Page 235 of The Sidekick

He nods just as hard.

Has Max been lying here, waiting for Trevor to return? What did he do?

“Need more?”

I can only stare as Max nods and relaxes back. Trevor makes a thoughtful sound and takes off his shirt. It’s an easy overhead motion that’s masculine and done by rote.

I’ve never seen Trevor undressed before. The knowledge is enough to make my thighs press together as I watch him.

The hair on his chest is a lighter blond that darkens as it narrows down and disappears into his jeans. He’s hard enough that I can see the mushroom tip peeking over the top of his jeans. He’s more muscled than I imagined. Not as much as Max but it’s there. He exercises regularly, probably physical therapy.

I only think that because there are a few marks along his side and shoulder that look like scars. I want to touch them. Not to remind him of his pain but to feel his heat, the fact that he’s ok. To hold on to him with the knowledge that I almost never met him.

I bite my lower lip hard to try and control my emotions as they suddenly begin to slide down. Anger begins to rise instead. Anger at her for trying to take everything from him when he needed someone the most.

“Babygirl.”

My eyes bounce up to him, widening at being caught.

“Where did you go just now?” Trevor is watching me solemnly and Max looks concerned.

“Someplace I don’t want to be right now,” I tell him firmly and set my jaw to the stubborn angle. Instead of being reassuring, my mouth opens and what comes out next makes me want to facepalm.

“Would you mind hitting him again?”

Why.

Why, Tera?????

Max gives me a grunt of protest and Trevor grins at me.

“Like this?”

His hand lands just above the placement from before and Max grunts, his hips straining again.

“Come here,” Trevor looks at me as his smile drops away. The dominance in the command takes any hesitation away along with any other thoughts.

He steps back and points to the floor in front of him. I step between him and Max, staring up at him as I wait for what comes next.

“Turn around.”

I turn and look down at Max. He moans, his eyes pleading with me for something but I don’t know what it is.

Trevor takes my hand in his and places it over the reddened mark on Max’s hip.

“Feel how hot it gets?” His lips brush against my ear as he leans forward to whisper.

“Yes.”

It’s almost feverish. My fingers spread to stroke over his skin. Where the red mark ends the heat fades away.

“Yes, what?”

My fingers pause as I whisper, “Yes, sir.”

“Good,” he nuzzles my ear and I can feel his evil smile.

I hear the sound of a zipper and barely feel it when my dress parts in the back. Smooth fingertips that practically burn with heat trail along my spine, pausing at the clasp of my bra to undo it and move on. When they reach the waistband of my panties I realize I’m digging my nails into Max’s hip.

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