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The trust she’s bestowing in me slams into me and nearly knocks all the breath from my lungs. I must show some kind of shock because Tristan leans over and whispers, “You okay?”
“Yep,” I say, but it sounds hoarse, probably because I’m having trouble breathing right now as I watch Becka. I have a perfect view of her from my position. I can see her hands clenched at her sides and her legs crossed in a weak attempt to diminish the pleasure.
No way, baby girl. Not today. Today you’ll feel it all.
Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside her.
The host wraps up the interview and gives us five minutes to take a break before we need to set up for the performance portion. I immediately ditch the guys and head straight for Becka. Robbie meets me halfway—no doubt going to check the setup because he’s just that great—and stops me, saying, “I think Becka might be sick. She seems a little flushed and uncomfortable.”
I fight back a laugh. I’ll bet she is. I pat him on the back. “Thanks, man. I’m going to take care of it right now.”
I don’t wait to see his reaction. I reach Becka, grab her hand, and drag her to the back of the store, finding the employee bathroom. I guide her inside, then close and lock the door. She immediately pounces on me the second I turn around.
“You better turn this thing off or turn it the fuck up because I need to come desperately,” she says in between kisses.
I grab the back of her neck and hold her to my mouth, plundering hers with my tongue. She moans deliciously and grinds her body against mine as she straddles my leg. In this position, I can faintly hear the vibe, but I can definitely feel it as she grinds against me seeking release.
Deciding she’s—okay,we’ve—suffered enough, I unbutton her pants and slide my hand inside her panties, growling at how slick she is, and then start rubbing her clit until she’s coming, her chest heaving with breathy pants and sweat glistening at the edge of her hairline. She comes a second time almost right on top of the first before I grab the remote from my pocket with my free hand and turn off the vibe.
She immediately sags against me, her body limp and tired, while my cock is harder than it’s ever been. I kiss her dewy forehead. “Have I told you lately how sexy you are?”
“No,” she says, still trying to catch her breath. “But feel free to start any time.”
I bark out a laugh and then hug her close. I love having her here with me, and I love the fact that she was willing to be this adventurous with me. I know it’s out of her comfort zone, and her trust means everything.
She pulls away and looks up at me, her eyes shining with contentment that I suspect matches mine. “What about you?”
“I’ll be fine until we get to my place after this and I can ravage you properly.”
“You sure? I could give you a bathroom blowjob. I’ve never done that before either.” I have to smile at her willingness, but I don’t want her this way in some dirty bathroom. I want her on a bed where I can take all the time in the world giving her more pleasure than she knows what to do with.
“I won’t turn down a blowjob later, but this was all I wanted.” I brush her hair away from her face and run my fingers through the brown strands.
“Trent?”
“Yeah?”
Her eyes are shining, and her lips are tilted up in a smile. “Thank you.”
She doesn’t have to say it, but I know she’s not just thanking me for the orgasms. She’s thanking me for pushing her, for knowing her, for wanting her.
Truth is I think I’ve always wanted her. Now I’m just making up for lost time.
27
Something’s going on with Will.
He’s avoiding my calls, and I’m desperate to tell him about Trent. I thought eight months of keeping Trent a secret was hard, but after spending two weeks with him and rarely spending any time apart, I’m dying to finally tell my brother.
Everything with Trent feels different than it has with other guys. We spend every night together, making dinner together, watching TV together, having leg-shaking sex together. It feels perfect. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this happy.
Which also scares me, but I’m trying not to sabotage this. I know it’s my insecurities that are making me feel scared, and I refuse to let them ruin what finally feels like a solid and healthy relationship. I’ve continued to see my therapist, and while things still feel like they’re improving at a snail’s pace, they are, in fact, improving. I’ll take progress, no matter how small.
But part of that progress also means I need to finally admit to my family that Trent and I are a thing, and I feel like I need to tell Will first, especially given how close we all were growing up. I don’t want him to feel weird about this or disapprove of my relationship. But I can’t tell him if he doesn’t answer his fucking phone.
So I decide to go to his house. If he won’t answer his phone, then he’s going to have to see me face-to-face. And he can’t keep me out of his house since I have the spare key. Trent wanted to come—because he feels like we’re in this together and should talk to Will at the same time—but he got pulled away for an emergency band meeting, and I didn’t want to wait any longer. I feel like I’ve waited too long as it is.
I knock, but when he doesn’t answer, I use my spare key and am immediately overwhelmed by the stench in his living room. Rex comes running over to me, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, and I look around Will’s living room in absolute shock. There are beer cans everywhere, takeout boxes, and a lump on the couch that I slowly realize is my brother.
