Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Yes, please,” I replied, assuming Saxon and Eliza were down there, looking for us now.
Trev turned to look at me again. “Will you be my friend tonight?”
“I told you last night that I was sure we’d be good friends.”
He sighed. “Yeah.”
The doors opened again, and Trev waved his hand for the other couple to exit. Then, he placed his hand on my bare back before leading me to follow behind them. His thumb began to make small circles against my skin, and the goose bumps on my arms gave away the fact that it affected me.
“There you are,” Eliza’s voice called out.
I waited for Trev to drop his hand from my back, but he didn’t. His thumb didn’t stop its circular caress either.
“What happened to you?” Saxon asked, looking at me with concern.
I cut my eyes back up at Trev, then back at him. He gave me a nod of understanding, then noticed Trev’s hand on me, but he didn’t mention it.
Eliza’s emerald-green dress looked phenomenal with her red hair. It made her green eyes pop. I started to tell her that, but her eyes dropped to Trev’s arm behind me, then moved up to glare at me. Why did girls do that? I wasn’t touching him. I hadn’t asked him to touch me. Why glare at me?
I started to take a step forward to break the contact, but Trev’s hand dropped to my hip, and his fingers dug into my skin, holding me still.
“Don’t.” His tone sounded like a warning.
I lifted my eyes to look at him, and my breath caught when his locked on mine. There was a commanding gleam in his gray depths. I wanted to point out that he had a date. I also didn’t want him looking at me like that.
“Trev?” Eliza’s tone was clearly annoyed.
He didn’t acknowledge her, and it got awkward.
“Trev!” she repeated, louder this time.
There was a darkness that shaded his expression as he turned his head to look at her. “What?”
Uncomfortable was not a strong enough word. It felt as if everyone were watching us, although I knew they weren’t. The place was crawling with people, and this small interaction wasn’t as big of a deal as it seemed.
“What are you doing?” she asked, shooting a hateful scowl at me before swinging her eyes back to him.
“Touching Gypsi. She feels good and smells like vanilla and lavender,” he replied casually.
My face felt warm. I looked to Saxon for help, and he gave me a tight smile, but said nothing. I was alone in this situation.
“Are you serious? Or just drunk?” she snapped.
He smirked. “I’m drunk, but I thought she smelled incredible when I was sober. As for touching her, I assure you, she feels good with or without intoxication. Now, can we go to the fucking party, or are you going to keep asking questions?”
Her flushed face wasn’t from embarrassment. She was furious. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she turned to look at Saxon. “Fine. Saxon?” She stepped over to him. “You can escort me to the party.”
“Thank fuck,” Trev replied and slid his hand back to my bare skin.
This time, it was lower, and his fingers brushed underneath the fabric that gathered at my waist. Thankfully, I had forgone panties, for fear they’d be seen through the dress, or he’d be touching the edge of them by now.
I stiffened as he began the circling caress with his ring finger, this time entirely too low.
He leaned down. “Relax. It’s a friendly touch,” he whispered.
My eyes flew up to meet his. “That doesn’t feel friendly.”
And my thighs were going to get damp if he didn’t stop.
He winked and continued following behind Saxon and Eliza. When we walked outside, a chauffeur standing beside a black limo stepped forward and opened the door. Saxon walked up, then stepped back, allowing Eliza to climb inside. Then, he looked back at us, and I started to step forward, but Trev’s hand was gripping my hip again.
He lifted his chin at Saxon, saying nothing, and Saxon climbed inside. I started to follow him and then realized that bending over to climb in could possibly flash my naked butt. I hadn’t realized we would be taking a limo. I’d arrived at the track today in a limo with Garrett and my mom, but Saxon and I had left in a regular Escalade that he had driven.
“Do you need help, Lollipop?” Trev asked me when I didn’t move to get inside.
I bit my bottom lip nervously, then looked up at him in hopes that I could trust him. I could trust Saxon with this. It was Trev I was worried about.
I leaned into him and whispered, “I’m worried if I bend over too much, I’ll flash everyone. Could you stand behind me and block the view?”
I wasn’t going to tell him that I didn’t have on panties. That was information he didn’t need.