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I arch an eyebrow. “You’re looking very proud of your- self. Is this what happens whenever you give one of your friends a live sex show?”
He lets out a soft laugh. “I was quiet as a mouse. You were the one moaning like a back-alley whore.”
My face flames and my nerves tingle, as though I can’t decide whether to feel humiliated or turned on. Bloody hell, I’m a mess. “You’re an arse,” I tell Alastor, but there’s not much heat in it.
He flashes that infuriating grin again and drops his lips to mine for a soft kiss that quickly turns heated. Before I can get completely swept away in the kiss, however, he pulls away and drags his lips to my ear. “You loved it.”
Fuck. He’s right. I did. Not wanting to analyse that fact too closely, I draw his mouth back to mine for more hungry kisses. And that’s how we spend the time until our alarms go off; all in all, not the worst thing to be woken up early .
I CALL Trent back on my way to work, figuring he’s owed an apology sooner rather than later.
“I hope this isn’t a butt dial,” he says wryly upon answering.
“No, it’s not. And I’m alone now. Sorry about earlier.”
“A heads up would have been good,” he says with a chuckle.
I roll my eyes. “I didn’t know he was going to start sucking me off while I was on the phone.” Although in hindsight, I really should have. It’s exactly the kind of thing Alastor would do. Not just to annoy the hell out of me, but because he gets genuinely turned on by other people watching and listening to him having sex.
“That’s kind of a dick move,” Trent says, and in typical Trent fashion, he doesn’t sound annoyed, just mildly bewildered.
“It definitely is,” I agree and can’t help letting out a snort of amusement. I have no idea when Alastor’s dickish tendencies started to amuse me, but there you have it. He still aggravates the hell out of me, but in a kind of endearing way. In a way that makes me want to jump on top of him and kiss the life out of him. It’s ridiculous. And no doubt incredibly dysfunctional.
“I didn’t realise you were seeing anyone,” Trent comments. “When did that happen?”
“Uh...recently. It’s not serious.” Even as I say the words, it feels like a lie. I’m not sure why that should be, though. This thing with Alastorisn’tserious—is it? I mean, we don’t even like each other. Or, at least, we didn’t...I’m not really sure what to think now though. “Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.”
“Have you ever...like, has there ever been a time when you thought you felt one way about a person but then something happened, and you realised you felt another way about them?”
Trent lets out a wry chuckle. “Hell yeah. That’s exactly what happened with Xav.”
I realise for the first time that I’m actually curious to know how Trent and Xavier got together. I’ve never wanted to know that before. The mere thought has always been too painful to me. “How do you mean?” I ask.
“Well, I always thought I was straight, remember?” “Yeah, I remember,” I say dryly.
He laughs softly and continues. “I just thought of Xav
as a mate. I was actually pretty hell-bent on being his wing man and finding him a rebound guy. But then one night we’d had a few cocktails and...he kissed me. And I liked it. And I guess everything just changed from there. There was no going back.”
“Huh.” I’m not sure how relevant that story is to my situation; I mean, Xav and Trent never hated each other. But one thing is the same: there’s no going back for us either .
Alastor
I’m startingto hate Trent.
Okay, maybe ‘hate’ isn’t exactly the right word. But every time I hear his name I get this weird twisting feeling in my gut that makes me want to punch something.
Lately, I’ve been feeling more and more like Jack ismine. Not just mine for sex, but mine in other ways too. I don’t really know how that happened considering only a few weeks ago the mere sight of his face was enough to make me want to run in the other direction, but he has a hold on me now and I can’t seem to shake it. I just wish I didn’t have to compete for his attention with the so-called ‘love of his life.’
I know it wasn’t the most mature thing in the world to start giving Jack head while Trent was on the phone, but it was like this competitive instinct in me took over and I needed to claim Jack’s attention for myself. And when he forgot about the call to focus on me, it felt like I’d scored a major victory. It was kind of heady.
And the worst part is, I can’t even hate Trent properly because he’s such a bloody nice guy. The whole situation is just annoying as fuck.
“How the hell can you watch stuff like this and still want to go in the water?” I ask Jack, staring wide-eyed at the massive shark swimming across the TV screen.
We’re just chilling at his place watching YouTube clips on his giant TV. We spent the past hour watching some DIY fails at my suggestion, and now we’ve moved onto sharks.
