Page 29 of Note to Self
With our drinks in hand, we walk farther until we find Merrick and Drew.
“This will be you in a couple of months.” Drew nods at the room in general. “And thank you for the painting of us. You captured Willow so perfectly. I love it.” The love he has for Merrick’s child is palpable, and she adores him too.
Trent has finished the picture I saw of them and Willow in his bedroom and gifted it to them. “No problem. I’m happy you like it.” He blushes a delicious pale pink and takes a sip of his drink.
“You’re going to have to get used to compliments, mate. This will be you soon. How are you getting on?”
“Getting there. The bigger pieces are all but done. I’m worried about letting Merrick down. I feel it’s too soon. Maybe I should defer it until the spring.”
This is the first I’ve heard of this. Why hasn’t he told me? “Trent, sweetheart, you’re doing great. Your pictures are breathtakingly beautiful.”
“But if I had more time, I think I could do better. With my time at the cottage coming to an end and the need to go back home, I’m running out of time.” Trent is getting himself all stressed out.
Drew is frowning at him. “What do you mean, your time in the cottage? You don’t have to leave. Merrick told me you were going to stay, so I took it off the rental site. You can stay there as long as you need. And rent-free now. You’re family, Trent.”
Trent’s cheeks pink up a little as he gapes, looking like a goldfish. Annoyance prickles through me, even though there’s no way Drew would know I’ve asked Trent to move in with me. I feel pushed aside, usurped by the generous offer. Is Trent going to accept the offer, or will he choose mine?
While Trent stays silent, Drew must sense there’s something else going on and gives him an easy way out. “The cottage is yours if you want it. There’s no rush for you to leave. Think it over.”
At that point, Merrick comes over with the artist being showcased tonight. After introductions, Trent congratulates her, saying he bought one of the glass birds. They chat together easily.
Drew turns to me. “Why do you look like I’ve just nicked your favourite toy? Did you want him to move in with you?”
“You’re not the only one allowed a happily ever after, mate.” I wince at how churlish I sound. “Sorry. But yeah, I asked him to move in with me. We’re going to talk about it when we get home tonight.”
“Then do it, make it so he doesn’t want to leave. That’s what Merrick did to me. I was hesitant to make that leap in our relationship. It had become so much in such a short amount of time I didn’t know if it was real, if it was enough to make it a lifetime commitment. Merrick showed me just how good it could be, and he wasn’t wrong.”
That makes sense. I want to show Trent everything he can have if he chooses to be with me. Not just now, in the short term, but forever. But how, that’s the question.
Drew pats my shoulder. “You’ll work it out.”
After another half an hour, we call it a night and say our goodbyes.
“That was good. I’m glad I went,” Trent says enthusiastically. He loops his arm through mine. I walk him in the direction of my house. It takes him a few minutes to notice the change of route. “Are we going to yours? I didn’t think we were tonight.”
“Someone mentioned that good things come to those who wait. Maybe the waiting time is over.” I move to stand in front of him and gently clasp his face in my hands. “If you’re ready, that is.” My kiss is gentle but firm, telling him just how much I want him—all of him.
“I’m ready.” The neediness in his voice is new.
We’ve had plenty of sex, and all of it has been amazing. We just haven’t had full anal sex. I haven’t felt like we’ve been missing out, though. Trent is a willing and exuberant lover and has almost begged me to fuck him. Which was hard to say no to. We agreed to wait until the time is right. With him staying in Calston Cove, I no longer feel like he’ll be leaving me behind with a broken heart.
We continue in a rush, Trent laughing as I all but drag him down the road to my house. As soon as we’re inside and I’ve locked the door, Trent pulls me closer, his hand on my crotch, giving my shaft a less-than-gentle squeeze.
“I know how big this monster feels in my mouth. I can’t wait to have it in my arse. Although”—he winks—“You’ll need to get me good and ready. It’s been a while.”
“Then you’d better get into my room.”
When he turns to the stairs, I give him a smack on his bum. “Be a good boy.” If I hadn’t been so close or in tune with him now, I would’ve missed the shiver that ran through him. He does like to be praised and rewarded, which, luckily for me, means he likes a little punishment as well. He squeaks and darts up the stairs. I follow him more slowly.
When I reach the bedroom, Trent is stripped down to his boxer briefs and is kneeling by the bed. This is new, but I like it. I run my fingers through his soft hair. “What’s this all about?”
“It just feels right. When you call me good boy. It’s not something I’ve done before, but I like it. If it’s not what you like or don’t want to try, I’m still good with everything we do.”
“God, you’re perfect. Stand up for me.” I hold out my hand and pull him into me until we touch chest to chest. “Nothing kinky tonight, just you and me and a damn good time,”
“Then get out of your clothes.”
I strip, and as soon as my briefs hit the floor, Trent is on his knees again. He tongues the tip of my cock, making it twitch.It’s only half-hard, but it won’t take long for him to have me hard as steel.
