Chapter 7

Trevor became more frequent in Natalie's life than she imagined he would be. Their relationship that had once been purely business and the occasional flirting had advanced into one that involved late nights together in her trailer. He would usually leave right after sex, always having something to do, but occasionally when he was too inebriated to make it out the front door he would sleep in bed with her until the early hours of afternoon.

Trevor probably didn't know it or he most likely wouldn't stick around, but he was a cuddler in his sleep. Nat didn't particularly mind when she felt his muscled arm wrapped around her waist in the wee hours of the morning, in fact she enjoyed the comfort he gave her. He kept her warm during the chilly nights and she felt a lot safer when he was around, even the gun he had given her, now laying on her bedside table, didn't give her the same sense of protection.

She received a handgun from him the day after they had discussed her need for one. In the two weeks she had it she practiced every day during her free time, whether it was at the shooting range just two doors down from her at the local Ammunation or out in depths of the desert to shoot down a few empty cans and bottles. In her efforts Natalie found herself to be a fairly steady shot, hitting her target slightly more than she missed. She knew with further know-how she would be able to hold her own with her gun, though she often worried if a handgun was enough to protect her if The Lost decided to stop by for another visit.

Natalie had woken up rather earlier than she was used to to find Trevor had already woken up and gotten out of bed. She found him with his back turned to her, pulling his jeans up to fit back around his hips and then buckling his belt. He heard her stir in bed, turning back around to face her, giving her his usual look over before greeting her with a; "Morning."

She tossed the blanket off of her, stretching out her entire body in a cat like manner that was followed by a long yawn, she glanced over to him through half lidded eyes to find how intently he was watching the full view of her naked skin. A smile crept across her face and she rested her head in her hand, "Come back to bed." She cooed, not ready to face the day just yet and also wanting to see if sober morning sex with the great Trevor Philips was just as good as -if not better than- the clumsy night sex they often had.

He didn't speak for a moment, looking like he was seriously considering it, before shaking his head no, along with shaking away any intrusive thoughts that came with the sight of his naked business partner and bed mate, "I can't, I need to be in Vespucci before noon." He explained, pulling out a scratched up cell from from the pocket of his jeans.

She let out a long groan, falling back onto her back with her arms splayed above her head, "Do it later, I'm not done."

Trevor smirked, his phone in his hand as he typed away to someone idly, despite the small distraction, he looked incredibly tempted to ditch his clothes once more, "You looked pretty done last night when I had to carry you back to bed."

She smiled, shrugging a little and sitting up, knowing her current nudity was going to eventually get her what she wanted, but the brunette would rather have him sooner, so she continued, "I just had to take a power nap, I'm good now." She reached out to him with her good hand, speaking softly "Come back to bed, Trev."

He had only stared at her for a long moment, debating whether he actually could before he groaned, crawling back into bed and sitting in between her legs, grabbing her by her thighs and forcing her to lay again. She yelped in response, but the smile on her face only grew. He meanwhile had grabbed his phone again, glancing down at him and he scrolled through at her, "You're gonna have to tell him I'm not coming."

"Trust me, I'll make sure you come." She laughed at her own joke, calming back down after a moment, "Why do I have to call him? Michael?"

He pushed his phone into her hand, the number already dialed and ringing, the screen saying it was addressed to Michael, "Because-" He began, settling himself into a laying position between her legs, dragging her closer to him, "I'll be busy."

The brunette went wide eyed, reaching down to push him away but he shoved her hand back, "Wait- no, Trevor-" She interrupted herself with a moan she tried so desperately to hide as she felt a long lick go across her most sensitive area, but came loud and clear through the receiver just as Michael picked up his phone.

There was a silent pause on the other line, no doubt Michael dumbfounded by the greeting, "...Trevor?" He finally answered, she glanced down to see her partner grinning against her skin, knowing his best friend was on the other end.

Natalie went to hang up the phone, her face red with embarrassment. The older man pulled back for a second and gave her a hard look that made her stop, "Don't." He commanded, pulling her back against his mouth.

Her eyes rolled back into her head just as one of his fingers slipped inside of her. She bit hard onto her bottom lip to the point she made little indentations into her skin in hopes that she could suppress another moan. She saw him look back up at her again, then the phone, urging her to continue, which she did, "H-hey, uh.. M-Michael... it's Nata-" A shiver shook through her entire body when Trevor's tongue made contact with her clit. She sank farther into her bed, her free hand reaching down and gripping into his thinning hair.

"Is this a good time?" Michael sounded like he was in disbelief. Perhaps not on Trevor's part, this shenanigan was something very predictable. But the thought of a woman Mike had only ever met once being on the other line in the throws of a pleasure provided by his friend was something he hadn't planned to wake up to that day.

Natalie winced at his tone, her face a bright, cherry red by then. She looked down to see Trevor was watching her, which only made her all the more embarrassed. She moaned again when she felt another of his fingers slip inside of her, pumping in and out of her rhythmically. She spoke up again, trying so desperately to make it seem like nothing was happening, but all in vain, "Uhh.. yeah, um, Tre-Trevor is going to be a little... uh, late."

She could head him laughing through his disbelief, "You're kidding me right? Alright, sure." He hung up at that.

Natalie let out a large sigh in relief, tossing the phone onto the bed and covering her face to hide her humiliation. Trevor didn't stop when she hung up, but she was plenty able to feel his enjoyment on his face between her legs, "You asshole.." She groaned, running her hand through his hair only to tug him closer.

The room filled with her uninterrupted sighs and gasps of pure ecstasy as he worked his magic. Upon a momentary glance at him she noticed he was jerking himself off simply to the act of eating her out. She blushed, unable to help him as an orgasm began building within her. She rocked her hips up against his mouth, the sounds of her pleasure echoing through her home. Soon she was unable to contain herself, and she rocketed off into her own world, barely hearing or feeling when Trevor found his own release, effectively making a mess of the bedsheets.

She was panting, wiping the sweat off her brow during her comedown. She found him crawling up to her, giving a firm, sloppy kiss against the side of her neck, which she responded to with a warm, satisfied sigh. "You're fucking amazing.." She said in between heavy breaths, watching as he tucked his shaft away and laid down on his side beside her.

He closed his eyes momentarily, grinning, "Mmm, don't I know."

She smiled, reaching for a pack of cigarettes. He didn't like the habit, but found no will to protest for the time being. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" She teased, looking for her lighter until she gave up and swiped the one from his pocket.

He rolled onto his back, looking her over for a moment, still as appreciative of her looks as ever, "No. I'm not done with you yet."