Page 77 of Loving Trent
“Better hold onto that table.” It’s the only warning I get before he replaces his fingers with his dick and pushes into me.
“Fuck.” I throw my head back as he seats himself fully inside me in one long stroke. It burns, but I’d kill him if he stopped now. My hands are gripping the table so hard that my knuckles turn white as he sets a hard and fast pace. That pain turns into white hot pleasure shooting through me. Trent’s hands on my hips, his lips pressed against my neck, his back sliding against mine, and his dick hitting my prostate sends not only pleasure through me but visions…
Trent standing in front of me in a white suit.
Him sliding a silver band on my finger right before I do the same.
Him holding a baby with my arms wrapped around him.
Us dancing together at Harley’s wedding.
Sitting out on a deck somewhere when we are old and gray.
As my dick swells and pulses my release without being touched, I shout out. “Marry me!” Trent must be lost in his own release because he doesn’t say anything while he unloads himself inside me. Stars explode behind my closed eye lids at the feeling of him marking me in the most primal of ways. I collapse against the table, trying to catch my breath, but I’m rudely pulled up and spun around.
“What did you just say to me?” Trent struggles to calm his breathing, like me.
Even though I have zero strength in my arms, I raise them and lay them across his shoulders. “Marry me. Right now.”
We didn’t get married. Trent calmly told me he would marry me instantly if Harley were there. Once I thought about it, it made all the sense in the world. What we did do was take a long bath in the amazing tub, where I might have sunk inside him, and then went ring shopping. Dad called to check in while we were out, and it was hard not to tell him what we were planning. But whatever Trent wanted, he was going to get, and he wanted Harley to be the first person we told. We purchased two rings and wore them as we went out to dinner, stopped at the spa the hotel offered, and made love again before passing out.
On the way home, we each took off the rings, hung them on matching necklaces around our necks, and started to plan our surprise wedding for February fourteenth, which was Trent’s idea. But one text message a week before our wedding flipped our world upside down for what felt like the millionth time.
Boe
I need you. I found Bec, but she was in a car accident and has now been placed into a medically induced coma. There’s more...
I’m a dad.
The sleep fog clouding my thinking disappears instantly, and I throw back the covers, racing out of bed to find some clothes. “What’s wrong?” Trent shoots up in bed, his eyes watching me as I run around our room.
I toss my phone at him, not wanting to waste time speaking, as I open the closet door and my hands snatch clothes off the hanger without much thought. With my back facing the room and my mind spinning in a million circles, I don’t hear him cross the room until he wraps me in his arms. “Breath, Baby Boy. Everything is going to be okay.” His hand covers mine, and he squeezes it. “I’ll pack what you need while you call Boe and find out where you need to go.” I nod and allow him to take the items from my hand.
Before I can reach my phone, it starts ringing, and I snatch it up, bringing it to my ear without looking at the screen. “Did you get a message, too?” Maria’s voice is frantic and thick with emotion.
“Yeah, I was just about to call him.” A sweater is tossed on the bed along with a pair of jeans. I pick them up and pull them on, thankful that Trent is here with me.
“I already did. He’s in Fort Morgan, Alabama, with Bec’s dad. Half of the family is there already.”
“That’s good that he has them, but he wants?—”
“Us. I know. Boe told me that a friend of Sonny’s is chartering a private flight for us. He is waiting for you at the smallairport the farmers use right outside of town. They have gotten clearance to fly here to get me, and then we’ll head down there.”
“It has to be Steve. He is the only one of my dad’s friends with a pilot’s license.” I’m spun around and pushed to sit down. Trent kneels in front of me, lifts each foot, and places my socks and shoes on me.
“I’ll take your word on it. I have to go, but I’ll see you soon.” Maria hangs up, and I drop the phone in my lap.
A packed bag sits to the right of Trent, and my heart fucking melts at the sight of it. I lean forward, push my hands through his hair, and kiss him. “Thank you,” I say after breaking the kiss.
“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Go kiss Harley, and I’ll get dressed.” I stand and walk into our daughter’s room, kissing her softly. Trent is waiting by the door, bag in hand, and I swear I fall more in love with this man.
Thirty-Nine
TRENT
I’ve spent so long chasing answers to my past that now they are within reach, I’m not sure how I’m going to make it. I’m not scared, but I’m not going to lie, everything is easier with Shawn beside me. But Boe needed him more. How was I supposed to know that Demon would finally get the lead we had been dying for? It’s been a week since I woke up to Shawn freaking out so badly that he was trying to pack my clothes. Not that I don’t love seeing him in them, but they’re too big for him. After getting him calmed down and to the small airport commonly used by farmers, I jumped headfirst back into my search.
Ending Nathan and Steven provided us some much-needed relief, but now it’s time to take out the people holding the sword over my head. I need the relief of knowing that they aren’t going to hurt another child. Harley needs that relief. Hell, we all do, because this has turned into a family affair.
