Jaci Burton - Straddling the Line

He knew why, when Liz came downstairs a little while later with Genevieve. Many of the women surrounded her and the baby. And really, Genevieve was kind of hard to resist. At almost two months old, the infant was cute as hell with a full head of red hair just like her mom’s, and her cute chubby cheeks.

She sure was loud, though, crying when anyone but Gavin or Liz tried to hold her. Liz apologized, but shrugged and took the baby and held her. The baby eventually quieted, and they left early.

It must suck having a kid. Something he never intended to do, anyway, so he’d never have to worry about those sleepless nights Gavin was always telling him about.

Haven came over. “Did you get a chance to see the baby?”

“Yeah. She’s cute.”

“She’s adorable. Liz said she’s going to hate when she has to go back to work soon.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet. Though maybe she’ll get some rest then,” he teased.

Haven laughed. “I doubt she’ll rest. She’ll probably worry about the baby the whole time. And I can’t imagine with all the travel she has to do how she’s going to deal with leaving Genevieve. Though she said her mother-in-law has offered to watch her, so I’m sure that’s going to give her some peace of mind.”

“That’s good.”

“Are you having a good time?”

“I am. How about you? I saw you spending a lot of time with Alicia and Liz.”

Her lips curved into a smile. “I did. We had a nice conversation.”

“About?”

“Work. And . . . stuff.”

He arched a brow. “What kind of stuff?”

“Oh, just some stuff about you. And me. And you and me.”

“Really. Care to share?”

“Maybe later. I’m a little hungry right now. How about we grab some food?”

“Sounds like a good idea.” He led her into the dining room, where food was spread out across the table. They grabbed plates and filled up, then found a spot outside. It was a cool night, but there was a fire pit and heaters set up.

They took seats next to Garrett, who was seated with Alicia and a couple of other guys from the team.

“How’s it going, Haven?” Garrett asked.

“Good. You and Alicia have a beautiful home. Thank you for inviting us here tonight.”

“We’re so glad you came,” Alicia said. “Liz and I had fun talking with you. We hope you heed our advice.”

Haven tilted her head and smiled. “I’ll definitely give it some thought.”

“What advice is that?” Trevor asked.

“I’ll tell you later.”

“Girl talk,” Garrett said. “It’s always a mystery. Whenever Alicia gets together with the Riley women, it’s like an hours-long chat fest. They spend a whole day together, doing the lunch or dinner thing. It’s like I’ve lost my woman.”

Alicia patted the side of his face. “Awww, poor baby. You know I like my girl time. Besides, we all have to get together to complain about you guys. It’s like free therapy.”

“Come on. We’re not that bad,” Garrett said.

“Of course you’re not.” Alicia grinned at Haven.

Trevor laughed. “I’m glad I’m not a Riley. This sounds like torture.”

“Oh, but didn’t Haven tell you? We’ve officially adopted her into the women clan. She’s going shopping with all of us next week. And then out to dinner. So we can indoctrinate her into our cult.”

Trevor cast a glance at Haven. “You are?”

Haven looked just as surprised. “I am?”

“You are. I just decided. You’re saying yes, aren’t you?”

“I . . . yes.”

“Good,” Alicia said. “I’ll call you with details.”

Trevor liked the smile on Haven’s face. It’d be good for her to make some friends out here, rather than hanging out with him all the time. And he liked Alicia and Liz.

After they visited a while longer, they said their thanks and left.

“Do you have a game tomorrow?” Haven asked when they got in the car.

“No. It’s an off day.”

“I see.”

“Why?”

“Just asking.”

“Did you want to spend some time on the interview?”

“Yes.”

He got the idea there was something else on her mind besides just scheduling interview time tomorrow. “What else, Haven?”

She half turned to face him. “There’s nothing else. Just work.”

Somehow, he knew there’d been more. She’d gone quiet, as if she were thinking hard about something.

They were both silent for the rest of the drive. Once they were inside, Haven started toward her wing of the house.

“I’m heading up to bed,” she said, hardly looking at him. “See you in the morning, Trevor.”

“Haven.”

She stopped. Looked up at him. “Yes?”

“Is there something you want to talk about?”

She paused for a few seconds before answering. “Not tonight. See you in the morning, Trevor.”

He stood at the entryway, watching her. “Okay.”

He could have pressed it with her, could have poured her a drink and they could have gone outside. Maybe he could have drawn out of her what she was so pensive about.

But he didn’t want to push, and they had time. So he’d let it go.

But he sure as hell wanted to know what was on her mind.

HAVEN WENT UPSTAIRS AND CLOSED HER DOOR, THEN got ready for bed.

Though she didn’t know why. She was restless and not at all tired, still keyed up after the party—after the conversation she’d had with Alicia and Liz about Trevor.

She sat in bed and turned on the television, then immediately turned it back off.

She wandered to the window, staring out over the sky. Her gaze was drawn to the pool area. She could take a swim. The pool was heated. There was a hot tub down there, too. Maybe she’d pour a glass of wine and sit in the hot tub. That would relax her a little and then she might be able to sleep.

But then she caught sight of Trevor, beer in hand, coming outside to take a seat on one of the chaises. He sat away from the deck, near the pool house storage area. She could barely see him, so she shifted to the far window to get a better view.

She should mind her own damn business and quit peeping out the window like a damn stalker. He probably just wanted some alone time to think.

But for some reason, she couldn’t walk away from the window. She could go down there and have a drink with him, but being near him was disconcerting, and her thoughts about him were confusing enough at the moment. It was best to just—

Just what? Hang out here and observe from the window?

She was a moron. A moron who wasn’t moving away from the window.

For the longest time, he didn’t move at all. He’d set his beer down on the table next to him.

Maybe he was sleeping. And she shouldn’t be watching him.

She started to turn away, except right then he moved his hand between his legs. Frozen in place, she couldn’t seem to move when he grabbed what had to be his cock. Even though he touched himself over his shorts, her body instantly tightened. Her nipples beaded against her thin tank top and she reached up to cup her breast, using her fingers to strum across her nipples.

When Trevor slid his hand inside his shorts, her breathing quickened.

Was he really going to do that outside? Where anyone could see him? Where she could see him? Though she supposed no one else could watch. He was secluded, the chaise in the shadows against the wall of the deck. The only one watching was her, and nothing could tear her away from the glorious sight of his hand moving inside his shorts.

She pulled her tank top down, exposing her breasts, rubbing over her nipples with abandon, wishing she could feel Trevor’s large, rough hands on her skin. Her pussy quivered, and she slid her hands over her sex, massaging the ache, feeling the wetness that had seeped through.

She needed sex. It had been too long, and the sight of a hot, supermasculine man like Trevor getting himself off turned her on in the worst way. Or maybe the best way, because she quivered everywhere.

She tucked her hand inside her panties, reveling in the dampness of her sex. She felt swollen, achy, and so ready for a mind-blowing orgasm that she hovered on the brink of marching downstairs and climbing on top of Trevor’s cock, demanding he be the one to give it to her.

But that would be reckless, and if there was one thing Haven wasn’t, it was reckless. Which was too bad, because Trevor had pulled his shorts down, taking out what looked to be one magnificent cock. If she were brave enough—which she wasn’t—she’d sneak downstairs and spy on him through the back door, where she could get a better look. As it was, she’d have to make do from up here, where the light from the moon gave her only glimpses of the way he masterfully stroked his cock with rhythmic up-and-down motions, causing her to rub her pussy back and forth, tuck two fingers inside and use the heel of her hand against her clit until she was so ready to burst she had to pull back.

She’d come when he came. And she’d try not to scream when she did, because she could already feel her vaginal wall tightening around her fingers.

When his strokes turned faster, so did hers. And when he tilted his head back, she could swear he was looking right up at her room. She almost ducked back into the shadows, but she was too far gone, and by now she didn’t care. Let him see. Let him come up here and finish the job by plunging his cock inside her.

But then she noticed his eyes were closed, his hips pumping up as his hand worked his cock in a beautiful, twisting motion at the same time her fingers dove into her pussy.

“Take me there, Trevor,” she whispered, perspiring as she feverishly worked her clit and pussy. “Make me come—hard.”