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“And you have?” I ask with a smile, nudging his side playfully.
“No, but for the most part, I’ve never had any problem telling people how I feel.”
Trey’s long finger traces the side of my jaw and rests under my chin, lifting my gaze to his. His mouth presses softly to mine, and I lean into the kiss, our lips moving against each other. It’s sweet and full of so many unspoken emotions, and it leaves me breathless.
I pull back, and we stare at each other. He’s so beautiful, his eyes a warm amber in the soft ambient light. His messy blond hair has grown longer in the months since I’ve known him, and it falls over his forehead, nearly hiding his brows.
He still looks troubled. “Is that what you think?” he asks finally, his brow furrowing. “That I’m going to get bored? Find another warm body to fuck?” He looks so offended at the thought, I almost laugh. Then he sits up, taking my handsso I follow him until we’re facing each other on the bed. I feel vulnerable as I sit there completely naked, but the intense expression on Trey’s face is so distracting that my self-conscious impulse to cover up is momentarily forgotten.
“I know Link and I are two sides of a very different coin on the surface. He’s broody and handsome and so broken. Hell, he’s a pain in the ass, but we both know he’s worth it. But I’m broken, too, and that’s why we’ve always worked—we understand each other’s pain.”
“Trey…” I start.
“No, please just let me say this before I lose my nerve.” I nod, squeezing his hands. “I joke about it, but over the years, I’ve literally drowned my pain in a lot of vices—drugs, alcohol, sex—I’ve done it all. When I was sixteen, I almost overdosed on cocaine. I thought if I got close enough to death, my parents might come home. But they didn’t. They sent a get-well card to the hospital, and I dealt with so much guilt because my actions scared the shit out of Lincoln and his parents. I quit with the hard drugs after that, and dove dick first into sex.”
I’ve never seen Trey look so serious. He’s always the bright light to my and Link’s darkness, so the gravity in his voice and expression is unnerving.
“So you’re right,” he continues. “I’ve slept with a lot of people indiscriminately, and I never hid that fact. Some rumors were exaggerated, but some were true. I didn’t care.” He brings my hand to his mouth to kiss my fingertips gently. “But I haven’t looked at another girl—or guy—since the night you walked into our party and stole my fucking heart.”
My breath catches at his words.
“When I’m with you, Charlie, I feel like I can do anything, be anything. You make me want to be a better person. And it’s not just me. You make Link a better person, and that alone had me falling for you way faster than I ever expected becauseI love him. And I love you. So fucking much. And yeah, I never expected to share either of you, but here we are.” His eyes redden and he clears his throat. “You’re mine. Do you understand? You’re it for me, baby. But we’re not whole without Link. You and him are cut from the same cloth, and he gives you something I can’t. That fucking kills me. But I understand, and I’ll always choose you.We’llalways choose you.”
I kiss him—forcefully, passionately—pushing my hands against his chest until we both fall to the bed. I taste the salty tang of tears, and I have no idea if they’re his or mine.
Then I pull back, our ragged breathing and pounding heart beats filling the silence in the room.
“I love you, too,” I whisper.
His eyes are wide and wild as they search mine, and then his lips crash onto mine, his hands holding my face like he never wants to let go. His bare cock rocks against my clit, the skin silky smooth and hot as it slides against my wet folds. I moan into his mouth, my pussy already aching for him.
“Trey,” I pant. “Fuck me. Now.”
He doesn’t disappoint, his hooded eyes perusing my body with unfiltered lust. He thrusts inside me with one strong movement, filling me to the brim and holding himself so deep it feels like he might split me in half. He stills, panting, our sweat mingling. He buries his face in my neck, biting and licking.
I whimper and growl, shifting my hips, wanting him to move, and he chuckles against my skin. “Baby, if I start thrusting now, Iwilllose my cool, and I won’t be gentle as I fuck you into oblivion.”
“Do it,” I practically growl, digging my nails into his back, marking him. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
With a roar, Trey pulls back and lets go, driving his cock into me, as promised, with brutal force. I scream out, pleasure radiating from my core and through every inch of my body aseach of his frenzied thrusts push me closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for me, Charlie. Come all over my dick.”
Wave after wave of my orgasm crashes over me, the aftershocks blacking out my vision as my pussy spasms and clenches around Trey’s cock.
“Fuuuccckkk,” he groans, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of my body as he chases his own release, his dick pulsing inside me.
And then we both collapse.
It wasn’t what I’d call love making, but it was perfect.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
CHARLIE
With the semester in full swing, I’ve been pretty busy between school, Trey, and the theater. Lincoln and I have resigned ourselves to the fact that we can’t really avoid each other—we’re in the same classes, part of the same friend group, and we work together—so my life is just a delightful mix of awkwardness as February passes. We talked right after Trey and I made up, but he just reiterated that he needed a bit more time to sort out his feelings. Self-loathing is his specialty, and right now, he’s got it in spades. I have noticed him genuinely smiling more with other people. It makes me both happy and sad, and honestly a little jealous.That used to be my smile.
Matt seems to enjoy that Lincoln and I aren’t talking, which doesn’t really surprise me. He’s not, however, happy that Trey and I are still close. He didn’t take the bait when I sent him a few antagonizing text messages, but none of use like the idea of provoking him in person, so I’ve been extra vigilant about avoiding Matt around campus. However, as I’m walking through the hall on my way to the cafeteria, a strong arm pulls me into a storage closet. At first, I assume it’s Trey, but the hand is clammy and the person’s scent is all wrong. My heart hammers with fearas the light above me flickers on and I look into Matt’s pale blue eyes.
