Trevor’s gaze fell to his hand, and watching Skyler touch himself might have been what finally made him lose control. He started to thrust harder, faster, chasing his own pleasure and mumbling what Skyler could barely make out to be, “Mine, mine, mine.”
Skyler worked himself over faster to keep up, but it was the possessiveness that sent him over the edge, toes curling as white-hot pleasure spilled out of him.
Because it was true. Skyler was Trevor’s. And he would never be anyone else’s.
That was a better feeling than anything else in the world.
Trevor’s rhythm faltered. He looked surprised to find Skyler lying there with come on his stomach. Like he didn’t expect him to actually get off from this.
“Keep going,” Skyler urged once more, even though he was already a bit oversensitive. Now that he’d come, his body wasn’t so happy with the intrusion, but he didn’t care. “I want to watch you fall apart.”
Trevor groaned and fucked into him a few more times, fingers digging into Skyler’s thighs. When Skyler watched the orgasm hit him, it was like watching the happy ending to all his favorite movies all at once.
Trevor collapsed on top of him, getting himself as sticky as Skyler was, but he didn’t seem to care. Eventually, he rolled over onto his back and they lay there beside each other, staring at the hotel ceiling and trying to catch their breath, unable to find the words to say how amazing that was. They were a mess, and the bed was a mess, but it didn’t matter.
Best. Night. Ever.
Chapter Thirteen
Now
TREVOR
TREVOR SORT OF TRIEDto use his dog as an excuse when Skyler asked why he never spends the night. Truthfully, he wants nothing more than to spend the night with Skyler—er—atSkyler’s place. But he’s scared.
Because this new type of relationship they’ve built feels like a house of cards that could topple with one wrong move.
But it’s always been almost impossible for him to say no to Skyler, so he’s on his way over now, Stella’s head sticking out the half-open backseat window. He’s packed a bag for himself and Stella’s bowls and some of her premium organic food that costs a fortune. This might be a bad idea, but he’s doing it.
When he parks at the top of Skyler’s driveway, Stella starts squirming, confused but excited, in the confines of the backseat.
“Now listen,” he says to her as he kills the engine. “I need you to be on your absolute best behavior, because this house is filled with expensive things, and yes, I have the money to replace a lot of them, but I’d rather not have to. Okay?”
The look she gives him doesn’t inspire much confidence. She’s luckily a very mellow dog, but he’s not sure how she’ll react in a new place.
He’s kind of glad to have her with him though. She’s his best friend, and she may be his only comfort if this night turns out to be all sorts of awkward. Grown adults don’t typically have sleepovers with their friends, and this isn’t like years ago when he and Skyler shared a house.
Before Trevor musters up the courage to get out of the car, the front door opens and Skyler steps outside. He waves as he approaches the car and Stella wags her tail furiously, thwacking it against the back of Trevor’s seat.
Pathetic excuse for a German Shepard. What if this man was trying to carjack them?
Granted, Skyler looks less than dangerous with his hair up in a bun, his oversized baby pink sweater, and…Is he wearing fucking leggings?Yup. Black, daisy-print leggings.
Jesusfuckingchrist.
It’s official. Skyler James is trying to kill him.
At least the sweater is long enough to cover what Trevor knows must be a considerable bulge in the front of his pants. Small mercy, that is.
Fuck.
He realizes he’s been rendered useless at the sight of Skyler and all his Skylerness when Skyler pulls open the passenger door, says, “Let me get your stuff,” and starts grabbing things.
Stella jams her long snout in between the passenger headrest and the frame of the car trying to lick his face, andseriously? She’s useless too.
“You don’t have to do that,” Trevor says, regaining control of his faculties. But Skyler’s already got everything and is closing the door with his hip.
Stella starts whining, eager to get out and follow her food. Or maybe follow the pretty stranger, who knows? So Trevor hops out and opens the back door, attaching her leash before he lets her out. She immediately starts tugging him after Skyler, who’s already walking to the house.
