I’m convinced this bed is made of pure heaven. Clouds stuffed into a mattress made to offer me the best sleep ever. I snuggle even farther into the feathered comforter, swearing an army will have to rip me away if they ever want me to leave it.

I turn to my side and get the best visual. Trevor on his back, sleeping. His mouth slightly parted, the bedsheet resting just below his naval. And meow, does he look hot. I mentally high five myself for landing such a great guy. At first, it was just about sex. He’s a knockout looks wise and in bed, but last night at dinner, getting to actually know him with his clothes on, was pretty awesome. He’s smart and funny, and learning about his numbers issue was intriguing.

It was a mood killer for a quick second when he mentioned a snippet about his childhood. What kind of mother just abandons her own blood? It made me want to find her and kick her in her shitty crotch, but when he talked about the man who saved him, and then his partner Eric, I backed off on my secret plan. After that, the rest of the convo was light. Favorite music, food, dislikes—stupid shit to keep us from hitting any deeper topics, I’m sure. He seemed nervous when I tried to bring up anything heavier than my love for cereal and pop music. Then again, I was fine with it.

Man, I can stare at him all day. He’s seriously gorgeous. His lips—God, he has magical lips. They’re plump and soft. The things they can do. Lordie. I wonder how someone like him is still single.

I smile like a schoolgirl thinking about how amazing last night was, and where he explored. Definitely unchartered territory, but holy smokes, it had my orgasm hitting a whole new level. I’m not gonna lie, I did panic for two seconds thinking he was going to hit me with his large-and-in-charge dick, but after the little test drive, I’m curious to try the full course.

There’s a sudden blush to my cheeks at the thought of how to wake him up. He looks so peaceful, like it’s the first sleep he’s gotten in years. My body feels like complete mush, but sitting on his face would be worthwhile.

“I hear you giggling, what are you up to?”

His eyes slowly open. God, put eyes on the list of magical features. “I was just thinking of ideas on how to wake you up, but you looked so peaceful, I was starting to feel guilty for all the ways I was going to ruin that for you.” He turns to his side, no doubt offering me a fantastic view of his scrunched pecs. Yum.

“And what did you have in mind?” he asks, his voice still hoarse from sleep, and so, so sexy.

I smile like a little girl, embarrassed to put a voice to the ideas floating around in my head. They’re pretty naughty. I open my mouth to start with a PG-rated idea when his phone goes off. That damn thing has been going off all morning.

“Someone misses you. That’s like the fifth time it’s gone off.”

He turns, finding the clock on the nightstand. “Fuck.” He sits up, grabbing his phone.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” He scrolls through the missed calls. “I seemed to have slept is all.”

I laugh. “Is that a new thing?” I was under the impression all humans slept.

“Uh, yeah. I—I have trouble sleeping.” He continues to scroll, then puts his phone to his ear to listen to a voicemail. “Shit.”

“Are you in trouble? Did you need to go into work?”

He looks at me, gifting me that sly smile. “I'd be lying if I said Eric doesn't sound pissed. I missed the morning meeting for our new warehouse.” He drops his phone and tackles me. My back hits the mattress as his body covers mine. “But he can wait. I have more important things to take care of.” He brings his lips down on mine and offers me the best good morning kiss ever.

* * *

I throw my wrinkled summer dress back on, minus my underwear since they didn’t make it last night. Trevor hits the bathroom, telling me he’ll meet me in the kitchen. He claims to be a pretty good cook, so a breakfast of champions is in order. This I’m excited for since I’m starving.

I walk out into the foyer, enjoying how awesome the house is. It reminds me of this show I’m obsessed with on HGTV, Million Dollar Listing. I take out my phone and snap a few pictures to send to Katie. She would never believe the house I’m in. I take one of the chandelier, betting it’s real crystal and costs more than I’ll make in a lifetime, when the front door opens.

“Honey, that top looks great on you. Your boob job is healing nicely.”

I watch in confusion as two women barge into Trevor’s house. “Uh…hi, can I help you?” I ask, hoping they have the wrong house. Getting a better look, they do seem familiar. The two women Trevor had over the other morning.

“Oh, we’re here for Trevor. Are you renting one of his houses? They’re all great locations. The beach at night is lovely.” They walk past me and through the kitchen to the back deck.

And that’s why he’s single. Because he’s a playboy.

Idiot.

What was I thinking? You weren’t, dummy. You were just a lay. To each their own, I guess.

I decide to bypass breakfast. He seems like he’ll have his hands full. Walking out of his house and across the way, I unlock the door to my tiny shoebox of a home and slam it shut. What a prick. I wasn’t into him anyway. A dick is just a dick—

I jump at the sudden intrusion of my front door opening and turn to see Trevor barreling through. “Jesus, knock much?” I walk away, heading toward the kitchen.

“Why’d you leave?”

“Uh, seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously.” He’s right behind me.

“Dude, your gang bang arrived. Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression last night, but I’m not into that kinda shit.”

He stops me by grabbing my shoulder. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Trevor, it’s cool. I get it. We’re just fucking. Nothing else. I don’t care what else or who else you screw, but I’m not into orgies.” I don’t think. He looks confused. “The two women who came over? Bimbo Barbie and her little skipper?”

“Darlene?"

He even says her name like it’s no big deal. God, I’m so stupid. “Sure. But for real, I have stuff to do today. Burial for Herald…or Bill. So, if you don’t mind—”

“Lucy, Darlene's my ex-wife.”

Oh, this is news. “You were married?” Maybe something he could have mentioned.

“Was. Keyword.”

Great, so he’s banging his ex. Doesn’t help him any.

“Okay, well…great. Anything else?”

“Yeah, the other one is her girlfriend.”

Wait. Step back. “Girlfriend?”

“Yeah, as in lover. She’s a fucking dyke. Loves pussy now. Hence why we’re divorced.”

Gotta admit, I didn’t see that one coming. “Are you still—”

“Hung up on her? Fuck no. We’ve been divorced for five years now. And our marriage was done before that. She comes over with Kiki to use the beach. And I guess now is a good time to tell you we have a kid together.” Jesus! “Is that a problem for you?”

“So, you’re not having a gang bang with your ex and her lesbian lover?”

“Fuck no.”

“And you have a kid.”

“Yes.”

Not what I was expecting to hear. I mean, how’s that gotta feel being left for a chick? Ouch. And the kid thing? It shouldn’t shock me. He is old enough to have a child. And does it bother me? I guess not. As long as I don’t have to be its mommy. “No. I don’t see that as a problem.”

“Good. Anything else you want to hash out or ask me?”

Possibly who the woman was the other day. But that makes me seem like some jealous girlfriend. And I’m far from that. “Nope. All good.”

He grabs me by the waist, pulling me into him. “Good. Now, about breakfast.”

* * *

“Did you want to say a few words?” he asks, that sexy smile on his face.

I look away and down at the burial site. “You two were great lobsters. You brought so much joy to the world. You will be greatly missed.” Yeah, I said two. Poor Bill/Herald kicked it while I was gone. As Trevor took the two lobsters and dug a hole in the back of Gran’s house, I decided I wasn’t one to own pets.

Trevor places a kiss to the top of my head, no doubt laughing at me, and grabs my hand. “Now, let me get some food in you. I plan on working you really hard today. Gonna need those nutrients.”

Trevor takes the day off, and I feel pretty special since he admits it’s the first time he’s taken a day to himself since he’s opened the doors to Four Fathers. I want to high five myself for being so amazing, someone would break a pretty solid record of most consecutive days at work for me. I won’t deny I’m sure my excellent skills in the bedroom, kitchen, beach…uh, shed, have a thing or two to do with it, though.

Since I decline going back to his place to make a family breakfast with his ex, he suggests a small breakfast joint down the shore. The sun’s out and there’s barely a cloud in the sky. Trevor opted for no shoes, so I follow suit. He’s quiet on the walk over, but I’m totally cool with the silence. He’s lost himself in the peacefulness of the ocean, and I can see how. The sound of the waves is calming. We’re walking close enough, our bodies brush against one another. It feels intimate in a way, but then again, I could just be over analyzing it. But there’s no doubt his hand purposely grazes mine every few steps.

I stare off ahead, the brightness of the sun causing me to squint, when the guy from the other day comes into view. “Hey, I know that guy.”

“Who?” Trevor asks, looking ahead as my new friend approaches.

“I knew I recognized you,” I say, smiling at the guy I met at the seafood shop. “Jax, right?”

“That’s right. Good memory, Lucy.” Jax turns to Trevor. “Trevor.”

“Jax,” Trevor replies.

I quickly glance at Trevor, who’s lost his easy-going smile. “Wait, you two know each other?” I ask, shocked.

“Jax Wheeler is Eric’s neighbor,” he answers, not taking his eyes off Jax. I’m feeling a bit of a cock fight coming on, and it’s not because I’m all hot and fight worthy. It’s because Trevor reaches out and grabs my hand.

Well, if that’s not making a statement.

“What brings you out here? Bit out of the way for you,” Trevor asks, pulling me into him. I can’t help but smile at his clear attempt at claiming his territory. I look at Jax, awaiting his response, but he doesn’t look in a hurry to answer him. He’s staring, with that killer smile aimed directly at me. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit a small amount of heat swirls in my belly. He’s not nearly as hot as Trevor, but that smile? Yikes. A girl could find herself in trouble with him.

“Just enjoying the views.” Again, his eyes never leave mine.

The grip Trevor has on me tightens. As much as I’m enjoying this, the need to get this show on the road is more important. I’m hungry. For my man and some eggs benedict.

“Okay, well. Great running into you again. Trevor promised to fill me up on yummy food, amongst other things, so...we better get going.”

Jax’s smile doesn’t falter, but his eyes say otherwise. Trevor seems to be done with the small talk. He pulls me along, and I glance behind me, waving at Jax as a last-ditch effort to be polite.

“That wasn’t very—”

Startling me, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “I’m gonna fill you up, huh? Other things in mind besides breakfast?”

I start to laugh and squeal as his hand smacks across my butt cheek. “Nope, just breakfast. Sausage. Love me some big sausage lin—”

He smacks me again. “I’m pretty sure we don’t need to go to breakfast to get a sausage in your mouth.” He starts to turn around, and I laugh while trying to hang on upside down over his back.

“No! I need food. Real food. The sausage that’s not frowned upon when you bite it.” The sound of his own laughter does something to me. A slow burn that blows away heat brought on earlier by Jax. My stomach takes that opportunity to growl.

Still groping my butt, his voice deep with humor, amongst other things, he says, “Well then, let’s get some sausage in you.”

God, I’ve never craved sausage so much in my life.

* * *

Breakfast turns out to be amazing. Trevor orders an omelet and I get the eggs benedict. We share a plate of pancakes, and of course, he orders three large sides of sausage links. We eat them all, and I mess with him the entire time by putting them in my mouth and sucking. He tries taking me into the bathroom, threatening to put his dick in my mouth as a lesson, but the bathroom is out of order. We both kinda lost on that one.

After I’m stuffed to the hilt, Trevor takes me surfing. I’m super scared since I’m not a fan of the water, so he takes me into the equipment shed and fucks the nerves right out of me. Then he gets me on a board. And I surf! It was fucking awesome! We have lunch on the beach, and dinner around a bonfire at his place. The sun sets, and still, we chat about nothing, just enjoying one another.

I tell him how I used to work at a middle school in the music program before I came here, and how much I really enjoyed it. That’s when he tells me about his son, Kaden, who is almost twenty-one and in college. If he is anything like his dad, I’m sure he’s a great guy.

The night turns into another day of sightseeing, eating, and screwing like animals. Our days blend into one another until three pass. Trevor starts having not a single care in the world. He’s content and playful. And I really like that about him. He isn’t counting so much, which I maybe have something to do with, and he’s sleeping. He said before me, sleep wasn’t an easy task for him. We go four whole days just being in our own little bubble, until I start to see the stress back on his face. He receives numerous calls from work, which he excuses himself to take, and when he returns, he’s counting under his breath without acknowledging it. I call him out in the beginning, but notice it stresses him out more, so I stop.

On day five, he tells me he has to go into work for a bit and we’ll meet up later. I’m super bummed. I’ve been enjoying our days together, but hope maybe going into work and dealing with whatever he is avoiding will take some pressure off him.

I get the feeling his partner is a major prick. From the voicemails I can vaguely hear, he sounds super demanding. Like a boss more than a partner. It makes me instantly not like him, but Trevor vouches he’s a solid guy, so whatever.

Either way, I play it cool, saying no big deal, and allow him to walk me to my door before he leaves for work. Maybe I can use the day to search for a part time job to ensure I won’t starve for the remainder of the summer.

The only ringer is, when I step out onto my front porch to walk into town, Trevor’s car is still parked in his driveway. And oddly more, I catch a glimpse of a woman entering his house.