Sophie Oak - Siren in Waiting

God, he loved this Beth.

Over and over, he drove into her ass, her cheek hitting him as she pushed back against him. Trev was getting close. His balls were drawn, and his spine tingled as the cum boiled inside of him, begging to be released. He wasn’t going to last.

He reached around and felt his way down her torso to that place where her body met Bo’s. He found her clit and pressed down as he pushed deep inside with his cock.

Bo bucked up as Beth’s head fell back. She cried out as she came, her body quivering under his. Trev could feel Bo’s cock twitching against his as he came.

Trev let go. He pushed in, fusing them together as he came in jets of semen. It flowed from his body in a great wave of cum. He kept fucking until he couldn’t anymore, his body falling forward. They were heaped together, the three of them, their limbs mingling. Beth turned toward Trev.

Trev let his head find Beth’s breast. Peace washed over him. He didn’t need anything but this strange little family in that moment.

He swore he would protect them.

Beth looked up at Trev, painfully aware that they weren’t alone in the house. Lucas, Lexi, and Aidan had politely left their living room to give them some privacy, but Shelley was still here.

“You mind Bo.” Trev stood in front of her, clean and freshly dressed. Aidan had taken pity on the fact that she hadn’t fixed the water heater yet and offered them a place to shower. Lexi had loaned Beth some jeans, a bra, and a shirt. Lexi had just laughed when she’d asked about underwear. Apparently Lexi’s men weren’t great believers in it.

“Are you sure I can’t go with you?” She hugged him. It came naturally now. She wasn’t sure why Trev needed to leave without them.

“I have some questions I need to ask. It’s not something I can do with you, darlin’. No one would talk to me if I had something as sweet and innocent as you by my side. They wouldn’t buy the act.”

She snorted. “Innocent?”

He shook his head, his face soft as he looked down at her. “I don’t care what you do in the bedroom. You’re innocent. How many men have you had?”

“Two and you know it.”

“How many men have you loved?”

That got to the heart of the matter. “Two.”

He touched her nose with his, a deeply affectionate gesture. “Innocent.”

She’d hoped she was at least a little dirty. “Why don’t you take Bo with you?”

He brushed his thumb across her lower lip, staring as though trying to decide just how much to tell her. “I don’t want to involve him. He’s innocent, too. He can drink beer and get into fights, but there’s a piece of Bo that’s just as innocent as you. I have to go see some people I wouldn’t want either of you to meet.”

She didn’t like the sound of that. “Tell me what you’re doing.”

His eyes hardened marginally.

“Please.”

He groaned but pulled her close. “I’m going to ask a few questions about Bryce Hughes. I think he’s into something bad. I need to figure out just how dangerous he is and if he has any connection to the odd things that have been happening around your place.”

She frowned. “Like the chandelier falling?”

His eyes narrowed. “You know something you’re not telling me?”

She hurried to get the words out before he reached for some more rope. “It’s just a suspicion, but I think the chandelier had help. Why would someone want a light fixture to fall? They couldn’t possibly have known we would be sitting there.”

It didn’t make any sense.

“No, they couldn’t have known, but I also don’t believe that kid was looking for drugs. I need to figure out who that kid was coming after. You should know that if I find out he was really coming after you, I’m going to have your ass in Dallas under lock and key, and I won’t take no for an answer. I should know something in a couple of hours. I want you and Shelley to pack a few things and come back here to wait for me. We’ll decide how to proceed after I know something, but I don’t want you to spend another night in that house.”

Her heart clenched. That house was special to her. “Trev, I can’t leave. I need to get to work. At the very least I need to figure out how to protect the house. It’s all I have. Every dime I have is sunk into that house.”

And it hit her.

“That hole in my ceiling is going to cost me a pretty penny. Pennies I shouldn’t have because I couldn’t get a loan. What if someone’s trying to force me to sell the place because it no longer is a doable project? If I couldn’t get a loan, I would have to sell. I wouldn’t be able to fix it up. Is there something I don’t know about the property? Is some big development firm interested in it?”

Trev’s mouth flattened. “I don’t know. If there was, you would think they would make you an offer. No big firm is going to send someone in to loosen your chandelier. They might have the property condemned, but I don’t see it. I need to figure this thing out, not just for you, darlin’. I need to know if my sister is married to someone dangerous.”

“She’ll be fine,” Bo said, coming up from behind. He nuzzled the back of her neck. “I’ll take care of our girl. We’ll hit the house, grab some stuff, and lock up the best we can. We’ll be right back here waiting for you.”

“Beth, pick up some clothes for Shelley. I don’t want her to walk into Bryce’s house again.”

“Trev!” Shelley came up from her place on the couch. “I can’t just walk out.”

“Yes, you can. Did you talk to Lucas like I asked?”

Shelley’s big brown eyes turned down. “I did. He got a big smile on his face when I told him I wanted a divorce, and I swear his mouth suddenly had fangs. Do lawyers grow fangs when they sense a good case?”

Beth had heard Lucas say he just loved taking douche bags like Bryce for everything they were worth. At least Shelley had a lawyer who would go to the mat for her.

“All the more reason for you to not walk back into that house.” Trev had made his decision, and Beth didn’t think he would be moved.

Beth walked up to Trev’s sister, slipping her hand into Shelley’s, squeezing reassuringly. “We can go shopping tomorrow. It’ll be fun.”

Shelley took a deep breath. “All right. I think I can handle a little shopping. Though maybe we could drive into Austin. The only place to buy clothes here is Gwen’s Emporium, and she stands there and shakes her head when I try to buy a V-neck. She always asks if I really think my boobs are going to fit or if I just want them to spill out all over the place. I won’t even tell you what she says about low-rise jeans.”

“Austin it is.” Beth didn’t want to admit that Gwen always told her she had such modest taste. She didn’t want to be praised for her modesty anymore. It was time to give the girls a little breathing room. “I think I might like some V-neck shirts, too. And really low-rise jeans.”

“Now, we should talk about that,” Trev said, his eyes narrowing.

“Says the man whose idea of fashion consists of thirty yards of rope. Let the woman be. I think Beth’s ass is going to look gorgeous in some tight jeans,” Bo said with a healthy leer.

Yes, dressing was going to be fun from now on. She finally understood why women spent hours shopping and picking out the right clothes to wear. She made a mental note to take the trunk of clothes she’d found in Maudine’s bedroom with her. The fifties style seemed to suit her. She noticed Bo was holding something in his hand. She rolled her eyes. “You are not bringing Roxanne.”

Bo pulled his Remington Model Seven rifle to his chest, clutching it the way he would a woman. “You don’t listen to her,” he said to Roxanne. “She doesn’t understand. No, sweetheart, after everything we’ve been through together, I’m not dumping you for her. She doesn’t even take short action magnum cartridges.”