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“You shouldn’t be surprised. He adores you.”
Adam was Trevor’s shadow in the barn, asking a hundred and one questions and wanted to help with everything. I had to hold him back a few times, both to let Trevor get the job done and to avoid accidents.
“I adore him too. I never thought…”
“Never thought what?”
Trevor’s chest widens on a big in breath. “Never thought I’d have the opportunity to help raise a child. I’ve had hopes that one day Julie will have children and that I can play a part in their lives, but I never expected… I know it’s early days, but…”
“You never expected to be Daddy Trevor.”
“No.” The smirk is back on his face. “Although you may call me Daddy any time you like.”
I clamp my lips shut so I don’t burst out laughing, yet there’s heat low in my belly. There always seems to be heat in my belly when he’s close.
“Want to see where you’ll sleep, city boy?”
I stop breathing as he steps closer. He leans down, picks up the overnight bag by my feet and pauses for a second before he raises. He winks as I’m acutely aware of something else that has risen. I adjust my pants behind his back as he leads me down the corridor, past the guest room, past his room. He opens the door to his parents’ room.
“Trevor?”
“I thought it was time I chase some ghosts. Julie helped me clear it on Sunday.” He laughs awkwardly and drops my bag by the wall. “We had some good chats while clearing it… about Dad and our future and stuff.”
“That’s great, Trevor. And long overdue.”
“Well, yeah.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets and shrugs.
I don’t press him, it’s between him and his sister what they shared. “So, you’ve moved in here?”
“Ah, yeah. Spent the beginning of the week painting it, before Julie came back up yesterday with new curtains and bedsheets and um, we moved my bed in and the dresser and stuff. If you don’t like it, then take it up with my sister. I may be the gay in the family, but that doesn’t mean that I have any fashion or interior decorating skills.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“You like it?” His eyebrows rise while his shoulders drop. I almost laugh at his obvious relief. How can this man who is so sure of himself be insecure about something as trivial as whether I like the curtains?
“I love it. The dark blue against the dark wood is stunning,” I assure him and walk deeper into the room. The curved wooden end of the bed is smooth under my hand. “Is it antique?”
“It’s been around for a while, yes.” Trevor’s confidence is back with my approval, and that confidence is dripping with sexual tension as he steps closer. “It’s also been a while since it had a – how did you so eloquently put it? Fucktest, was it? Yeah, it hasn’t had a fucktest in a while.”
My mouth is dry yet I’m drowning in the intensity of his gaze. “Maybe I could help you with that?” I rasp while trying but failing to play it cool.
“You just may.”
My gaze flicks to the door, and Trevor, who is nearest, walks over to close it.
“He’s on the other end of the hallway. He’ll not hear us.” The big, blue-eyed man leans back against the door, his shoulders as wide as the frame. “Undress for me, city boy.”
My jaw drops, but no argument passes my lips as Trevor raises his eyebrows in challenge.
So I do it.
I should be embarrassed as I slowly drop my clothes, stripping, but the way the hulk of a man’s gaze devours every inch of my body that I reveal, makes me feel powerful, in charge. But the sense of being in control vanishes as he pushes off the door and stalks me. I’m nothing but a puddle of want and need, and my moan is shamefully loud when he grabs my shoulders, pulling me up to meet his demanding lips.
I try to take charge of the kiss, but I should know better. There’s only one man in this room, and I’m his boy, at his mercy and command. He holds my head securely in his palm while his other hand grips my hip, pulling my naked body to him. The coarseness of his clothes rubs against my sensitive skin. Trevor lets go of my mouth and my greedy intake of air falls on a gasp as he bites down on the crook of my neck.
“Even after two hours in the barn, you smell nice,” he mumbles, goosebumps erupting where his hot breath fans over my skin.
“Oh, just admit it, farmer, your favourite cologne is cow shit.”
