A knock on the door stopped her from saying whatever it was she was about to say, and then the door swung open as Fawn walked in, carrying the pizzas.

  “Delivery,” she said, smiling brightly. “Ms. Jimmie was going to bring it up, but I wanted to.”

  I jumped up and went to take the pizza boxes from her.

  “Thank you, Trev,” she said to me, then turned to look at Gypsi. “I wanted to talk to you and see how you felt about something.”

  Gypsi started to stand up, and her mom shook her head.

  “It’s not a private thing. I, uh …”

  She reminded me of Gypsi when she smiled like that.

  “Would you mind if Garrett and I left for a couple of days? He wants to take me to Paris. Paris, Gypsi. I just … I hate to leave you, but … it’s Paris.”

  Gypsi’s smile was genuine as she listened to her mother. “I would be mad if you didn’t go,” she said, then stood up. “Go have fun. Take pictures and text them to me.”

  I watched as she went to hug her mom.

  “You’ll be fine? Right?” Fawn asked her.

  Gypsi laughed. “Mom, I’m grown. I’ll get a ride back to the camper in the morning since we don’t have the car here. It’ll give me time to look for a better-paying job with the car all to myself.”

  Fawn was frowning, her eyes wide. “You aren’t going to stay here?”

  “This isn’t my home. I can’t just stay here.”

  “Yes, you can,” I interrupted.

  She was not going back to the motherfucking camper alone.

  Fawn looked at me, smiling again. “See, Trev doesn’t mind. Garrett wants you to be here so I won’t worry. I can’t enjoy Paris if you’re alone at the camper.”

  Gypsi sighed heavily. “Mom—” she started, but Fawn cut her off.

  “Please, honey. This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing for me, and I get to be with Garrett. Let me enjoy it. Don’t go back to the camper. And why are you looking for a better-paying job? Do you need money? You know where the savings jar is. Get what you need.”

  Gypsi shook her head. “That is our savings. Not just mine.”

  Fawn grabbed Gypsi’s shoulders. “You would tell me if …” She paused, her gaze flickering to me for a moment, then back to her daughter. “If I needed to know something?”

  Gypsi stiffened slightly. I didn’t like it. “Yes, of course. I just need to start putting back money for the future. That’s all.”

  Fawn closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath. “Listen to me. I need you to stay here. Where you are safe. Don’t go looking for a new job until I get back. We will talk when I return and figure out the future together. Just stop being stubborn. Stay here in that beautiful bedroom and enjoy yourself.”

  Gypsi stayed silent for a few seconds, and I realized I was holding my breath, waiting on her answer. Not butting into this conversation and telling her that she was staying her ass in this house was hard.

  “Fine. Okay. Go enjoy Paris. I will stay here like some spoiled heiress and mooch off Garrett’s hospitality,” she said grudgingly.

  Her mom laughed. “You are so far from a spoiled heiress, and you’re not mooching. Garrett wants you here.” She waved a hand at me. “Trev wants you here too.”

  “Yep,” I chimed in.

  Gypsi just nodded.

  Fawn beamed brightly, then kissed her cheek, hugging her tightly. “Okay. I was going to go back to the camper to pack, but Garrett is refusing to let me. He wants to buy me clothes when we get there.” She paused and bit her lip, looking unsure. “I feel bad, letting him,” she said softly to Gypsi.

  “Stop worrying, Mom. If the man wants to dress you in Parisian clothing, let him,” Gypsi told her.

  Fawn’s smile wavered some, unsure, but she finally nodded. “I love you.”

  “I love you too,” Gypsi replied.

  Fawn hugged her one more time before she waved at me, then left the room, closing the door behind her.

  Gypsi’s shoulders lifted and fell with another heavy sigh, and then she walked back over to the sofa and sank down beside me. I leaned forward and got a piece of the meat lovers pizza and handed it to her.

  She looked at it, then back at me. “You are no help. You know that?”

  I smirked. “Sorry, Lollipop. But I want you here.”

  She took the pizza from my hand and took an aggressive, angry bite that made me laugh.

  They were going to be gone. I’d have her here all to myself.

  It was game time.

  “I’m not expected to go topless, am I?” Gypsi asked me as we reached the door leading out onto the veranda.

  I’d invited over friends since the parents were gone. I figured it was an excuse to get Gypsi in a bikini and outside at the pool with me.

  “No. You keep your top on. I’ll hurt someone if they look, and they’ll fucking look. They’re gonna be looking anyway. They’d look, no matter what you were wearing.”

  She laughed softly, and the need to cover her mouth with my own was beating in my head like a drum. Since I’d opened my eyes this morning and remembered that I had Gypsi alone in the house, my dick had been hard. Ms. Jimmie didn’t count. She never got in the way of anything going on in the house. But after working in this house and seeing the things that had gone on here, she’d learned long ago to stay quiet and out of the way.

  I opened the door for Gypsi, then followed her outside. The sun was in my eyes, but I could see Chanel was now also topless and currently draped on Sax’s arm. Not surprising. Declan might be her friend, but she was definitely more a guys before friends kinda girl.

  Her eyes locked on us as we walked toward a set of lounge chairs. Sax was looking this way too. I knew he was annoyed about me having Gypsi alone in this house. He was still set on the fact that I couldn’t fuck her without a relationship. She had agreed to the friends with benefits thing when she was ready. I didn’t need his permission. She wasn’t his.

  “You’ve been gone forever, Trev,” Chanel called out.

  I’d left them all to go get Gypsi, who had been taking too long, and I was afraid she had decided not to come.

  I started to say something when Gypsi pulled the cover-up off her body, and my mouth went dry. Jesus Christ, it was better than I’d imagined. Perky, full tits, covered up by a triangle of white with hot-pink piping around the edges. Then, the matching bottoms covered very little. Her asscheeks were completely on display.

  I stepped over to her and picked up the flimsy thing she’d been covered up with and handed it to her. “Please put this back on.”

  She frowned. “Why?”

  “Because I’m not going to be able to do anything but think about fucking you.”

  A slow grin spread across her lips. “That sounds like a you problem.”

  “Fuck,” I groaned, and she laughed.

  “There are topless girls out here. You were going to think about fucking someone. Might as well be me.”

  I shook my head. “I’ve already fucked them. I don’t have to imagine it.”

  A small shadow crossed her face, and I wondered if I’d said the wrong thing. I didn’t normally think about what I said to girls. I never had to before. Damn, I needed a how-to course from Sax.

  Sixteen

  Gypsi

  Mom had already texted me this morning from the plane. I was happy for her. She’d always talked about Paris and wanting to see it one day. Garrett was making that dream come true. The fact that I was having to stay here in order for her to enjoy it was the only issue I had. Trev, in his swim trunks and bare chest, was making me light-headed. I was struggling not to look at him constantly.

  When Mom returned, I’d have to face her and convince her to let me move. Tyde couldn’t find me here. I didn’t think he could. But if he’d followed me, then maybe he could. I wasn’t sure. The property had a lot of security. I’d noticed that. It gave me a sense of peace. I had slept better last night than I had all week.

  Trev introduced me to everyone. Chanel, the topless redhead who wanted to fuck Saxon. Jeremey was a toned and tanned surfer boy, who was home from Mississippi State for the summer. Bea was the other topless female out here. She was blonde, and her boobs could not be real. They looked fake. She was also determined to get Trev’s attention. I had become her enemy without doing anything. Daphne was a brunette and the only other female here who was wearing a top. She also looked like she and Jeremey were a thing. Aston was a blond guy with tight curls and blue eyes. He was talking to Saxon and drinking a beer. He went to college in Gainesville and had changed his major six times already.

  Trev had made all the introductions, whispering the extra information in my ear. I’d struggled not to laugh.

  “Let’s get in the pool. It’s hot as fuck out here,” he said.

  I agreed and followed him to the water’s edge. The pool’s entry reminded me of a beach without the sand. I went in slowly, getting used to the cold temperature of the water. The water was halfway up my calves when Trev scooped me up in his arms and ran the rest of the way down the sloped entrance until my body was submerged in the water.

  “TREV!” I screamed as the freezing water shocked me.

  He grinned, letting my legs go so that I was standing in front of him.

  “You’re mean,” I complained.

  “It’s easier this way, Lollipop. You get used to the temperature faster,” he assured me as his hands stayed on my waist.

  Moving away from him would be smart, but it felt good. He had nice, big hands, and feeling them on my skin was getting to me. But he had been getting to me since he’d tried that ridiculous pickup line in Kentucky. We were friends now. I could say that and mean it. But he hadn’t mentioned the benefits thing again.

  “I’ve heard that argument before, but I still prefer to go in slow,” I told him.

  He smirked. “Aston was looking at your ass. I didn’t like it.”

  This. This was my issue. This kind of behavior made me hot as hell. It was why I’d made the mistake with Tyde. Why I liked this in a guy I didn’t know. Maybe I had daddy issues since I’d never known mine.

  “Stop frowning at me, Lollipop. You’re my friend, and I was protecting your ass from those who would ogle it.”

  I laughed, and he started to grin.

  He was a flirt. That was different from Tyde. They weren’t alike. Tyde hadn’t flirted like Trev did. But Trev wasn’t dangerous. Tyde lived in a dark world I didn’t know that much about. He’d tried to keep it from me. I had to stop comparing Trev to him. Trev wasn’t a psycho. He was a rich, spoiled kid with epic abs and a panty-dropping smile.

  “Then, I guess you’re my hero,” I told him.

  He leaned down close to my ear. “I’m the villain, Lollipop.”

  I shivered, and he pressed a kiss right beside my ear, then pulled me closer to him until I could feel his erection against my stomach. I stiffened, and he chuckled, his warm breath tickling my skin.

  “It’s a friendly boner, I swear,” he whispered.

  I didn’t laugh. I was too busy trying to breathe. My body no longer felt cold.

  “Lollipop,” he said, looking down where our chests touched.

  “Hmm?”

  He didn’t say anything for a moment, then muttered a curse as his hands flexed on my waist. This would be the time I should move away from him. Give us some space and cool off. I didn’t though. I placed my palm against his chest, and his pec flexed under my touch.

  “Um,” I managed, then forgot what I was going to say. Lust was throbbing between my legs, and I was going to need some alone time if he kept this up.

  “Completely friendly.” His voice dropped to that deep, raspy sound.

  “I’m not so sure,” I whispered.

  He chuckled low in his chest. “Okay, fine. I’m standing here, thinking about sliding those bottoms over and pushing inside of you. But in a friendly way.”

  My fingers curled, and my nails bit into his flesh. I needed to move him away. Like, now.

  “Dude, you gonna fuck her in the water?” Aston called out, and Trev’s entire body tensed.

  I stepped back so that our bodies weren’t touching and looked up at him. His jaw was clenched, and his gaze was a mixture of anger and need. He kept a hand on my side, then turned to glare back at Aston.

  “Do you want to fucking leave?” The threat in his voice was clear.

  The other guy’s eyes widened, as if he was surprised by Trev’s response. Then, he shook his head. “Sorry, man. I was just kidding.”

  “Don’t,” Trev bit out.

  When he looked back at me, he relaxed some. I watched him as his eyes dropped to my chest. My nipples were so hard that they ached. I knew he could see that through the top I was wearing.

  “Still cold?” he asked, lifting his gaze to meet mine.

  “No,” I replied softly.

  His eyes flared, and he sucked in a deep breath. “You’re gonna fucking kill me, Lollipop.”

  I took another step back, and he let his hand fall away from my side. My skin felt like it was on fire from where his touch had been. But most of my body was currently zinging with heat.

  A splash to our left startled me, and I turned just as Chanel giggled, sitting on the edge of the pool. Saxon’s head broke the surface of the water, and he swam over to her. It was odd to see Saxon like this. He ran his hands up her legs, and she opened them so that he could continue on. She bit down on her bottom lip as he slipped a finger in the crotch of her bottoms. I turned away quickly then.

  Trev’s gaze was still locked on me. “Does that bother you?” he asked me.

  I frowned. “What?”

  He lifted his chin in Saxon’s direction.

  “No. I just didn’t want to watch. I’m not a voyeur.”

  He stepped closer to me, and I inhaled deeply.

  “You don’t care that he’s sliding his finger inside her cunt?”

  I let out a small laugh, shocked by his words. “No. I don’t care whose, uh … cunt he slides a finger inside of.”

  Trev looked pleased with my answer. He had been worried I had some kind of attachment to Saxon.

  “He’s a friend,” I told him.

  Trev raised his eyebrows. “I’m a friend.”

  “Yes, and I have seen you grope all over several girls in our short friendship,” I replied. “I’m surprised you’re not all over one now.” That sounded way too bitter.

  “Sounds like it bothered you when I was groping these other girls,” he drawled as his hand slid around my waist until it was at my back.

  “It did. I was jealous,” I admitted.

  “You’re not jealous of Chanel?” he asked me.

  “No. I don’t want to fuck Saxon.”

  Trev pushed my back until I was pressed against him again. “But you want to fuck me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why are we waiting again?”

  I laughed. “Because we want to be friends first. I need to trust you and know that when we fuck and you’re over it that we won’t be awkward around each other.”

  Trev rubbed my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “We’re friends now, and, Lollipop, you say that as if I’m gonna be over it after fucking you one time. Let’s be clear. I want to lay you back and eat your pussy until you come on my face. I want to see your big, plump lips wrapped around my cock. I want to fuck your hot little pussy as you’re bent over my bed, in the shower, in this goddamn pool, against the wall, on my pool table, on that lounge chair, and I’m sure I’ll come up with a few more places. No, I don’t want a relationship. But one fuck isn’t all I’m asking for here. I’m gonna need a lot more than one to get you out of my head. That’s the whole friends with benefits thing.”

  I stood there, staring at him. Rubbing my thighs together, in need of some relief. I’d come close to orgasming from his words alone. That was a first for me. My breaths were coming in short and fast. Reasons why we couldn’t just do one of the many things he’d just mentioned seemed to be lost on me right now. I’d never been this turned on in my life.

  “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours,” he said.

  I swallowed. “That if you had kept talking, I would have gotten off, and that’s shocking. I didn’t know someone could get off like that. Without being touched.”

  The dark look he gave me only made the ache he’d caused between my legs to throb harder.

  “Are you serious?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  He grabbed my waist with both hands and spun me around. “Under the waterfall. Now,” he growled.

  He was bossing me around. It was one of my kinks. I walked until I had to swim, then swam out to the waterfall. I ducked underwater to get under it until I was on the other side of it. I found a ledge underwater that I could stand on and keep my head above water. Trev’s arms caged me in, and I turned to look at him. His wet hair was slicked back, and his gray eyes were glowing as he stared at me.

  I tensed as he leaned in and brushed a kiss on my cheek, then my jaw before running the tip of his nose along my neck, inhaling deeply.

  “I want to slip my hand inside those bottoms and play with your pussy while watching you get off,” he said against my ear, then buried his head into the crook of my neck. “Let your sweet cunt squeeze my fingers, like I want it to do to my dick.”

  His warm breath on my skin made me tremble. A small moan came from my throat.

  “I want to feel you as you come on my fingers. Hear you cry out my name.” He pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I’ve jerked off, thinking about how you’ll taste. How sweet your cum will be on my tongue. What your juices running down my face will be like.”

  Reaching out, I grabbed his arms and squeezed. I was so close, and it was almost painful. I wanted to stick my hand in my bottoms and get there already before I passed out from the agony.