Xavier
felt the smile on his face take on a different quality, and
understanding of where his daughter was venturing. “All right,” he told her.
“I’ve got some research to do for a special project,” he
said evenly as he stepped back and start to close the door.
Just before the latch clicked, he said loudly enough for them
to hear, “I’ll lock the front door on my way out.”
He didn’t pause for any reason.
He turned off the television on his way to the front door.
Walking thoughtfully down the hall, he knew that all he’d
ever know of what happened in Siren’s room would be what his
imagination created, but it didn’t matter.
As the elevator doors opened before him, he stepped inside, and
only because he was alone, knowing that Lothos heard him, he murmured
softly, “Be gentle, Mr. Conroy. Be gentle.”
PART
ONE
Trevor’s pulse quickened, desire beginning to run hotly
through his veins as he listened to Siren and Xavier talking.
He watched, even more surprised, as Xavier left the room.
Suddenly, the very air in the room was charged with a sexual
tension that was almost tangible as he gently let his hand slide up
higher under Siren’s shirt, and with a single easy move released the
catch of her bra. He felt
her quiver, but she didn’t pull away.
In fact, she slightly turned to face him.
“You’re sure?” he asked softly, removing his hand from
her back, bringing it up to cup her cheek, tracing her lips with one
finger.
Siren leaned down and lightly kissed his lips in response.
Leaning back away from him, she ran her hand down his chest
letting until it rested on his abdomen, then watched her fingers trace
a slow circle there. Looking
back up into his eyes, her fingers continuing to trace lightly, she
simply said, “Without a doubt.”
She knew that she was taking a chance on something that would
change her for the rest of her life, but as long as it was with the
man beside her, she didn’t care.
Hearing her words, Trevor’s desire broke free.
Sliding his arms behind her waist, turning her toward him, he
plundered her mouth with a thirst that only her lips could satisfy.
Gently, but persistently, his tongue gained entrance and he
explored the warmth of her mouth.
Then, breaking the kiss, he carefully laid her down beside him
and reached for the buttons on her shirt.
But before the first button was undone, there was something
else to be done first, and he got off the bed.
Though her cheeks stained a darker red, Siren never looked away
as Trevor shed his clothes before returning to her side.
Again, he reached for the top button of her shirt then paused
when her hand covered his.
Siren removed his hands from the shirt and slowly got up from
the bed and then turned to face him.
Meeting his eyes, she slowly began to unbutton the shirt in
front of him. Once the
last button was undone, she let the flannel shirt fall to the floor as
well as her bra with it. Seeing him blink at her, she shed her
underwear then approached the bed once again without hesitation and
lay down beside him. She
took a slow steady breath then cupped his cheek and told him softly,
“I want to be with you. Only
you, Trevor.”
Trevor knew that there was no need to rush anything now, and he
gave her all his attention, rubbing his cheek lightly against her
hand. To her confession,
he turned his face slightly and touched a kiss to her palm.
“You can’t know how much I’ve wanted to hear you say
that,” he told her softly as he moved a hand to her waist then
caressed lightly up to cup one of her breasts.
Then before she could say a word, even before Siren could catch
her breath, Trevor leaned slightly over her and lowered his head to
delicately flick the tip of his tongue against her nipple.
Hearing her gasp, and feeling the quiver that ran through her
body as she seemed to arch up toward him, told him just how eager and
wanting she was.
“Oh God,” she gasped softly as her hands came to Trevor’s
head, running her fingers through his hair.
She couldn’t control the low moan that escaped deep within
her throat. “Oooh
Trevor,” she whimpered. Slowly,
her hands moved from his head to his back, her fingernails trailing
down his back as far as she could go and back up again tracing small
circles upward toward his neck.
The
feel of Siren running her fingers through his hair, gently holding his
head as he licked and suckled her breasts, learning the taste of her
skin, the satiny smoothness of it just making him want to taste more
of it, enticed Trevor. The
exquisite delicate pain of her fingernails drawing urgently as far
down his back as she could reach...it all urged him to move even
faster.
“Ohhh, God,” Trevor paused to whisper against the sweet
valley between her breasts. “God,
I want you.” He wanted
to experience her body. He
wanted to teach her how just the slightest touch could be almost as
exciting as that for which he knew they both were so eager.
Siren was excited at just his words.
She looked down at him and said breathlessly, “I’m yours,
Trevor. Only you.”
She reached down and cupped his head for him to look up at her,
then drew him up to kiss him hungrily.
Her tongue explored his while her hand moved back down his
back, her hand resting lightly on his hip.
When his hand came up her side, it ignited the fire inside of
Siren, and she lightly gasped at the feel of his hands on her.
Trevor’s own need guided him and he gently rolled Siren onto
her back even as he held her close in his arms, his mouth hard and
demanding on hers. Feeling her body tremble when he moved one hand down to
caress her abdomen, he pulled back from her lips only far enough to
whisper reassuringly, “I’ll be gentle.” Her whimper against his
lips, and the way after only a second of hesitation, he felt her shift
her hips, told him that she was ready.
Slowly, he slipped his hand lower, and kissed her firmly as he
cradled the soft warmth between her legs.
Siren moaned deep within her throat.
Moving her head away from his lips, she again ran heated kisses
down his jaw, to his neck and licked at his neck.
“Oh God,” she whimpered softly as she kissed his neck
feeling his fingers exploring parts of her body not known to any
man… and as far as she was concerned… were only going to be known
to him. As she licked and
kissed her way back up toward his ear, she whispered, “Teach me…
teach me what you like.” When
he leaned back to look down at her, her breath caught in her throat
and she said, “I… want to give you… as much pleasure… as you
are giving me.” Siren
then trembled and gasped as Trevor began to teach her how a simple
kiss and a soft breath could enhance desire.
For
several minutes, after shifting his position, Trevor touched light
kisses over her breasts, down over her belly, pausing to breathe
softly on each kiss. Hearing
her gasp, “Oh… my… God… don’t stop,” as he moved down to
her right thigh, he knew that she was so close that she almost had to
be in pain.
Siren lightly tossed her head from side to side, reveling in
the intensity of the moment, her hands groping at the sheets on either
side of her. Trevor was
driving her to a point that she had never been before and she was
finding it difficult to think as her body craved him.
Finally there was no more waiting for either of them.
This time, when Trevor moved, it was to be over her, to press
her legs wider. For a
moment, as he kneeled above her, Trevor saw a mixture of fear and
desire in her eyes. “There’s no turning back, Siren,” he told her plainly.
She didn’t look away, and with as much gentleness as possible
pressed into her, soothing her with kisses as her body accepted him.
Siren whimpered against his lips, her eyes opening in shock,
then just as suddenly squeezed her eyes shut.
She could feel him kissing her all over her face, hear soft
murmurings coming from him, but she wasn’t sure as her mind
concentrated on what was happening to her body.
Slowly, as his hands traveled up and down her body, his body
pressing hard against and into her, his kisses traveling along her
jaw, running down her neck and back up to her lips, all she could
focus on for a moment was the feel of their bodies joining.
Such a moment wasn’t meant to be rushed, and Trevor had no
intention of rushing Siren. He
wanted her to be relaxed with him; to be one with him for a moment,
just kissing her, letting her get used to the feel of him inside her.
Then slowly, gently he began to move inside her.
He wasn’t surprised at her awkwardness, but after a few
moments, her body began to almost effortlessly match his movements.
“That’s it,” he whispered against her ear when he felt
Siren’s body rise up slightly in response to his.
“Just relax and let it happen,” he told her softly.
It was only moments later when Siren’s breathing rapidly
increased as a warmth spread from the center of her being; seemingly
to take her up into an even higher level of need for the man on top of
her. “Oh… oh…
God… what…” she gasped as she felt something else building in
side of her. The sudden
rush of the feeling overwhelmed her and she moaned deep in her throat
feeling a passion, a hunger that she hadn’t known even know existed.
“That’s it,” Trevor panted in her ear when her gasps
became moans, and then the near shriek as Siren experienced the heat
and depth and height of her first orgasm.
No sooner had she fallen into hers before Trevor joined her in
the best of intimate feelings between a man and a woman.
Siren felt Trevor’s hands come up behind her head, hugging
her to him, holding her, placing heated kisses along her shoulder, up
her neck until his lips came back to hers for a sweet tender kiss.
Upon ending the kiss, he leaned back to look into her eyes.
She gazed deeply back. She
didn’t know what to say to this man who had just shared something so
intimate with her, but at the same time, it slowly dawned on her what
she had just done with him. She
had given him a piece of her that she would never be able to take back
again, but even as she gazed into his eyes, she found that she still
couldn’t come up with words to talk to him.
Slowly, she brought her hands up from behind his back and
brought his head down to her so that she could kiss him once more
before he slowly and reluctantly moved off of her.
“I…” she finally found her voice as she looked up at the
ceiling. “I… I’ll
be right back.” Before
he could stop her, she quickly got up and went to the bathroom.
She leaned back against the door and closed her eyes lowing her
head before she took a step forward and looked at herself in the
mirror. She wasn’t sure
what she expected to see; but the reflection that stared back at her
wasn’t any older than when she had looked at it this morning.
Glancing down at her body she saw the blood staining her
thighs. Getting a
washcloth, she cleaned herself up.
Once
done, Siren stood in the bathroom for a few more minutes before she
took a hesitant breath and opened the door of the bathroom.
She headed back toward the bedroom then stopped before she
entered the room. She looked in the room and saw him lying on the bed; his
hands behind his head again, a thoughtful expression on his face.
She put her hands on the doorway, leaned her head against her
hands and looked at him.
She started at his feet and let her gaze make its slow way up,
letting her eyes linger on his hips and saw that he was still somewhat
aroused. She blinked as
her eyes slowly moved up his rippled abdomen, to his chest, then gazed
at his handsome face. She
heard him say something softly, but even though she strained to hear
it, it escaped her. She
just stood there looking at him; wondering when he was going to see
her leaning against the door.
PART
TWO
Trevor
had been with other women before Siren, and he had enjoyed the
intimate moments he had shared with them.
But now, though the act was the same, there was something
different this time. Being
Siren’s first was, he was discovering, very important to him.
And when she gave herself to him, not only was she changed in a
way that she could never reclaim, so was he.
Siren’s
cries of passion as her body awakened to its desires, also a hunger
that he helped to satisfy, had etched themselves into his mind.
The heat of her body, her strength as her body matched his was
special to him.
Hearing
the sound of water come on and then the silence behind the door just
down the hall, gave him a pretty good idea of what she was doing.
And unexpectedly a feeling, a warm, calm feeling seemed to
flood slowly through him at that thought.
“God, Trevor, what have you done?” he murmured under his
breath as he lay back on the bed, putting his hands behind his head.
“What have you done?”
Closing his eyes, he saw in his mind’s eye Siren’s
expression in the moments just past.
He heard again her gasp and whimper of pain as she yielded to
him; he heard her moans and shriek of satisfaction.
“Thank you,” he whispered so softly under his breath that
he wasn’t sure it wasn’t just a thought.
Then he heard something, a sound, and he opened his eyes, his
gaze going automatically to the bedroom door.
Physically,
Siren didn't look any different.
Her body... her face... were flushed and there was a soft glow
of perspiration on her skin. But
her eyes.... her eyes were... a bit wiser, the look in those beautiful
orbs shining with a need that a few minutes ago she hadn't known
existed within her.
"Are you okay?" Trevor asked softly, shifting
slightly onto his side toward her, propping himself up on one elbow.
To her somewhat shy nod, he smiled at her.
"You were wonderful, love," he told her, a warmth
that he had never given to any other woman heating his voice. "And," he hungrily surveyed her from her eyes down
to her toes and up again. "I
want you, again... now. If
you want to."
Still she didn't move. At
least, not until he did the only thing that came to him.
Lying back down, he opened his arms, reaching them out toward
her. "Come to
me, Siren," Trevor said softly, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on
her face. "I need you," he whispered. "I want you. Only
you."
Siren stepped into the room and moved toward him slowly.
By the time that she made it to the bed, she had no idea what
just that simple walk might have meant to him.
Getting on the bed, she lay down beside him, letting him wrap
his arms around her again, her body pliantly molding against him.
From somewhere deep inside, she needed to make sure.
“Only me?” she questioned as she glanced up from his lips
to gaze into his eyes.
Trevor knew what she was asking with those two little words.
As he held her sweet warmth against him, he knew what his
answer was. He had
wondered many times about it and long before he even knew this woman
existed, but uncertainty of past musing and wonder vanished like fog
in the warmth of the sun as he looked deep into her eyes.
“Only you, Siren,” he answered quietly.
“From this moment on,” he told her, stroking one hand the
length of her back and up again.
“Only you.”
Hearing his answer, her body lightly arched against from his
light pressure of his hand. She
couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation but she quietly asked with a
bit of a giggle, “What about a little bit ago?” she looked up into
his eyes, her eyes sparkling. “Was I yours then? What
about two days ago?”
Trevor had to grin, a bit shame-faced at her question.
Liking the way Siren arched against him each time he stroked
his hand lightly over her back, he admitted, “You wouldn’t have
believed it in a thousand eons, but the first time I kissed you…
that’s when I started thinking of you as mine.”
He saw her tilt her head slightly, giving him an
‘oh-come-on’ look.
“Well,” he hesitated, reaching up to run his fingers
through her hair. “Maybe being called an ‘oaf’ might have triggered
something.” When Siren giggled again, Trevor held her tighter and
kissed her hard. Breaking
the kiss, he pressed her back against the pillows and lowered his head
to kiss her yet again. He
whispered warningly against her lips, “If you ever tell Allen that
bit about the ‘oaf’… I’ll get you for it!
And that’s a promise.”
Hearing the warning that he gave, Siren looked up at him with a
wicked grin as she let her fingers lightly run down his back and told
him, “Well, I want you to keep that promise… so I’ll have to
tell him now.” When he
growled at her, she traced her fingers back up his back liking how the
growl turned into a moan. “Well,
if you hadn’t told me not to tell…” she barely got out.
Her ‘cat in the cream’ grin was her downfall.
“Is that so?” Trevor demanded, letting his eyes speak over
his voice. “Just for
that… here’s your reward!”
Running one hand down her side, he started tickling her ribs,
soft little pokes with his fingers here and there.
And her pleading squeals of, “Oh no, Trevor!
No! Stop it! Please…
don’t!” just spurred him on.
By the time that he finally stopped, they were both laughing
like hyenas and tangled up in the sheets together.
But as they lay, more or less still, catching their breath, the
feeling of Siren warm and pliant beneath him, and the look in her eyes
as her laughter faded was all that Trevor needed to see.
Again, he took his time as he began kissing her lips and then
tasted every inch of her skin that he could put his lips to, and in
between each kiss he told her again and again, “Only you.
Only you.” Trevor couldn’t recall every whispered longing
but his body seemed to feed off of them, but this time it was Siren
who was more insistent.
As Trevor’s kisses came back to her lips, she wrapped her
arms around him and using her legs, turned him over to where she was
laying on him instead of vise versa.
Leaning back to look down at him, her hair hanging down on
either side of her face, she looked at him intensely.
“I don’t want anyone else but you, Trevor.
I...” She didn’t know if the timing was right or not, but
she wanted to tell him, let him know just how much she cared for
him… loved him. Instead,
she decided that she should show him.
Leaning down, she kissed his lips lightly, then let the kiss
build, becoming passionate, then ravenous; wanting to taste his sweet
tongue over and over again; wanting to taste his skin again; needing
him.
Siren’s boldness only strengthened Trevor’s want of her.
But instead of rushing, he lay back and let her have her way
with him, yielding to her kiss, their tongues darting and flicking
over and with each other. By
the sound of her breathing and the quickening beating of her heart, he
knew that her hunger was building, too.
When she broke the kiss, Trevor
brought his hands up, reaching gently within the veil of her hair to
cradle her face in his hands. Leaning
up, he kissed her urgently, plundering her mouth for a long moment.
Then easily, he slid his hands down her sides to her hips.
Siren’s eyes came to his, wonder in them until she knew that
he was guiding her body down.
As their bodies joined once more, her gasp was soft, but
instead of being a whimper of pain, it was more of a sigh as he
prepared to teach her more. When her quivering ceased, he slid his hands up her abdomen,
moving them up to cup her breasts, then pressed gently but firmly,
urging her to sit up.
“This time,” he told her, the heat of his want plain in his
voice. “I want to see
your face while we make love.” She blushed deeply and ducked her chin, but he told her,
“Don't be embarrassed, Siren. You're
a beautiful woman... my woman, and I want to see your face, see in
your eyes how our being together makes you feel."
Without Trevor saying or doing anything else, Siren
experimented herself with the newness of the position, surprised that
their joining hadn’t hurt like before, and concentrated on what was
happening about her. Her
eyes closed, her head tilted slightly to the side, she moved slightly
upward feeling a warm throbbing deep inside of her from Trevor before
moving back down again. The angle itself excited her more and she
gasped at the sensations that began to overwhelm her as she bit at her
bottom lip.
Trevor watched her lifting up only to sink down again,
encompassing him with an urgency that just seemed to continue to
increase and grow. He was
enjoying it; enjoying being in her, enjoying being beneath her.
When she experimented with slight shifts of her hips, Trevor
could only gasp, “Oh… my… God,” and grabbed her hips.
Closing his eyes, as waves of urgency built in his loins, he
matched Siren’s sensuous undulations.
From this position, Siren could see that she was the one in
charge of how fast the motion could be, and could control just about
everything. At the same
time, she discovered how much pleasure she could give to both of them.
She also noticed how any move that she made whatsoever
enthralled Trevor. She opened her eyes, glancing down at his face, watching the
expressions that mixed there.
Slowly, Siren leaned down, letting her fingers trail up his
abdomen, his chest before she caught his lips with hers, kissing him
ravenously with reckoned abandon.
“Oh God,” she murmured against his lips before she slowly
moved back down his chest, flicking her own tongue across his pecs.
“God what… oh geezus… don’t stop,” Trevor half
moaned, half gasped as she just kept the trail of fire moving over his
chest with her lips. It
was hard to catch his breath when she sat up again, but then he could
hardly draw a breath when Siren leaned back just that little bit more.
“God… help me… ohhh yes!
You feel so good.” Closing his eyes, his breath coming faster, all Trevor could
do was grab and claw the sheets, twisting them as Siren quickly
learned how the rising and lowering of her body was driving him to the
edge.
Siren watched Trevor, his eyes full of passion and his whispers
only thrilling her, making her want to give him as much pleasure as he
was giving to her. Again, she slightly rolled her hips watching him moan lowly
again, closing his eyes and she did the same.
Tilting her head, she slightly leaned back on Trevor’s hips
and arched her body toward him as his hands grabbed her thighs,
running them up to her hips, holding her there for a moment.
Her hands came to rest back on
his thighs for a brief moment before she rose up once more just
enjoying the sensation of their bodies as one.
A shiver of delight ran through her as she felt his hands
guiding her; almost gripping at her hips.
Trevor just whimpered under his breath, “Oh...yes.
Oh...yes."
Only when Siren seemed as breathless as he was, Trevor saw his
chance and rolled her onto her back once again.
To catch his breath, he began kissing her body.
She whimpered and moaned each time his lips touched her skin. The tip of his tongue teased her and increased her squirming.
When Siren tried to reach to put her arms around him to draw
him back up to her mouth again, Trevor gently but firmly pinned her
arms against the bed as he continued to kiss against the valley
between her breasts.
“This is my turn,” he whispered breathily against her skin.
“Trevor… please…” she pleaded, but it quickly turned to
a low moan when he licked his way down to her navel, sucking and
probing softly with the tip of his tongue.
She was eager and ready, almost ready to weep for the heat
burning in her belly when he moved over her again.
“You seem to be in need,” he teased her lightly, leaning
down to taste her lips, savoring their sweetness; however, his own
need was about to explode. With
maddening slowness he sucked on her lower lip then trailed kisses down
her neck and back up to her lips again. But that wasn’t what was
making Siren squirm and pant, even to go so far to lift her hips
slightly toward him.
“You need something?” he continued to tease her as he
reached down to lightly stroked between her legs.
“Yes! I need
you. I want you!”
Trevor laughed softly at her gasped words and continued to
stroke the warm cradle between her legs until even he couldn’t stand
the teasing anymore. The passion raging inside of him drove him to enter her
again, and this time there was no pause for gentleness. Quick, hard thrusts that she eagerly matched soon brought
both of them to the precipice of physical pleasure.
Her breathy panting, “Ohh… God, what you… do to me,”
was the spur to his own need. In
that moment when the fire in his loins raged out of control, he thrust
hard into her and went still. It
was the best moment, the one special moment of intimacy with Siren
that he would remember for the rest of his life.
Clinging to her as their bodies trembled, he couldn’t speak
to tell her how incredible she was, so he began kissing her shoulders
lightly, softly.
“I love you,” were the first words to cross his lips when
enough air finally allowed words to escape.
“I love you, Siren. I
love you.” Those were the only words that his mind seemed willing to
allow to escape. Finally,
he lifted his head enough to look at her lovely face.
Just before he claimed her lips in a long, slow kiss, he told
her yet again, “Only you, my darling.
Only you.”
Siren couldn’t believe the words that he had just told her,
not once, but three times in a row.
She didn’t know what to say back to him and before she got a
chance to tell him anything, he leaned down and kissed her softly,
slowly and longingly. She
savored the kiss he gave and knew that she’d never forget this day.
She finally turned her head away from him trying ever so
slightly to catch her breath and told him lightly, “I love you,
too.”
The
couple continued to kiss each other lovingly for a few minutes then
Trevor reluctantly moved off of Siren and lay down beside her.
Turning his head, he pressed his lips to her right shoulder,
tracing his finger down her arm.
Siren
was content and she smiled at him with everything inside of her then
turned her head to the clock on the bedside table; she couldn’t
believe what time it was. “Oh
God, Trevor, it’s… it’s seven fifteen. Didn’t you say that we were supposed to meet your mom at
seven thirty?”
Trevor’s eyes closed. ‘What a way to end a romantic
interlude… with thoughts of facing my mother for being late to
dinner!’ Trevor thought. “Oh
geezum,” he muttered. All
thoughts of the wonderful time he’d spent in Siren’s arms and what
they had shared fading like mist in sunshine, as he rolled off the bed
and headed for the bathroom.
“What are you doing?”
Trevor paused long enough to tell her with a knowing look in
his eyes, one that made her blush as he said, “I am not walking
through this complex with the aroma of our lovemaking floating around
me on my way to my place to get changed.
And if you think I'd walk into my parents' home ... like
this.... you got another think coming, baby love."
Siren giggled at that.
“Okay,” he told her, “I’ll shower then you do the same
while I get back to my place to change."
“May I join you?” Siren questioned softly under her breath
as he moved away.
Trevor shook his head, as he kept moving toward the bathroom.
“No. We’ll
never get to dinner if you join me in the shower.”
Siren
smiled at the response that she got and watched as he headed toward
the bathroom door.
PART THREE
Trevor had dated other girls, spent time with them, even spent
nights making love with them. There
had also been a number of times he’d showered at the girl’s place
the morning after, usually with her, before leaving.
But each time, he’d left to go back to his own quarters and
duties and there weren’t any serious emotional ties.
Not that there weren’t two of three who hadn’t wanted the
relationship to deepen. But
now, when Siren pulled him into her arms as he came out of the
bathroom, his skin still slightly damp and a towel slung around his
hips, it felt easy, natural, like it was supposed to be this way.
Like she was the one he’d been subconsciously waiting for all
his life. And when she
wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him… ‘God!’
He felt the heat of her lips all the way to the tip of his
toes. ‘You’re the
one,’ he thought as she slowly broke the kiss, opening his eyes
to watch her face for that instant before she looked up at him.
‘If this isn’t love, then whatever it is, I don’t want
out of it,’ he continued to muse silently to himself.
At least, until Siren pulled the towel from his hips and
smacked his butt playfully as she informed him that the towel was
hers.
"Okay, it's your towel," he grinned at her.
"Mind if I use it?"
“See you in a few minutes, Dimples,” Siren said with a
grin as she saw the dimple at his hip as he walked toward the bed.
When
he stopped and turned his head to her his mouth agape, “What did you
just call me?”
In
response, Siren just laughed as she closed the door to take her
shower.
“Great,” he
muttered under his breath, as he pulled on his jeans and fastened them
then yanked his tee shirt over his head.
“Just what I don’t need for Allen or Ron…” he closed
his eyes and sighed deeply, shaking his head at the thought of the
ragging his younger brother would give him about it.
“… to find out, that I now own the pet name of
‘Dimples’.” Grabbing his shoes and socks, Trevor went to the bathroom
door and opened it.
"Hey..."
he said a bit loudly to be heard over the water. "It’s seven twenty-one; I'll be back in about six
minutes," he said a bit loudly.
"And remember, this is just dinner with my family, not a
gala at the Ritz."
He didn’t wait for a response. Shutting the bathroom door, he
tore out of Xavier's quarters at a dead run, socks and shoes in hand. Once back in his quarters, it took Trevor all of four minutes
to get a quick shave and then change into light tan slacks and a soft
yellow short-sleeved pullover. Putting
on clean socks and a pair of casual loafers, he ducked into the
bathroom, combed his hair, slapped on a touch of cologne and was out
the door... and ran smack into Allen. He must have been over his
tirade about the party, because the gleam in his eye and the grin
spreading across his face as he looked Trevor over and got a whiff of
his cologne, told Trevor that he was about to get ribbed unmercifully.
And he was too, at least as far as the elevator.
Hitting the call button, Trevor told Allen, “When this
punishment’s over, pal o’ mine, you can put me on a spit and roast
me, but right now…” he hit the button for the fourth level where
Xavier’s quarters were, “… if I’m not back with Siren in about
a minute and a half, my ass is gonna be grass and I really don't want
to think of who might turn out to be the lawnmower!" Trevor gave
him a cocky salute as the doors closed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
While
still in the bathroom, Siren pulled out her hairdryer after hearing
that she’d not going to meet a duchess, just Trevor’s mother, and
she chuckled and remembered that first impressions were very
important. So, out came
the hairdryer and she began to blow dry her hair.
She knew that she only had a few minutes, so she did the best
that she could. Pursing
her lips, she wondered what to do with the mop of hair on her head and
finally decided that putting some of it up and leaving some to touch
her shoulders was the best bet. A
quick slap of mascara and eye makeup and she was out of the bathroom
to put on a dress.
Putting on underwear and a strapless bra, she slipped the dress
over her body and looked at herself in the mirror and grinned.
She loved how the dress fit her body; loose but still fitting
close enough to cling too just the right curves.
She ran her hand along the silk before she moved to her closet
and slid on her dark blue shoes.
Grabbing the mask, she headed toward the living room and took a
deep breath before she opened the door.
She was just stopping out of her front door and turned to see
Trevor coming out of the elevator and she couldn’t help but smile at
him as she saw him. She
lightly ran her eyes over his outfit and ‘damn’ if he didn’t
look good in everything… and nothing.
"God,
you are so beautiful," Trevor told her softly as she hurried
toward him, his mind totally off the subject of his mother chastising
him for being late for dinner.
Siren
lightly blushed and only then saw Allen standing behind him. Clearing her throat, her smile faded. “Thank you, Trevor. Allen.”
Allen
couldn’t believe what he heard Trevor say when he stepped out of the
elevator to see Siren. What
had happened in the hours since last night? But as he looked between
the two of them, he already knew.
“Evening, Siren. Going
out on a night on the town?”
Siren licked her lips and looked at Allen.
“Yes, Allen. So
to speak. I’m going to
dinner with Trevor at his parents’ place.”
Siren linked her arm with Trevor and felt the burning sensation
of his arm on her own. And
she looked up at him and couldn’t help but smile.
“Are you ready to go, Dim…” she didn’t even get the
word out of her mouth before Trevor put his hand over her mouth.
Trevor’s eyes grew big at the beginning of the word.
‘Thank God for quick
reflexes, because otherwise Allen would be glued to my back, or at
least circling like an annoying satellite with my new nickname pouring
out of his mouth like a record with a stuck needle,’ he thought
to himself.
Giving Siren a mildly pleading yet warning glance Trevor slowly
removed his hand from her mouth.
"Come on," he said with a smile. "We're two
minutes late as it is. When it hits five, the inquisition starts when the front door
opens." Sliding his
arm from hers, he put it behind her waist and guided her into the
elevator. But when Allen
made a move to join in, Trevor gave him a grin he had seen before and
gave him a light push against his chest.
"This car's full," Trevor told him.
"I'm sure there'll be another along any minute.
Only when the elevator doors closed did he relax. "One
rule, please?" Trevor said turning to Siren.
"The nickname is only between us.
Deal?"
Siren tsked at his rule. “Oh,
now, Trevor. I mean
Dimples, come on. It’s
so cute.” She leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips as her hand
came around to his behind to where the dimples were hidden under his
clothes. “They are so
cute.”
"That may be, but that doesn't mean I want to go through
the gauntlet from hell from every guy I know calling me Dimples.
Besides, if I wanted everyone to know, I go around without my
pants." To that
Trevor got a look that said she was not to thrilled about that idea.
"What's the matter?" Trevor teased as the elevator
came to a stop on the sixth level. "Jealous of the idea of other
girls admiring my dimples?"
Ron had been standing outside of the elevator when it came to a
halt and he heard Trevor’s voice over the din and heard his last
words. Ron frowned.
Siren shook her head softly as she stood back from Trevor as
the doors opened up. “Not
particularly.” But when she saw a young man standing in the hallway,
she most definitely could see the family resemblance.
He had Trevor’s chin and his eyes.
That had to be his younger brother.
She lightly smiled at him as they stepped out of the elevator.
“Mom is already starting the freaking inquisition on me
because you aren't here yet. Thanks
a lot Trevor," Ron said with a quirky grin.
Trevor shot his brother a grin back.
“What can I say? Pawns are expendable.
Better that a snotty younger brother be roasted at the stake
than the heir apparent.”
Trevor noticed Ron’s quick but thorough stock of Siren. Ron was a bit like Allen; he loved the ladies and figured
that he was a prize for any one of them that looked his way.
"Who's
your friend?" he asked letting his eyes lightly scan her
features... and the mask... why a mask?
“To
answer your question,” he said in a tone that got his brother’s
attention back in a hurry. “This
is Siren. And…”
Trevor paused. ‘Oh well, might as well get started with it all right off the bat,’
he thought. “She’s…
my girl,” he said the words aloud for the first time, “And she’s
also co-partner in punishment at the moment.”
“Where
do I sign up for punishment like that?!” Ron questioned back with a
grin.
Trevor
punched him brotherly on the shoulder.
“Trust me, kid,” Trevor ragged him.
“You don’t want to know.”
A cleared throat from down the hall caused all three to turn
and look.
Siren was more than embarrassed.
She was a bit awe struck as well.
She hadn’t expected Trevor to say that she was his girl, or
mention any of their punishment, but when she saw an attractive older
woman stick her head out of the door and clear her throat, she elbowed
Trevor quickly in the side to get his attention.
“I believe that someone is waiting for us.”
“Right,” Trevor whispered softly back as he guided her
toward his mother. As
always, he noticed that Ron was tagging behind.
“Hi, mom,” he said with a smile and moved to kiss her cheek
quickly. “Sorry we’re
late.”
Siren tried to ward off the problem before hand.
“It’s my fault, really,” she began.
“My hair wouldn’t work just right.”
She glanced up at Trevor and lightly fiddled with one of the
long tendrils hanging down and then turned to face the lovely woman
before her and waited for an introduction from Trevor.
"Uh...Mom
this Siren," Trevor said quickly by way of introductions.
"She's the new boss in Logistics."
Glancing at Siren, Trevor continued, "Siren, this is my
mother, Marion Conroy."
“As well as his girl,” Ron broke in giving his mom a grin
and elbowing Trevor in the arm.
Siren lightly blushed at Ron’s remark again not used to that
being said and held out her hand to Marion.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Mrs. Conroy,” she said
respectfully.
Marion glanced at her younger son when he made the comment
about this young woman being Trevor’s girl and quirked an eyebrow at
him. “Thank you, Ronald,” she told him with a smile he had
seen countless times as a boy. “I’m
sure Trevor would have gotten around to telling us that.” Turning back to the young woman, she took her hand, smiling
at her. “It’s a
pleasure to meet you. Siren…
is it?” When the young woman nodded, Marion stepped back and invited
her in and her sons followed.
Entering her home, Siren marveled at how Marion had decorated
the living room. It was
amply fixed up in an American Southwestern style and was cozy.
“I like what you’ve done here,” Siren said softly looking
around the room, her gaze slowly going to each little figurine, each
piece of furniture. “It’s
very nice, Mrs. Conroy.”
It
was then that an older gentleman, Trevor's father, walked out from the
way of the kitchen from the looks of it, and stood there for a moment
but Siren’s attention was transfixed on the pictures that she saw
across the room. Glancing
at Trevor, then back to the pictures, she finally ask, "Is that
you when you were younger or is that Ron?"
When Trevor looked at her oddly, she pointed to the higher
picture of a young man standing with a fishing pole holding a fish in
his hand. "That one.
Is that you?" Siren
grinned at him.
Glancing across the room at the picture Siren was interested
in, Trevor flashed a look at his father and smiled broadly.
‘She’s got confidence, I’ll say that for her,’
Lyle Conroy thought as he just watched the lovely young woman with
Trevor. When she asked
about the picture, Lyle caught his oldest son’s look.
“No,” he said conversationally, moving toward them.
“Actually, it’s me when I was a boy.”
A startled look that crossed her face and he couldn’t help
but grin. “You're not the first person to make that assumption."
While she was gathering her startled thoughts, Lyle offered her
his hand. "For the
sake of names, hello, I'm Lyle Conroy.
Father of these two young grizzlies, otherwise known as my
sons."
Siren grinned at the way Trevor introduced himself; it gave her
a chance to gather her thoughts and she couldn’t help but lightly
giggle. Grizzlies...
grizzlies with dimples. The
thought came to mind and she couldn’t help but smile broadly as she
looked at Trevor then back to his father.
She stuck out her hand and shook Lyle’s hand.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Grizzly. Oh... I mean, Mr. Conroy."
Lyle laughed delightedly at her slip of the tongue, his eyes
twinkling at her as he took her hand politely.
"Sometimes it took a father grizzly's attitude to ride
herd on these two in their wild and wooly days as boys."
Then he focused on her. "But
I must say that some of Marion's insistence on good manners and such
seemed to have benefited Trevor mightily."
Marion grinned at her husband’s interaction with the young
woman and made a sweeping motion with her hand toward the couches in
the living room. “Dinner’s
almost ready,” she said graciously.
“So, why don’t we sit down and talk for a few minutes?”
Trevor inwardly rolled his eyes.
‘Oh boy!
Here comes the inquisition!’
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