Page 6 of Blindside Love

But that’s all this is. I need nothing more from this man other than these delicious looks he gives me that make me feel like he’s thinking about devouring me. It’s slightly awkward because he’s so intense and just stares at me like he’s waiting for something. But his intensity feels safe. Something about him feels safe, and the fact that I don’t even know him makes that even more terrifying.

Should I ask him? About my toy? About his… cock?

“You need orgasms?” Trevor asks, a cocky smile on his face as he continues to peruse my body, making me feel even more confident in this moment.

By the time his gaze makes his way back up to my face, his eyes are no longer playful and bright. They’ve darkened and are filled with a hunger, which I can only imagine mirrors my own. It’s at this moment I realize that I’m well and truly fucked when it comes to this man. There’s something about him that just calls to me.

Which is exactly why I need to stay away. Back up and stay far away.

Far, far away from this man and his come fuck me eyes.

I just hate how much I love the way he looks at me with approval written all over his face, as well as in his pants. I feel desired, and I like it. Even though I was married, this was never something I truly felt.

Arousal starts to build inside me, setting my core on fire as he continues to check me out.

“I’m definitely not opposed to letting you use me,” he says playfully. “I could definitely help with a handful of those orgasms you’re looking for,” Trevor says, adding a wink at the end.

“Down, boy. No one is using anyone, all body parts included. I’m sure you’re great at what you do, but there will be none of that happening here—no rides. Jesus Christ, I can’t even talk. Look, I suck at trust, especially with men. Hell, the only thing I trust to give me an orgasm is myself, my vibrator, and some good smut. Unlike men, they never let me down.”

Why am I still talking? Why am I allowed to speak right now? He’s smiling like he’s enjoying this, but goddammit, I’m talking about orgasms and vibrators like it’s what I had for lunch, and I can hear Natalie laughing from my room.

“I promise you, I won’t?—”

“Thanks again, but no thanks, Trevor. Now you have a good night,” I cut him off as I step back, prepared to close the door, but he just stands there smirking.

“Well, Ellie, if you ever change your mind, I’m just next door. You could probably just knock on your wall if you need my assistance. Our walls are pretty thin if my listening to your renditions of the latest and greatest of T. Swift tells, screamed at the top of your lungs at two a.m. tells me anything.”

Motherfucker, swallow me whole.

I feel my face redden as he smiles at me, and I shut the door in his face.

This is my new neighbor?

Fuck. My. Life.

Chapter 4

Trevor

Hey, Trev, where are you?” Rex shouts, slamming the front door behind him.

“On my way out,” I shout back as I head out of my bedroom. “You brought beer, right?”

It may only be eleven in the morning, but it’s a Giants game. Football Sunday with no hockey to play means no rules. I like football, and I like beer. Win-win.

We used to watch these games religiously when we played for the same team. It was always our thing whenever we had the day off. But now that he’s coaching a different team, our schedules don’t always line up, but when they do, we try to never miss a Sunday. Today just so happens to be the last game of the season.

I smile when I see Rex in the kitchen, beer in hand. He’s probably the only person I’m fine with just walking into my place without knocking. But we never knock. The only time I do now is if I go over unannounced, but I’m pretty good about letting both Rex and Sawyer know when I’m coming over, just so I don’t walk in on something they don’t want me to see.

“Do I ever let you down, Trev?” Rex says with a laugh as I walk into the kitchen, his laughter immediately dying when he sees me. “What the fuck happened to you? Someone kick your dog? Did you fuck up and sleep with a puck bunny again?”

“Fuck off. I’m too fucking tired and way too goddamn confused to think of a witty comeback right now. Beer first, talky-talk after.”

“Fine. Here, whiny baby,” Rex grumbles as he grabs us each a beer and puts the rest in the fridge.

“Thanks. What’re Sawyer and Rory doing today?”

“They’re going with Cassie to get pedicures and then to brunch. Rory was definitely more excited than I expected, so I’m sure they’re planning on eating a bunch of garbage,” Rex says with an eye roll, but he’d give those girls anything they dreamed up.

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