But he knows they can’t do this now. He does his best to keep Trevor’s hands at bay, even when the little whine Trevor lets out goes straight to his dick.
Layla must hear it too, because she whips back around to face forward, quickly jamming her finger into the stereo button to raise the volume. Mike chuckles silently, eyes still trained on the road. Definitely deserves a raise.
When they reach their building, Skyler helps Trevor out of the vehicle and up to the door. Trevor’s clinging to him. He used to call Skyler a koala, but he’s more fitting of the title now.
They stop the elevator on Layla’s floor, and Skyler reluctantly passes Trevor off to Mike so he can walk Layla to her door and get a moment alone with her.
“Will I get to see you again before you leave?” she asks as she fishes her keys out of her purse.
“Yeah, I’m not sure when I’ll go back to L.A. Don’t think I’m ready yet.”
She gives him a sharply appraising look. “So what are you doing? Are you guys—”
“No,” he cuts her off, already knowing where she’s going with this. “We’re not back together, not at all. I would have told you.”
“You’re aware that it totallylookslike you’re back together, right?”
He nods, because yeah. But that’s only because Trevor got drunk tonight. “We’re not though,” he insists. And then, because he can tell his sister anything, and she’ll only tease him when it isn’t something serious, he adds in a slightly pathetic voice, “I don’t know what we’re doing, but I wish I did.”
Her eyes soften. “Sky.”
“I know.”
It’s messy and complicated and could explode in their faces, and he knows that.
“Don’t let him hurt you again.”
“I hurt him too, you know.” God, he hurt Trevor so badly.
“True,” Layla says. “And Trevor’s a wonderful person who doesn’t deserve to be hurt either. But you’re my damn brother, soyou’rewho I’m worried about right now. Just don’t let him hurt you.”
She sounds fierce, so he tells her he won’t. But honestly, he doesn’t think he has any power to stop it. Whatever is going to happen between Trevor and him, good or bad, it’s probably inevitable.
It’s like his entire life’s path was forged the day Trevor Blue stepped into it.
When he gets back in the elevator, Mike offers to come up and help him with Trevor, but Skyler assures him they’ll be fine. So Mike gets off on his floor,and then Skyler digs in his pocket for the penthouse key, which is made more difficult by Trevor reattaching himself to his side.
He’s sure Trevor is so drunk he has no idea what he’s doing when he says, “Let me help you with that,” and snakes his hand down to rub Skyler’s crotch over his jeans.
He jerks his hips backward, but they hit the elevator wall and there’s nowhere else for him to go. He grabs Trevor’s wrist to stop him, and the disappointed look in Trevor’s eyes nearly kills him.
“Don’t you want me?” Trevor asks, voice thick with alcohol and hurt. “I know I’m not as hot as I used to be, but I can still make it good for you.”
Skyler opens his mouth to tell him he’s perfect. He’s perfect and he absolutely doesn’t need to prove anything to him. But before he can get a word out, Trevor drops to his knees, already reaching for Skyler’s fly.
Andshit, this night has really turned into a test of his self-control.
All those lonely nights of jerking off while he replayed images exactly like this one come back to his mind, and to have the real thing here now is almost enough to make him fall to his own knees.
But he can’t let anything happen.
Not like this.
He leans down to hook his hands under Trevor’s armpits and hauls him up to his feet. “We need to get inside.”
“Then can I suck you?” Trevor asks him hopefully.
Fucking hell.
