Page 67 of Loving Trent
“Me too,” I finally say after pushing away the sight of him crying.
Trent looks up at me with bewilderment in his eyes. “That doesn’t scare you?” I don’t answer that ridiculous question with words. Instead, I give him my best what the fuck look. “Shawn, it’s only been a couple of months?—"
I place a finger to his lips to shut him up. “It’s been two months of living together. Being together almost twenty-four seven. If you take that and put it against a couple that doesn’t live together. Who only goes on, let’s say, two dates a week for four hours, then we have been dating for…” I do some very quickcalculations in my head and hope I’m right as I say, “Almost four years.”
He tries to speak, but I push my finger against his lips harder. “Trent. I’ve been in other relationships. Hell, I thought I’d been in love before, but I was so fucking wrong. I’m not going to question what we have between us, and I’m not going to let the intensity of what we have scare me. I’m not proposing to you right now. All I’m saying is that I see a future with you, and that future is something that I really…” I replace my finger with my lips for a short kiss before saying, “Really fucking want.”
My body goes lurching forward as Trent moves backward toward the bed. The room spins as he turns us quickly, and then I’m falling. My thighs open, and he wastes no time settling himself between them. I’m positive that dinner is almost done, and soon someone will be busting through the door to get us, but that doesn’t stop me from wrapping my legs around his waist. “How can you be so fucking brave?” Trent asks, running his nose up my throat.
My eyes close as pleasure blooms in my stomach at the feel of his weight pressing me down. I grab a hold of the soft light gray sweater he’s wearing and try to pull him closer. “When it comes to relationships of my own, I’m usually not,” I tell him, my breathing turning ragged as he holds himself up with one hand while the other pushes up under my sweater. “But you make me brave.”
“I make you brave?” Trent’s question hits me hard, not only because as soon as he asked it, he licks the shell of my very sensitive ears, but also because he sounds so unsure of himself. Over the last two months, I’ve seen glimpses of another side of him. It happens typically late at night when he doesn’t notice I’m still awake, but sometimes I swear I see a broken boy trapped in his eyes.
I dig my blunt nails into his chest and love the shudder that goes through his body. “Yes. You are exactly what I’ve always wanted in a partner. I searched for the way you make me feel among all those other boys, but never found it. The moment I found you, I knew that in order to have you,” I thread my hands through his hair and pull him away from my neck. His eyes are almost entirely black. “I knew that if I wanted to keep you forever, I would have to be brave.”
I don’t stop him when his gaze lands on my lips, and the intent is clear as day in his eyes. I let him press his lips against mine even though my mind turns to mush every time he kisses me. He nips at my bottom lip, and my already hard dick twitches and aches. I lick the seam of his lips, begging for him to let me in, which he does. He pulls away first, his hot breath fanning over my lips, making me ache to continue feasting on his lips. “You are everything that I wanted. It’s been you long before I even knew what this was,” Trent says, and even if I couldn’t hear the truth in his voice, I would believe him because I feel it.
To the outside world, we might not make sense, nor will everyone understand how we can be so sure of each other, but that’s the great thing about all this. The outside world doesn’t matter. No one’s opinion of how quickly we have moved in our relationship matters. Not to me, him, or our family. This… us… our love isn’t for anyone else but me and him. I will never understand how anyone thinks they should have an opinion about someone else’s love life. I understand that everyone has their beliefs, and they have a right not to like something or agree with someone else’s decisions. But as long as whatever that person is doing isn’t hurting someone, people need to learn to keep their mouths shut. Us loving each other is hurting no one, and I will never not stand up for my right to love him.
We are both adults who have consented to do this, and that is all that matters.
A soft knock interrupts my thoughts, but Trent doesn’t move an inch away from me. He is lying on my chest with his body flat against the bed in between my legs. “Yes?” I say loud enough that whoever is standing on the other side of the door hears me.
“Can I come in?” I thought it would be Harley or Nana, but I’m shocked that it’s Sammy.
“Yes,” Trent says, turning his head toward the door.
The smile on Sammy’s face when she sees us is bright, like the sun coming out after a rainstorm. She leans against the door frame and sighs. “I love all of this,” she says, waving her hand in the air.
I smile at her and kiss the top of Trent’s head. “So do I.”
“The food’s done, and Nana would like Trent to cut the turkey,” Sammy says before turning around and letting the door shut softly behind her.
“That’s a huge honor in this family,” I tell Trent as he tightens his grip on me instead of getting off. “Come on. We don’t want Nana coming in here with her wooden spoon, do we?”
Thirty-Three
SHAWN
“Daddio?”
Shutting my laptop, I look over at the doorway to find Harley twisting her hands in front of her. Hearing her call me daddio hasn’t gotten less exciting, and it’s been three weeks since the first time. “Yeah, Firecracker.” I move my laptop to the coffee table, scoot forward on the couch, and give her all my attention.
“Um…” She looks out the window at the falling snow for a second before looking back at the floor. An unease fills my heart, but I wait her out, knowing she will eventually tell me what is bothering her. The clock on the side table clicks a hundred and twenty times before she speaks again. “I was wondering if you could help me with Dad’s present, but…” She sighs loudly, and God, do I want to walk over to her and wrap her up in my arms. “But it’s also your present, which would ruin it.”
We are four days out from Christmas, and I was under the impression that the new leather jacket we purchased a week ago was Trent’s Christmas present from her. I know there is a box with my name on it from her under the tree as well. “Come here,” I say, patting the cushion beside me. She strolls over and sits down. I reach out and take her hands in mine. “What’s got you so nervous about this present?”
Another sigh falls from her, and I can’t take it anymore. I tip her head up and turn it to the left, so she is facing me. There is nothing I can do about the fact that she is looking over my shoulder instead of at me, but I give her time. “This idea…” She finally looks at me, and my heart melts at the insecurity I see swimming in her eyes. “It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a couple of weeks, but I’m not sure if you guys would like it. Andie and Raven finally built up my confidence enough to go for it, but now I’m not sure how to do it.”
Raven is the newest member of her friend group. She moved here right after Thanksgiving, and the moment Harley met her at school, they have been joined at the hip. I like all of her friends, but Raven might be my favorite because I’ve watched Harley’s confidence grow since she has been in Harley’s life.
“Whatever you get us, we will love. I promise you that. Now, is this something I have to help you with, or is there someone else who can help you?” If it has to be me, I’ll help her and act surprised on Christmas morning, but if not, I will make sure she gets the help she needs.
Harley tips her head to the side and scrunches her slender nose up in her adorable thinking face. “Anyone could help me, but it should probably be an adult.”
I can work with that. “Okay, we have a huge list of people who would love to help you. All you have to do is pick one.” Harley is doted on by everyone, but she is closer to some than others. Nana, Jenna, and Emilee are her favorite ladies. While her favorite uncle is surprisingly Parker, the one person who was hesitant about her.
“Can it be two or maybe three?”
