His onyx eyes sparked with hope. “Really?”
“Have I ever lied to you?”
“Whoop!” he hollered, bounding out of the driver’s seat, slamming the heavy door. He jogged up the stairs two at a time and then stopped in front of his dad. He was a pretty tall kid, but Trent was bigger, and it did something to my heart to see Trav tip his head back and smile up at him.
Trent’s mouth moved, and then Travis nodded. They pounded it out, and Trav went inside, leaving the front door wide open.
Clearly, he didn’t pay the electric bill.
The second he disappeared, Trent rotated, our eyes met, and my stomach dipped.
We stayed like that for long moments, him at the top of the stairs and me leaning against the car while early autumn air mixed with the end of summer sun, creating a seasonal tug of war between us.
The invisible tether connecting us pulled eagerly, but I stayed rooted in place, wanting to anticipate him just a moment longer.
God, I love him.He was practically my definition of love.
His head tilted just a little, and I pushed off the car and strode forward, breaking into a jog and bounding up the stairs. He opened his arms, and I leaped into them, wrapping my legs around his narrow waist and my arms around his neck.
This is exactly where I belong.
A deliciously deep growl vibrated his throat, and he turned, pinning me against the side of the house. “Baby,” he rumbled before capturing my mouth in a possessive kiss.
I gripped his wide shoulders. The warmth of his bare skin seeped into my palms, raring to life the infinite hunger I had for him. Gliding down, I delved beneath the edges of his damp tank, fingertips slipping across sweat-slicked skin. I swear this man only got sexier with age. Beneath the tank, I palmed his defined pecks, groping every inch and smearing the sweat gatheredbetween them. His body shifted, hand coming up to collar the back of my neck and squeeze. The ownership in that action drew a needy sound right out of me.
He smirked, the arrogant bastard, but I didn’t call him on it because he gave me no time. The smirk slipped away the second his mouth claimed mine. The kiss was deep but slow and deliberate, making my thoughts go fuzzy and heat pulse through my veins. My fingers sank into his rippling back muscles, and I arched closer, his hand moving to cradle the back of my head while he bulldozed what was left of my thoughts with his skilled tongue.
Growling, Trent ripped his mouth free to kiss across my stubbled jaw, making low noises of appreciation and latching on to my neck. I hissed at the pleasure-pain combo when he sucked deep, rocking my hips into his midsection for some friction on my rigid dick.
He released my neck and lifted his head, and I fell onto him, feral, with a growl of my own, pushing my face into his neck to breathe deep the musky scent of sweat. When that wasn’t enough, I dragged my tongue over his salty and sticky skin, humming with satisfaction.
Grunting, Trent yanked my hair, forcing my head up so he could kiss me again, this time more urgently than the last.
“It’s a good thing we don’t have neighbors because they’d have called the cops by now.” Braeden’s voice cut into the desire binding us.
Trent’s lips gentled, and I made a disgruntled, almost desperate sound because I wasn’t ready to let him go. His smile was wolfish when he came back, our lips meeting again. I pushed closer, forgetting all about Braeden.
“You ever thought about doing OnlyFans?”
He was like a gnat, always hovering. Annoying everyone.
Trent laughed, the movement breaking the kiss. Breathless, I glared over his shoulder at my dear brother standing in the open doorway.
He held up his hands defensively. “Just saying, you two love PDA. Might as well make some cash off it.”
“As if Drew would ever let anyone stare at Trent,” Romeo quipped, appearing from inside the house.
Oh, look, an infestation of gnats.
“If the price was right…” B said, letting his words trail away.
I gave them both the finger. “Fuck off.”
Ever since I nearly died all those years ago, we stopped giving a damn about PDA and worrying what people might think about our affection, but Braeden had to be putting whisky in his coffee if he thought I’d ever share Trent.
Mmm, coffee.
“Breakfast is in ten. Better go shower off,” Romeo said. “The girls will complain if you come to the table fresh from a workout.”
