“So, you’ve never been with a woman before?” he asks curiously. “Even when you were closeted?”

“I wasn’t ever really closeted,” I tell him. “I mean, I kept it pretty quiet at school because…well, I’m sure you remember what school was like. But my parents knew, and some close friends knew—Alastor, obviously.”

Trent eyes me curiously. “Did you guys ever…”

I let out a breath of laughter. “Me and Alastor? That’s sort of a hard one to explain. Let’s just say we…experimented a bit. When we were kids.”

“Kids?”

I shrug. “Like thirteen, fourteen…it wasn’t ever anything serious. Just…hormones I guess.”

“Ah, good old hormones,” he says with a soft laugh. “Why is that hard to explain?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. It can be hard for some people to get that Alastor and I are just friends, even though we’re incredibly close, and we’ve got this ‘history’.” I lift my hand to make air quotes, barely managing to stop myself rolling my eyes. “Jack definitely didn’t like the fact that I’m still friends with the guy who popped my cherry.”

Trent waves a dismissive hand. “Jack and Alastor have their own issues that have nothing to do with you. I wouldn’t read too much into that.”

I can’t deny my curiosity is piqued; it’s obvious Trent knows something I don’t. But now is definitely not the time to open that can of worms.

I shuffle over so I’m practically draped across his chest, staring down at him. “You’re not going to get weird on me now, are you?”

“Nope. But let’s make a rule that there’ll be no more pillow talk about Alastor,” he declares. “Or Jack, for that matter. I don’t want any details.”

I offer a broad grin. “Fair.” Leaning down, I seal my lips over his, sighing into his mouth as his hands come up to run over my body.

He rolls us over so his body is covering mine, his hands roaming, his kisses hungry. And it seems like no time at all before we’re ready to go again. Of course, despite my words of caution from earlier, it doesn’t take much for me to start begging for Trent’s dick again.

So worth it.

15

Trent

I’m not one to brag or anything, but I’m not exactly a stranger to the sensation of waking up with another person’s body draped against me. Of course, this morning is definitely a bit different to all those previous times; Xavier might have a smaller and slighter build than me but that doesn’t change the fact that everything about him is so distinctlymale.I couldn’t possibly pretend otherwise, even if I wanted to.

And I don’t want to.

I don’t know what exactly is going on between us, or how I’m supposed to explain this sudden attraction to a man, but I do know that I definitely don’t regret anything we did last night. And, if I’m being honest, I’m actually amazed at how nice it feels to just lie here cuddling.

I feel him start to stir beside me, and I glance down to see his eyes cracking open. He lets out a sleepy grumble and brings the heel of his palm up to rub first one eye, then the other. Once he’s cleared the sleep away, he gazes up at me with a look bordering on wonder, as though he wasn’t expecting to find me here.

I offer a soft smile. “Morning.”

“Morning. I thought you might have gone back to your own bungalow by now.”

I decide not to ask if that’s his subtle way of letting me know hewantsme to go back to my own bed. If he wants me to leave he’ll have to come out and say it. “I was comfy,” I say simply. “And I’m not exactly bursting with energy after last night’s workout.”

He lets out a breath of amusement. “Fair.”

I lift my hand to brush a few wayward strands of his mousy hair from his face. “How are you feeling?”

He offers a wry smile. “Aren’t I supposed to be asking you that? You’re the one who had sex with a man for the first time last night.”

I grin. “And it was awesome. But I meant your…body. You said you’d be sore today…”

He lets out a soft laugh that lights his whole face. “My arse, you mean? Yeah, it’s pretty tender. But definitely worth it.”

I draw him toward me for a kiss that I’d intended to be soft and sweet, but which quickly turns hungry as Xavier responds with the kind of eager enthusiasm I’m quickly getting addicted to. I slide my hands down his body, slowly trailing over the smooth, heated skin of his back before landing at his arse and giving a firm squeeze. He hooks his leg over my body so he’s lying on top of me, and before long we’re writhing against each other in that same incredible way we were last night.