Page 48 of Loving Trent
“I think this conversation would be better if Sammy were here. Hold on.” A door shuts, and I hear Zak whisper something. I assume he is telling Sammy what I’m asking about.
“Shawn, what’s going on? Why are you asking about that part of my life?” Sammy asks after a second.
“Did Dad tell you anything about Trent?” I don’t want to tell anyone his story without talking to him before, but I need some advice.
“Only that he was a friend,” Sammy answers.
“Well, let’s just say that someone hurt him like William did you, Sammy.” Again, that entity that awoke earlier is back pounding to be let out.
Her gasp is loud, and when she speaks again, her voice is thick with sadness or maybe understanding. “That’s awful.”
No one says anything for a few seconds, allowing her the grace to compose herself without judgment. Finally, she speaks again. “What are we doing about it?”
I smile because that’s just how this family rolls. It doesn’t matter if you’re a stranger. If we know you have been hurt, we will rally around you. “I’m sure they are handling it, Warrior,” Zak says.
“Good, but I want in on whatever it is,” Sammy demands, and I, for one, will not be the person who tells her no. “Now, back to your question. Do you like this guy?”
Looking back at the night sky, a star shoots across it. Closing my eyes, I make a wish and answer Sammy. “It makes no sense, but yeah, I do. He makes me feel…” I swallow, and a tear slides down my face. “Safe. Something about him is pulling me in, and I can’t find a single ounce of will to resist him.”
“Safe? Why do you feel unsafe? Because of what those assholes did to you?” Sammy asks, her voice once again thick.
“Not just them but…” I can’t bring myself to tell her about my exes and how, in the end, they all treated me like shit. They all made me feel like something was wrong with me, but I haven’t once felt like that with Trent. “Sammy, I’ve only known him for less than twenty-four hours. How in the hell am I already feeling things for him?”
“Oh, Bubba, feelings don’t know a time limit.”
“No, they don’t, and that’s okay. You’re not saying that you’re in love with him. You’re interested in him. That’s normal,” Zak says.
“Okay.” Another tear slides down, and I wipe it away. The sound of the front door opening pulls my attention, and I turn to see Trent walking towards me.
“Shawn, are you there?” Sammy asks, worry sliding into her tone.
Trent doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of me. His eyes pierce into my soul, and I swear he can see everything. I’m a big guy, but when he boxes me against the truck, I feel small and fragile. His hand comes up and cups my cheek. His eyes darken when a tear falls over his finger. “Why are you standing outside crying?”
The gravelly, growly tone of his voice strikes me like a bolt of lightning, and my dick twitches.
“Oh my God. Is that him?” Sammy asks.
“I’m… I’m…” I stutter, unable to form a sentence because Trent is stepping forward, pressing me against the truck, and his weight is turning my brain into mush.
“Tell me, Shawn,” he demands, and God help me, I listen.
“I thought I screwed this up earlier. I’m afraid that I pushed you too far. That I triggered you when I?—”
Trent bends his head until we are eye to eye. “When you gripped my dick like you were going to die if you didn’t. When you gave me the very first orgasm that didn’t make me feel dirty. When you demanded I cum.”
“Holy fuck,” someone on the phone says, but please don’t ask me who because I can’t tell you.
“Yes.” That word is low and almost sounds like a moan as it falls from my mouth.
“Baby Boy, believe me, nothing you did pushed me too far. I was worried that I was pushing you too hard. I was worried that I was coming on too strong. I’ve never acted like this. But I can’t help it. I want you so fucking bad that I fear I will perish if I don’t have you. If you are worried, we can discuss what happened and if I have any limits.” Trent shoves one hand into my hair, and the other goes up my shirt. My skin ignites at the feel of his skin pressed against mine. “But believe me when I tell you that notonly did I enjoy everything that happened, but I want so much more with you.
“I want to be buried so deep inside you that you feel me for weeks after. I need you inside me like I need the fucking air around us. Your touch doesn’t remind me of anything she did to me. The biggest reason is that I’ve waited for your touch since I was thirteen. I would dream about it while I was there. When she was touching me, I would disassociate. In that space, it was you and me, Baby Boy.” Trent tweaks my nipple, and my dick starts to leak.
“And that’s our cue to cut this phone call off.” The line goes dead, but once again, I don’t know who said that or ended the call.
Trent leans his forehead against mine, and I inhale deeply, wanting to suffocate on his intoxicating smell. “I feel like I’m going insane. I’ve been pushed to the brink of breaking before, but that holds nothing on this. There is a beast inside me that awoke the night of the fire, and it has claimed you. I’ve fought it for months, only giving in a few times, but now that you are here… I don’t know if I can keep it at bay…”
He pauses to take a deep breath, and I pounce. Literally and figuratively. My phone clatters to the ground as I throw my arms around Trent’s neck. My lips land on his, and he wastes no time taking control of the kiss. His tongue pushes past my lips, finding no resistance. With all the other guys I’ve been with, I’ve always been the one to be in control, and I’m eating up the fact that he takes that from me. My whole life, I’ve always been the one who had everything under control. I never allowed myself to be a mess or hand over control, but now that’s all I want to do.
