Dawn by McKayla Box

Chapter 25

Someone is knocking at my window.

Or maybe I’m dreaming.

It’s the middle of the night and I’m burrowed beneath my sheets and comforter. I don’t remember what time I fell asleep, but it must’ve been awhile ago, given how much trouble I’m having opening my eyes.

I keep my eyes shut and listen for the tapping sound.

Nothing.

I must’ve been dreaming.

Tap tap tap.

Or not.

I roll over and look at the red glowing lights on the alarm clock on my nightstand. It’s three in the morning.

Tap tap tap.

I push the covers off of me and throw my legs over the side of my bed and squint at the window. The curtains are pulled, though, and I can’t see anything. I stand up and walk over to the window, trying to see beyond the curtains. I hear the tapping one more time before I manage to pull one of the curtains to the side.

Trevor is standing outside, staring at me through the glass.

I lift the window up. “What are you doing?”

He laughs. “I’m back. I texted you but you didn’t respond. So I thought I’d come by and tell you face to face.”

I rub my eyes. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Can I come in?”

“To the house?”

“Or just your room,” he says. Then he holds up the window screen I didn’t even realize was missing. “I got this off, but couldn’t get the window open from out here.”

“You would’ve scared the shit out of me. Are you drunk?”

“Stone-cold sober,” he says. “Can I come in?”

I nod and step back from the window. He takes a step back then launches himself up to the window. He gets his elbows onto the sill and then shimmies his way into the window frame before crawling through and tumbling to my floor.

I laugh and close the window behind him. “You’re insane.”

He rolls over and sits up. “I just wanted you to know I made it back and everything is good. I know you were worried.”

I sit down next to him and run my hand through his hair. “Thank you. Really.”

He nods. “I didn’t know if you’d be up worrying.” He gestures at my head. “By the looks of your hair, though, you had no issues.”

I swat at his arm and he laughs.

I shush him. “Quiet. My dad is home.”

“I would hope so. Is he a heavy sleeper?”

“Like a corpse,” I tell him. “You need a crane and a cannon to wake him up once he’s out.”

“Would he be pissed if he knew I was here?”

I think for a moment. “Probably not, but he would definitely have some questions.”

“Alright,” he says. “I’ll be quiet then.”

I grab his hand. “Everything went…okay?”

He nods. “Like clockwork. No problems.”

I think about following him from his house and down to the marina. I feel a little guilty about it and for a moment, consider telling him that I saw him.

“A few more nights and we should be good,” he says.

And the moment passes.

“I don’t like that,” I tell him.

“I know you don’t,” he says, squeezing my hand. “That’s why I’m here. In the middle of the night. Creeping in your window. So you can see that I’m back and I’m fine. I’ll come over each night after we’re done, if you want. You don’t have to worry, Pres.”

“Easier said than done.”

“I know,” he says. “I know I’m asking a lot. I really do.” He offers a small smile. “But I’m here and I’m okay and I’m with you.” He leans forward and brushes his lips against mine. “I’m with you.”

I know it shouldn’t be that easy, but it really is.

Just hearing him say those things to me and showing up at my window in the middle of the night and kissing me like that just makes me love him more than ever. I don’t know how I’ve been away from him for so long. I’ve missed him so much it hurts.

I push him onto his back and slide on top of him.

“I thought you said your dad was home,” he whispers in my ear.

“He is,” I whisper back. “Are you saying you don’t want to?”

He answers by gliding his hands over my ass and pulling me down into him. He’s already rock hard and I grind my hips against his.

I bite his ear. “Are you?”

He grunts as his hands slide up from my ass and under my tank top. His hands are warm against my skin as he cups my breasts. I wrap an arm underneath his head as he pushes my tank top up and his mouth makes contact with my skin. I bit my lip hard to keep from moaning as he sucks hard on me. I lock his head against my body and keep grinding my hips against his.

I maneuver my free hand in between our bodies until I find him and brush my hand between his legs. I find the button, then the zipper, and slide my hand inside of his shorts, wrapping my fingers around his cock. He stiffens against me and his teeth graze my nipple. I bury my face in his neck and moan into him.

I pull away from him and slide down his body before he can stop me, taking all of him in my mouth without giving him a second to think about it. His hand grips the back of my head and another grabs at the carpeting. I pull his shorts and boxers off as I move my mouth up and down on him, teasing him with my tongue. His hand tightens in my hair.

I reach down and push off my shorts and underwear, take my mouth of him, and slide back up him as he gasps. I reach down for his cock, lift up, and come down on top of him, biting my tongue again as he fills me up. I rock my hips against his for a few seconds, my hands firmly on his chest, trying to get control of my breathing, and doing my best not to scream.

His hands snake around to my ass again and he lifts up into me.

Jesus.

I collapse down on top of him, my mouth smothering his as we move together. He’s got one hand on my ass and one hand in my hair. I’m holding his face as we rock back and forth.

I move my mouth to his ear.

“Just fuck me,” I whisper. “As hard as you can.”

He grunts and his fingers dig into my ass. He pulls slightly on my hair and every inch of me is electrified. He drives his dick up into me and I hold onto him as tightly as I can as he thrusts into me, over and over. The heat comes over me like water through a broken dam, washing through, suffocating me with pleasure. I bury my face in his neck again as he thrusts into me, then bites my shoulder. I feel him shudder inside of me and I grind my hips as hard as I can against his, matching him with each thrust, until we both slow down and everything is still again.

His hand strokes my hair as I lay on top of him. “I didn’t come here for this.”

“I know.”

“But now I might start showing up in the middle of the night if this is how you’re going to greet me.”

I dig my nails into his chest and he laughs. I kiss his neck and nuzzle him. “Don’t take it for granted.”

“Never,” he says. “Not ever.”

I lay my hand on his chest again, listening to his heart beat, loving the feeling of his arms wrapped around me, his breath hot against my hair.

I hope he’s telling me the truth.