Page 32 of Note to Self
I think it sounds sexy as fuck, and I want to see, maybe push it back in, play with his arse a while. It would be fun to tease him, especially if he’s blushing just at the thought of it. I roll him over onto his back and hover over him. “I want to see.”
“What! No, no way.” His blush is now down his neck and spreading across his collarbones.
I lean down, brush my lips over his cheek, and whisper in his ear, “Yes way. This is hot as fuck.”
As I shift down his body, Trent throws an arm over his eyes and swears. But he doesn’t stop me. In fact, he spreads his legs and bends his knees, giving me access. “Fuuuuuuck.” I trace my finger through my cum and wipe it over his hole. The muscle gives easily, allowing me to push some back inside. I’ve seen it in porn and always found it a turn-on. Hmm, I bet I can make him come again. I slide two fingers inside him and slowly pump them in and out, focusing on his prostate.
“Oh god.” Trent sighs as a shiver runs through his body. “You’re gonna make me come again.”
“Come, baby. Come on my fingers.”
Trent shudders and, with a low moan, comes without touching his dick.
I’m almost holding him upright as we go to get a shower. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he grumbles, but a faint smile plays on his lips.
After cleaning up and getting dressed, we make it downstairs. “What are your plans today?” I pull bacon and eggsfrom the fridge. Trent doesn’t answer me. When I turn around, he’s biting his lip. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve got to go back to London. I need to speak to the head of my school and get the house on the market.”
Does he mean today? After last night and this morning, can he just get in his car and leave? “Today?”
He shakes his head, and relief floods me. “No, but this week. The school term is about to start, so I need to give the head my answer. Is that okay?”
Is he asking me for permission, or is this confrontational? “Of course it’s okay. You don’t need my permission to go.” A thought comes to mind. “Do you want me to come with you?” As much as it would be good for us to get away together, the work on the nursery and the house needs my attention.
“Really? I thought you had a busy week ahead of you. I know you want to be part of the house build. It’s important to you.”
He surprises me by not immediately shutting me out. He’s right. I do want to be on-site, but not as much as I want to make him happy. I know he’s worried about facing his parents after a summer of silence, and if they’re as toxic as he and Merrick say, I don’t want him to confront them by himself. They may not agree with his life choices, but he has a right to live his true life, and if I have to stand next to him to give him confidence, then that’s what I’ll do. “It’s not as important as you.”
He blinks a couple of times, his eyes bright and glassy with wetness. When he steps close and wraps his arms around my waist, I pull him against me. “Thank you,” he whispers. “I’ll think about it, work out when the best time to go is. You can make your mind up then.”
I kiss the top of his head. We untangle ourselves, and I get back to cooking breakfast.
“Do you want to come down and take a tour of the nursery?” It’s been a while since he’s been there, thanks to Merrick and the amount of painting Trent’s been doing. I think he’ll be impressed with the progress.
The huge mouthful of bacon prevents him from speaking. He chews and swallows. “I’d love to. I feel guilty for not being there more. I promised you I’d help, then stopped. I could blame Merrick for all the pressure he’s put me under, but it’s on me, and I’m sorry.”
“Hey, there’s nothing to be sorry for. Your exhibition is way more important than helping me out. I get it. Not to worry.”
Trent gives me a nod, but I don’t think he’s feeling any less guilty. We finish breakfast and clean up.
“Do you want to walk?” Trent asks as we step out the front door. It’s still warm, but I’ve got a vehicle full of tools and other crap that I need on the plot.
When we pull up into the lane leading to the nursery, Trent gasps in surprise at the cleared hedges and much wider road. “When did all this get done?”
“A couple of weeks ago. Ivan came along to help. We tackled it in a few days. Looks good, doesn’t it?”
“If you did this in two days, I can’t wait to see the rest of it.”
Pride swells in my chest as we reach the gate. After unlocking it, I drive through and into my private, for now, paradise. The grounds are clear, and the growing plots tilled and fertilised. Some have domed cages covering them, allowing the crops to grow without any danger of the foxes and rabbits eating them. There are fruit trees, magnolias, and wisterias, as well as clematis and honeysuckles, all growing for next spring.
The only part that’s not moving as much as I want it to is the house. The old, dilapidated bungalow has gone, but the only sign of a new home is the foundations. To Trent, it’s a huge difference, and as soon as the engine is off, he’s out of his seat.
“Show me everything,” he says. I smile at his enthusiasm and hop out of the cab to follow him.
For an hour, we walk around, his hand in mine as I show him everything, including the plans for the house. As we step through the foundations, I explain how the house is going to be built, or more like put together, and point out which room will be which. I pause at a large space. Finally, I can say what I’ve had on my mind since Drew told Trent he can stay at the cottage. “This will be our bedroom.” I hold my breath.
“It’s wonderful,” he says.
