Page 131 of Fear of Intimacy

Every word that left Mateo’s mouth had Landon glaring harder, jaw clenched.

“Lydia, honey, come be with a real man.” With that, the control Landon had snapped. With a powerful push off the ice, he lunged for his brother. Surprisingly, Mateo was quick on his feet and quickly skated away.

“Get back here, you little shit!” Cackling, Mateo skated away from his brother. Wyatt stared after his brothers, shaking his head.

“I give Mateo three minutes before Landon tackles him to the ice,” Bryton said.

“I give it two.” Wyatt commented.

As the others started going back and forth about Landon and Mateo, I felt Trevor backing up. Turning me in his hold, Trevor grabbed me from behind my thighs and hoisted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck.

Behind us, Mateo yelled something at Wyatt, followed by, “You are asking for it.” Without looking, I already knew Wyatt was also chasing Mateo around the ice.

Ignoring the chaos behind us, Trevor started skating with me in his arms. I grinned down at him, my fingers playingwith his dark hair. I felt like I was floating as he effortlessly carried me across the ice. Of course he didn’t seem fazed at the extra weight in his arms.

“What?” I questioned, at the weird look on his face.

“Move in with me.”

My eyes widened. Move in with him? We’d only been dating for four months. Wasn’t that too soon? As soon as that thought popped into my head, it disappeared. Yes, we’d only been dating a few months but this was it. Trevor was my person.

I couldn’t see myself with anyone else. He had become ingrained in my soul. I was always at his place anyway. In the last two months, we stayed at mine only a handful of times. His entire bathroom was littered with my belongings, and I even had clothes there. It really wouldn’t be all that different.

Trevor remained silent, a crease appearing between his eyebrows, worry filling his eyes. How could I say no to waking up with this man every morning?

Bringing my hand up, I cupped the side of his face. “I’d love to move in with you.”

His grin almost split his face in two. Those green eyes sparkled with nothing but love. I dipped my head and captured his lips with mine as the two of us moved across the ice.

Trevor was my home. He was the person I'd been searching for my whole life and now that he was mine, I wasn’t ever letting go.

37

TREVOR

God, she was perfect. That was all that came to mind as I laid there watching Tasha sleep. Her blonde hair slipped out of the bun she put it in earlier, strands falling across her face. She was curled up against my chest, legs draped around my waist.

When Tasha slept, she turned into a koala bear. She literally became so clingy it was adorable. If I so much as tried to move, she would cling to me tighter and would groan deep in her sleep. Which was why I was currently still lying here, arm numb from her lying on it.

It was still a bit surreal that Tasha was all mine. Sometimes, I couldn’t help but think I'd imagined it all, and that I’d wake up and find Tasha gone. She may have only moved in a week ago, but it was as if she always lived with me. While it may have been a little bit soon to move in together, it felt right.

Everything felt right with her here in my bed where she belonged. Even her stuffed turtle from Australia fit on the bedside table.

With the urge to get as close to her as humanly possible, Islowly lifted her leg off of me and gently twisted her to lie on her back. With her off of me, I was able to sit up and admire her from a different angle. The tempting thoughts racing through my mind brought a smirk to my face.

Peeling back the covers, I slid down the bed. I kept my eyes on Tasha to see if she'd wake up before I got into position. She didn't so much as stir as I moved to my favorite place in the world—in between her thighs.

She was still naked from last night, which made this even easier for me. I needed to taste her more than I needed oxygen.

Without wasting another second, I grabbed her thighs and spread her open. The sight before me was more glorious than anything I'd ever seen, and that included holding the Cup Championship trophy. I could’ve died a happy man right then. My grip tightened as I trailed my nose along her inner thighs.

I felt Tasha start to move under me and smirked. She wasn't awake yet but she was about to be. Unable to hold back anymore, I ran my tongue along her slit, groaning low in my throat at the taste of her.

Flattening my tongue, I licked the entire length of her pussy, my cock already hard in my boxers. The taste of her was the most addictive thing on the entire planet.

With each swipe of my tongue, I could feel Tasha starting to wake up. Her hips moved slightly and her breathing got heavier. When a moan escaped her lips, I smiled against her sensitive flesh. The noises she made went straight to cock, making it even harder.

Looking up, I met the eyes of a sleepy Tasha. Bringing my arms up, I hooked them around her thighs and hips, keeping her in place. With my eyes locked on her, I picked up pace, watching as she started to squirm in my hold.

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