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  So when he opened the door and discovered that it was not a Black Jacks delivery boy waiting to hand him a box full of deliciousness, but Hank with two incredibly beautiful women he scowled, just a little bit.

  "Ah," Hank started, clearing his throat nervously, "Mandy this is Trevor. Trevor this is Mandy," Hank said gesturing to the gorgeous blonde who was busy running an appreciative eye over his bare chest.

  "What do you need?" he asked Hank, feeling his patience fray. Not only had the man interrupted some decent cuddling time with Zoe, but he'd made him think that he was getting Black Jacks' pizza, something that he just couldn't forgive.

  "Did you forget about our double date tonight?" Hank bit out, gesturing discretely to the two women standing behind him.

  Frowning, Trevor looked back at the woman named Mandy and looked her over. She was beautiful, stunningly so. She had just the right amount of makeup, perfect silky long black hair ending halfway down her back. Her breasts were high and full without the look of plastic and her figure was absolutely perfect.

  "We thought we'd head back to the girl's place so that Mandy could cook us all dinner. She's a chef," Hank announced with a cocky grin, no doubt knowing how attractive a woman who could cook was to a Bradford.

  What he didn't know was that so far Mandy was scoring pretty high on Trevor's perfect woman list. He shot a look over his shoulder before stepping out onto the front stoop and closing the door behind him.

  He shot Mandy a smile that she quickly returned.

  "So, Mandy, tell me....are you a Yankees fan?"

  "Yes," she said, giving him a flirty little smile.

  "Are you close to your family?"

  "Yes."

  "Large family?"

  "Yes," she answered, frowning a bit at his questions or the rapid fire way he was asking them, he didn't know or care.

  "Do you think you're fat?" he asked, narrowing his eyes on her as he waited for her to answer.

  Her beautiful, perfectly painted mouth worked soundlessly for a moment before she answered. "A little, but I'm on a diet," she rushed to explain as if that's what he wanted to hear.

  "Do you like dogs?"

  "Yes, but I'm more of a cat person."

  "Are you clingy?" he demanded.

  "No," she answered with a nervous laugh as she shot her sister, who only shrugged, a look.

  With a regrettable sigh he shook his head. "I'm sorry, but this isn't going to work out."

  "What the hell are you doing, Trevor?" Hank demanded anxiously. No doubt the man wouldn't be getting laid tonight, but Trevor couldn't help it. He had his standards and this woman failed them.

  "Maybe we could go grab a cup of coffee somewhere and get to know-"

  He held up his hand, stopping her before she made an even bigger fool out of herself. "Please stop."

  "But, I was only-"

  "Don't beg."

  "I wasn't. I was just-"

  "Begging?" Trevor guessed, sighing. "I know, but you're going to have to accept that this would never work out."

  She frowned up at him. "I wasn't begging. I was just going to suggest that we should-"

  "Look," he said, reaching for the door, "this is just getting sad. I'm just going to go before things get out of hand."

  "You bastard," Hank hissed as Trevor stepped past him, but he didn't really care. He was more insulted than anything. What the hell was the man thinking bringing a woman like that to meet him? Did the man think he was so desperate that he'd consider sleeping with a woman like that? It was really insulting, he thought as he climbed onto the couch behind Zoe and pulled her back against his body. She of course rewarded him with an elbow to his gut, which he manfully took since she turned in his arms and cuddled up quite nicely against him.

  A half hour later as he dozed off he wondered why Hank brought him a woman like that when he clearly had standards. Then he remembered that the man was a fucking moron and that explained everything.

  Chapter 22

  "God, you feel good, baby," Trevor whispered harshly against her ear and she would have loved to return the compliment, but at the moment she'd lost the ability to speak.

  She was however able to moan and scream just a tad bit, which he seemed to really enjoy making her do if his little groans of approval were any indication. As he did that lazy little circular thrust thing that he knew she loved and she spread her legs wider for him and ran her hands over his body, loving the way he felt against her.

  "Time for a little change up," Trevor announced softly as he pulled out of her and started kissing his way down her body.

  Zoe made a desperate grab for him. "No. No, change up isn't necessary," she said, panting as she gripped his large biceps and attempted to pull him back up where he belonged.

  Trevor sighed heavily. "Oh, but I'm afraid it is," he said, pressing a wet kiss to the slope of her breast.

  "No, it's not," she said, desperate for him not only because she felt empty without him and wanted him right back where he belonged, but because it was early Sunday morning and bright sunlight was streaming into the room and to be honest a lot of light wasn't exactly her friend during moments like this.

  Even though Trevor acted as though he loved her body and was desperate for her she wasn't stupid enough to believe that he'd feel the same way if he got a good look at her. It wasn't as though they hadn't had sex during the day, but she usually kept some of her clothes on or they kept it straightforward and simple in bed. There was a reason why she became more adventurous at night. Soft lamp light was a hell of a lot more flattering than the bright sunlight and helped soften some of her less than flattering features.

  "It really is," Trevor said, flicking her already painfully hard nipple with that talented tongue of his. "Just lay back, Zoe, and let me show you how necessary it is," he said in a deeply seductive voice that any other time would have her nodding dumbly, but right now she really needed him to get back up here before she died of embarrassment.

  "But I really liked what you were just doing. Let's go back to that," she said, trying to drag him back up, but he wasn't having that.

  Chuckling, he easily broke away from her hold and started heading south. "You'll like this too. Trust me," he said, shooting her a wink and a killer smile that would normally have her licking her lips and nodding eagerly, but it was daylight and the man was about to see things that up to this point she'd been able to downplay with soft light.

  Swallowing nervously she did her best to sit up, but it was kind of difficult with him hovering over her. "You know what I'd like more?"

  "What's that?" he murmured absently as he leaned forward and took one her nipples into his mouth, sucking it between his lips without mercy as he flicked it with his tongue, making it really difficult for her to remember why she wanted him to stop.

  He released her nipple with a loud "pop". "Now, just lay back and let me do my work, woman," he said against her skin as he started to head south and suddenly she remembered quite clearly why she wanted him to stop.

  When he pressed a kiss to her soft stomach she practically flew away from him. She grabbed one of her large baby pink pillows and hugged it tightly to her body as she squirmed back until her back hit the wall.

  Trevor looked stunned as he sat back on his haunches, but no less aroused, Zoe absently noted as she worried her bottom lip. No doubt he thought she was crazy right now, but that was okay with her. As long as he didn't get a good look at her less than ideal body that was more than fine with her. In fact she was more than willing to encourage that little misconception at the moment.

  "Is your stomach still upset?" he asked, frowning as he moved closer to her. He cupped her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"

  Since she'd started eating normally, well normal but healthy, two days ago she'd been dealing with a constantly upset stomach. It usually went away with a little ginger ale, a warm bath, and a little rest. Although her stomach had been upset earlier when she'd woken up it was fine
now, but since telling him that wouldn't exactly help her out she decided to lie.

  "No?"

  "I see," he said, nodding. "Are you feeling sick?"

  "Yes?"

  "I guess I should leave you so that you can relax," he said with a simple shrug of his shoulders as if it was no big deal, which was actually pretty insulting. Was having sex with her boring? She didn't think so, but apparently he did with his "whatever" attitude. After she bought some really thick, dark curtains to block out every bit of sunlight and hung them up today she'd show him that sex with her was anything but boring.

  "I'll get out of your way after I wash up," he said with another shrug that she really didn't appreciate one damn bit. A second later he was climbing off the bed and pulling the condom off his slowly deflating erection while he walked towards the bathroom and she decided she didn't like it one bit.

  She tossed the pillow aside and started for the bathroom with every intention of shutting them inside the small bathroom with the thankfully dark curtains drawn and showing him for the next few hours that sex with her was anything but boring.

  "Are you feeling better?" Trevor asked as he stepped out of the bathroom.

  "No?" she said, scrambling back on the bed and yanking the baby pink top sheet up and over her breasts. She wished she could cover herself with the blankets and comforter, but they were on the floor at the foot of the bed where Trevor had shoved them off a half hour earlier.

  "Oh," he said as he absently scratched his chest. "Have you seen my boxers?"

  "Weren't they in the bathroom?" she asked, shooting a look past him towards the half-closed bathroom door. Since he'd stumbled into her room first thing this morning and headed straight to the bathroom as he informed her around a rather loud yawn that she'd better be ready for him by the time he came back out she'd assumed his underwear was in the bathroom.

  "Nope," he said as he searched through the pile of blankets on the floor. He stood up a moment later, frowning as he looked around the room. "They're probably on the bed."

  "No, I don't think they're on the-hey, give that back to me!" she squealed as she tried to grab the sheet as he yanked it off her and tossed it behind him, leaving her completely naked.

  "Now, let's just see what you're trying to hide from me, shall we?"

  ***********

  "You bastard!" Zoe hissed, kicking out as she tried, unsuccessfully, to escape his grasp and dive under her pillows, but he simply stood up, pulling her right along with him.

  "So what exactly are you trying to hide, hmmm?" Trevor asked as he tightened his grip around her ankles when she almost unmanned him. Getting hit in the balls once this weekend had been more than enough for him so he kept her dainty little feet as far away from his boys as he could manage.

  Not that she'd done it on purpose, not like a few women in his past who hadn't taken his rejection well had. No, on Zoe's part it had been a complete accident, plus he wasn't done with her yet so she had yet to hear his "You're just not good enough" speech. Not that he would ever give Zoe that little speech. Hers would be more along the lines of "I've finally worked you out of my system" or "We should probably end this since I'm getting married in a few hours." Since she hadn't received either speech yesterday morning when she rammed her knee into his balls he knew she hadn't meant it.

  The poor thing had woken up on his couch and his arms a tad bit disoriented and a bit desperate for a bathroom or a trash can. He'd just woken up as Zoe sleepily announced that she wasn't feeling so good. He'd done his best to untangle them from the comforter so that he could carry her to the bathroom, but he hadn't moved fast enough, because just as he freed her feet her little knee came up between his legs as she made a mad dash for the bathroom.

  Although he'd been more concerned with her, he did appreciate the aspirin and ice pack she'd brought him a little later when he'd still been unable to move from the fetal position. She'd been so sweet and attentive and he'd felt like an asshole. He'd given her food poisoning with that sub he'd bullied her to eat and so for the next few hours he hadn't been able to do enough for her. Not that she complained. Actually, she seemed a bit surprised by all his attention, which kind of annoyed him. Did she think he was really a heartless bastard that he'd give her food poisoning and not take care of her?

  Okay, any other woman and he would have probably shrugged it off and left her alone, but this was Zoe, his little tenant. The idea of her hurt or unhappy ate at him. It was the same reason his ever ready erection, well when she was around at least, had gone down quickly when she'd announced she wasn't feeling well, even though he was pretty sure that she was lying and he'd still been desperate for her.

  The reason why she was lying became pretty damn obvious when she dove for that sheet as he stepped out of the bathroom. He nearly sighed with irritation when he realized there were still a few issues they had to deal with, but deal with them they would. He wanted all this bullshit done with so that they could focus on their little arrangement without any of the drama or bullshit that was hindering her focus on him.

  "Are you hiding a tattoo of my name declaring your undying love for me?" he mused, actually liking the idea of his name somewhere on her body, letting every asshole in the future know that they'd never rate.

  His response kind of surprised him, especially since the few times a girlfriend had gotten herself inked with his name had actually irritated the shit out of him. He hadn't appreciated their little games to try and tie him down or earn a declaration of love from him, or try to guilt him into getting their names tattooed on him. He'd never hesitated in telling them to have a nice life after that, but the idea of having his name on Zoe actually turned him on so he decided to ignore her little snort of laughter.

  "Hmmm, is that it?" he asked, scanning her soft pale back and ass. Actually, he wouldn't mind seeing his name on her beautiful ass. Then again the idea of having his name just below her navel or on her breast was just as hot.

  "No, now can you let me up?" she asked, renewing her struggles to get away from him.

  "Not until I figure out what you're hiding," he said, releasing one ankle so that he could reach down and give her bottom a squeeze.

  "I'm not hiding anything so stop groping my ass, you pervert!" she snapped as she renewed her struggle, but thankfully was careful not to kick out at him, which he and his balls truly appreciated.

  "But I like your ass," he pointed out, palming the other cheek.

  "I think everyone in the neighborhood knows how much you like my ass! Now let go of me!" He chuckled at that little accusation, knowing that she was probably right. Over the past couple of months he may have had a problem with keeping his hands to himself when they were outside taking care of the yard or taking Toby for a walk. It was all her fault of course.

  "I guess whatever you're hiding must be on the front," he said, ignoring her threats to kick his poor balls again and flipped her over onto her back. He sighed heavily when she made a lame ass attempt to cover herself, but surprisingly or rather not surprisingly she wasn't trying to cover the naughty bits that he loved so much, but her soft slightly round stomach and thighs that he fucking adored.

  "What are you doing?" he asked, sighing heavily as she tried to roll onto her side, probably to further hide herself from his view.

  "Close your eyes!" she yelled, twisting to the other side when he wouldn't allow her to curl up.

  "Why exactly am I covering my eyes?"

  "Sunlight, damn it! Sunlight!" she snapped a bit hysterically, he thought as he ran his eyes over her, enjoying the way her breasts jiggled with every pathetic attempt to hide her body from his view.

  "What exactly does the sun being out have to do with anything?" he asked as he reached down and absently ran his hand over his hardening member.

  "Because it illuminates everything, damn it! Now hide your eyes!" she said, giving up on her useless attempts to escape and went back to covering herself.

  "Move your hands, Zoe," he murmured quietly as he co
ntinued to stroke himself.

  "No, you'll see me," she mumbled, sounding so distraught and unhappy that he had to laugh.

  "Baby, we've been having sex for several months. Trust me when I tell you that I've seen ever single inch of your body."

  For a moment she only worried her bottom lip as she continued to cover herself. Finally she stubbornly shook her head and with a frustrated sigh he released her ankle and his erection. She lost no time at all in reaching over the edge of the bed and snatching up one of the blankets off the floor and wrapping it around herself.

  "Zoe," he said softly as he climbed onto the bed and leaned back next to her, pulling her into his arms. "Unless you've got some livers spots or a weird appendage that I don't know about then you have to know that I've seen everything by now."

  "Not in the sunlight," she grumbled, but he noted with pleasure that she laid her head against his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist.

  "Ah, Zoe....," he sighed, chuckling softly as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Do you think I'm going to see something that I don't like?"

  "Yes," she mumbled unhappily against his chest.

  "Zoe," he said, gently taking her hand from where it rested on his stomach and brought it down to press against his painful erection, "trust me when I tell you there is nothing about your body that I don't like."

  "You don't like my body," she said even as she ran her very talented little hand over his erection, pausing only long enough to give the head a little squeeze that had him hissing in pleasure.

  "No?" he asked tightly. "Then how do you explain this?" he asked, rolling his hips into her touch.

  "Because you're a pervert? I mean look at the weird obsession you have with my ass," she grumbled, but thankfully sounded a lot more relaxed.

  "That may be so, but you still have a body that I can't seem to keep my hands off of." With his arm wrapped around her he pulled her up his body until he could kiss her. He felt her melt in his arms so he took advantage by gently prying the blanket away from her. After a slight hesitation she gave up.