Page 31 of Loving Trent
Did my angel have a little green in his eyes? I don’t think so. He might not be my angel, but damn, is he the captor of my entire body.
My eyes drop down to his body, and I have to bite back a groan. All the air gets sucked out of my lungs. Out of the entire room because I can’t seem to get any more. His chest is squeezed into a gray long-sleeved shirt that is molded to him. It looks like someone took a paintbrush and painted it on him. It’s so tight that I see his muscles ripple when he laughs again, and his nipples, which my mouth waters to taste, are visible through the tightness. Same thing with his jeans. The way they hug his nice, supple, thick thighs makes my whole body quake with need. The need to bury my face between them and feel them smackingagainst mine as he takes me from behind, flares to life, erasing every other feeling.
“Who are you?” A young, feminine voice pulls me out of my dirty thoughts. My attention switches from lusting after the stranger to embarrassment, and I focus on the teenage girl sitting in the middle of the floor.
“Oh, you’re finally awake,” Nana says, pushing out of the recliner in front of the windows. “Harley, let me introduce you to another one of my kids. This is Shawn. Shawn, this is Harley and this,” she points to the stranger on the couch, “is Trent, her cousin. They’re staying with me until their house is done.”
My body heats up, and I’m sure my face is beet red right now. My gaze might be on Nana, but I’m very much aware that Trent’s eyes are slowly raking up and down me right now. Why did I have to meet him with my face looking like this? “Nice to meet both of you,” I say, giving Harley a small smile. I risk a quick glance toward Trent, and when my gaze clashes with his, my stomach flips again. I quickly turn away from him and focus on Harley again. Holy hell, I’m wearing the wrong pants for this. Dropping down in the dining room seat is the only way to keep everyone from seeing what this stranger is doing to me.
“What happened to your face?” Harley asks as she points to her own face. That’s when I notice that she has a what looks to be a fading black eye. What the hell happened to this girl?
I twist the hem of my shirt and fight the heat slowly creeping up my chest toward my face. It’s a losing battle, and I hate that. “Um?—”
“Harley.” Trent’s deep voice blankets me, wrapping itself around every bone in my body and burrowing deep in my heart. My dick twitches, and I’m happy that everyone’s gaze is on him, not me. “Don’t ask Shawn about his story. If he feels like sharing with us, he will. Just like you.”
The way my name sounds coming out of his mouth almost makes me moan. That one time leaves me wanting to hear it many, many times for hours. I wonder what it would sound like, moaning while I’m on my knees for him, or maybe screaming while I’m deep inside his warm heat, pegging his prostate over and over again.
Harley’s eyes snap back to me, and I watch as they mist over. “I’m sorr?—”
I wave my hand at her and say, “Don’t worry about it.” Just the hint of tears in her eyes makes me want to scream at Trent to shut up, that Harley can ask me whatever she wants.
“Let me take those from you. Are you hungry?” Nana asks, stepping forward and taking the clothes out of my arms.
“Thank you, Nana. I’m not hungry right now. Maybe later,” I say, handing her the clothes that I’m not sure will ever smell good again. “To answer your question, Harley. I was attacked a couple of days ago.”
“Why?” She leans forward, forgetting about the open laptop in front of her.
“Because I’m gay, and a group of people took offense to it.”
Harley’s face falls, and her eyes fill with pain as if she knows what I went through personally. “Oh…” She starts wiggling side to side and playing with a string on her jeans. Then, all of a sudden, her movements stop; she straightens up, looks me dead in the eye, and says, “My parents sent me away when they found me kissing my best friend, who is a girl.”
My heart squeezes at hearing that the people who are supposed to love, cherish, and keep this young girl safe sent her away. “I’m so sorry that you had to deal with that. Is that how you ended up living with your cousin?” I can’t bring myself to say his name; it feels personal, and I don’t think I could keep the lust out of my voice.
The hurt in Harley’s eyes disappears as she looks over her shoulder at Trent. “Yeah, he saved me.”
“That’s good. So, what are you looking up?” I point to the laptop, hoping to get the conversation on something not so heavy.
Harley turns the laptop around. “Trying to figure out what’s better between public school and homeschooling. I could get my GED, but I really want to go back to school.”
I lean forward and ignore the ache in my side. “Well, which one are you leaning toward?”
Harley taps her finger against her lip for a couple of seconds. “Public school, I think. I don’t want to hide away from everyone, but I’m scared of being the new kid again. Before my parents sent me away, I had just started at a school.”
“Don’t let fear hold you back from doing something you want to do,” Nana says, coming out of the kitchen where the laundry is. Even though she is giving advice to Harley, I also listen to her words and let them sink in. The tightness that pulls at my chest and the lump that forms in my throat chills me to my core. Letting my best friend see me break is one thing, but having Trent see me crumble is something I won’t ever come back from.
“I think I’m going to head outside for some fresh air,” I say, standing up and ignoring the four sets of eyes on me. For the first time, I notice Maria sitting on the couch next to Trent. Her eyes ask me silently if I’m alright. With a slight nod, I lower my gaze to the floor, try to dislodge that damn lump, and head toward the front door.
I’m instantly greeted with cold, crisp fall air, which makes goosebumps rise on my skin. The nights are getting colder as the weeks pass, but not cold enough for my liking. Winter and Fall are my favorite time of year. But the way snow blankets everything, muffling all the noise and erasing the ugliness from the world, makes me happy. Sadly, we don’t get much snow here.Two years ago, a snowstorm blanketed the area with snow for days on end. It was beautiful and magical, to say the least. As I sit down on the top step and stare at the night sky, I find myself searching for a shooting star. I’ve always been the kid to wish on shooting stars or the first one that came out, and I could so use a wish right now.
The front door opens behind me, and the porch groans under the weight of whoever just stepped out. I don’t need to turn around to know who it is because the moment his eyes land on me, my body heats. “Nana thought you might need a jacket,” Trent says before he lays something over my shoulders.
I grab the material and feel leather under my hands. When I slip my arms through it, I know it’s his. Not only is it too big for me, but it smells like I figure he would—woodsy, clean, and masculine. “Thanks.”
“Mind if I sit?”
I shake my head and scoot over to give him room. It’s a small space, so when he sits down, our sides are pressed against each other, and a shiver runs through my body—one not caused by the cold air around us. “So, how do you know Nana?”
“I met her through Leon and Jenna. How are you holding up after everything that happened?”
