out of condoms and you flipped out because you thought there
was supposed to be 42 condoms in the box of 24."

"Would it have killed them to put a few
extra condoms in the box so that you could have seen to my needs?"
he asked, remembering that damn night and trying not to wince.
Okay, so maybe he gave himself away...just a little.

"The point is," she said, pressing
another sweet kiss against his mouth. "Is that I'm not going to
worry about it when there are more frightening things to think
about."

"Like what?" he asked, biting back a
groan when she continued to kiss a path along his jaw.

"How we're going to afford to feed
another Bradford. We both might have to take second jobs," she
said, tracing her tongue down his neck.

He dropped his head back, allowing her
more access as her words sank in. "We? Does this mean you're going
to marry me?" he asked even though he already decided she was
marrying him no matter what. Informing her that they were getting
married was just a courtesy since he couldn't think of one single
Bradford that had ever proposed.

His Uncle Jared had simply told his
Aunt Megan to meet him at the courthouse for lunch and when she
showed up he had the Justice of the Peace ready to go and all the
exits blocked. His cousin Jason simply told Haley they were getting
married and just in case she tried to change her mind or make a run
for it he'd married her two days later. His uncles and cousins had
done pretty much the same thing and as far as he knew that's what
all the men in his family had done for generations, so really she
should at least appreciate the fact that he'd at least told her
beforehand.

She really should be thanking him for
his consideration.

"I'm thinking about it," she said
against his neck and the only reason he wasn't pulling her over his
lap and spanking her was because he could tell she was just teasing
him, well, she damn well better be just teasing him.

"You are," he said, trying to sound
smug when she was actually making him a little nervous.

"Uh huh, we can discuss this afterwards
with a few other things," she said as she kissed and licked his
neck as her greedy little hands slid over his chest and
stomach.

"After what?" he asked, groaning long
and heaving when her little fingers teased his nipples.

"After you fulfill your end of our
arrangement," she said, slightly moaning and driving him out of his
goddamn mind.

"Our arrangement is over," Trevor bit
out, shifting his legs apart to make room in his now too tight
boxer briefs.

"It's not over until we come up with a
new arrangement and I have a few ideas about that, but we'll talk
about that afterwards," she said, between kissing his neck and
running her sneaky little hand between them to caress one of the
most painful erections he'd ever had in his life.

"Huh?" he somehow managed to ask as he
pushed her hair off her neck so he could return the favor for
driving him out of his mind.

"After you fuck me of course," she
said, making him smile with appreciation.

God, how he loved his demanding little
tenant.

Chapter
33

"I think I can manage that," Trevor
said, rolling his hips into her grip and making Zoe lick her lips
in appreciation. She really wasn't sure how she'd survived the last
week without him. Five years without plain old sex was nothing in
comparison to seven days of going without sex with Trevor and she
just prayed that she never had to experience it again, because she
was positive she wouldn't survive.

Of course she knew that if she truly
wanted sex that all she had to do was yell his name and he would
have come running, which was part of the problem. She needed a
little space to make sure that this wasn't just about sex for
either of them. Although she'd missed touching him and holding him
she'd actually missed just being with him more.

She missed his smile, the way he
glared at her when she teased him, the way he pouted when he ran
out of food, and she even missed his bossiness. She just missed him
and up until a few hours ago she hadn't been completely sure if he
wanted her for just her or the arrangement, but after his little
cute antics she knew that he loved her.

His attempts to see her were so sweet
and entertaining. When her hot water suddenly stopped working, she
almost called out to him, but then she heard him in his bathroom
muttering to himself for her to hurry the hell up so he could turn
the hot water tank back on before the pipes burst. So with a little
pleased smile she sat back, curious to see what else he'd
do.

When he snuck into her apartment to
entice the dogs out with his underwear it had taken every ounce of
strength she had not to laugh her ass off and pretend to be asleep,
especially when the dogs managed to steal the underwear out of his
hand and make a mad dash for it. For about five minutes she
discretely watched as Trevor did his best to chase after the dogs
without making much noise. She had to admit that for a man his size
he did a pretty good job of quietly running after her dogs, except
for the occasional curse that is. When he finally had the two dogs
and shut the door behind him she had to bury her face in her pillow
as she laughed until it hurt.

He was just so damn cute.

Her favorite moment of course was when
he was outside jacking up her car while his cousins and uncles all
stood along the sidewalk taking pictures and laughing their asses
off at him. Except for the few times he'd flipped them off, he
ignored them as he struggled with frozen nuts and bolts for almost
two hours straight. Of course he probably would have finished a lot
faster if his family hadn't thrown snow balls at him while he
worked.

They really were an entertaining
family.

Still she held out, curious to see
what else he would do. When that something else was shutting off
her heat she gave in and came over, even more curious to see how
far he would take things.

Except once he had her where he wanted
her he left her alone. She couldn't even begin to describe how
disappointed she'd been when he didn't join her in the bathtub. An
hour later, disappointed and wrinkly, she climbed into bed waiting
for him to join her there. She'd really been looking forward to
falling asleep in his arms, but the jerk never showed up so she
decided that maybe it was her turn to make a move.

"But we're going to do it my way,"
Trevor announced just before he took her mouth in a quick, too
quick, passionate kiss.

"What's this now?" she asked in a
daze.

"I said we're doing this my way. While
I work, you'll talk," he said, grabbing the hem of her oversized
tee-shirt and yanked it up and off her in a matter of seconds,
leaving her completely nude. Trevor's rough sound of approval sent
shivers of anticipation throughout her body.

"Talk?" She watched as he devoured her
body with his eyes and she was thankful that the room was dim
enough to make her feel comfortable.

"Uh huh," he said, pulling her
forward. "You tell me all about this new arrangement while I make
up for seven days, sweetheart."

She opened her mouth to answer, but
the only thing that came out was a loud strangled moan as Trevor
closed his lips around one of her taut nipples and sucked, hard.
She had to grab onto his shoulders and hold on before she fell
over.

He wanted her to talk? Now? He really
couldn't be serious.

"W-we can talk later," she suggested,
hoping he'd do that little thing with his teeth and tongue that she
loved.

He did.

But then he pulled back and she nearly
whimpered.

"I think," he said, leaning forward
again and running the flat of his tongue over her nipple, "that
this is the perfect time for you to tell me just what you had in
mind."

"But later would be better," she said,
sounding a little desperate and not really giving a damn. The man
had a gifted mouth and she was more than willing to let him use
that gift on her.

"I think now is perfect," he murmured,
tracing a line with his tongue from one nipple to the other. He
traced around the nipple that practically begged for his attention
before he drew it into his mouth and sucked.

"Now?" she choked out.

"Get talking, woman," he said around
her nipple.

"About?" she asked hazily.

He chuckled around her nipple before
he flicked it with his tongue and pulled back. "This new
arrangement of yours," he reminded her.

"Oh right, the arrangement," she said
numbly.

"Get talking or I stop," he said and
just to prove that he was serious he pulled away from her
breast.

"Okay, okay," she said, grabbing the
back of his head and yanking him back to where he belonged. With a
small chuckle he took her nipple back into his mouth.

She forced herself to ignore how
unbelievably good he felt or the fact that he held her hip tightly
so she couldn't move against him and focused. If they were going to
have any hopes for a future there were a few things they needed to
clear up.

"How many children do you want?" she
asked, knowing that this was by far the most important question. If
he was hell bent on only having one kid it was going to become a
bit awkward.

"As many as you're willing
to give me," he said, pulling back and releasing her nipple with a
wet
plop
. "Next,"
he said, burying his face in the crook of her neck as one hand
continued to squeeze and caress her breast the other slid from her
hip to her bottom where his talented hand kneaded and squeezed,
forcing her cradle his erection.

"Next....okay, um," she said absently
as she tried to rub herself against him and this time he allowed
it. "If um, if we get married we're going to need a bigger home,"
she said, remembering his offer to buy them a house. She wasn't
sure if he meant right away or sometime in the future, but with
twins, Bradford twins, they were going to need more space soon. Not
to mention a large kitchen with more storage space and maybe a
larger fridge.

"I'll build you a house, sweetheart.
Anything you want," he promised against her neck.

"I just want you, Trevor," she said,
knowing nothing else really mattered as long as she had
him.

"You have me, sweetheart," he said,
pulling away just far enough so that he could look into her eyes.
"I promise you will always have me."

"No more pretending," she said,
feeling her chin quiver, knowing it would kill her to go one more
day pretending that he wasn't everything to her. Out of everything
that happened between them that was the one thing that hurt the
most.

"Never. I'm going to make damn sure
that everyone knows that you're all mine," he swore just before he
swooped in and took her mouth in a hungry kiss.

"You promise?" she asked against his
mouth, feeling her heart race.

"Promise," he swore.

"Any other conditions for this new
arrangement I should know about?" he asked, moving his mouth back
to her neck.

"Just," she said, licking her lips as
he nibbled and licked his way down towards her breasts, "that the
sex condition is still very much in effect."

"I suppose that will be fine," he
murmured huskily, running his tongue down one breast until he could
once again take her nipple into his mouth.

"A-and I get to name our kids," she
said, hoping he was properly distracted, because she had some
really cute names for boys that she really liked, names that were
really pretty and underused.

"Not fucking happening," he said,
releasing her nipple.

"But-"

"Not happening," he said as his hands
returned to her hips. With a gentle grip he guided her off of his
lap and onto her back. "As much as I love you, I just can't let you
do that to my boys, sweetheart."

"But-"

"Not happening," he said, pushing her
legs apart as he shifted on the couch until he was crouching
between her bent legs.

"What about Frances or
Julian? Those are both-
oh my god, don't
stop doing that!
" she practically screamed
when he lowered his head between her legs and began lapping at her
slit.

"So," he said casually as if he
weren't currently driving her out of her mind by leisurely running
his tongue between her legs, just missing her clit, "let me see if
I understand this new arrangement."

She may have whimpered when he traced
her lips with the tip of his tongue and damn well knew she moaned
when he teased her clit. Licking her lips hungrily, she rotated her
hips desperate to force his teasing to go where she needed him, but
he simply grabbed her hips and held her where he wanted
her.