Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
His lips were like magic as they moved over me.
By the time our clothes were off, and he was ripping the foil packet open, I was a desperate, writhing mess beneath him. He knelt between my legs, his arms braced on either side of me, shaking slightly with the effort not to slam into me. "Are you okay?" I asked him.
He nodded. "Please, Tracey, tell me to stop immediately if you get scared or uncomfortable—"
I cut him off. "I'm fine," I assured him softly, reaching up to run my fingertips over his stubble-covered jaw.
He eased into me, and my eyes widened at the fullness. I clutched his arms, my nails digging into his skin. He groaned, his lips coming down over mine. "Fuck,” he choked out. "Goddamnit, Tracey, I fucking love you." His lips coming over mine again.
He began to move gently, slowly increasing his pace. He took his time with me, being patient, loving my body, and giving me the ultimate amount of pleasure. When I climaxed, our bodies were glistening with sweat, and I felt like I couldn't move—not that I wanted to.
Without another word, Trevor grabbed me, pulling me into the circle of his arms. He kissed the top of my head, squeezing his arms around me. "Go to sleep, baby. I'll be right here when you wake up."
TREVOR
I jerked awake when my phone began vibrating under my pillow. I quickly grabbed it, answering it and putting it to my ear before it had a chance to wake Tracey up. "Hello?" I gruffly answered, being careful to keep my voice down.
"Are you still home?" Glenda asked me.
I sat up slowly, careful not to wake up Tracey as I slipped my arm from around her. "Yeah, why? What's up?"
Glenda never had an issue with me skipping, considering I hardly ever did it. So, considering she was calling me, asking me if I was home, was a bit alarming.
"You might want to come downstairs, honey. There's something Dale and I need to show you."
I frowned. “Alright."
I hung up and slid out of bed, leaving a note on my pillow for Tracey to find when she woke up. I slid on my sweats and slipped my phone into my pocket, jogging down the stairs to find out what Glenda needed to tell me.
Glenda and Dale were walking through the front door with a small boy standing behind Dale when I reached the bottom of the staircase. "Did you guys adopt another kid?" I asked them, honestly not surprised. I knew they had been thinking about it for a couple of months now.
Glenda and Dale exchanged a worried glance, and Dale finally stepped forward, sighing softly, almost like he was a bit afraid to tell me about the little kid they had brought home. "Trevor, this little boy was brought to the hospital, and I was his doctor while he was there. Child services came, giving us information about what had happened to him, and his name." He swallowed hard and ran a hand through his balding hair. "Trevor, meet your little brother, Lucas Varner."
I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. I never knew my parents had a second kid. Hell, they never even fucking deserved to have a second one. They couldn’t even do right by the first one: me.
"Fuck,” I muttered, barely restraining myself from throwing something. I looked at Dale. "How in the hell did they slip this past me?!" I roared, not able to contain it any longer.
The guilt crushed me. I hadn't ever made sure that they weren't hurting another kid. I could have saved this kid from the same fate I had suffered.
Glenda sighed, holding Lucas's hand. I swallowed hard when his petrified eyes met mine. "Your mother was only a few weeks pregnant with him when child services came and got you,” she informed me. "She apparently didn't even know she was pregnant at the time."
I cursed loudly, running my fingers through my hair roughly. I wanted to yank my hair out. No kid deserved to go through that bullshit. I knew what my parents were like, and I knew what they were capable of. I knew without a doubt that they had already fucked his life up, and he couldn't have been no older than five or six.
I looked at the kid that looked almost just like me. We had the same dark, wavy hair, dark eyes, and tall build. The only difference between me and him was that he looked absolutely terrified, and I was ready to murder the bastards that had hurt him.
I walked forward, my steps cautious. I didn't want to scare him. I wanted him to trust me.
I knew all too well how hard his trust may be to gain.
I knelt in front of him, my eyes catching how he clutched Glenda's hand tighter. "Hey, little man," I murmured, giving him a small, encouraging smile. "I'm your big brother, Trevor."