Page 51 of Loving Trent
Shawn stops trying to give me a hickey and whines, "I don't care how quick this is. I'm on the edge, too.” He lies back and picks up my left hand, palm up. He does something that surprises the shit out of me. He spits in my hand. "Wrap your hand around both of us."
Reaching between us both, I wrap—or try to—my hand around both of our dicks. The friction feels fantastic, and I can't help but give us a stroke. "Shit," I groan and thrust up into my hold. I close my eyes until I feel Shawn's hand wrapping around us.
He thrusts up as I pull my hips back. "Don't stop," he moans. We get into a rhythm of thrusting and jerking. We work perfectly in sync until I throw my head back as pleasure consumes me.
"Shawn." His name sounds like a prayer coming from my parted lips. Ropes of hot come coat our hands and shoot up both of our stomachs. Shawn follows me over the edge with a roar.
I collapse on top of him, not caring about the mess between us. I can't keep my lips off him. I kiss his sweaty forehead, closed eyelids, nose, and lips. "Amazing," he says between sweet kisses.
My phone starts to beep, and before I can move to shut it off, there is a slight knock on the door. "If you're done in there, I've got pancakes for everyone. Also, I found Shawn’s phone outside. Thank God it didn’t rain again last night."
Shawn's eyes go wide, and his mouth drops open. "Nana!” He calls out.
"What the fuck?” I say, looking over my shoulder at the closed door.
"Oh, don't start freaking out now. Sex is a wonderful thing. Get dressed and get your butts out here. We have to make sure our girl’s first day of school is perfect," Nana says.
"I'm going to die," Shawn says, covering his face with his hands.
I pull them away and press another kiss to his lips. "No, you won't because I can't live in a world without you."
"But…" He points toward the door and throws his hands up, almost hitting me. "My Nana not only broke into our home but also heard us having sex."
I smile so wide that my cheeks start to hurt, and I push up off of him. Grabbing his hand, I pull him off the bed and into my arms. "Do you realize you said, 'our home'?"
Shawn shakes his head, but his smile matches what I assume mine looks like. "That's what you choose to focus on?"
"Damn straight." I cup his face and lay my forehead against his. "It is our home. You know that, right?"
"Yes. I'm not going anywhere, Trent."
"Good because I've proven before that I'm not scared to stalk your ass."
Twenty-Five
SHAWN
“So, how was everything this morning?” Dad asks, hitting his blinker and moving into the right lane of the interstate.
My face heats at the thought of Nana using the spare key Trent hid to let herself in. I’m not sure how long she was there, but it doesn’t really matter. She heard some of what Trent and I did this morning. “It was interesting, to say the least,” I finally say.
“The school didn’t give you guys any issues getting Harley settled?”
“Nope.” Trent had all the documents they needed—documents that not only had his name on them but mine as well. That was a shock, but a good one. Harley is a fantastic girl, and I’m honored to be her guardian, no matter how crazy it sounds to anyone else. Some members of my family think it’s crazy.
My phone pings with another incoming message, and when I look down, I see evidence of some of their apprehension.
Sammy
Parker, at one point, you were someone that half the people in this chat didn’t know. So why are you so suspicious of Trent?
Levi
Dude, Sammy’s right. There, for a while, you looked like the bad guy to all of us. Minus Zak, Sammy, and Shawn.
Parker
Yeah, and if you remember, we almost fought because of it. But this guy, everyone is welcoming him with open arms.
