Page 24 of Blindside Love

“Just friends, my ass. Unless you mean friends who want to get naked together.”

Before I can say anything, Trevor, Rex, and two of their friends I haven’t met yet come to join us at the table with another round of drinks in hand.

“What are you ladies talking about?” the friend with the blonde hair asks with a grin as he looks between the four of us.

“Oh nothing, Harry, nothing at all,” Sawyer says as she bumps him with her elbow.

“I don’t believe that at all, but I’ll let it slide because we have newcomers here.” Turning his attention to us, he grins, showcasing a perfect white smile with bright green eyes that just scream trouble. “I haven’t had a chance to meet you ladies yet. I’m Harris.”

He offers his hand with a sincere smile, but the second I take it, I feel eyes on me. When I look behind me, I see Trevor. And he looks angry.

Is he jealous? Of me? Of his friend touching me?

Turning back to Harris, I offer him a polite smile, but he must notice my nervousness because he grips my hand a little firmer and offers a friendly wink as he glances over my shoulder toward Trevor.

“It’s nice to meet you too. I’m Ellie.”

“Oh, I know who you are,” he says with a smile before taking a step closer, his hand still gripping mine. It almost makes me uncomfortable because I barely know the guy, but then he chuckles as he whispers in my ear. “I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable. I was only helping a friend out.”

“What do you mean by that?” I ask.

“Just had to give someone a little push in the right direction, help them realize what was right in front of him and how pissed off they’d be if someone else swooped in before they realized they were fucking up,” Harris says with a smile right as he takes two steps back, putting some distance between us.

“It’s time to go,” a deep voice says behind me, immediately making my body tingle like it’s filled with electricity.

I look up and see Trevor standing in front of me, blocking me from Harris, although I don’t miss him winking at me as he walks towards Natalie and the other girls.

“What? Where are we going?”

“We’re leaving. Grab your things,” Trevor says as he impatiently waits.

Everything inside of me tells me that I don’t take directions from anyone, especially men, but dammit, something in his voice is so commanding, so domineering, that the next thing I know, I’m grabbing my things, and he’s practically manhandling me as he pulls me out of the bar.

Worst of all?

I love the way him being in control makes me feel. Him telling me what to do is so hot, and my body definitely agrees. My vagina has basically thrown caution to the wind and is kneeling at the altar of Trevor. I can only imagine what she’d make me do if he ever actually touched me.

Fuck my life.

I should stop this, but truthfully, I don’t want to.

Chapter 10

Trevor

This was not part of the plan. In fact, this is exactly the opposite of my plan for tonight.

Tonight, I was just supposed to invite Ellie and her friend to the game to try to form a friendship with her. Not that this isn’t exactly what I crave, exactly what I always think about doing anytime I see her, think of her, imagine her. Which pretty much takes up 95% of my mind each day. It always ends the same, with me grabbing her and slamming my mouth on hers right before thrusting my cock deep inside of her.

But that’s not what should be happening the first time I get her to come hang out with me.

But as I pull her out of the bar and around the corner, I realize I’ve thrown logic out the window and am driving full force into desire. Lust. Something that feels so primal, I can feel it deep in my bones, just begging to be set free. The way I crave her should be illegal, and some of the things I want to do to her are probably illegal in at least a few states.

“What’s going on, Trevor? What’s wrong?” Ellie asks, her voice a little frantic as she struggles to keep up with my long strides.

How do I explain to her that nothing is wrong, yet somehow everything is wrong all at the same time? That I want her, yet I know I shouldn’t. I know I’m no good for her, that I can’t be everything she needs, but goddammit, what I wouldn’t give to get a shot at trying.

I spin her, pressing her back against the brick wall of the building, one hand pinning her hips in place as I press my erection into her stomach. She lets out a soft moan, almost like a whimper, as I bring my mouth to her ear.

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