#Rev (GearShark #2) (6 page)

“Right there,” I whispered and arched into him more.

I didn’t want him to stop, but he did. Not all at once, but gentling so it was just a soft kiss before lifting his head.

“More, T,” I demanded, refusing to let go of his head.

He chuckled briefly against my skin but then pulled back. “You’re going to have a bruise for a week, man. No more.”

It wasn’t enough.

Trent pushed up off me, his body stiff, his movements controlled.

“
Fuck
,” I swore. I was supposed to be taking care of him right now, not demanding shit.

“I’m fine.” He started to laugh, but it turned into a gasping kind of cough.

Quickly, I slid out from beneath him and wrapped an arm around his waist, offering to take some of his weight as he settled back against the pillows.

“I’ll get more ice,” I said once he was still, and I reached for the towel.

“No,” he caught my hand. “Stay here.”

Guess I wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to let him out of my sight tonight.

I palmed the first aid kit and rummaged around, finding one last cold pack. I held it up like it was a trophy before rolling it around between my hands and bursting open whatever it was inside that made it cold.

Once it was applied to the black-and-blue part of his side, I left the bed again to change out of my jeans and into a pair of gym shorts.

I wasn’t shy about it either. In fact, I felt his eyes when I fished around for shorts, so I tossed them on the bed and began unbuckling my jeans, almost like I was giving him a show.

Okay, not almost. I was.

I wanted to tempt him. I wanted to torture him a little. Make him see what he was trying to give up.

My thumbs hooked into the waistband, and I pushed down the material. I had to give it an extra tug to get them past my junk, which was still rock hard from him straddling my hips.

Even across the room, I felt the smolder in his gaze. His eyes locked on the most evident part of my desire and held.

Anyone who said cocks didn’t have a mind of their own were liars. Sure, most of the time, they only thought about sex and pleasure, but never as much as when the person who won their loyalty was within reach.

Yeah, loyalty.

My dick was a loyal fellow.

No, you may not call him Lassie.

I was positive, even after tonight, tomorrow my body would only respond to Trent. It was only him I would want.

Realizing that was overwhelming. It was jarring.

In the beginning, it was confusing.

Confusion came from conflict. From not knowing what you wanted. From being unable to
admit
what you wanted.

I might not have been ready to tell my father about the person my heart chose to claim. I might not have even been ready to tell anyone outside this house, but it didn’t make what I was feeling any less true.

Any less real.

I wasn’t confused anymore because I knew.

Trent was absolute.

Hell, my dick was at attention and my boxers looked like a tent as it pointed to him. The jeans hit the floor when I let go, and I glanced at the shorts on the end of the bed.

Just tonight.

Isn’t that what we said?

I wanted so badly to ditch the boxers and slip beneath the sheets completely naked, but I didn’t. It wasn’t because I thought Trent wouldn’t like it (he was a guy; of course he would like it), but because he was hurting and now wasn’t the time for messing around.

Even if all he was determined to give us was one more night.

I reached for the shorts, suddenly feeling incredibly grumpy.

“Can you hit the light? My fucking head hurts,” Trent remarked.

I dropped the clothes and crossed to the light switch. The room went into shadows but wasn’t completely dark because the lamp on my side of the bed was still on. I reached for it, too.

“Leave that one.” He stopped me.

I frowned. “You still got a couple hours before I can give you more pain reliever. Maybe the dark—”

“I want to see you,” he said in a rushed, quiet tone.

I didn’t acknowledge the admission with words, but everything inside me quaked. I’d been with lots of women in my life. Getting one in bed was never a problem for me. I drove fast, had dimples and blue eyes… Plus, I was good in bed.

I wasn’t being arrogant. Okay, maybe I was.

Even so, it was the truth.

So obviously, I’d had some good sex. My body understood what pleasure felt like.

But never before had I ever felt such a physical reaction to a person. No woman ever made my insides dip and tumble. No woman ever made my fingers shake and my breathing unsteady.

And it wasn’t just when we were in bed.

All it took was the sound of his voice. A look. A single gesture.

Trent possessed some kind of ability to turn me inside out with the greatest of ease.

That’s how I felt just then. Turned inside out. Shaken, not stirred. All because he wanted to look at me.

It was borderline insane.

But it was the best goddamned feeling I’d ever known.

“Careful.” I spoke quietly and gripped the blankets to peel them down the bed. His legs were over them, and I had to slide them from beneath his body. When his hips thrust upward making room for the blankets to move, my sight zeroed in on the rock-solid bulge beneath his tight red boxer briefs.

The way the fabric molded to his shaft, I could see the slightly larger head on the tip, and it made my mouth run dry.

I cleared my throat and forced my eyes away, back up to his face. He wasn’t watching me, but trying to disguise a grimace as he settled back against the mattress. A few curse words dropped into the air between us. I jetted forward and slid my arm and some of my shoulder beneath him. Almost instantly, he relaxed against me, allowing me to support all his considerable weight.

It was a weight I would bear willingly.

I’d bear it forever if he let me.

The thought was kind of like a bitch slap to the face. Sharp and stinging. Sometimes the truth hurt. Sometimes it took something heinous to really make everything completely clear.

I’d already known I was in love with T.

I’d fought my feelings for a long time.

We’d even begun exploring who we were to each other… And now he was hurt.

Beaten and aching.

The roughed-up shape he was in made everything so incredibly clear.

I wanted him. For now. For always.

Trent would always be my ultimate adrenaline rush. Not even a car or racetrack could beat him. He’d crossed the finish line in my heart a long time ago.

“I love you.” It came out like it was the first time I’d said it. Hell, it almost still felt like the first time.

Trent affected me profoundly. I wondered if I would ever get used to loving him or if it would always astonish me.

“Drew…” Trent warned, his voice wobbly and apprehensive.

My back and shoulder hit the headboard, but instead of easing my arm and side from underneath him, I settled back farther and spanned my fingers out at his waist, gently pushing so he would relax against me.

He did. He let me hold him. It was one of the first times we’d sat like this, with him in my arms this way. It was incredible to hold the very thing you loved most in your arms, to have it so close.

“Say it,” I whispered. “Please, frat boy.”

His back expanded against my chest when he inhaled. “I love you.”

My eyes closed, and I was glad he couldn’t see my face. I was the strong one right now, but his words… they broke me down.

My lips dropped, and I kissed the top of his shoulder as I softly looped my other arm around his waist so he was encircled.

We leaned our heads together and sat quietly while I listened to his breaths, silently making sure he was okay.

A few minutes later, he spoke. “It doesn’t change anything.”

I knew what he meant. I wanted to yell and put another fist through the wall. But I didn’t move. I sat there calmly and held him.

How did I do it?

I realized.

I felt.

Beneath all the anger, I was calm. Calm because there was no way in hell our love wouldn’t win out. We’d already been to hell and back just to make it to our first kiss.

Just because I wasn’t confused anymore didn’t mean Trent wasn’t. He was battling inside himself. He was battling against the past and his future.

“We’re not going to talk about that tonight.” I stroked a hand across his hip.

Tonight wasn’t caught up in the past or the future. Tonight was just the present.

And presently, I was going to love him.

Gingerly, I moved out from beneath him to pull up the covers around his legs. It wasn’t lost on me his cock was still hard (I had that effect on him), and I knew from experience (he had the same effect on me) it was probably painful.

He was already in a lot of pain, but this kind of pain I could ease.

I released the blankets. My fingers moved up the top of his thigh and past the hem of his boxers. His breath caught when they kept gliding, angled toward his erection.

The second the weight of my palm covered it, he moaned. My fingers wrapped around it, performing a single jerk. A breath hissed between his lips.

“This too much for you right now, frat boy?” I whispered.

His eyes blazed with golden highlights and the heat of a thousand flames. He shook his head once, then said nothing at all.

I moved to my knees to carefully work the boxers down over his hips and legs. I threw them across the room, glad to be rid of the barrier between us, and dipped my head.

I wasted no time, but latched right on. With one hand fisted at the base of his rod I held him while I took him deep into my mouth. Trent shuddered, and I paused, leaving him deep inside my throat before slowly dragging my lips up. I kept up the same rhythm for a while. Taking him deep, then slowly letting him go, only to claim him completely all over again.

It was torturous. For him and for me.

His hand fisted in my hair and his other a pillow. When he started squirming impatiently, I changed tactics, not wanting him to move around too much. I released his shaft and climbed between his legs so I could gently massage his sack.

I loved the softness of the skin there, the delicate, vulnerable flesh. A man’s balls were the most sensitive spot on his entire body. The urge to protect them was built in. The urge to cradle T’s in my palms and take them lovingly between my lips was intense.

So I did.

He trusted me here, at this point on his body. I cupped them and kissed them. I suckled the skin until they tightened up with the need to release.

Occasionally, as I worked his balls, I rubbed his cock. I stroked it, teased it, and I fondled his head.

The sounds of pleasure he made only spurred me on and fueled my desire to give him bliss, to show him just how all in I really was.

I pulled back slightly, wrapped my hand completely around his dick, and began slowly jacking him. His hips rocked upward, and a low moan rumbled in his chest. I anchored my free hand around his hips and held him against the bed.

My tongue caressed its way down his taint and then circled around his puckered hole. His legs went stiff, and I licked again, this time fully, completely over his entrance.

My name broke through the silence of the room, and I stroked his cock again. On either side of my head, his legs began to tremble, and I took it as a sign to keep going.

We’d played around back here before; this wasn’t the first time.

But this was the first time I was going full throttle with it, no hesitation, no asking… just straight to the tongue action.

Judging by the way his hand was flexed on the mattress, I would say he approved.

I made a sound, a gruff, satisfied tone, because I wanted him to know I liked this, too. I wasn’t just doing it because I wanted to make him happy.

I did want to make him happy.

But this was also for me. Just like the mark he’d sucked onto my chest. It might be his pleasure right now, but these were my memories. Memories sustained even when pleasure waned.

His body relaxed into my caressing, and I used the tip of my tongue to explore his rim. The nerve endings here were sensitive and easy to please. I was surprised at the amount of full-blown pleasure a man could get from having his ass caressed by a tongue and fingers.

I wouldn’t lie. It certainly made me curious as to what it would feel like to have Trent breach my body. The more I thought about it, the more intimate it seemed. No one had ever been inside me before, not like that.

But I wanted it. I wanted to be inside him, too. I wanted the honor of being the one person on this earth he trusted enough to let inside.