Page 74 of Blindside Love

The girls all practically squeal as Gwen passes out a shot to each of us. These girls have an unhealthy obsession with Tequila, but thankfully, I can stomach just about anything, especially when I have a lime.

The subject is changed from Trevor and me for all of five minutes before Sawyer looks at me, and I should expect her comment by now, but it still shocks me.

“So, was I right? Is he all rough and tumbly in the bed? Dominant and hot?” Sawyer asks, holding a perfectly straight face as she asks questions that I can tell are turning my cheeks a beautiful shade of maroon.

“Based on the color of her cheeks, I’m going to say with 100% certainty that he is, in fact rough and tumbly in bed.” Natalie smirks as she grabs a tray of drinks as we walk towards the table where she sets them down.

The guys are still talking, although Trevor still keeps checking on me. Often. I only know because I’m checking on him too.

“My lips are sealed.” I pretend to lock them and throw away the key. My silence lasts all of two seconds when Cassie makes a joke about my legs not being sealed, and I lose it with a laugh.

“Look, you don’t have to tell us, but we both know you guys have had a tough time finding a good match for yourself. If you’ve found that in each other, I’m happy as hell for you guys,” Sawyer says, smiling, and again, I find myself blushing, but this time because I realize I have found that in Trevor. He is my safe place, my happy place, the person I can be myself with.

“Why are you blushing, kitten?” Trevor’s deep voice comes from next to me, right as his arms wrap around my waist. He leans down enough to rest his chin on my shoulder, resting cheek-to-cheek with me.

I feel my body melt into his, and at this moment, I don’t want to be dancing anymore. I want to be home, in bed, naked with this man.

“I’m stealing my girl. We’re dancing,” Trevor says as the girls start giggling. I don’t pay attention, though, as he grabs my hand and leads me out to the middle of the dance floor.

Turning until my back is against his chest, I start moving to the music, letting my body take over as his hands start touching me, starting at my hips, sliding up until he’s grazing my chest, his touch charged, as I feel the heat everywhere his fingers are touching me, all the way down my side until they land on my hips, holding me firm against him as he grins into me.

Jesus fuck, he’s hard—very, very hard, as he grinds against my ass, his mouth pressing open mouth kisses down my neck, over my shoulder as he presses his lips against any bare skin, he can find like he can’t get enough.

I like this new freedom. Being able to show affection in public and claim each other. It’s nice to be able to spend time with him and not pretend that we don’t have this intense attraction to each other. Or even that we haven’t started to develop feelings for each other.

Either way, life was already much happier with him by my side as my friend. I can’t wait to see what happens with him as mine.

We dance to a couple more songs before I feel Trevor’s teeth nip my ear lobe, his hips grinding against me, making damn sure I know just how massive he is. “Two choices, kitten. Either A. we go to the bathroom, and I fuck you against the wall. Or B. You grab your purse, and we go home where I can fuck you on any and every surface in your apartment.”

I turn around, excitement already filling me at the promise of tonight. The look in his eyes is all I need to know that he’s not in the mood for games. He wants to fuck me, and he wants to fuck me hard.

Take me home, sir. I’m at your mercy.

“I’ll grab my stuff. You tell the guys we’re leaving. I’m not sure where everyone is right now. Could you make sure one of the guys gets Natalie gets home?”

He kisses my forehead, his smile wide, although his eyes remain dark. “Of course, kitten. Now run along. It’s time to go. Meet me by the door.”

That’s all it takes for me to scurry off, heading back over to our section in VIP and grabbing my things. Thankfully, I find the girls easily and tell them I’m leaving, and after their five million questions, I’m finally heading to the front to find Trevor.

Only when I do, there’s a girl with him. A very attractive woman who’s pressing up against him, her mouth near his ears as she says something I can’t make out.

I stand for a moment, waiting for the jealousy to hit, waiting for the apprehension, the second-guessing, the pit in my stomach where I just know that it’s happened again, they’ve been unfaithful.

But that was Tom, not Trevor, and Trevor proves his loyalty when he removes her hand gently and takes a step back from her. He talks to her but refuses to let her touch him.

I smile, unable to help it, especially when he looks over at me and smiles the second he sees me, ignoring the girl as she steps closer to him. I’m definitely not jealous, but I am annoyed that she’s not taking the hint. Not understanding that he doesn’t want it.

Also, the main point is that he’s mine, so I’m not a huge fan of her grubby little fingers touching my man.

I find myself walking over to them quicker than I realize, my arm sliding around Trevor’s waist as I look up at him and smile. “Ready to go, baby?”

He looks down, his eyes twinkling with humor, knowing damn well what I’m doing. He makes a show of putting his arm around my side, gripping my ass as he pulls me in tight.

Before he can respond, the girl speaks, obviously not taking the hint.

“Are we dancing or not?” she huffs, obviously annoyed.

“Unfortunately, he can’t. He has plans,” I say with a smile that definitely doesn’t meet my eyes.

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