Page 44 of Loving Trent
Oh, how the roles are reversed. A growl forms in my chest, and I let it loose. Pinching his chin tightly, I say, “No. Don’t turn away from me.”
“I’ve never been with someone willingly before.” Trent’s eyes, once brightened by lust, go dark, cold, and distant as if he is erecting walls between us.
The lust that is pulsing through me quickly turns to white, hot, pure, raw anger at his words. The trembling that was because I wanted him so badly turns to shakes of anticipation to kill whoever fucking touched him without his permission. Something dark and dangerous is born inside me that demands someone’s blood. Not a random person, but whoever fucking hurt Trent.
Using my weight, I flip us around. I’m in fucking control—barely—now. “Who?” I growl.
“Shawn…” Defeat, embarrassment, and shame swirl in Trent’s deliciously dark brown eyes. The new part of me that demands I do something feeds off those emotions, growing bigger until it threatens to consume me.
“Nope.” I shake my head and wrap one hand around his throat like he did to me earlier. “I want their fucking name, and I want it now.”
“I’m looking?—”
My hands tighten on his throat to cut off whatever fucking placating shit he is about to say. “Who?!” I ease off so he can answer me, and he will because I’m never fucking letting this go.
“S…Sandy.” Trent’s eyes slide close as a shudder breath leaves his lips as if even saying her name causes him insurmountable pain.
“Where is this bitch?”
“I don’t know, but I’m looking for them.” His eyes finally open, and the fucking pain I see in them is my undoing. Fuck the shit that I’m dealing with in my personal life. The break-in, the thief, and the construction of my building. None of that matters anymore. Letting go of Trent’s throat, I cup his face, my thumb rubbing over the apple of his cheek.
“Them?” I ask when my brain finally realizes what he said.
“Her and Tom, the director of the camp I was sent to.” Trent leans his face harder against my palm. His hands grip the sides of my shirt, pulling me closer as if he’s afraid I’m going to leave him.
Leaning my forehead against his, I calmly tell him what I think he is desperate to hear. “I’m not leaving you. This changes nothing except the fact that I’m going to have blood staining my hands once we find them.”
Trent’s eyes widen, and panic flickers through them. “No.” He shakes his head as much as he can with mine pressed to his. “I’ve got people helping?—”
“I’m helping you now, and nothing you say will change that.”
“But you could?—”
“Don’t fucking care about me right now.” Gently, I press my lips against his.
Trent briefly kisses me back but stops to say, “But I do, and I can’t have you messed up in this.” I hear the plea in his tone, but I ignore it. This morning, he said that he was going to take care of me, and now he will accept that I’m going to take care of him.
“I’m getting messed up in it and Trent…” I pin him with my eyes. “It won’t be my first time getting messed up in somethingillegal, spilling blood nor will it be the last. No one fucks with someone that is mine and gets away with it.”
Twenty-Two
TRENT
“Shawn—” My throat is tight, sand fills my mouth, lust is burning a path down my body, but fear has my heart in its cold clutches.
“Hey, Trent, the people are here with the furniture,” Uncle Joey calls down the hallway, effectively ending our conversation. My lips are still tingling while my dick is still hard and leaking in my pants. Everything inside me wants to stay here, in this room, with Shawn’s heavy body pressing me against the door. But that’s not possible.
“We will finish all of this later,” Shawn says, leaning down and gently pressing his lips against mine.
As the sound of my family's voices drifts down the hallway, I shut my eyes in an attempt to calm down. The instant that Shawn does the same, I feel it because his gaze on me feels like standing too close to a roaring fire. Finally, after a couple of minutes, we’re able to leave without embarrassing anyone. Not surprisingly, thirty minutes into putting everything together, Nana shows up with almost all of the Hill kids in tow. I haven’t had a chance to spend time with any of them, but here they are, ready to help get our house set up.
Adam and Levi take control of putting together the bedroom sets. Zak offers to help me unpack all the kitchen stuff I ordered. Not going to lie, knowing that Shawn used to have a thing for him made the knives I put away look to clean, like I needed to dirty them with his blood. Harley and Shawn start decorating her room, including painting the walls a soft blue color. Sonny shows up as well. He jumps in, helping Uncle Joey and Ryan put the washer and dryer in. Which Nana instantly starts using to wash all the new bedding, towels, and curtains.
It only takes us three hours to put everything in its place. We all gather in the living room, and somehow Shawn winds up right next to me. All afternoon, I’ve been achingly aware of where he was in the house. Whenever he was in the same room with me, I couldn’t help but track him with my eyes. We didn’t have much time to talk, but I’m hoping he will stay the night with me so we can finish what we started.
Nana and Harley are the last ones to join us. “I want to thank all of you for coming to help. I know everyone is busy, and this,” I wave my hand around the furnished room, “means a lot to me and Harley.”
“That’s what family does for each other,” Nana says, wrapping her arm around Harley. Harley cuddles into her side, and that megawatt smile is on her face.
