“That’s good. Today is your free afternoon, right? Are you, uh…planning on doing any work?”
Trevor’s lips twitch into a smile. “Are you asking if I have any videos to make?”
“Guess so. Not that you have to while I’m here. But…I wouldn’t be opposed to, uh…”
Warm fingers lift my chin, Trevor’s dark eyes catching mine. “Red. Want to watch me hump a pillow until I come?”
“Fuck yes,” I breathe before my brain rallies. “A pillow? Really?”
“Special request,” Trevor says, letting my chin go. He tugs his shirt off as he heads toward his bedroom. “Coming?”
I’ve never moved so fast in my life.
I do come, shortly after Trevor. And as he serenades me with improvised words far more poetic than any pillow-fucking deserves, I realize I could get used to this.
Laughing this much. Smiling until my cheeks hurt.
Feeling like, maybe, everything could be okay after all.
Chapter 30
Trevor
“Healing all right?” my uncle asks.
I nod, finishing off my breakfast before touching one of my freshly pierced ears. “Fine. You’re up early.”
He shrugs, plopping down on the couch in the living room. I bring my dish and silverware to the washer before joining him.
“Everything okay?”
He waves me off. “Yeah, yeah. You know, I’ve been thinking I might take a week of vacation. Go visit those botanical gardens your mom loved. The zoo, maybe. It’s been a while since I’ve had time off.”
I raise an eyebrow. More likenever. I can’t remember my uncle ever taking more than a day off here or there for a doctor’s appointment or because one of us was sick. He’s definitely overdue. I’m just surprised he’s finally acknowledging it.
“You deserve a week or two,” I agree.
He hums, meeting my gaze steadily. “Funniest thing. But lately, there’s been a little more money in my bank account. Less grocery bills. Rent that got paid ahead of time by someone who wasn’t me. Don’t suppose you know anything about that?”
I huff quietly. “Just doing my part.”
“Uh-huh. Do I need to be concerned about where you’re getting the cash? You know I trust you, peque, but your cleaning job doesn’t pay that much. And, as far as I can tell, you haven’t been taking on extra shifts at the bar.”
I nod to myself. Now is as good a time as any to come clean to my uncle. Not that I’m worried, per se, about how he’ll react. But how do you tell the man who raised you that you’ve been supplementing your income with porn?
Leaning back, I find the words to start. “If I told you I’ve had some success in the…adult entertainer industry, and that I plan on carrying that success into a full-time career, how would you feel about that?”
My uncle holds my eye for the longest moment. “You’re being safe?”
I nod.
“And Isaac knows?”
I nod again.
“All right,” he says, gears clearly working. “I suppose I would say you’re someone who’s always known his mind. That you have a good head on your shoulders. So if this is something you want to do, I’ll support you any way I can. With…minimal details on your part, please. I don’t need to know the specifics.”
I chuckle, my chest feeling warm. “Of course. I love you, Raf.”
