Page 5 of Crimson Everlasting
"Crimson has a lot to offer. I think you will be happy here." He told him, and Emrys agreed wholeheartedly. It seemed they were saying many things without actually saying many things, and Trent was loving the banter.
“I am very happy so far.” He teased. "Have you lived in Crimson your whole life?"
“Yes, and I’ve worked for Crimson Corporation since an early age. I’ve held different positions within the security department. I am now part of a specialized team under Tobias Yates, who is under Cullen Volakis, who is under Alexander Stone, the CEO of Crimson Corporation.
“You work there, and you live there. It must seem like you are forever working and have very little time to yourself."
“It’s a great place to live and to work. I look forward to showing you the Corporate Mansion and introducing you to my superiors.”
“I look forward to seeing it.” He responded without sarcasm; his interest was genuine. He leaned over the table andtook Trent's hand. "I want to see more of you, Trent, and I hope you feel the same."
“I absolutely feel the same, Emrys. I want to get to know you better, and I want you to know me." The night could not have gone better. Their dessert arrived, and Trent topped off their wine, and just as they began, someone unknown to Trent but familiar to Emrys charged over to their table. He’d obviously had a few too many and was running on liquid courage.
The minute he got into Emrys's face, Trent grabbed him by the nape of the neck and jerked him backward. Trent stood and held the man away from Emrys and their table. The man was flailing around, demanding release and throwing a variety of curse words at Emrys.
Trent slapped his mouth and told him to shut up. Blood dripped from his bottom lip, and still he tried to shake free. Emrys looked uncomfortable. "I'll deal with this," Trent said and hauled the man out of the restaurant and out into the lobby, handing him off to security.
"Make sure he doesn't come back." He stated firmly, and they assured him the man would not be returning. Trent wanted to lay him out for the disgraceful way he’d treated Emrys, but this was a human establishment, which would have led to complications and an uncomfortable explanation. He would keep an eye on him and deal with him at a later, less public time.
Trent went back to the table and apologized for the upset. "That was not your fault," Emrys stated. “Mr. Grant has a lack of self-control. I will give his employer a call in the morning.”
“Mr. Grant needs to be beaten within an inch of his life and then maybe he will learn a few manners.” Trent was sharp and serious, but Emrys chuckled.
“I have to agree.” He said with a wink. He was flirting, and Trent was eating it up. "Would you like to come to my room. I have some hundred-year-old whiskey that would top our evening off perfectly.” He smiled that smile that included a teasing twinkle in his eyes, and how could Trent say anything except yes? "It's the least I can do for someone who so valiantly stepped in and saved me from that ruffian.”
“I will always save you.” Trent had the words spoken before thinking. But there was that twinkle again lighting up Emrys' face, and Trent felt the breath leave his lungs and his heart start to hammer against his ribs. "I'd love to see your room." With that, they stood, paid, and hurried to the elevator.
Emrys was impressed with his handsome date, and the way he handled Mr. Grant was riveting. There was something about Mr. Trent Wells that stirred something deep in Emrys's mind and body. He'd had interests before and even maintained a relationship for nearly a year once, but never did he feel such an intense sense of home and connection as he felt with Trent.
He'd considered dinner would hopefully lead to a night together, but hadn't thought beyond that at the time. Now he was thinking of how to keep Trent in his life, how to entice him and convince him that he belonged with Emrys. It had been only a few hours, and yet Trent had moved into his heart and completely taken over his thoughts.
Trent put his arm around Emrys's waist as they rode the elevator to the fourth floor, and Emrys gloried in the heat of his touch. He recalled the look on Trent’s face when Mr. Grant first rushed their table and came at Emrys. His face took on a sudden hard edge, and there was fire that flashed in his eyes, red-hot. Emrys remembered the look, it was the look of a vampire, eitherangered or excited, and the set of his jaw clenched and fierce spoke to anger.
The strangeness he felt with Trent was his supernatural aura. Emrys was nearly ninety percent sure that Trent was a vampire, and the Crimson Corporation was in fact the Crimson Coven. He normally avoided the paranormal, not wanting to become an oddity in their midst, but Trent was a different story. There was no way he would avoid this man. Trent had a hold of him, and Emrys was going to see where it went.
The elevator stopped, and they stepped out. Trent tightened his hold and turned Emrys in his arms and bent to place a kiss on his lips. It was both sweet and demanding in equal measures. Trent wanted more, and Emrys was eager to give. Trent's lips searched and plundered, and Emrys reciprocated by cupping the hard bulge so prominent in the front of Trent’s black pants.
He felt rather than heard Trent’s soft moan as it vibrated against his lips. Emrys squeezed a little harder, and the kiss became more ravenous. They abruptly broke apart when voices could be heard coming down the hallway.
"Come with me, sweetheart." With an easy smile, Emrys took Trent's hand and hurried him to the last door on the left, and soon they were inside and free to explore all their desires. Emrys' excitement was palpable, and as soon as the door was closed, he began to pull at Trent's jacket, forcing it down and off his shoulders. He heard a chuckle, and then Trent was taking over.
He had his jacket off and removed his tie while holding Emrys transfixed in a stare that pierced to the bone. The dark eyes, once again dancing with fire, were trained on him. Emrys felt the heat of that stare and trembled with desire. "I want tosee you too," Trent said, and Emrys shook out of his stupor and eagerly pulled off his sweater and slipped his shirt over his head without unbuttoning it.
The cool air of the room brushed across his flesh, and he shivered from both the chill and the excitement present in Trent’s gaze. He’d never been so adored in his life. Trent looked at him like he was a prized possession, a special gift, and it felt amazing.
Trent reached over and looped his fingers into his waistband and pulled Emrys closer. He bent his head and whispered beautiful words against his ear, tickling and tantalizing, and Emrys could not resist, so he once again cupped that delicious bulge in the palm of his hand and squeezed.
“I love your touch.” He groaned, and Emrys rubbed his palm pressing into the hardness. Trent unfastened Emrys' pants with one hand and then slipped that hand inside and massaged his growing hardness, reveling in the firm heat.
“I love your touch too.” Emrys crooned and dropped his head back, closed his eyes, and took it all in. Trent smelled like life and love and forever. This was his man, his chance at never being lonely again.
Trent threaded his fingers through Emrys's hair and spread gentle, exploring kisses along his jawline and down the side of his throat. The thrill danced on his flesh, leaving goose bumps. Trent then took his hand and guided him closer to the wall. Emrys had an idea of what he planned and was eager to move things along.
The pants and shoes were gone in an instant, leaving Emrys in just his dark blue briefs. Trent's eyes ate him up, and his hands skimmed across his heated and needy flesh. Emryshad pulled a small tube of lubricant from his pants pocket before Trent had tossed them aside. He handed it to Trent expectantly.
“I love a man who is prepared.” Trent’s voice was deep and sexy, and Emrys couldn’t contain the moan that escaped his lips. The word 'love' had not escaped him, and although it was spoken lightly, its weight was felt. In that moment, Emrys realized that he truly wanted this man to love him. Would it happen? Could it happen?
Suddenly, the briefs were torn from his body. Trent picked him up, and Emrys wrapped his legs around Trent’s waist, and Trent pressed him against the wall for support. Emrys instinctively held tight, and the sensations began to roil. They were both naked, wrapped in each other's arms, and begging for more.
