R. Mathewson - Perfection

When her brows arched up in surprise he knew this was going to be bad. Maybe he should have just kept his mouth shut and-

"And?" she asked.

"That's it," he said, frowning when her expression didn't morph into disgust or pity.

She rolled her eyes. "I already knew that," she said, scoffing as she went back to tracing shapes on his chest.

"You knew? How the hell did you know?" he demanded, wondering which bastard in his family had ratted his ass out.

"It wasn't too hard to figure out, Trevor," she murmured, looking totally enthralled with what she was doing.

"What the hell does that mean?" He'd been careful, very careful. He'd never read anything in front of her, never wrote anything more than his name or a word or two in her presence. There was no way she could have found out without one of his interfering relatives clueing her in. "Who the hell told you?"

Zoe rolled her eyes even as she leaned over to press a quick kiss on his lips, which made him slightly happy, but not enough to forget that he needed to kill one of his relatives.

"You never read anything around me. You think you tricked me into reading for you. Then there was the time we ran out of condoms and you flipped out because you thought there was supposed to be 42 condoms in the box of 24."

"Would it have killed them to put a few extra condoms in the box so that you could have seen to my needs?" he asked, remembering that damn night and trying not to wince. Okay, so maybe he gave himself away...just a little.

"The point is," she said, pressing another sweet kiss against his mouth. "Is that I'm not going to worry about it when there are more frightening things to think about."

"Like what?" he asked, biting back a groan when she continued to kiss a path along his jaw.

"How we're going to afford to feed another Bradford. We both might have to take second jobs," she said, tracing her tongue down his neck.

He dropped his head back, allowing her more access as her words sank in. "We? Does this mean you're going to marry me?" he asked even though he already decided she was marrying him no matter what. Informing her that they were getting married was just a courtesy since he couldn't think of one single Bradford that had ever proposed.

His Uncle Jared had simply told his Aunt Megan to meet him at the courthouse for lunch and when she showed up he had the Justice of the Peace ready to go and all the exits blocked. His cousin Jason simply told Haley they were getting married and just in case she tried to change her mind or make a run for it he'd married her two days later. His uncles and cousins had done pretty much the same thing and as far as he knew that's what all the men in his family had done for generations, so really she should at least appreciate the fact that he'd at least told her beforehand.

She really should be thanking him for his consideration.

"I'm thinking about it," she said against his neck and the only reason he wasn't pulling her over his lap and spanking her was because he could tell she was just teasing him, well, she damn well better be just teasing him.

"You are," he said, trying to sound smug when she was actually making him a little nervous.

"Uh huh, we can discuss this afterwards with a few other things," she said as she kissed and licked his neck as her greedy little hands slid over his chest and stomach.

"After what?" he asked, groaning long and heaving when her little fingers teased his nipples.

"After you fulfill your end of our arrangement," she said, slightly moaning and driving him out of his goddamn mind.

"Our arrangement is over," Trevor bit out, shifting his legs apart to make room in his now too tight boxer briefs.

"It's not over until we come up with a new arrangement and I have a few ideas about that, but we'll talk about that afterwards," she said, between kissing his neck and running her sneaky little hand between them to caress one of the most painful erections he'd ever had in his life.

"Huh?" he somehow managed to ask as he pushed her hair off her neck so he could return the favor for driving him out of his mind.

"After you fuck me of course," she said, making him smile with appreciation.

God, how he loved his demanding little tenant.

"I think I can manage that," Trevor said, rolling his hips into her grip and making Zoe lick her lips in appreciation. She really wasn't sure how she'd survived the last week without him. Five years without plain old sex was nothing in comparison to seven days of going without sex with Trevor and she just prayed that she never had to experience it again, because she was positive she wouldn't survive.

Of course she knew that if she truly wanted sex that all she had to do was yell his name and he would have come running, which was part of the problem. She needed a little space to make sure that this wasn't just about sex for either of them. Although she'd missed touching him and holding him she'd actually missed just being with him more.

She missed his smile, the way he glared at her when she teased him, the way he pouted when he ran out of food, and she even missed his bossiness. She just missed him and up until a few hours ago she hadn't been completely sure if he wanted her for just her or the arrangement, but after his little cute antics she knew that he loved her.

His attempts to see her were so sweet and entertaining. When her hot water suddenly stopped working, she almost called out to him, but then she heard him in his bathroom muttering to himself for her to hurry the hell up so he could turn the hot water tank back on before the pipes burst. So with a little pleased smile she sat back, curious to see what else he'd do.

When he snuck into her apartment to entice the dogs out with his underwear it had taken every ounce of strength she had not to laugh her ass off and pretend to be asleep, especially when the dogs managed to steal the underwear out of his hand and make a mad dash for it. For about five minutes she discretely watched as Trevor did his best to chase after the dogs without making much noise. She had to admit that for a man his size he did a pretty good job of quietly running after her dogs, except for the occasional curse that is. When he finally had the two dogs and shut the door behind him she had to bury her face in her pillow as she laughed until it hurt.

He was just so damn cute.

Her favorite moment of course was when he was outside jacking up her car while his cousins and uncles all stood along the sidewalk taking pictures and laughing their asses off at him. Except for the few times he'd flipped them off, he ignored them as he struggled with frozen nuts and bolts for almost two hours straight. Of course he probably would have finished a lot faster if his family hadn't thrown snow balls at him while he worked.

They really were an entertaining family.

Still she held out, curious to see what else he would do. When that something else was shutting off her heat she gave in and came over, even more curious to see how far he would take things.

Except once he had her where he wanted her he left her alone. She couldn't even begin to describe how disappointed she'd been when he didn't join her in the bathtub. An hour later, disappointed and wrinkly, she climbed into bed waiting for him to join her there. She'd really been looking forward to falling asleep in his arms, but the jerk never showed up so she decided that maybe it was her turn to make a move.

"But we're going to do it my way," Trevor announced just before he took her mouth in a quick, too quick, passionate kiss.

"What's this now?" she asked in a daze.

"I said we're doing this my way. While I work, you'll talk," he said, grabbing the hem of her oversized tee-shirt and yanked it up and off her in a matter of seconds, leaving her completely nude. Trevor's rough sound of approval sent shivers of anticipation throughout her body.

"Talk?" She watched as he devoured her body with his eyes and she was thankful that the room was dim enough to make her feel comfortable.

"Uh huh," he said, pulling her forward. "You tell me all about this new arrangement while I make up for seven days, sweetheart."

She opened her mouth to answer, but the only thing that came out was a loud strangled moan as Trevor closed his lips around one of her taut nipples and sucked, hard. She had to grab onto his shoulders and hold on before she fell over.

He wanted her to talk? Now? He really couldn't be serious.

"W-we can talk later," she suggested, hoping he'd do that little thing with his teeth and tongue that she loved.

He did.

But then he pulled back and she nearly whimpered.

"I think," he said, leaning forward again and running the flat of his tongue over her nipple, "that this is the perfect time for you to tell me just what you had in mind."

"But later would be better," she said, sounding a little desperate and not really giving a damn. The man had a gifted mouth and she was more than willing to let him use that gift on her.

"I think now is perfect," he murmured, tracing a line with his tongue from one nipple to the other. He traced around the nipple that practically begged for his attention before he drew it into his mouth and sucked.

"Now?" she choked out.

"Get talking, woman," he said around her nipple.

"About?" she asked hazily.

He chuckled around her nipple before he flicked it with his tongue and pulled back. "This new arrangement of yours," he reminded her.