Page 46 of Loving Trent
“Son,” Sonny says, breaking into my small spiral. Shawn looks over at his dad but says nothing. “I don’t know what is going on between you two, but what about everything happening with your businesses?” Sonny says, pulling out his phone, and he starts scrolling. “I’ve made a list of things that we could do?—”
“Dad,” Shawn says, waiting for Sonny to look up at him. “We can do both. But Trent and Harley come first.”
“No, Shawn. We have to figure out what is going on with—” I start until Shawn literally silences me by placing his hand over my mouth.
“We will, but this… Finding the people who hurt you. Hurt Harley. Who might be hurting other kids right now is more important than my things. I’m willing to allow whoever is stealing from me to take it all if that means I get you the justice you should have had years ago.”
I grimace against his palm and growl low in the back of my throat. I don’t like the idea of him putting his problems on the back burner for me. “How about Ryan and I look into whatever is going on with Shawn’s businesses while everyone else focuses on finding these… assholes.”
I remove Shawn’s hand from my mouth, but keep it in my hands. “Are you sure?” I ask Uncle Joey.
“We want to help any way we can,” Ryan says, looking at me before turning toward Sonny. “Would this Jackson guy like some help looking into the financial records you found? I was thinking that maybe there could be something there that could help us in finding out how they are affording everything. It can’t be cheap getting new documents all the time.”
Sonny scratches his jaw, thinking before he speaks. “That might be a good idea. I’ll run it by him and give him your contact information if you're positive you don’t mind helping.”
“We’re positive,” Uncle Joey says, slapping his thigh and then motioning for Ryan to stand up. “It’s been a long, emotional, and enlightening day. How about we call it a night for now, and then we will get started on everything in the morning?”
“Where are you guys staying?” I ask while standing up to meet them in the middle of the room.
“At the hotel in town, but we are actually looking for a place to buy or rent,” Ryan says, looking lovingly at Uncle Joey.
Uncle Joey must see the questions written all over my face because he says, “We will talk more tomorrow, okay.” He pulls me in for a hug, which I return, and I also give Ryan one before they leave.
Shawn walks Sonny out, leaving Harley and me behind. She wastes no time asking questions. “So, are you two together now?”
“I don’t know,” I say, heading into the kitchen. Nana left in the middle of all the chaos and went to the grocery store for us. I open the fridge and find everything I need to make breakfast. “Is breakfast for supper okay? Or do you want to get pizza?”
Harley laughs and says, “Nice avoidance there.”
“I’m not avoiding anything. I don’t know what we are, but I guess if he comes back in, that means?—”
The front door opens and shuts, gaining both of our attention. Shawn steps out of the hallway, and the pressure in my chest disappears. “What are you two staring at?”
“Nothing,” Harley and I say at the same time.
“So, I might have ordered a couple of pizzas while talking to Dad. They should be here in twenty minutes,” Shawn says, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes are slowly raking up and down my body. His gaze is hot and heavy, but goddamn, do I love it.
“Well… I’m going to…” Harley says, then turns around and takes off down the hallway.
I laugh and turn my gaze back to the contents of the fridge. “Want something to drink? Looks like someone brought beer, and there is?—”
The word tea dies on my lips when Shawn’s warm, big body blankets my back, and his arms wrap around me. “I’m thirsty, but not for anything you are going to find in there.”
God, the lust and need in his voice is like a shot of adrenaline in my veins. It shoots down my body and settles in my groin, turning my dick to steel. I back up into his hold, shut the door, and turn around. I don’t have a second to get another word out before his lips are pressed against mine. I open up for him instantly. His warm tongue tangles with mine, and the taste ofhim fills all my senses. Shawn presses his hips against mine, and his hardness presses deliciously against mine. The need to sink onto my knees and taste another part of him claws at my insides.
Shawn’s lips move over my jaw, nipping as he goes until he latches onto my neck right above my pulse point. The pressure of him sucking on that spot travels down my body, and I swear it wraps around my dick like a tight fist. “Fuck, baby,” I groan, pulling him in even closer by his hair.
A second later, he lets up and leans back away from me. His fingers come up and stroke over the now tender spot on the side of my neck. The black pupil in his eyes expand before my eyes, eating away at the dark forest green color. “Shit, you look even hotter with a hickey on your neck.”
“Shawn,” I say, my voice trembling like my body.
“Can I touch you?” The need drips off his question like the rain that starts pouring down outside.
My eyes roll, and I shudder. No one has ever asked me that question. “P… please, I feel like I’m going to die if you don’t.”
Shawn’s smile turns to a smirk as he tsks. “I can’t have that.” He steps closer, his hand going to the button on my jeans, and then undoes it. The sound of my zipper lowering sounds so loud to my own ears. My chest is heaving, my breathing labored, and my body is being consumed by fire. Shawn's big hand slowly pushes inside my boxers and wraps around my dick.
“Fuck,” I moan. I want to throw my head back, close my eyes, and just enjoy the feeling of him touching me, but I don’t want to miss anything. Thirteen-year-old me had dreams about this, and now that it’s a reality, I’m not wasting a second.
