"Okay." I cocked my head, more suspicious now that I could almost see canary feathers clinging to Trevor's lips. "With what?"
"Just a supplement injection," Doc said innocently. "I gave him the first one. He'll be ready for the next just after moonrise."
I shrugged. Something still seemed off, but I was relieved that that was all he needed me to do.
Back at the house, the boys were fast asleep and their babysitter was crashed out in our – inTrevor's- bed.
"I don't want to wake Beth," Trevor said as we caught sight of her through the open blinds. "Can I stay with you until sunset?"
"Sure," I agreed, reminding myself that I was an Alpha. I could absolutely control my urges. That lasted a full thirty seconds before the wind picked up.
The breeze was blowing toward us, drowning me in Trevor's scent as I followed him down the trail, making my dick harden and my mouth water. There wasn't anything I could do to stop the rush of pheromones that thickened my scent. I also couldn't miss the answering change in Trevor’s. I bit my lip until I tasted blood and began running through random math calculations in my head, but the distractions weren't enough. Especially when we walked in and Trevor immediately began to strip, dropping clothes in a haphazard path as he headed for the bathroom.
"Gods, I am dying for a shower," he sighed, looking at me. "You don't mind, do you?"
Staring at Trevor stark naked, all of that soft skin on display and his dick hard and pulled up tight against his stomach, all I could do was shake my head and hope I wasn't drooling.
"Thanks." He sashayed away, a slight swing to his sweet ass as he went. I was still standing shell-shocked in the living room when he poked his head out the bedroom door. "Would you mind scrubbing my back?" His voice was quiet, almost shy, and there was a faint blush on his cheeks.
"Sure," I agreed, clearing my throat when my voice seemed too high and trying again. "Sure, I will. I'll be right there."
He disappeared back into the bathroom, and I gave myself a minute to recover and a pep talk. I could do this. I'd bathed many of my brothers-in-arms when they'd been wounded. Hell, I'd even bathed my actualbrother once or twice through the years when he'd gotten shitfaced and puked on himself. There was no reason that I couldn't wash Trevor's back with the same detachment. My inner voice didn't even bother to argue. It just laughed at me. When Trevor called out to me that he was ready, I squared my shoulders and took the figurative plunge.
"There you are," Trevor's voice was a throaty purr as he turned his back to me, braced his hands against the shower wall and spread his legs shoulder width for stability. Water beaded up and ran down as the lean muscles flexed under his flawless skin. "Clint?" He looked over his shoulder at me when I didn't answer. "Um..are you going to take off your clothes? You'll get all wet otherwise."
I didn't answer. I was too busy staring at that perfect round ass.
"Clint?" There was a definite touch of amusement in his voice now.
"Right." I forced my eyes up and reached for the buttons on my shirt, reminding myself that I could do this.
Stepping into the warm spray, I reached for the washcloth that was hanging from the hook in the corner, but Trevor stopped me with a shake of his head.
"Can you use your hands instead? My skin is pretty sensitive lately."
Fuck. Me. If I didn't know Trevor as well as I did, I'd almost think he was egging me on intentionally. I groaned internally and shushed my wolf who was actively celebrating us getting to touch Trevor's wet, naked body as I lathered the strong homemade soap between my palms.
When Trevor had asked me to scrub his back, I had assumed that the physical contact was going to be the ultimate test of my strength. I was wrong. Son of a bitch was I wrong. The real test of my strength was having to try and ignore the soft sounds of pleasure that escaped his lips as my soapy hands slid over his skin. The low, growling moans. The breaths that caught in his throat when I touched a particularly sensitive spot. The whimpers as he canted his hips back seeking friction against my body. It was the most frustratingly sensual experience of my life.
Until, that is, ten minutes later.
Once Trevor was scrubbed down and rinsed clean, I backed out of the shower and quickly wrapped a towel around my waist. Likethatwas going to hide my monster hard-on from him when he turned around.
"I'm gonna grab a drink. You want anything?"
"Oh, a bottle of water would be great," Trevor muttered through the water that was sluicing over his face.
I waited in the kitchen until I heard the shower shut off. Then I waited a few minutes longer to be sure that Trevor was either dressed or under the covers before heading to the bedroom with his water.
I was still patting myself on the back for my epic self-control when I walked in, I saw that I'd been wrong again. Trevor hadn't dressed. He wasn't under the covers. He was bent over the foot of the bed, legs spread, with two slender fingers buried deep in his ass. The water bottle slid from my hand and bounced across the floor, the sound muffled by the plush carpet.
"Oh, good. You're back." Trevor's voice was deep and needy. "Come give me a hand?"
Chapter Nine
Trevor
"Uh…Trev?" Clint's voice was several octaves higher than normal. "What..what are you doing?"
