Chapter 28

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Okay so when I was writing the part after she got out of the shower, I was listening to Often by The Weekend and wanted to attach it to the chapter, but I couldn't find it. So if you want on your own, listen to it while reading after that part, it'll make it all the more interesting. Thanks, and enjoy my kiddies <3

"Colten," I warn. I'm silently praying that he won't tell Trevor about what really happened on Friday. I know the truth will come out eventually, I'm not that naive, but I want to keep it hidden for a little while longer.

I've just started getting things back on track with Trevor, yet I still have a huge mistake to worry about. I somehow got myself into this mess, and I'll have to get my self out.

"What?" He smiles innocently, he's trying to act like he doesn't know what I'm talking about. Anybody with eyes could see that he's obviously been planning this.

"What is he talking about, Nikki?" Trevor asks with furrowed eyebrows. Oh god. All I can see in my mind is the devastated look he'll have once he finds out the truth.

"Yeah, Nikki what were you really doing on Friday?" Colten smirks. What did I ever see in him? Oh right...everything!

"Brittni and I went to the club with my brother, no biggie," I shrug like I didn't have sex with the guy standing in front of me after. "See Colten, I wasn't hiding anything. Let's go."

I lace my fingers with Trevor's and watch as Colten's face physically falls.

"Can we leave?" I ask Trevor once we get far enough away from Colten where he won't hear.

"Sure. Do you want to come back to my house?" I'm not exactly comfortable with going over to Trevor's house, yet. See, Colten's got me all guilty for what I did and I can't even hang out with my boyfriend without feeling like he's going to find out somehow.

"That would be great," I gratefully smile, even though on the inside I'm screaming at myself to just have him take me home.

I don't bother finding Brittni and telling her I'm leaving, I'll probably get interrupted again.

The ride to Trevor's house is silent, not at all awkward, and quick. The dark scenery passes by in a blur, and I'm surprised to know not even ten minutes later, we're pulling up in his driveway.

The November air is unforgiving as I hurry into Trevor's house.

"Do you want something to wear?" I'm a bit hesitant to wear Trevor's clothing, it's the guilt.

"Yeah, thanks," I smile at him, earning a smile in return. I follow Trevor up the stairs and into his clean bedroom with dark blue walls.

He hands me a pair of grey sweats that I have to roll up three times so they don't fall down, and a Lincoln Park Football hoodie, that is like my own personal heater.

Trevor is already in a pair of basketball shorts, and a t-shirt when I get back into his room. He's laying on his back, his head propped up on a pillow with one arm under his head, and the other one switching through the channels with the remote.

I bite my bottom lip and head over to the bed where I slip under the covers that smell of him. Colten smells better. My subconscious smirks at me.

"I heard that Mrs. Mathews invited you to Thanksgiving," I say to Trevor.

I didn't believe Jackson at first that she would invite him, but when I asked her about it the other day she told me that she indeed did. I wasn't mad at her, Mrs. Mathews has been amazing throughout these last two years, she knows Trevor and likes him.

My parents are also supposed to be flying in again Wednesday. I won't hold them to it though.

"Yeah, would you want me to come?" He asks and I stare at him in surprise. I guess I'm just so used to Colten saying yes to an invite before asking how I feel about it, that Trevor asking me is surprising.

"Of course, your welcome to come. I know how much Mrs. Mathews enjoys your company," I tease with a wink.

"Good, because I want to come," he smiles, a smile which I return. The only light illuminating the room is the small table lamp. I turn on my side and snuggle into Trevor's body, feeling the warmth that radiates off of it.

Maybe, things can work out the way I want them to.

•••
Trevor drops me off at my house early the next morning, the weather is unbearable with light snow and a negative windchill.

"I'll see you Thursday if not before," Trevor pecks my cheek and I nod.

My exposed ears immediately turn red from the harsh weather, so I hurriedly jog up to my front door with my dress in hand.

I'm glad Trevor let me wear his clothes home, I really didn't want to put on the dress again.

I breath a sigh of relief when I make it into the cozy warm house unscathed. I slip off the heels that go terribly with sweat pants, and pick them up to take to my room.

Out of nowhere Jackson is in front of me, his arms crossed over his chest and a deep scowl on his face.

Really? Does he always have to have that look on his face?

"Where have you been all night?" He asks, still scowling.

"Whose clothes are those?" A tired looking Colten walks into the entry way, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Oh my god," I throw my hands in the air. "I'm seventeen years old, I have a little freedom to do what I want?" I narrow my eyes at them in anger. I don't know why Colten is here, it only makes me more irritated.

"No, whose clothes are those?" Jackson asks Colten's question.

"Trevor's," I try not to smirk at them both. I hate that they think they can just intimidate me into telling them the truth, thinking I have a problem with it. I show them that they don't have that control over me when I say stuff like that.

"Trevor's?!" Jackson shouts, his face red with anger. He looks like an angry elf when he's mad.

"Yeah, that's where I was all night...Trevor's." The smirk appears on my face from his reaction.

I notice Colten glaring daggers, not at me, but the clothes. I don't really care what he thinks, though. I'm allowed to do what I want, sort of.

"Now I you'll excuse me, I will be heading upstairs." I walk around Jackson and his stunned expression.

I throw my shoes in my room and head to the bathroom to shower.

The warm water runs down my back, rinsing off all of my sins. The shampoo scrubs against the hair spray that I had put on last night, making me feel refreshed.

I turn off the water source and wrap my towel around my soaked body. I then take a shorter towel and wring my hair out in it, leaving my hair to air dry.

As I'm looking in the mirror, the door suddenly barges open with an angry looking Colten. Whoa.

"Excuse you!" I shriek and try to cover more of myself up.

"No use in trying, it's not like I haven't seen you naked before," he scoffs, closing the door behind him and locking it.

As much as I wish angry Colten didn't turn me on, I can't.

I gulp when he starts walking towards me, making my back hit the counter to the sink, both his hands on the smooth surface beside me.

"Isn't that right?" He questions, a smirk threatening to make an appearance on his lips. I've come to the conclusion that he's definitely BiPolar.

"What?" I ask, not understanding the question.

"That I have seen you naked before? Plenty of times actually, not only have I been able to witness your bare body, but being able to pleasure it as well," he states, then effortlessly lifts me onto the sink, his large hands pressing to the insides of my thighs and spreading them apart to stand in between.

"W-what are you doing?" I stammer, not in my right state of mind.

"Just let your body do the talking," he whispers huskily, his fingers sliding between my thighs, to my already wet core.

I can't help that I'm attracted to him, I can't help the fact that I still get aroused by him the second he touches me. I wish I could stop it, I really wish I could.

Colten's soft lips brush against my neck as he presses his chest against my towel clad body. My hands grip the edge of the counter top, refraining myself from running them through his hair.

A gasp falls from my lips as Colten's finger slides across one of my slīts, collecting the moisture.

"Your always so wet for me, baby," he coos in my ear, making a soft moan fall from my lips. I feel the tile from the counter scratching against the creases of my fingers here I hold on so tightly.

The next thing I know, my head falls back in pleasure, the feeling of not one, but two of Colten's fingers inside of me, takes over my every being.

I let go of the counter top and wrap my small hands around his broad shoulders.

His fingers begin to thrust in and out of me at a fast pace, his name falling from my lips.

The hand that isn't pleasuring me, undoes the knot holding the towel against my body, and lets its drop down my body.

I want to stop him, tell him that I love Trevor, but I don't.

"Your so sexy, Nik," he groans. "So sexy when you let me finger fuck you like this on the sink."

"Colten," I moan as he adds a third finger to the duo, circling his fingers inside of me.

His mouth attaches to my neck, leaving slobbery kisses along the way to my breasts, where he takes my very erect nipple into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the nub, nipping and sucking at it as well.

The pleasure in my stomach begins to build up, my walls clench around his fingers, begging for release.

"Come, baby, come undone from my fingers," he growls, that's all it takes for me to release, and enjoy the high that comes with it.

"See you later," he smirks. "Maybe next time you'll think before you wear his clothes around me."

With that he leaves me alone in the bathroom, feeling more regret.

I'm going to hell.
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