Page 2 of Trust Me
As we walk into the family room, I see my dad, Michael, standing in front of his favorite easy chair, hands thrown in the air, celebrating the Cowboys’ recent touchdown. He catches ourmovement out of the corner of his eye and turns to face me and Will. A huge smile creeps across his handsome face. My dad is one of those guys who actually gets better looking the older he gets. His brown hair is graying quickly at this point of his fifty-three years, and his emerald green eyes shine with both adoration and kindness and just a hint of mischief mixed in.
“There’s my baby girl,” he says as he walks his six-foot frame toward me. I may be the spitting image of my mom, but I have my dad’s personality. Calm yet passionate, quiet yet ornery as hell, I inherited all his best traits.
“Hi, Daddy,” I mumble as my face is crushed against his broad chest. My dad is in great shape. He’s worked all his adult life—and quite a bit of his youth—in the family company, Stevens Construction. His father started it way back when, turning it over to his only son ten years ago. My dad has grown the business into the leader in the construction industry in three counties. My brother, Travis, joined the family business after his college graduation five years ago and has encouraged my dad to grow the business into new home construction. Now they cover everything for outbuildings, new homes, home remodeling, roofing, and concrete work.
“Where’s my little Bean?” he asks as he eases up on his tight embrace.
“She’s with Mom and probably suffering from her first sugar high of the night,” I tell him with a smile.
“Better her than me,” he proclaims with a chuckle.
I look around and notice the living room seems to have more testosterone in it than usual, and considering my four brothers that is saying something. While they all give each other high fives and congratulate each other on their ’Boys most recent touchdown, resulting in a last-second win, I spot the familiar face that has haunted my dreams since I was sixteen years old. The guy I’ve secretly watched, dreamed about, and crushed on for what feels like my entire life. The boy who doesn’t even know I exist. The one I can never have. My oldest brother, Jake’s best friend, Maddox.
Chapter 2
Maddox
Nothing puts a smile on my face quicker than a win against the damn Eagles. Well, except a gorgeous and eager woman who agrees to accompany me to bed. At that thought, I contemplate making a phone call after I leave to one of the handful of numbers I have in my phone, for just such instances, which makes me fucking smile even more.
I catch sight of a smaller figure in my peripheral vision. Turning slowly, my eyes slam into the crystal-blue eyes of Avery Stevens, Jake’s little sister. The annoying little girl I’ve watched grow into the most beautiful woman.
Quit acting like a douche, asshole,I scold myself and try to turn my focus away from her endlessly long legs.She’s your best friend’s little sister, and she’s only twenty-two.
I watch her make her way around the room, hugging her brothers, Nate and Travis. She’s listening to them give a recap of the footballgame with her arms casually wrapped around Travis’s waist. She must start telling them a story because suddenly her arms are flying around animatedly and the guys laugh. She pats Travis’s chest and keeps moving, working the room.
She goes up on her tiptoes and kisses Travis’s friend, Clint, on the cheek, giving him a friendly hello. My gut tightens as she smiles up at Clint and chats openly. I want to punch him in his damn face just for smiling back down at her, which pisses me off even more.
Why am I having this uncontrollable urge to go apeshit on Clint? Why am I even upset about this? She’s nothing to me but Jake’s little sister. If she wants to kiss someone else, even if on the cheek, who am I to stop her?
I take a long pull from my beer bottle, just to keep myself from saying something stupid, and run my fingers through my hair so I don’t grab Clint by the shirt and kick his ass.
Avery finally makes her way to Jake, throwing her arms around his neck. He picks her up and spins her around like a rag doll. A very beautiful rag doll. When he sets her back down on the floor, my eyes once again collide with hers. She gives me a small, shy smile, making my pants tighter in an instant. I give her a quick, cocky grin and then turn my attention back to the television. The last thing I need is to embarrass myself infront of the entire Stevens family. Jake would kick my ass if he knew what just happened below my belt. Hell, I want to kick my own ass right now.
“Hey, Avery,” I say casually over my shoulder and avoid further eye contact. Looking in her eyes is like looking at the sun. You’re blinded instantly by their sheer beauty. By their depth. By their utter sexiness.
“Hi, Maddox,” she replies in her sweet voice. It reminds me of sex: a little breathless mixed with a little need. There I go again with the wood. So, I turn back fully toward the TV and watch the start of the post-game show.
“Heard the ’Boys won,” she states to Jake as they both turn their attention to the television.
“Had us on the edge of our damn seats until the last minute, but they pulled it off,” Jake relays. “Where’s my niece?”
“She’s stuffing her face with cookies and candy in the kitchen with Mom,” Avery shares with a smile on her face. Whenever she talks about her little girl, I notice she smiles. You can hear it in her voice.
I know absolutely zilch about kids, but I have to admit this one is cute as hell. Brooklyn is the spitting image of Avery with longblond hair, a beautiful heart-shaped face, and crystal-blue eyes that make the exotic waters of Hawaii look dull and uninviting. I’m glad Brooklyn looks so much like her mom. I’d hate for her to resemble her douchebag father, Drake Connor, in any way. That dick doesn’t deserve to have anyone resemble him, nor does he have the right to look at Avery and Brooklyn and bask in their simple beauty.
“Hey, I thought on my next day off this week I would stop by and switch vehicles with you, so I can change the oil and do all the other maintenance you girls always forget to do,” Jake says.
“I don’t forget. I just know that you’re going to insist on doing it all yourself, Mr. Control Freak, so I sit back and let you to avoid the argument. Come and get it whenever you want. I’ll leave you some money.”
“I don’t want your damn money, Avery. I already have the oil and filters at my house. I’ll swing by your place before you leave for work or trade vehicles after you get to work,” Jake decrees.
“That sounds good to me either way. Just let me know when so I can get it cleaned out beforehand. Don’t want you yelling at me,” Avery says with a big grin on her face.
“Jesus, woman. Why do you insist on pushing all my buttons?” Jake asks with a stern shake of his head.
“It’s my job as little sister. Besides, it’s a lot of fun,” she replies with another smile and giggles.
“Speaking of jobs, how’s the new one going?” Jake asks.
