Trevor

Trevor

Itry to ignore the heavy tension in the air as I take a bite of my chicken. The table is near silent, just sounds of clanking silverware and the occasional protest from one of the twins about eating their food.

“Baby girl,” Sebastian says patiently to Rosalie who is currently crossing her arms, refusing to take a bite of her broccoli. “If you don’t eat your broccoli, you won’t grow up to be big and strong.”

“I don’t want to grow,” she grumbles while Daphne happily munches away on her broccoli, avoiding her mashed potatoes like the plague.

Sebastian lets out an exasperated sigh, and I jump in before I can think better of it.

“Rosie, if you eat all of your broccoli, I’ll take you out for ice cream soon.”

She perks up at that, her bright red curls tumbling around her face as she turns to me.

“Really? You promise, Uncle Trev?”

I smile at her, her bright green eyes wide with hope.

“Of course, but you have to eat it all with no more fuss, okay?”

She nods excitedly and starts plowing through the green vegetable. A soft warm feeling takes up residence in my chest. That is until my eyes collide with Sebastian’s. They are filled with anger and irritation as I watch him clench his fist on top of the table before gritting his teeth together.

“You can’t just take my daughter out to ice cream for eating her vegetables, Trevor. She needs to eat them without incentive.”

“I was just trying to hel—”

“Well, don’t,” he snaps in a tone that has that warm feeling shriveling up instantly, a pang of annoyance filling me instead. I nod as I look down at my plate, tightening my own jaw so I don’t do something stupid like call him out for being a fucking prick in front of the girls. I hear Erica’s soft, defeated sigh, and it hurts to know I’m the cause for her frustration. At least partially.

I glance at her out of the corner of my eye. Just enough so that I can see her but not enough that anyone would notice. I’ve practically perfected the move at this point. Ten years of watching my old best friend marry the love of my life, watching them have babies and build a life together. It wasn’t like I could stare at her the way I used to.

At least, I try not to.

I’ve contemplated cutting Erica out of my life more times than I’d care to admit. The pain is too much to deal with some days. I question if her friendship is worth it. The constant ache in my chest when I’m around her is disrupting, frustrating, and agonizing because I know that if it was ever meant to go away, it would have by now. Erica Pembrooke is my great love, my soul mate, and she’s married to someone else. As fate would have it, Erica is the love of my life, but I’m not hers, and that’s been a real fucking hard pill to swallow.

So instead of being her husband, I’m her best friend. Instead of being the father of her children, I’m their “uncle.” In all the times I’ve imagined cutting ties with Erica, I’ve come to my senses almost instantly. Having Erica in any capacity of my life is worth everything, so no matter how uncomfortable things are between me and Sebastian, no matter how hard it is to push down my feelings, I do it, happily, for her.

We finish up dinner and like the great team they are, they divide and conquer. Sebastian takes on getting the girls’ teeth brushed and putting them to bed while Erica cleans up from dinner. I volunteer to help her and soon we are rinsing dishes and loading them into the dishwasher. We are silent for a little while before she speaks.

“I’ve missed you, Trev. It’s good to have you here in town.” She smiles softly as she hands me a dish.

I smile back at her, those bright green eyes practically staring into my soul as I do.

“I’ve missed you. So fucking much, Little Red.”

“Ugh,” she groans on a laugh. “Not the nickname. When are you gonna let that drop?” she says as her hand comes up to push against my chest.

I catch it before she can pull away, smiling at her as I bring our faces close to one another.

“Never.”

Her smile slowly drops, her eyes flicking back and forth between my eyes and my lips. The look alone has my heart jack hammering in my chest, my stomach flipping as I slowly reach for the cup in her other hand, setting it down on the counter before resting my hand on the soft curve of her hip, her hand still captive in my grasp against my chest.

“Trevor,” she whispers hoarsely.

I almost don’t respond, letting the soft lilt of her voice saying my name wash over me. Maybe if I don’t respond, she’ll say it again. The look of fear, curiosity, and something that resembles want in her eyes has me answering, though.

“Yeah, Little Red?”

“Y-you should probably let me go,” she says softly, her own words sounding so unsure.

She’s right, I should. I know I should. But I can’t help but lean into this reaction Erica is having to me. One I haven’t seen in years. One I’ve been desperate for, longer than I could tell you.

“Should I?” I ask quietly, tightening my grip on both her hand and waist as if that will somehow keep her tethered to me. That it will somehow preserve this magic bubble we’ve found ourselves in.

Her breath hitches as I pull her toward me, just an inch or two. Enough for her chest to brush against mine, her head tilting up slightly to maintain eye contact with me. The hem of her T-shirt rises up just slightly, exposing a sliver of her creamy skin. My thumb rubs against the exposed skin before I can help myself, relishing the smooth feel of her.

I expect her to push me away, maybe even slap me and kick me out. I’m crossing lines here. I know it, I can feel it. But I’ve spent too goddamn long dreaming of this, practically desperate for just a moment, just one single moment, where she doesn’t push me away after hugging me. Where she doesn’t break eye contact because she feels Sebastian’s eyes on us. So, as much of a piece of shit as it makes me, I hold her that much closer, hoping to soak in this moment just a little longer.

“Yes?” she breathes, the word sounding like a confused question rather than a statement.

Leaning forward, I bend down slightly until my mouth is only a few inches from her.

“Do you want me to let you go, Little Red?” I ask, purposefully letting my breath brush against her full red lips.

I hear her breath hitch once more, her chest now heaving as it rises and falls against mine. She closes her eyes as she speaks.

“We can’t,” she sighs sorrowfully, like the words pain her to say as much as they pain me to hear.

This is where a good man would pull away, let the married woman go, and berate himself later for being so slimy. When it comes to Erica, though, I just don’t have that kind of self-control. Not when she feels it too.

“I love you,” I say in a whisper as I bring my mouth closer to hers.

Her eyes are still closed as I wrap my arm around her lower back, pulling her until she’s flush against me. She whimpers at the move, her hips involuntarily grinding against me for a moment as she does.

“Trev.”

“I love you,” I say again, determined not to let this moment slip between my fingertips, only an inch separating our lips now.

“I can’t,” she practically begs, like she doesn’t have the will to stop this. Like she needs me to do it for her.

I pull her in a little more, my hand resting just above her perfect ass, keeping her flush against me as my lips barely touch hers while I speak.

“I. Love. You.”

As if the wall she’d been building to hide her feelings for me has come crashing down in one move, she closes the remaining distance between us. Her lips are on mine, tongue stroking against me as she jumps into my arms. I catch her easily, encouraging her to wrap her legs around me as I hold her so tight, I fear I’ll break her.

I can’t believe it. I’m kissing Erica again after all this time. She tastes so goddamn sweet. Like she always did. Maybe better. I’m practically ravenous, desperate to take everything and anything she offers me right now. I feel her body wiggle against me, giving us that friction we both crave, silently begging me for what we both need.

I swipe the kitchen island clean before laying her down, her red hair fanning out around her like the halo of an angel. My angel. My Little Red.

“Trevor. I need—”

“I know what you need, baby. I need it too,” I say, emotion tightening my throat as I quickly pull down her yoga pants and panties, exposing her beautifully bare pussy to me. Goddamn, I never thought I’d see this sight again.

I undo my pants pulling my cock out to see I’m already leaking pre-cum. Fuck, I’ve never needed anyone more than I need her right now. She looks at me with heavy-lidded eyes, need stricken across her face as she spreads her thighs open for me, gifting me the sight of her. My mouth salivates in remembrance of her taste, her smell. I want it all. But right now, I need to be inside her. I need to be close to her, to feel her.

Lining the head of my cock up with her entrance, I don’t hesitate for a moment, pushing inside her with one long thrust. Her back bows as a sweet moan falls from her lips. I wrap my hands around her waist as I bring her closer to me, burying myself deeper inside her. I feel her pussy clench around me, like welcoming me home. Fuck. I’ve missed this. Missed her. This feels like so much more than fucking. It feels like the start of something, of what was always meant to be.

“Trevor,” she gasps.

“Yes, Little Red?” I ask as I continue fucking her against the shiny quartz countertop.

“I love you so much. I’ve never stopped. I couldn’t,” she says as tears begin gathering in her eyes, sliding down her face.

I reach up to catch them, fucking her deeper as I get closer to her.

“No tears, baby. Anything but the tears,” I practically beg.

“What do we do? I can’t live without you. I need you,” she says as she raises her hips and lets out a soft moan.

“I know, baby. I know. I’m not letting you go for anything. You hear me? I’ll fight for you. Fight for us. I’ll never let you go again.”

“Don’t Trev, ever. Please, please, please,” she begs as I lower my hand to her clit, rubbing it in tight circles that have her body shuddering.

“You’re so beautiful. So perfect. Come for me, Little Red. Give me what we both need. I need to know this is just about you and me. That you want me, that you need me like I need you.”

Her eyes come to mine as I increase my speed, her mouth opening into a perfect O shape as she screams her release.

“Trevor! Trevor! Trevor!”

I fuck her through it, feeling her cunt grip me so tight, it practically sends me over the edge.

Trevor. Trevor.

“Trevor, hello? Anyone home?” Erica asks.

I blink hard before looking down at the dirty plate in my hand. I shake my head, glancing up to see a fully clothed yet worried-looking Erica.

“You okay? You spaced out for a while.”

Jesus Christ.

Disappointment and a newfound pain I didn’t know existed takes over me as I close my eyes and let out a heavy breath. I take a minute to do my best to separate reality from what was clearly an overly detailed delusion. Way overly detailed.

I muster up the best smile I can, but even I can feel how tight and fake it is. Erica’s brows furrow with concern as I nod.

“I’m good.”