“It’s only six,” Trevor says with a huff.
“Well, I got to the bakery at four-thirty this morning because Alden needed to come in late today.” I try to stay chipper despite his condescending tone. Turning to him, I walk closer. “Why, you want me to stay?” I purr, blinking rapidly like a character from an animated cartoon.
Shaking his head, he doesn’t answer, just keeps watching the ballgame on the television in the main room.
“Just ignore him, Addy,” Matt says, patting my back.
“Hey, not to make it all about me. But my birthday is Friday.” I giggle. “So, I guess Iammaking Friday all about me.” I lean against the counter as Jason wraps an arm around me. “Cece’s going to get in touch with Sam to see if he’ll make some barbeque and brisket to bring to Pour Decisions. And I’m making some dirty cupcakes. I hope you guys can make it.”
“Hell yeah. Of course, we’ll be there,” Jason shouts over the sizzling of the grilled food. Man, I wish I could grab some of this to go. But I don’t want to keep hanging out here where I’m not wanted. Well, by Trevor, anyway. I’d rather wear him down on more neutral turf.
I give everyone a quick goodbye as I head for the door. Yet, just as I reach for the doorknob, a familiar grumpy voice stops me in my tracks. “What the hell are dirty cupcakes?”
Walking over to where Trevor’s sitting, I bend down letting my lips dust the shell of his ear. “They’re sinfully sweet. Like me. I hope you come.” I enunciate each word carefully, hoping he catches the double entendre.
His eyes flick to mine, and I swear that crackle of electricity is back. I give him a playful wink, so there’s no doubt how I meant the statement, straighten, and head for home.
Chapter13
Trevor
“Yes,” I groan as I erupt into my hand. As my breathing begins to return to normal, my eyes flutter open. Hell. Once again, I’ve started my morning imagining the sight of Addison squirming naked beneath me. Shaking my head, I look down and wince.
What the hell is wrong with me? Again?
I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve woken up with a hard-on that I should’ve ignored. Instead, I chose not to waste it, thinking about Addison’s mouth wrapped around my dick. Shit, I’m not going to be able to use it once I finally find a willing partner. I’ll be chafed.
Maybe I should bail on this birthday party of Addison’s. It’s getting more and more difficult to pretend I don’t want her. And it’s like she’s made it her mission tooutme. As if the blue-eyed temptress knows exactly how thoughts of her have been torturing me, and she’s calling me on it.
Sassy little minx.
Do I have to get this girl a gift?I know what I’d like to give her.
Okay, Trev. Get your ass up and in the shower, and don’t think about her while you’re in there. As I turn on the water, I contemplate making a quick getaway to avoid this uncomfortable birthday celebration. Maybe I should make a quick impromptu visit home for the weekend to see Mom.
Stepping inside, I shake my head at my utter desperation. Yeah, focus on your sweet mother. Maybe that will keep your shower PG, you horny bastard.
* * *
Thirty minutes later, I’ve taken a cold shower, dressed, and made a pot of coffee. I need to get this day on track. Who the hell am I kidding? I know full well I’m going to that damn party. Just remember, she’s off-limits, numb nuts. You’re dating down. Only girls a seven or below.
And Addison’s clearly a twenty.
Buzz. Buzz.
Startled by the early morning interruption, I gaze down at my cell and notice Zach’s name and instantly perk up. Damn I’ve missed this guy.
“Hey, what a surprise.”
“How’s it going in mountain country?” Zach was a good friend the short time I knew him before moving. He’s a Hanover fire department veteran, and I was proud to be on his crew.
From what I knew of Zach, he seemed to be a kind of a loner, just him and his dog. He suffered a nasty divorce and didn’t divulge a lot of personal details. But he was a stand-up guy, and I knew I could count on him to have my back. “I was thinking of visiting one weekend. If it’s still open, I’d love to take you up on your offer to hit the lake.”
My face erupts in an ear-to-ear grin. “Of course. You and Otis are welcome anytime. I’m off the next two weekends. Get your ass down here.”
“Got it. I’ll look at my calendar. I think the weekend after next will work. Are you sure you’re good with the dog coming? He’s too old to get into any trouble.”
I chuckle. “I figured you and Otis were a package deal. It’s totally fine. Just let me know when. I hear the fishing is great here.”
