Page 12 of The Trust
“Don’t care.”
Snagging his wrist, I tug him down and replace his pillow with the real thing against my chest. My nose finds his hair and my arms skate over smooth skin and hard muscle to hook around whatever part of him I can hold.
I just need him close.
Close enough to feel his warmth, his love, filling up the empty parts of me. His scent, though he kinda smells like a campfire, overtaking the memory of smoke as I sink closer to sleep.
His arms snaking around me, holding me tightly, like there’s some part of him that needs something similar.
I have to protect him.
It’s not just my job as his bodyguard, but as his partner—I mean boyfriend.
Six months.
For six months, we have been just like this. Clinging to each other in the dark.
Is it enough for him?
Am I?
Is there a way to be out in the open without hurting him?
Jordan
“Okay, what’d you do?”
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I blink at the plate on the nightstand and the soft smile on my boyfriend’s face.
“Made breakfast.”
I sit up, holding the blankets over my hips as I lean back against the wall-mounted headboard.
“And what did you do?” I ask again.
Mac snickers and hands me the mug of tea. “Brought it to you in bed.”
Accepting the ceramic, I narrow my eyes at him and sip from the—
Mother fuck, he gave me the dick mug.
It’s even skin toned and shaped like one of those chibi, squishy things people call peens.
“Like you didn’t give me enough dick last night?” I deadpan, and lock eyes with him over the rim as I drink.
The pink flush races across his cheeks and I smile in victory.
“You were a lot less squeamish about your asshole than I thought you’d be.”
My forehead tenses with the dip of my brow but Mac’s too busy climbing over my legs and flopping on the bed beside me to see it.
“Why would I be?”
He snorts and leans in next to me, his shoulder touching mine.
“’Cause you were straight like six months ago?”
“Over a year ago,” I correct automatically and rest a hand on his thigh. “Practically celibate before that. Here—” I hold out the mug for him to take, “—hold my dick.”
