He tugs me closer, his lips near my ear. “I think you’re right. Did you enjoy it, brat? Letting that man touch what he’ll never have?”
“And why won’t he?” I ask breathlessly.
Trevor’s eyes find mine, the openness there flooring me. “You know why. I’m yours.”
My inhale stutters. “When do you get off work again?”
“Another half hour. Wait here with me?”
I nod, stepping aside as a few people pass on their way out the door. Trevor keeps me close for the rest of the night, tucked against his side or between his legs. The minutes pass at an absolute crawl.
But when the brunette leaves with his friends, his eyes catching mine for only a second before flicking away? I see it. The envy in his gaze.
And healthy or not, I revel in it.
Chapter 12
Trevor
Isaac fumbles with the lock at the door before letting us in, his shaking hands having nothing to do with being inebriated and everything to do with how on edge he’s been all night.
There are cups scattered around the kitchen, music still drifting through the walls. Whatever party was happening here seems to have migrated upstairs.
Isaac tugs me past the mess without a word, his cheeks bright as he leads me up the staircase to the second floor. We pass one cracked bedroom door, but the rest are shut, Isaac’s included. He uses another key to get in, and then he’s shoving me toward what I assume is his bed.
I find the mattress with one hand before sitting, Isaac scampering onto my lap. There’s no coaxing as his mouth meets mine, only demand for what we both know we’ve been heading toward for days. Isaac tastes sweet, like the soda he was drinking, and he doesn’t waste a second before grinding down on my lap, pleasuring himself with whatever toy he left the house wearing.
The thought of it is almost too much. Isaac playing with himself before our date. Wanting a reminder of what he hoped would come.
I slip my hand around to his ass as his tongue duels with mine. The moment I apply pressure against what I assume is aplug, Isaac keens. His mouth goes slack, his hips rolling against me before he drops his face to my neck, tasting the skin there. Nipping. Licking. His ass grinding against my hand.
“You wanna get off like this, Red? Riding my hand? Because I can make that happen.”
“No,” he breathes, but he doesn’t stop his squirming. “You said… Your mouth. And I…”
He breaks off with a groan, sliding off my lap to reach for something near the wall. The next second, a lamp illuminates the space, letting me see Isaac’s freckles and his fiery red hair as he seats himself on the bed.
He points to the middle of the room. “There. Please.”
Raising a brow, I stand and head to the spot indicated.
He nods before flicking his hand. “Off.”
Understanding what he’s asking for, I slowly reach for the hem of my shirt. “This?”
He nods again. “Let me see.”
There’s a smirk on my face when I lift my shirt over my head, letting the fabric fall to the floor. Isaac pulls in a breath, the force of his gaze a heady fucking thing. His eyes dart from my chest to my stomach to my arms, not seeming to settle for any length of time.
It’s the first time he’s seeing the extent of my tattoos.
He takes his time looking before nodding down to my pants. “Those, too.”
I slowly flick the button open and lower the zipper. Isaac tracks every movement, his gaze following the descent of my jeans to the floor, his mouth ajar as he takes in the ink covering my legs. I toss my pants aside, followed by my socks.
“And…those,” Isaac says, his voice a rasp.
I slip my thumbs under the band of my boxer briefs. Isaac seems to hold his breath as he waits for the material to disappear.I drag it slowly down, my half-hard cock popping free as the waistband clears the tops of my thighs.
