Page 63 of Loving Trent
SHAWN
I don’t want to break the bubble that we are in or the high that I’m riding right now after having my ass filled by Trent. But I really need to come to a decision about what to do. This decision affects us all. I meant it when I said I wasn’t going anywhere, but I still have a decision to make. My life is here with Trent and Harley. In the two weeks that we’ve been together, everything inside me has shifted. The workaholic has disappeared, and I’ve found myself loving the mundane things in life.
Don’t get me wrong, I still want to work, but I look forward to doing all the things my exes wanted me to do with them. Going grocery shopping, cooking dinner together, watching movies late into the night, and multiple nights of hanging out with friends and families. With Trent, I’m the one craving these things, and he is more than happy to give them to me.
Trent finally pushes off me, and I hate how empty I feel when he slips out of my ass. His eyes rake over me but settle on my face. “Did I hurt?—”
God, I love this man. Sitting up, I cup his face and say for what I hope is the last time, “No, Baby. You didn’t hurt me. You could never hurt me, emotionally, physically, or sexually.”
His cheeks start turning red, and he looks over my shoulder. “And it was good…” He swallows, grimaces, and continues. “It was good for you?”
Oh, my fucking heart hurts for this man. I rest my forehead against his and wrap my arms around his neck. “It was fucking perfect.” I’ve been with a handful of men before, but sex has never felt like that before. I wanted him to go deeper. I wanted him to infuse himself with me and never let go. It was more than an act brought on by the need for a release. “I love you so much, Trent, and any time with you is going to blow my fucking mind.”
“I love you, too.” His breath skates over my lips as the feeling of being complete settles deep inside me. His love is like a living entity as it eats up all worry and self-doubt left behind by the men who hurt me. I never want to live without it… I’m not sure I can.
Hating that I have to do this, I cage the butterflies in my stomach and say, “But we do still need to have that talk.”
After a quick shower that felt like fucking torture we get dressed and settle at the kitchen table. Trent takes a breath, reaches across the table to grab my hand, and says, “Okay, lay it on me.”
“I’ve decided to keep the apartment building, but I’ve put an ad in the paper and online for the third-floor apartment. I’m also looking for a building manager to oversee the day-to-day problems that might come up.”
Trent’s eyes brighten, and a small smile forms on his handsome face. “Okay.”
“I’ve spoken to one of the managers at the gym, Garrett. He has made an offer to buy it. It will be a rent-to-own type of deal. He has been with me since I opened it and has told me on multiple occasions that it was his dream to own a gym. I would love for you to look over the contract and make sure that I didn’tmiss anything.” All of this was easy to decide. Choosing Trent and Harley was always going to win in the end.
Trent’s smile grows, his shoulders lower, and my heart skips a beat at the sight. “I can do that.”
I laugh softly and get to the hard decision. “I’ve also got an offer for the restaurant, but I’m not sure if I should take it.”
“Why not?” Trent asks instantly and leans forward.
“I didn’t tell you last night, but Maria went over last month’s accounts, and someone took another two grand.” Bracing myself for his reply, I squeeze his hands, hoping that he doesn’t lose his cool. Even though I told Trent that we are putting my issues on the back burner, he hasn’t fully let it go. He’s worried about me losing everything, but none of that matters to me. Not with Tom and Sandy still out there somewhere, breathing.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
With clear determination, I say, “Because I knew you would insist on pushing it to the top of our list of things to handle, and I think it shouldn’t be there.”
He lets out a low growl, and I can’t help but smile. It might be sick of me, but it turns me on every time he does that. “That’s because what is happening at your business is happening right now. As far as we can tell, Tom and Sandy haven’t opened a new camp, so yes, it can be worked on in the background while we focus on this.”
“We don’t know that for sure. Maybe they have learned from their mistakes and are keeping the kids even more isolated,” I say, giving voice to the worries eating away at me. Something isn’t sitting right with me, and I’m scared that wherever those evil people are, there is hell being rained down on innocent children.
“Baby Boy, what is happening to you is just as impo?—”
My eyes narrow, and whatever Trent sees in them has him losing some of his fight. “Goddamn it, no, it isn’t. I have thisfeeling,” I grip my shirt over my stomach and continue. “Right here. Whatever is happening with Tom and Sandy isn’t good, and if we don’t find them, someone will be hurt in the worst way ever.”
He is up and out of his chair, wrapping me in his arms. “Okay, Baby boy. Shhh, it’s all going to be okay.”
I wish I could believe him, but I can’t. All night last night, I had nightmares of kids screaming out for help and not being able to find them. Sometimes it was Shawn’s voice, and then it would morph into Harley’s. I woke up screaming with tears streaming down my face. The sound of the front door opening pulls us out of our little bubble. “I’m telling you. Your dad doesn’t like me.”
Trent’s hold on me tightens, and he growls low in my ear. It’s just what I needed to push the thoughts of those nightmares away. “Fucking Andie Wright.”
“Andie, I’m telling you… Shawn!” Harley screams.
Trent lets me go, and I turn around as Harley comes around the corner and rushes to me. “Hi, Firecracker,” I say, pulling her into a hug. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too,” she says, rubbing her cheek against my chest. “I’m so glad you're home. Now, maybe Dad will stop growling at Andie. Please tell him that Dad doesn’t hate him.”
I look over her shoulder and find the gangly, pimpled-faced boy who is a thorn in Trent’s side standing in the archway, looking at Harley with a dopey grin on his face. “Hi Andie, how are you?”
