Sage

Sage

When we get to the art museum where the gala is being held, Trevor can barely stop the car before the valet is rushing out to us. Trevor slips him a few bills before coming around to my side of the car and opening the door.

“Thanks,” I say with a small smile.

He nods as he rests his hand against my lower back and doesn’t move it as we walk up the front stairs and into the glass-walled building. When we step inside, the party is in full swing. There is what looks like a silent auction going on around the perimeter of the room and dozens and dozens of tables donned with white tablecloths as well as white centerpieces, chairs and décor scattered around the room.

My eyes skim over the various attendees who are either dancing, getting a drink from one of the bars, or schmoozing, all of whom are dressed in white. What. The. Fuck.

I look to find Trevor watching me with an amused smirk.

“Trevor, what the hell? Is this like a white-out party or something?”

“Something like that.”

“Well why the fuck did you tell me I could wear black?”

He shrugs. “Because you wanted to.”

“Yeah, but why did you wear black if you knew?”

His words pause for a moment as he looks at me with a soft look.

“I wanted us to be the same.”

I am still trying to process why the idiot didn’t just tell me that we should wear white when a snarling pair of assholes, a.k.a. Trevor’s parents, come up to us. His dad is the first to approach as he grabs Trevor’s arm and attempts to yank him toward him like a disobedient child.

“Are you serious? Do you think you’re funny? The invitation stated white attire only. Are you insolent or thick?”

“Both according to you,” Trevor says, easily pulling out of his father’s grip as he takes a half of a step closer to me, wrapping his arm loosely around my waist.

His dad’s jaw is clenching repeatedly, grinding his teeth together when his mother starts up.

“Honestly, Trevor. I’m so disappointed in you. I thought you were teasing when you said you were going to bring this…girl,” she says with a sneer as she spares me the sharpest of glances before continuing.

“And this is the exact reason her type doesn’t come to places like this. Honestly, a black whorish dress like this? Tell me, do you just enjoy the attention of being a cheap trollop, or are you purposefully trying to ruin my son’s life? Because I can tell you that you are doing famously well in both aspects at this moment.”

I’m about to make this self-absorbed twat feel two inches tall, but I’m not able to because Trevor steps, quite literally, between us, practically shielding me from his mother’s sight as he lowers his tone to an eerie sound.

“You will never speak to Sage that way again. She is my girlfriend, and she will be treated with the respect that title deserves. Any less from either of you, and I will cut ties and obtain restraining orders so fast, your heads will spin. Do you understand?”

“You can’t be serious, Trevor! I’m your mother!” she practically shouts, earning a few cursory glances from their peers and causing her husband to pinch her side in warning.

“I understand that, and I love you very much, but I won’t allow the woman that I choose to care for to be treated poorly just because you gave birth to me. I watched Grandmother Marilyn treat you horribly my entire life, and Dad never stepped in to defend you. I will not make that same mistake. If you will excuse us,” Trevor says before stepping to the side, reaching back for my hand and lacing our fingers together, before pulling me toward the dance floor.

We fall into a waltz almost immediately as the band plays on stage. There aren’t many people dancing at the moment, but it’s not like Trevor or I have ever cared about causing a scene. We don’t say anything, and we honestly don’t even look at each other as we both go through the motions seamlessly. I guess thanks are in order for those dance lessons I took when I was seven.

My mind is whirling with so many questions I don’t even know where to begin. It was surprising enough to have Trevor step in to defend me to begin with. I can’t tell you the last time anyone has ever done that for me. But he went farther than that. He didn’t just stand up for me. He tore his own mother to pieces for the disrespect, threatened to eradicate them from his life, for me. Oh, and can’t forget that other part.

“So, girlfriend?” I question, an amused lilt to my tone as Trevor’s stormy blue eyes snap down to mine.

His jaw is clenched in irritation, and his breathing is heavy.

“Yes,” he says tersely.

“I don’t remember being notified of this change in relationship status.”

“Now you have been,” he says, his eyes still on me.

I let out a dry laugh as I shake my head.

“Yeah, well, shouldn’t I get a say in this?”

His eyes narrow slightly as he looks into mine, like he’s searching for something before he shakes his head.

“No.”

“What? Why the hell not.”

His eyelids close for a moment as he lets out a huff of a breath before opening them again.

“Because you’re too scared to admit that you want this, and I’ve been too stupid trying to convince myself that I didn’t have to have you from the moment I first touched you. So, no, you don’t get a say. You are mine, and I am yours.”

I’m speechless, staring up at this gorgeous, infuriating, kind man absolutely flabbergasted. You can’t just say that you’re going to be with someone. Claim them as your girlfriend. Can you? No, fuck. Absolutely not. He can’t control me. He can’t force me into this. I won’t—

My inner monologue is short-lived when I feel Trevor’s soft lips come down to mine, crushing against me in a kiss that sends my stomach flipping and my pulse jackhammering. His arms wrap around me like two vines, not allowing a single inch of space between as his tongue comes out to mine, tangling around me as he deepens the kiss. When I try to take control of the kiss, he pulls away, resting his forehead against mine as he lets out a shuddered breath.

“Tell me you don’t feel it too, and I’ll take it all back. Tell me you don’t feel this, and I’ll let you go.”

His eyes are on me, practically begging. I’m not quite sure which outcome he is begging for, but all I know is that at this moment, I’m terrified. Terrified because I don’t want to think this over, because I don’t need to. I’m terrified because I shouldn’t trust anyone ever again. It’s too dangerous, but at this moment, I realize it’s already too late.

I lean forward enough to press my lips against his, sealing my fate and his as his hand comes up to cup the side of my face, his touch equally soft and strong. Like I’m a delicate flower that will break in his hand, but he’s too afraid to let me go. And I fucking bask in the intoxicating combination.

When Trevor pulls away, a wave of disappointment runs through me as he looks down at me, still cradling my face with perhaps the most gentle, genuine smile I’ve ever seen on him. I find myself smiling up at him too, just as some old bald guy gets on stage and makes an announcement. Oh, look. The old bald guy is Trevor’s dad.

We make our way to our seats, Trevor grabbing my hand and lacing our fingers together, not letting go even when we are settled, and his mother is attempting to catch me on fire with her eyes. I give her a sweet smile before facing the front, watching as Trevor’s dad drones on and on. I don’t even know what this event is about, honestly. Is it a charity fundraiser? Is the company celebrating something? Are they just a bunch of rich assholes trying to flaunt their wealth in each other’s faces?

My gut tells me that’s the most likely reason.

The dinner is served shortly after, and the portion size is as big as the palm of my hand. I give Trevor an irritated look, and he only laughs before squeezing my hand and leaning to speak into my ear.

“We will grab more food later, k, baby?”

I try not to let him see the effect his words have on me. Not sure if it’s the promise of more food or him calling me baby that has my heart fluttering, but just because I like to fuck Trevor, and could maybe tolerate dating him, doesn’t mean I want him to know how easily he can turn me to mush if he wanted to.

I nod as he smiles and gives me a wink before continuing to eat what little is on his plate.

“So, Sarah. I don’t think we got the chance to be properly introduced. My son seems very taken with you, so I think it’s only proper that introductions are in order. I’m Shannon Michaels.”

I bite my tongue not to lash out for the obvious purposeful name misuse. I won’t let this woman rattle me for a minute, but ever the shining knight, Trevor rides in and cuts her down at the knees.

“It’s Sage, Mother. Don’t act like you forgot in the last thirty minutes or even from this morning. If you want her last name so you can run a thorough criminal and background check, just say so.”

She looks absolutely taken aback by his bluntness, and I can’t help but laugh. Fucking A, this protective Trevor? Yeah, I like this guy.

“Oh for sure.” I laugh. “Want my fingerprints too?” I offer, handing her the wine glass I’ve been drinking out of that has visible smudged fingerprints on it.

She looks down at the glass in disdain before turning her nose up.

“I just like to make sure that my son is in good hands. We don’t need what happened to Erica happening to him.”

“Yeah, I’ve been wondering about that. What the hell are you talking about? Sebastian is probably one of the nicest and most family-oriented guys on the team, hell, probably in the state. So why isn’t he good enough for Erica? She seems to think he is.”

Shannon looks down at me with disbelief.

“You know Erica?”

“I do,” I nod. “We are actually great friends.”

She scoffs. “And I had such high hopes for her. It seems she likes to associate herself with a certain type.”

I feel Trevor begin to fume beside me, but I squeeze his hand in warning to shut up as I lean across the table.

“Mhmm, and how long has it been since you’ve spoken to her?”

Shannon shifts slightly as she lays her hands in her lap.

“Well, it’s been a while.”

I nod. “Hmph, seems she definitely likes to associate herself with a type. I guess judgmental bitch doesn’t fall under that type.”

Her eyes widen in surprise, but the woman has met me twice now. She shouldn’t be surprised. I push away from the table, standing before pulling Trevor with me.

“I’m thirsty, let’s go get a drink.”

Trevor instantly stands, giving his mom a short nod of his head as we step away from the table and walk over to the closest bar. The bartender comes over to us expectantly as I smile at him.

“Two old fashioneds, please.”

I feel Trevor’s arms snake around my waist as his head dips down to my neck, speaking into my skin.

“First you’re telling off my mom, now you’re ordering me drinks. Did I forget to mention that I’m gonna be the guy in this relationship?”

A heat wave rushes through me at the feel of his lips on my skin, and I can’t wait to make him lick clean the mess he is currently making between my legs.

I give him a confused look as the bartender hands us our drinks.

“No, I know. Pay the man,” I say as I step to the side, earning a rough chuckle from Trevor as he digs for his wallet.

The bartender nods his appreciation when Trevor tells him to keep the change before he closes the distance between us.

“Feel all masculine now?”

He scoffs. “Hardly.”

“Hmm, well I know you promised me some naughty fun in a coat closet,” I say as I take a sip of the dark-colored drink.

Trevor’s bright blue eyes darken in color as lust clouds his face. I feel him start to pull me toward the door when some old white dude calls out his name. He curses under his breath before releasing his hold on me and turning to face him with a smile. The two of them walk over to the other side of the bar as they begin schmoozing, and I can’t help but huff in irritation. I don’t care that he has to mingle. I care that our banter has my panties soaked, and he isn’t going to do anything about it right this second. Maybe I’ll just have to go finish myself off.

The old man he is talking to has his back to me as he is engaging in a deep conversation with Trevor, involving large hand gestures. Trevor is intently listening, smiling and nodding at apparently all the right times, but I don’t miss his eyes occasionally coming to me.

An idea pops into my head, and I can’t bite back my smile as I lift the cherry stem from my glass, raising it to my lips before running the plump red fruit over my equally red lips. The next time Trevor does a check-in glance toward me, his eyes stay there.

Perfect.

Slowly, I suck the fruit between my lips, making sure to take my time until the fruit slips into my mouth. Trevor is watching with rapt attention as I pull the stem off, swallowing the cherry before slipping the stem into my mouth. It takes me a few moments, but when I’m finished, I pull the stem out to reveal the double knot I created with my tongue.

Without another word, I throw it into the trash, turn on my heel and head toward the main entrance, knowing Trevor will follow.

I’m actually not sure where I’m going, it’s not like I’ve been here before, but I know the bathroom is this way, and where there are bathrooms, there are usually empty rooms or closets. Maybe I can slip into one before Trevor, and—

My thought is cut off by a rough grip on my arm, pulling me into a dark closet before slamming the door shut on me. My first instinct is panic until I smell the clean scent of Trevor’s cologne. Ease instantly overwhelms me before excitement takes over as his arms wrap around me, plastering my ass against him.

“Now where do you think you’re going, Little Raven?” he rumbles quietly.

“Well, you left me to talk to some old rich dude, so I was going to take matters into my own hands,” I bluff.

“Mmmm and what ‘matters’ are you referring to?” he asks as one of his hands slips between the high slit of my dress, brushing over the silky material of my panties.

I can’t help but gasp as his finger traces a perfect line down the front of me, but I do my best to make my tone even as I speak.

“I was gonna finger fuck myself until I came.”

“Fuck!” Trevor practically growls as he sinks his teeth into the sensitive flesh of my neck before shoving past my panties and burying two fingers inside me.

The pain of his bite and pleasure of his fingers causes me to let out a yelp. Trevor pulls back slightly as his fingers begin moving inside me, while he kisses the aching skin.

“What are you? A fucking vampire?” I grumble as he pushes deeper, rubbing against my G-spot and causing my head to fall back against his shoulder.

“Nah, baby. Out of the two of us, you’re the one that does the sucking.”

“Hell yeah, I do,” I say proudly, earning a rough chuckle to come rumbling from his chest, as his thumb begins circling my clit.

“You like that, Little Raven?”

“Yes,” I gasp, not having enough brain power to say anything else as the height of my orgasm begins to creep up on me.

“Such a naughty little girl sneaking away in the middle of a party to play with yourself. You should know better. If you need to be touched, you come get me, babygirl.”

“I don’t need you,” I throw out, causing him to laugh and stop all his movements. I whimper at the loss, my climax so close my body is practically shaking.

“No? So I should just head out then?”

“I’ll fucking cut your balls off while you sleep if you do.”

“All I heard was you’ll be near my balls when I sleep. Sounds like a win to me,” Trevor teases.

“Goddamn it, Trevor. Make me come, now,” I demand.

I can’t really see him, even with my eyes now adjusted to the dark coat closet, but that doesn’t mean I can’t feel the Cheshire smile on his face as he whispers in my ear.

“Anything you desire, Little Raven.”

He begins moving his fingers again, curling inside me in just the right spot before rubbing. It only takes seconds for me to see stars as my mouth drops open, and I let out a shout. I feel Trevor’s hand wrap around my mouth to muffle me as he finger fucks me from behind, but honestly, I don’t give a damn how loud I am.

Before I can even properly come down from my high, Trevor is spinning me around until I’m facing the door before pushing on my lower back, effectively folding me like a lawn chair and hiking up my dress. I feel his cock press against me as he pulls my panties to the side before thrusting in.

“Goddamn, you feel so fucking good,” he grits through what sounds like clenched teeth as he stills.

I wiggle my hips, trying to encourage him to start fucking me, but the grip that he has on my hips tightens to an almost painful point.

“Give me a sec,” he rasps.

“C’mon, Trev,” I whine. “This isn’t your first rodeo. You’ve never had a problem before.”

“Things are different now,” he says on a labored breath as his grip continues to tighten on me.

I wriggle in discomfort but don’t tell him to let go. Some strange part of me kind of likes the bite of his touch. Maybe because I know he’d never use his strength against me for malicious intent. Just the fun sexy kind.

“How so?” I ask as my hips just slightly move.

I feel his palm come down and slap against my bare ass, sending a ripple of pleasure up my spine as he speaks.

“Because you’re mine now, and I’ve never felt anything better in my life.”

My stomach flips at his words as I turn my head back to face him. I still haven’t had time to properly think things through. I mean, this can only end in disaster. We are terrible for each other. A couple of commitment-phobes who are enemies turned lovers? How completely predictable and cliché can we be?

Still, there is something warm that pools in my chest when he calls me his. Something settling. So despite what a shit show this might turn into, I’m gonna chase that warm glowy feeling for as long as I can.

“Fuck me like I’m yours, Trev,” I practically whisper.

Even in the practically pitch-black room, I can see his bright blue eyes flare as he nods, pulling his hips back before slamming into me again. I let out a moan of pleasure as he repeats the motion over and over again.

“Trevor,” I gasp.

“Yeah, say my name, babygirl. I love hearing my name on your sweet lips.”

He thrusts deeper this time rubbing against my G-spot and causing my legs to almost give out. Trevor makes up for it by practically holding me up as he continues fucking me. I feel his hand come to my ass, massaging me before giving it a light slap.

“You gonna let me take this ass soon, baby? I’ve been dying to fill you up.”

“Yes,” I moan. “Fill me up. Fuck me everywhere,” I chant as my second orgasm of the night begins building.

“Such a good fucking girl. You’d let me do anything I wanted to this flawless body, wouldn’t you?”

“Fuck no,” I laugh, causing Trevor to laugh as well.

“Good, I like the challenge,” he says before bottoming out inside me, causing a blinding light to flash before my eyes as I shatter apart. This time he doesn’t bother trying to cover my scream. Who gives a shit about the party. All that matters in this moment is me, him, and how hard each of us can come.

I feel Trevor’s cock swell inside me before his cum begins coating my pussy. He folds his body over my own, his mouth hitting the back of my neck as he peppers it with soft kisses as he rides out his orgasm. The act is so tender, so unlike our usual hump and dump interactions that it has me leaning back into his touch. When he pulls away, though, I can’t help but be thankful because my legs are fucking ruined from being bent over for this long in heels no less.

When I stand, I look like a baby giraffe, trying to gain my footing as I stumble. I feel Trevor’s cum leaking out of me and down my thigh, and as hot as that shit sounds in books and stuff, it doesn’t feel the best. Trevor seems to already be on it, though, because he’s sifting through jacket pockets. Looks like we are in the coat check room.

Sorry if your silk wrap smells like sex, Martha.

Trevor seems to know what he’s looking for as he pulls what looks like a pocket square out of a jacket pocket. He walks over to me and begins wiping up the dripping cum before giving me a mischievous smile.

“You’re the fucking worst,” I laugh.

He finishes wiping me clean before tossing it into the corner on the floor. His privileged little shit attitude is showing, but to be fair, all of these people are privileged little shits, so fighting fire with fire, right?”

I push open the closet door, coming face to face with an acne-faced redheaded guy who can’t be more than four years younger than me. He looks to be the coat check boy, and based on the reddening tips of his ears, my guess is he has been at his post for a little while. Some women might get embarrassed, but he looks embarrassed enough for the both of us, so I shoot him a wink and blow him a kiss as I reach back and grab Trevor’s hand, pulling him through the hall.

He lets out a low chuckle as he slips his arm around my waist and guides me the opposite direction of the ballroom.

“Where are we going?” I ask as I look up to him.

An easy smile is on his face as we step through the front doors.

“Home.”