Page 36 of Loving Trent
“Y…yeah.”
With just a twitch, the button is undone, and he is lowering the zipper. My lips are dry from the constant stream of air being forced out of my open mouth. I lick them and trap the bottom one between my teeth. Once his pants are off, he kicks them away and stands there staring at me. He completely ignores the bulge that is testing the limits of his boxers, but I can’t. Instead of doing what I want to do to him, I pull back the covers as an invitation for him to join me. The moonlight is once again casting shadows over his body, and I want to turn on the lamp so I can see him better. But it feels like if I do that, the spell we’re under will be broken, and there is no way I’m risking that.
Trent slides under the sheets with me and raises his arm. “Come here.” I waste no time snuggling up to him, laying my head on his chest, throwing my arm around him, and my leg. All it takes is his arm coming down around me to melt the stress and worries away. “Will you tell me what is making you feel unsafe? I mean, I know about the attack, but is there more?”
I sigh and, for some reason, open up to him about everything that has happened. The fire, but I leave out the person who saved me. The break-in and the theft that is happening at my business, and then the attack. Trent never says anything while I talk on and on, but he constantly reassures me with his hands. One strokes up and down my back while the other rubs my outer thigh. The last thing I tell him is how Steven treated me, how all my exes treated me, and that’s when my voice breaks and the tears come.
“I don’t understand how I let it get that bad,” I whimper and turn my face into his chest.
“You trusted what they told you, and that’s not a bad thing. Plus, you cared for them. It might not have been love, but it was something. It’s not your fault. By what little I know about you, thanks to Nana, you take care of everyone around you. ButShawn,” His hand comes up and turns my face toward him. “Who takes care of you?”
I turn my face into his palm and say, “No one.”
“Not anymore.”
Eighteen
TRENT
For just a second, I’m confused when I wake up. But then everything comes rushing back. The warm weight against me is Shawn, and he’s still clinging to me. We haven’t moved an inch during the night, and I’ve still got a painful erection. By the feel of it, so does Shawn. Watching him break down in my arms last night shouldn’t have left me feeling anything but anger and sadness. Believe me, those emotions were there, but there was also something else. I was happy that he felt comfortable enough with me, safe enough with me to be so open. After telling me that no one takes care of him, Shawn grew quiet and fell asleep, but I remained awake for a long time afterward.
New plans formed in my head, erasing the old ones. Yes, I will still find Tom and Sandy, no matter how long it takes me. But I’m going to delegate more of that responsibility to Demon and Sonny. I will still be available to go with them and do anything they need, but I’m going to spend my time helping the man basically lying on top of me. I’m going to find out who broke into his gym and who the fuck is stealing from him. Along the way, I’m going to get him back to the man he was before those bastards tried to break him. I don’t care what I have to do. I’m going to take care of him, and he is going to let me.
Starting today, I won’t be stalking him anymore. Nope, I’m going to keep him right where he belongs—by my side. He needs more sleep, but unfortunately, Uncle Joey is supposed to be in this morning, and I’ve got to meet the people delivering the furniture to the house. And you guessed it, he’s coming with me. But there is one massive problem with all of this. I need to have a conversation with his dad. Pronto.
Leaning down, I press my lips against his hair and let out a little sigh. Shawn didn’t know it, but before he woke up yesterday, I took all the soap out of the bathroom, leaving only mine behind. The fact that he smells like me isn’t helping my dick go down any quicker. In fact, it’s making the sheets damp.
“Shawn,” I whisper, and run my hand down his back. Thank God he sleeps in a shirt, or else I might not have been able to ignore the lust between us last night. I might be a virgin when it comes to consensual sex and definitely with a man, but I’m so up for learning with him. When the time is right.
“Huh,” he groans and snuggles closer to me.
“Hey, I’ve got to go into town early this morning, but I didn’t want you to wake up to an empty bed.”
“Okay,” he whispers, and then he presses a kiss to the middle of my chest before rolling over.
Heat spreads throughout my body from that tiny spot, the beast inside demands that I stay exactly where I am, but I still crawl out of bed and throw on the clothes I wore the day before. While I’m stepping into my jeans, it hits me that not only did I allow someone to touch me, but I also didn’t hide the worst of my scars. Even if the room had been lit up like a summer day, I would have removed my pants. I don’t want any more secrets between Shawn and me. I want him to see all of me. Could it end badly? I mean… I guess so, but something deep in my chest says it won’t. He came looking for me last night because he feels ittoo. He feels the draw, the string pulling tight, the lust burning hot, and the unbearable need to just be around each other.
Before leaving the room, I search the desk for a piece of paper and a pen, which I find in the top drawer. I then leave a small note on the bedside table under Shawn’s phone.
Shawn,
I had to run into town, but I’ll be back, and I want to spend the rest of the day with you. Don’t make any plans. Here is my number. If you need anything, call me.
Trent.
It’s still early, so I’m expecting everyone to still be asleep, but of course, I can’t sneak out of his room for the second night in a row. Sitting at the table is none other than Maria, and she doesn’t look happy to see me standing in the hallway, if that deep V between her eyes means anything.
“Don’t start with me. It’s not what you think.” I hold up my hands but keep walking past her, through the kitchen, and into the back bedroom where my things are. She follows me, of course, and I knew she would.
“Trent, he’s been through a lot?—”
I whirl around and literally growl at her. “I fucking know that. Maria, I love you to death, but you don’t want to get into this with me. Like I said, nothing happened. I held him last night while he cried in my arms, and then we fell asleep.”
She steps forward and wraps her arms around me, laying her head over the spot Shawn kissed. I itch to push her away and rub that spot to remove the feeling of her, but I can’t be an asshole. My arms wrap around her and pull her closer. “All I was going tosay is that I’m glad he is letting someone in. I know I put my foot in my mouth last night, but I’m just worried about you.”
My muscles relax as my anger fades at her words. “You don’t need to be worried about me. I know what I’m doing. I promise.”
Maria lets me go and leans against the wall while I search for clean clothes. “Where are you heading?”
