Page 8 of Valentine's Day Treasure

Her belly squirmed and Trevor grinned, feeling the young in there turning somersaults.

“Erm,” Ella said, cupping her belly and squirming—then she sat straight up in bed, threw off the blankets, and quickly headed for the bathroom saying, “Gotta pee.”

She wore one of Trevor’s t-shirts and it barely covered the curves of her ass, pleasing Trevor into a grin and a growl. She looked hot as hell, her long black hair flowing midway down her back and her legs on full display.

“Sexy ass,” he called after her as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Trevor relaxed onto his pillow and resisted the urge to check his phone. It wasn’t making any noise and he wasn’t going to ruin that miracle by looking at it.

Ella returned quickly, smiled sweetly at him, then immediately dove under the blankets and pulled her pillow over her head. Trevor lifted the blanket and scooted closer to her, joining her under her pillow.

“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured into her ear, kissing it lightly, breathing deeply of her sweet scent.

“Cold,” she said, tucking her cold hands and feet under his body. He moved so she could get farther under him, and then he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close as possible, warming her with his body. They lay that way for several moments. Just when Trevor wondered if Ella had fallen asleep, she spoke.

“The wind stopped.”

“Yeah.”

“The generator’s on.”

“Since three in the morning.”

Ella pulled her hands and feet out from under Trevor, then she turned over so her back was to him. She scootched back and wiggled her ass against his front. His cock went instantly hard. He spooned her, tucking her into his body, his arms around her. She reached back with one hand and pulled him closer.

“Mmmmm,” he hummed, kissing down her neck, then running her hair through his hands. “You tempt me.”

Her hand slipped between them grasping for him through his boxers. She held him like a flashlight.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“Valentine’s Day present.”

She gripped him tighter for a second, then let go and sat straight up in the bed, making him groan and her pillow go flying.

“Valentine’s Day! I almost forgot,” Ella said.

Trevor raised up on one elbow, grinning at his female. “Not me.”

She shook her head and her black hair flew. One hand crept unconsciously to her belly while the other waved toward the window. “No, I mean, I didn’t really forget, but with all the worry about the storm, I forgot it was today.”

“Not me,” Trevor said again, grabbing her around the waist and hips and pulling her closer. He nipped at her thigh playfully.

“Think we’ll still go to dinner?”

Trevor looked out the window again, then back at his mate. “Maybe not, especially if it keeps snowing and the power stays out.”

She nodded like she expected that. They’d had plans to go to a fancy restaurant for Valentine’s Day dinner with Graeme, Heather, Wade, and Lorna, but yesterday, during the Civil Defense briefing, she’d whispered to him that a foot of snow overnight meant everybody would close their doors. She hadn’t been upset, just commenting.

“But you’re not cooking,” Trevor said. “I’ll cook if we can’t go anywhere.”

Ella smiled at him. “Mmm, tacos.”

He grinned. It was his go-to meal. “I could go for something good to eat,” he said, no longer talking about dinner.

He moved in close to her and kissed her collarbone. She put her head back, giving him access, then ran her fingers through his hair. When he checked her expression, it was challenging. He growled and nipped her again, thinking,It’s go time. He sat up and whipped his shirt off and flung it away, then resumed his position with his arms around her and his face pressed up against her thigh. She put her fingers back in his hair, then ran her hands lightly down his back. Trevor pulled her down to the bed, yanked the covers over the top of them, and pressed his body down on top of her. Her scent deepened and sweetened, and he took a deep breath, losing himself in it.

She pulled him in close, rubbing against him, then she yanked her shirt off and threw it to the side. He went for her neck, kissing her shoulder line, while the blankets tented over the top of them, surrounding them in their own private cocoon. He kissed across her shoulders, then down her arm, to her hand and fingers, nibbling on them. Then he headed back to her shoulders, and down to her breasts, brushing her black hair out of the way, growling lightly at the sight of her nipples. Ella arched her back, pushing her breasts into his face.

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