Page 76 of Loving Trent
“Shawn.” His raw voice breaks through the air, speeds up time, and allows me to rush to him. Without thinking, I’m pushing Adam, who caught him, away and pulling Trent into my arms. His arms are like steel beams around my neck, and he uses his weight to push me until I’m sitting on my ass with him straddling me. “Please don’t leave me.”
The relief spreading through me shrivels up, turns black, and dies. One of my hands is full of his hair as I push his head further into my neck. While the other is pressing into the middle of his back. “I’m going to marry you, not leave you,” I tell him, thinking about a couple of years down the road.
We sit unmoving in the middle of a crime scene while our family cleans up the aftermath of Trent's actions. He never moves from my lap, looks up, or speaks again. I, on the other hand, can’t look away. Dad and Demon untie Nathan and Steven from the chairs. The sound of their bodies hitting the floor is louder than it should be, but that’s because no one catches them. Adam and Levi are not here, as they left to get Adam’s truck and grab the things we need to cover up everything that happened here. Luckily I’m sure they can find the stuff here at the restaurant thanks to the construction I had going on. Sammy and Zak are unrolling the thick black plastic that will cover…
“Shawn,” Uncle Joey’s voice pulls me from the scene in front of me. He and Ryan are standing next to us with matching worried looks. “Why don’t the two of you head home and let us handle this?”
“Okay,” I find myself saying even though I don’t want to leave. My eyes go to Nathan and Steven until a warm hand cups my cheek and turns my head back.
“They’re gone,” Ryan says, gently stroking my cheek. “They can’t hurt you ever again.”
Uncle Joey bends down and whispers, “Trent, it’s time to take your man and get out of here. You did it, Son. You protected him. I’m so proud of you…” His voice dips lower and softer, to the point where I can’t even hear what he’s saying. Whatever it is gets Trent to snap out of whatever is happening, and he stands up.
I miss his warmth instantly, but it’s not gone long as Trent hauls me up and straight into his arms again. “Come on, Baby Boy.”
He keeps me tucked into his side as we walk through the mess, up the stairs, and away from everything.
Demon
I got Tory. She’s safe and unharmed. Don’t worry about anything back here. We’ve got you covered. Let me know if you need anything.
“Why did you think I would leave you?” I ask almost two hours later as the door to our hotel room shuts behind me. I lean against the door and stare at Trent instead of the room around him. I’m sure it is stunning, considering it’s the Presidential Suite and cost Trent a little over three thousand dollars.
He walks to the floor-to-ceiling windows along the back wall of the living and dining room and gazes out at the St. Louis arch and the Mississippi River. “Everyone has a limit… a line that serves as a stopping point for wanting someone. With Jonah and Eve, it was because I was gay. With…”
His words float away as all the puzzle pieces slide into place, and reality bitch slaps me. My legs eat up the space between us without worrying about taking off my shoes in such a lovely place. I grab his shoulders and spin him around, pushing him against the window. “Are you ever going to demean me? Tell me how stupid I am or call me a bastard when you don’t get your way?”
Trent’s eyes narrow and grow darker. “No.”
Fisting the sides of his unzipped jacket, I pull him closer to me. “Are you going to hit me? Kick me? Choke me outside of the bedroom? Are you going to lay your hands on me with the intent of causing me pain? Pain that I don’t want?”
An animalistic growl works its way out of his throat. “Never.”
I slam my lips against him in a brutal fashion. “That’s my only limit,” I say against his lips.
We become a whirlwind of hands pushing and pulling at clothes. Lips and tongues refusing to leave the other’s body. I need him like a plant needs the sun to survive. I need the rush only he gives me to remind me that I’m here.
Alive.
Safe.
Safe because he stepped up and took out two people intent on murdering me. Trent didn’t allow Demon to finish his sentence, but we all knew it. We felt it. It was the plan that I would not leave that farm breathing.
“Need you,” Trent demands before latching onto my neck. “Bend over.”
My body is nothing but a raging inferno of lust and want as I turn around and press my chest against the glass table in front of me. The glass is cool, and I shiver from the juxtaposition of it against my heated skin. The sound of Trent’s knees colliding with the wood floor causes my dick to leak even more, but I still have some sense of mind to hope that the blue chair I’m pressed against doesn’t stain easily. His hands go to the globes of my ass, but instead of spreading them, he pushes them together and runs his nose up them. A low moan of appreciation comes from his chest, and I smile.
“You smell so good.” His hot, wet tongue replaces his nose, and I moan at the sensation. Finally, he parts my cheeks and attacks my hole. He switches from soft strokes to hard thrusts of his tongue inside me. I press back against his face, needing more, so much fucking more.
“Love,” I beg, but all he does is chuckle against my ass.
“I’ve got you.” We didn’t pack anything, meaning we have no lube, but I don’t really fucking care right this second. But he must because he stands up, grabs my cheeks with one hand, andsays, “Open.” I do, and he places three fingers inside my mouth. “Get them nice and wet, Baby Boy.”
I wrap my tongue around them and close my mouth. I picture them as his dick and go to town. When he pulls them out, a string of salvia pulls between them and my mouth. I’m pretty sure we will have to replace this chair or pay for it to be cleaned. When I feel his finger pressing softly at my hole, I press back and groan at the burn. “Fuck.”
“Open up for me,” Trent demands, and I spread my legs farther and relax, taking more of his finger into me. “Such a good boy. Goddamn it, the sight of your pretty pink whole stretching for me is a masterpiece.”
He peppers kisses along my spine as he works two fingers inside me, the burn turning into hot pleasure the first time he grazes that sweet spot. By the time he has three inside me, I’m incoherent and babbling away, begging him to just fuck me already.
