Page 68 of Loving Trent
“Sure.”
“Um… I don’t have one of their numbers. Do you think you could call him for me?” That uncertainty is back in her eyes,and I fucking hate it. My mind latches on to the word him and I wonder why she isn’t going with one of the women.
“Who, Firecracker?” I’d call the fucking Pope if that is who she needed. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for this girl.
“Demon,” Harley whispers.
Surprise hits me hard, knocking the breath from my lungs, but I cool my facial features, hoping she doesn’t pick up on it. I dig my phone out of my pocket and find his number. I’ve only recently acquired it myself because he is helping me come up with a plan for Trent’s parents. He answers on the first ring. “Was there something in the email that you didn’t understand?”
“No, Harley needs to talk to you,” I say, hoping my voice is as calm as I want it to be. By the way Harley is grinning at me, I’m failing miserably.
“No problem,” Demon says, and I hand my phone to Harley, who takes it and races out of the room.
Five minutes later, I haven’t moved from my spot on the couch. I’m still staring at the hallway that Harley took off down, fighting the worry that is trying to consume me. Trent is finishing Harley’s big present at Haste Auto—Parker and Zak’s mechanic shop. Since Harley has my phone, I have no way to talk to him about what the hell is going on. It’s not that I don’t trust Demon, but what could Harley possibly need his help for? The doorbell chimes as someone pushes it, and I finally move. I open the door to find Leon and Dad standing on the opposite side, grinning like fools.
“What are you doing here?” I ask while stepping back so they can come inside out of the frigid winter air.
“Harley called us about a last-minute present and asked if we would help her,” Dad says, wiping his feet on the welcome mat—that has a cute Christmas Elf on it—I bought a few weeks ago.
My eyes bounce between them because what the hell. “You? She called you two?”
Leon chuckles and looks over my shoulder. “She sure did. Are you ready to go, Kiddo?”
“Yep,” Harley says, squeezing past me to stand between the last two people I thought she would call for help. “Is it okay if I stay at Uncle Leon’s tonight? We might be late getting back.”
I nod because I’m so confused right now, and it seems like I’ve lost the ability to form words. Harley leans forward, kisses my cheek, and presses my phone to my chest. “Thanks, Daddio. You’re the best.”
The sound of the front door shutting pulls me from my frozen state, and I force myself to trust Leon, Dad, and Demon. Walking back into the living room, I pick up my laptop and open the email Demon sent, pretending to be reading it.
“Merry Christmas,” Trent whispers in my ear as he grinds his erection into my ass. I snuggle back against him, not just because I’m horny for him, but because the heat coming from him is better than a furnace. This Christmas is just like last year, where we got a shit ton of snow.
“Merry Christmas, love.” Reaching behind me, I push my hand through his hair and tip my head to the side, hoping he will do exactly what I want. He does. He kisses the side of my neck as I rub my ass against him and bite back a soft moan at the feel of his stubble against my skin. Trent is the type of man who has to trim every morning or else he will have a beard in a day. I’ve thought about asking him to grow it out because the thought of him with one makes my blood boil.
He groans against my neck and nips it before he says breathlessly, “I thought I’d give you one of your presents before everyone wakes up and we start this crazy holiday.”
I’m just as breathless as I pant, “Oh yeah, what’s that? Your big dick… inside me?”
Trent grabs my throat and whispers directly into my ear, “No, how does you inside me sound?”
My dick twitches at the thought of that, and I turn over, pushing Trent down onto his back. “Are you sure? You know I don’t mind bottoming. I love having you fill me up.” But if I’m honest, I’d love to watch this big, manly man lose himself while my dick is deep inside of him.
His legs wrap around me as he thrusts up, and I moan when the head of his dick catches mine just right. “I’m positive. I love it when you eat me out and tease me with your fingers. I want it all.”
With a quick look over my shoulders, I find everyone still sound asleep. Two Christmas’s ago, while I was busy driving down from Cape with Mom, all the other ‘kids’, as Nana calls us, decided to have a sleepover at Nana’s house. I hated that I couldn’t be here, but it has became a tradition. This year, not only did we clear out the living room of furniture, but we also moved the dining room table into the kitchen, so we would have more room. All the adults, minus Leon and Jenna, slept on blow-up mattresses on the floor. While the kids piled into the bed with Nana. The babies—Axel, Faith, and Hope—slept in a crib that is in the room with Nana.
Once I’m satisfied that no one is awake, my mind turns back to the dirty things Trent is offering me. I’ve taken to playing with his hole while I suck him off, and it’s been hot as hell, but I know that not every gay man likes to bottom. If that’s the case for Trent, I will offer him my ass every day of the year and love every second of it. “You want to do that now? Here? With everyone asleep around us?”
“I think it’s hot,” he says, thrusting against me again. “Knowing that we could be caught at any moment.”
My eyes roll at the pleasure shooting down my spine. “If you don’t like it, we will stop.”
Trent’s eyes are blazing with lust. “I know. I trust you.” He leans up to capture my lips with his, while his hands push down my flannel pajama pants, which match his and Harley’s. Actually, everyone in our family has them thanks to Nana. They were the one present she let us unwrap last night. He wraps his hand around my shaft and strokes me.
I slap his hand off and push him down with a hand on his chest. I tap his hips, and he raises them so I can pull his pants down. His thick dick hits his stomach, and I groan at the sight. He slaps a hand over his mouth when I take him to the back of my throat instantly. I will never tire of his taste or the musty smell that invades my senses. After a few good swallows, I pop off his dick. Leaning over him, my tongue darts out to trace all the dips and lines of his taut muscles, absolutely eating up each and every twitch I get in response. When I get to his dark nipples, I make sure to give them plenty of attention as it drives him wild.
“Lube?” I whisper in his ear, knowing that I’ll need to prep him.
Trent pushes his hand under his pillow and produces a small travel-sized bottle. Snatching it from his hand, I drop it beside his thigh and work my way back down to his beautiful dick with my lips.
