His Every Need (6 page)

“Where did you go just now, Miss Campbell?” His voice, sharp and clipped at dinner,
was now soft and seductive. Was this how he would sound during sex? She imagined him
using that persuasive tone to murmur in her ear, to coax her to come. It would definitely
work.

Allie raised her eyes and drank him in—the straight blade of his nose, the intelligent
eyes, the hollows beneath his strong cheekbones. So handsome. He was commanding and
controlled and at ease with himself. Everything she wasn’t. Everything she wanted
to be.

“I’m right here. With you.” And she meant it. She was still nervous, but she was aroused
too.

“I’m glad.” They stared at each other until Trevor’s eyes drifted over her, slowly
moving from her face all the way down to the tips of her new designer shoes. She felt
that look against her skin, like a caress. “By the way, I do like the dress. What
are you wearing under it?”

“I believe your people call them knickers.” Allie glanced away, feeling self-conscious,
then took a deep breath and looked back. She took another sip of brandy, her hands
shaking slightly, her pulse racing.

“Show me.” His voice sounded deeper than usual.

She licked her lips and her nipples got hard. Dazed, she realized he could do that
with just his voice, make her breasts ache for his touch.

“Please.” It was the way he said it that got to her. Humble and demanding at the same
time.

She placed her glass on the round table and slowly rose to her feet. Her knees were
wobbly and her heart pounded. But when he looked at her that way, like he wanted to
devour her, she got excited. She wanted him to look at her, to touch her the way he
had in the bathtub.

She was surprised at her own reaction. Allie’d never thought much of sex, but she
had never met a man as sexual and blunt as Trevor either. She knew it was wrong—this
whole situation was wrong—but seeing his beautiful face and imagining what he could
do with those strong hands made her damp.

Shutting out all her doubts, all her problems, she focused on this moment. She wanted
Trevor for herself, for how he made her feel—like she was the most desirable woman
he’d ever seen.

With trembling fingers, she unzipped her dress, letting it pool at her feet. She stood
before him in a navy demi bra and matching thong. Her hard nipples probably showed
through the transparent lace. The panties were a wisp of silk between her legs.

Trevor’s gaze lingered on her breasts. “Come here.” Setting down his glass, he held
out his hand.

She placed her fingers in the center of his palm and took three steps forward until
she stood between his long legs. Glancing up at her, he ran his hands along her outer
thighs. His gentle touch made her stomach flutter. Then he leaned forward and placed
a chaste kiss on the triangle of her thong.

Allie gasped, leaned her head back, and tried to catch her breath. Why that was so
erotic, she couldn’t say, but that small kiss made her knees weak.

When he looked up at her again, his cheeks were ruddy. She could feel the heat coming
off him in waves. He smelled crisp and woodsy and manly, and she took a deep breath,
wanting more.

He played with the little bows on either side of the thong. “You’re so lovely.” His
thumbs slipped under the thin straps and slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled them down
over her hips, past the curve of her ass. Then, he stretched his hands outward, ripping
the fragile material from her body, exposing her before tossing the shredded scraps
on the floor.

Allie covered herself. “Do you know how much that cost?”

He pulled at her hands, held them away from her body. “Not a clue.” He leaned back
against the sofa. “Straddle me.”

After hesitating for a moment, she did as he commanded while he continued to hold
her hands, helping her as she planted her knees on either side of his legs. Lowering
herself onto his lap, she felt vulnerable and exposed but so turned on she could barely
think. The light woolen material covering his hard cock brushed against her core.
She was almost dizzy with want.

Trevor dropped her hands and spanned her waist with his own, squeezing lightly. When
his thumb circled her belly button, Allie swallowed. This was tame stuff, and yet
her nerves sizzled and fired in response. She was ready to explode and he’d barely
touched her.

As his hands glided around to her back, Allie grabbed his shoulders. He unhooked her
bra, his hands stroking as he slipped the straps over her shoulders and let the lacy
cups fall away. His gaze traveled to her bare breasts. He leaned back, still completely
dressed, his hands resting on her thighs. Staring at her nipples, he licked his lips.
“They’re pink. Gorgeous pink.”

She released his shoulders so that he could slide the straps down her arms and remove
the bra completely. Then, arching her back, she thrust her breasts toward him. “Trevor,”
she whispered.

His eyes returned to hers. “Tell me what you want, Allie. Tell me what you want me
to do.”

She was breathing hard, panting. “Touch me.”

“Where?” His voice was rough.

“Everywhere.”

He moved his hands up her thighs to the rounded cheeks of her ass. He clutched them,
kneading her flesh. “Here?”

She closed her eyes for a second. Each touch, each squeeze made her slick with moisture.
She opened her eyes and, reaching out, plunged her fingers into the soft, dark waves
of his hair. She leaned down, her lips barely brushing his. “Yes.”

He let go of her ass and moved his hands up to her hips, his thumbs resting right
above her mound, then one lightly slid downward and flicked her clit. “Here?”

She shuddered and licked the seam of his mouth, capturing his bottom lip, sucking
it. When he inhaled sharply, she smiled and pulled away. “I said everywhere.”

He thrust his hand into the hair at her nape. “Not good enough. I want you to tell
me exactly what you want, Allison, in lurid, filthy detail.” Using her hair as leverage,
he pulled her down for a hard kiss that let her know he was in charge.

His tongue swept inside her mouth, stroked hers, made her throb. She tilted her hips
forward and rubbed her clit against his erection. His slacks, rough against her swollen
lips, provided delicious friction.

Letting go of her hair, Trevor broke the kiss and grabbed her hips, stilling her.
“I’m waiting.”

Allie looked at him, confused and irritated that he’d stopped her from grinding against
him. “What?”

“Details. Tell me.”

She reached out and jerked at the knot in Trevor’s tie. She took in his face, his
dark eyes, his parted lips. “I want to feel your skin against mine.” She pulled the
tie out of his collar. Then she hastily unbuttoned his shirt. In the process, she
ripped one of the buttons off and heard it ping against the wall.

“Do you know how much that cost?” Trevor mocked, sounding winded.

“Nope.” She pulled the shirttails from his waistband and tugged his jacket and shirt
over his broad shoulders, pinning his arms in the process. She reached out and squeezed
his biceps. “You feel so good, so hard.”

In response, he leaned toward her and began trailing light kisses across her shoulder.
“You’re so soft.” He captured the skin on her upper arm between his teeth and gently
bit.

“You need to be naked,” she whispered.

“Yes.” He pulled back and tugged the shirt and jacket down his arms, ripping at his
cuffs. More buttons flew, and soon his arms and chest were bare.

She sat back and got her fill of him—masculine and lean with hard-ridged muscles.
This was sex. This was what everyone talked about, that out-of-control need. She felt
it with him.

With one hand, she reached out and ran her finger over his collarbone, down the center
of his smooth chest to the waistband of his pants.

“Allie.” He took her hands in his and brought his head forward, kissing her chin,
her cheeks, her neck. His kisses were fast and tinged with desperation.

“Touch me, Trevor. Touch my breasts.”

He released her hands and tenderly, with the pads of his fingers, traced little patterns
along the sides and tops. “Like this?”

She shivered and shook her head, strands of her hair spilled over the backs of his
hands. “No.”

“Tell me,” he growled.

“My nipples.” When he brushed his thumbs over the hard points, she groaned. “More.
Harder.”

He obliged, pinching them between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling them out and
then easing them back but never relinquishing his hold.

Allie ran her hands up and down his arms as he tortured her. Once again, she began
rubbing herself along the edge of his hard-on. She moaned at the sensation. Suddenly,
she couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed to see his cock, feel it without any obstacles.

Reaching down, she unbuckled his belt. “You’re still not naked.”

“We should remedy that immediately.” Trevor pushed her hands aside and unfastened
his pants. Lifting his ass to remove them, Allie had to hang on to his arms or get
bucked off.

When he’d finally gotten rid of the last barrier between them, she glanced down at
his long, thick shaft and bit her lip.

“Problem?” he asked, watching her.

“No. Just big.”

“Naturally.”

She smiled at his arrogance and attempted to wrap her hand around him. Her grin widened
at his gasp. His dick jumped in her hand, and using her thumb, she circled the head,
wiping the bead of moisture across the tip. “Now tell me what
you
want.” She threaded one hand through his hair, rubbing her lips along his jawline.
When she got to his ear, she teased the lobe with the tip of her tongue.

Trevor grasped her chin in one hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. “If I told you
what I wanted to do to you, Miss Campbell, you’d never stop blushing.”

Something about having his dick in her hand made her feel bold, in control. “Try me.”

“I want to tongue fuck you. I want to slide my cock between your tits while you pleasure
yourself. I want to watch as you take me in your mouth. I want you in every way imaginable
and some I haven’t even thought of yet. But right now, I want to fuck you so hard,
you’ll forget your own name.”

Oh God, she wanted that too. All of it. She kept her grasp on him, sliding her hand
down to the base of his dick and back to the tip. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Letting go of her chin, he nibbled his way down her neck. Once he latched on to her
breast, she became so focused on her own pleasure, she let go of him and clutched
his hair with both hands. He continued to lick at her breast and with one hand, reached
between them. When he slipped a long finger inside her pussy, she shuddered.

“More,” she whispered.

Then a knock sounded on the door. “Mr. Blake, Miss Campbell.”

Allie froze, but Trevor continued to play with her. The feel of his tongue against
her breast was heaven, still she clenched her hands into fists, grabbed his hair,
and tried to pull him off.

“Sorry to disturb you,” Arnold called through the door, “but Miss Campbell’s father
is on the phone.”

Trevor quit sucking, but his finger remained inside her. “She’ll be there in just
a moment, Arnold.”

“Very good, sir.”

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “What if he’d come in?”

Trevor withdrew his finger and reclined, resting his head against the back of the
sofa. Keeping both hands clamped on her hips, his cock jutted between them. “He’d
have something to put in his wank bank, I suppose.”

With a snarl, Allie pushed out of his arms and scrambled off him as she searched for
her bra. She found it lying halfway under the sofa and slipped into it. The thong
was ripped and useless.

She glanced down at her feet and realized she was still wearing her shoes. How did
she not know that? Grabbing her dress, she hastily shimmied into it, reaching around
to zip it up in the back.

Trevor stood and watched her silently as he pulled on his clothes. He picked up her
thong and tucked it into his pocket. “Come here,” he said. Without waiting for her
to comply, he pulled her to him. “Your hair is a mess.” He combed his fingers through
it, tugging at a few tangles. “There.”

On shaky legs, Allie walked to the door and opened it. Arnold had left the phone on
a silver charger in front of the door. She glanced up and down the hallway, but it
was empty. Relief flooded her. Arnold probably knew what they’d been doing, but Allie
didn’t think she could face him right now.

Bending down, she picked up the phone and hit the talk button. “Dad?”

“Sorry to bother you, Al.” She could hear the weariness in his voice.

“What’s wrong?”

“Monica came home. Just thought you’d like to know.”

Allie ran a hand through her hair and winced. Trevor hadn’t gotten out all of the
tangles. “Where the hell has she been?”

“She’s got a boyfriend, Brad something. Truth is, I don’t know what to do. I don’t
want her seeing this guy, but I want to give her a safe place to come home to.”

“But you have to think about Brynn,” she said. “Monica can’t keep treating the house
like it’s a hotel. They both need stability and consequences.” And Allie’s leaving
hadn’t helped in either department. She turned around and found Trevor listening to
every word, an indefinable look on his face. “Listen, Dad, I’ll come over tomorrow
morning and we’ll talk about it. Okay?”

“Sure. Night, Al.”

She clicked the off button and let her eyes drift toward Trevor’s crotch, allowed
herself to stare for an instant at his still-hard dick. She had to admit, it was an
impressive specimen.

“Your family drama is becoming quite tedious, Miss Campbell.”

She walked to the side table and placed the phone next to the cigar box. The man had
fingered her twice now, and he couldn’t call her by her first name? “It’s been tedious
for a long time,
Mr. Blake
.”

He narrowed his eyes at that. “How long will you be gone tomorrow morning?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

He strode toward her, and her heart stopped, waiting to see what he might do. But
he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. He walked right past her. “Good night, Miss Campbell,”
he said as he left the room.

She stared at the closed door, reeling from the rejection. They’d almost had sex and
that was it?
Good
fucking
night, Miss Campbell
?

The desire was gone now, making Allie feel restless. And angry. Her father was dealing
with all this Monica crap, and she was busy giving Trevor a handy. And he seemed completely
blasé about the whole thing.

She rubbed her forehead. Well, of course he was unaffected by it. He probably did
this type of thing all the time. Hooked up with people. Kept mistresses.

He was on a different sexual page, and she needed to catch up fast. She had a feeling
if she didn’t, she wouldn’t walk away from this mess with her heart in one piece.

***

The next morning, Trevor was seated at the table when Allie stepped into the breakfast
room. She wore a pink dress, and it looked pretty on her, but he noted the dark circles
beneath her eyes. Apparently she hadn’t been able to sleep either. “Good morning,
Miss Campbell.” The words came out as a growl.

Allie frowned. “What’s wrong with you?”

He raised his brow. “I didn’t get laid last night.” At first, he’d been intent on
punishing her for standing him up. But when he’d seen the nervousness in her eyes,
when she’d asked for a safe word, all thoughts of punishment disappeared. Instead,
he found himself seducing her. And she had been so sweetly enthusiastic, ripping at
his shirt, asking for his touch, that all he’d wanted to do was sink inside her. He
wanted to satisfy her every desire. Until Arnold’s bloody intrusion. Cock blocked
by his own butler.

After he’d left her, he swam laps in the pool for over an hour and still had a raging
hard-on. In fact, his cock was rock hard when he woke up this morning. Getting all
dressed up with no place to go made him pissy.

Allie rolled her eyes. “Yes, because your dick is always the priority.” She took a
sip of coffee.

“Since it’s why you’re here, Miss Campbell, my dick is the only thing that should
concern you.”

She set down her cup and picked up a fork. “Believe it or not, Mr. Blake, my family
trumps you
and
your little you.” She pointed her fork toward his lap. “Sorry, but that’s the way
it is.”

He clenched his jaw at the Mr. Blake reference. “Yes, well, that is unacceptable.”
He passed her the small pitcher of syrup for her pancakes. “And since you and your
family cannot seem to solve your own little crises, I’ll be accompanying you today.”

***

During the forty-minute drive, Trevor checked his email while Allie ignored him—wouldn’t
look at him, wouldn’t speak to him. Other than telling him to keep his “lip zipped”
around her family. He pretended like her silence didn’t bother him.

She was angry, of course. And she’d protested his presence in her family business
until she finally realized her arguments wouldn’t work. And while he hadn’t known
her long, he hated it when she shut him out.

When Simmons pulled the limo up to the crumbling driveway of the Campbell home, Trevor
scanned the cracked front steps and the peeling, faded paint, marveling at its shabbiness.
This was what all the fuss was over, this tiny, rundown house? Had it been like this
when the mother was well, or had it gone downhill with her health?

Trevor followed Allie to the front door, and she gave him a warning look over her
shoulder before walking inside. The interior was as decrepit as the exterior. The
furniture was old and worn, a faded blue blanket nearly covered a tear on the sofa.
Stuffing spilled out of the ripped, faux leather chair.

“I’m home,” Allie called.

Her father, Brian, whom he had met on three previous occasions, stepped out of the
kitchen with a tired smile. “Hey, Al.” But as soon as he caught sight of Trevor, the
smile dropped. “Oh, Mr. Blake. Didn’t know you were coming too.”

Trevor held out his hand. “Sorry for the imposition. Good to see you again, Mr. Campbell.”

Allie’s father nodded and shook hands. “Call me Brian. And thanks for giving Allie
a job. I’m very grateful.”

Trevor glanced at Allie, saw her assume a phony smile. He could now tell the difference
from the real thing, and the smile she wore was as fake as the leather on the ripped
chair.

“Please have a seat, Mr. Blake,” she said.

“Thank you, Miss Campbell.” Trevor sat and crossed his legs. “Just ignore me.” He
waved one hand.

“Dad, where’s Monica?”

Brian shrugged. “Still in bed. She walked in last night like nothing was wrong and
made herself a sandwich. Said she’d been with her boyfriend. I don’t know who he is
or what he does.” He blew out a breath.

Allie stalked down the hall, her arms swinging at her sides like a cadet on parade.
“Monica, get your sorry ass out of bed. Hey, Brynn.” The house had thin walls and
he heard everything as if he were in the same room.

Brian shifted uncomfortably and scratched his chin. “Sorry you have to be here for
this, Mr. Blake.”

“No apologies necessary.”

Stomping down the hallway, a young girl with a mess of honey-colored hair and a long
T-shirt that barely covered her ass made her way to the living room. She pulled up
short when she saw him. “Who the hell are you?”

He stood and gave her his most charming smile. “I’m Trevor. You must be Monica. I’ve
heard so much about you.” He held out his hand.

The girl looked at it as if she didn’t know whether to shake it or slap it away, but
eventually took it in her own and did the former. “Hey.”

Allie stepped into the room with a young girl hovering behind her. She was a couple
years younger than the bitchy one and stared at him like he was a rare species she’d
found in the wild.

He turned the charming smile on the young girl with dark hair. She would be lovely
when she was a bit older. Not as lovely as Allie, but still very pretty. “And you’re
Brynn.”

She nodded and blushed.

“I’m Trevor. Wonderful, now we’re all acquainted.” He sat back down and graced them
all with a pleasant smile.

Allie glared at him, then turned to Brynn. “Can you make Mr. Blake some coffee?”

Brynn scampered off to the kitchen.

With a sigh, Allie pointed to the sofa. “Sit down, Mon.”

“You’re not the boss of me, Allison. I’m an adult, just like you.”

Trevor almost laughed. She sounded like a six-year-old in the schoolyard.

“You’re acting like a spoiled ten-year-old,” Allie said.

Brian perched on the sofa, his elbows resting on his knees. “Who is this boy you’ve
been dating, Monica?”

The girl shrugged and flopped on the sofa next to her father. The long T-shirt rode
up, giving a flash of purple-striped knickers underneath. Trevor noticed. Monica watched
him as she played with a strand of hair. “Like what you see?”

Trevor’s smile turned arctic. “Not particularly, no.”

That wiped the shit-eating grin off her face. Allie was spot-on, the girl was a brat.

“Answer Dad, Mon. Who is this guy? We know his name’s Brad. What’s his last name?”

Monica’s brows pulled together and she managed to look affronted that someone dared
to question her. “It’s none of your business. And I’m going to kick Brynn’s ass for
spying on me. God, I hate this family.”

Brian took a deep breath. “We’re all upset about losing your mom, but you’re screwing
up your life, sweetheart.”

Monica pressed her lips together and two angry-red patches dotted her cheeks. “I’m
sick of people saying that. I know what I’m doing.” She leapt to her feet. “It’s my
life. And it’s not because of Mom. It’s because I’m a woman who can make my own decisions.”

Allie gestured with one hand. “Bullshit. You’re a child who throws a temper tantrum
every time you don’t get your own way. And if you skip any more school, you’re not
going to graduate. Do you think Mom would be proud of you right now?”

“Fuck you, Allie. You’re not Mom. I was as close to her as you were, but you act like
you’re the only one she loved.” She ran out of the room and down the hall. She slammed
the door so hard, the whole house rattled, leaving the poorly painted landscape hanging
above the sofa at crooked angle.

There was a moment of silence.

“Well,” Trevor said, “she is a delight.”

Allie and Brian swiveled their heads and looked at him.

Allie wagged her finger. “Stay out of this.”

Brian shook his head. “I’m sure Mr. Blake is trying to be helpful.”

Trevor put on a grave expression. “I do apologize. Wouldn’t dream of intruding.”

Allie glowered and uttered “jackass” under her breath.

Brynn walked in with a clear, red plastic tray with three mugs. She set it on the
coffee table and handed Trevor a full cup. “Is black okay?” she asked. Her gaze lifted
as far as the knot in his tie.

“Lovely, thank you.”

Brynn nervously tucked a strand of hair behind one ear. “What’s going to happen now?”
He noticed she spoke to Allie, not Brian. Curious.

Allie sank down on the sofa. “It’s up to Dad.”

“I don’t know what the hell to do. God, I wish your mom were here.”

“I’m worried about Monica. She’s doing some really stupid shit, and this Brad guy
is trouble. Brynn thinks he’s in his mid-twenties.”

“What do you think, Al?” Brian asked. “Should I ban her from seeing this guy? And
what about school? I can’t force her to go.”

For some reason, Trevor found himself becoming angry. “You are the girl’s father.
Why is it Allison’s responsibility to make a decision?”

Allie stabbed him with a look, then turned back to Brian. “I’m not sure what to do,
Dad.”

Trevor took a sip of his coffee—and almost sputtered. Good God, that was dreadful.
He smiled at Brynn. “Excellent.”

She ducked her head, her skin a fiery red.

“Why isn’t the girl in school?” he asked.

Allie smiled at him. He was beginning to hate that phony smile. “First of all, it’s
Sunday, so no one’s in school.”

He shot her a look.

“Second, she’s still in high school.”

“But she’s been skipping a lot,” Brynn said.

Allie nodded. “She had a full ride to UNLV but decided not to take it.”

“What are her plans, then?”

They all shrugged their shoulders.

“I see. Well, it’s been lovely, but Allie and I have to go now.” With a smile, he
stood and held his hand out to her. She stared at it the way Monica had a few minutes
before.

“I’m going to walk Mr. Blake to his car, and I’ll be right back.” She set down her
cup and stood.