CHAPTER 60
KIAN
“You’re not listening to me, Willow,” I groan into the phone, but her echoing laughter tells me she doesn’t care. She gets off on me being in pain.
Last night with Trent was a dream, and then waking up surrounded by his warmth was like a slap in the face. We were supposed to take this slow. I told my dick no sex. It obviously bent the rules, because I’m not considering what we did last night as sex. That was purely… I don’t even know what to call it. The best rim job of my life? Considering it’s been the only one I’ve ever had performed on me, I don’t have a lot to compare it to. Trent must have been paying more attention to what I used to do to him, and he put those skills to work.
No, no. Do not think of him doing that to other people. It doesn’t matter. It does not matter. There’s no reason for me to be jealous when we are two adults. I’m not the same young boy I was when we first started dating.
Maybe I need therapy. Scratch that, I definitely do. I’ll put that on my five-year to-do list. I think that’s reasonable.
“It seems to me like you were a big baby and ran away,” Willow says.
I blow a raspberry into the phone, because I did not run away this morning when I woke up in a panic. “I didn’t run away . He walked me to the door, and even pressed a kiss against my forehead.”
And multiple across my cheeks, and when I asked him what he was doing he responded with, Kissing each of your freckles. I never thought I’d get the chance again, and I don’t want to waste the chance now.
So sue me. I kept that tidbit away from Willow, because if she got a hint of me falling for the gentle kisses, she would call me a man possessed. I don’t need to hear that right now. I need someone to talk me down off the ledge. This is what I wanted, I think. I wanted Trent back. But what if I don’t know how to keep him this time? He’s so different, and what if he’s changed, and he just leaves me behind because I didn’t change?
“Have you texted him?”
“Not yet. I’m trying to be mysterious. It makes me seem desperate if I message him so soon.” Lies, lies, lies. But Trent’s the one I promised honesty and truth to, not Willow. She’ll survive.
“Sweetie… I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you can’t be mysterious with him. You’ve said it yourself, he knows you even better than you know yourself.”
“I’m not the same kid I was when I left,” I defend myself, not knowing what else to say.
“You've changed, but what you’re made of hasn’t changed at all. And down to your core, you know that. I know you’re scared after everything. But you owe it to yourself to take a chance on this. You haven’t been the same lately…” She trails off, sadness lining her voice.
I inhale deeply and pinch the bridge of my nose, pacing the small hotel room I’ve been occupying. My clean clothes strewn over every available space, my dirty ones in a pile by the bathroom. It’s organized chaos. The same kind of chaos we used to have at our apartments. Does Trent still do the same thing? Of course he doesn’t. If the small sections I saw of his house were any indication, he’s a clean freak now. I didn’t see a speck out of place.
“I know… I’m sorry, Will. I’ve just had a lot going on.”
She makes a pitiful noise across the phone. “You can talk to me, you know. You’re my best friend, Kian. I want to be there for you, but it feels like you’ve been shutting me out. I don’t like it. But when I picked up your phone call today, even mid-panic, you sounded happier than you have in months. That’s all I care about, you being happy. And if Trent makes you happy, go after him. Don’t let him get away. And if he hurts you, I have enough resources to get rid of him. Permanently,” she threatens.
Laughter bursts out of my chest. “One, I’m pretty sure you should never say something like that over the phone. Whoever’s listening will probably put you on a list. And not a good one. Second, speaking of resources, why doesn’t your car have a push to start? I made a fool of myself last night trying to start Trent’s truck.”
“Oh, I get it changed out in my cars. I don’t like push to start. I like the vintage feel of twisting a key in the ignition.”
“I hate you,” I deadpan.
“You loooove me,” she singsongs back, and I do. I can’t argue.
I update her on my modeling shoots, and she asks if I want her to come too. I think on it for a minute, because I would love for Willow to come. She’s always my plus one on the flights provided by the agencies. But another part of me wants to bring Trent, bring him with me to see the world. Even if it is only for the weekend.
“You’ll have to pay for your own plane ticket,” I warn.
“You’re seriously choosing your boyfriend over me?” She mock shrieks.
“He’s not my boyfriend, but yes. I’m going to ask him.” And put myself out there, no matter how much the rejection scares me. But he didn’t decline a date, so maybe he won’t decline to go on a trip with me. It’s a little different, but it won’t cost him any money, so really there’s no reason for him to say no.
“We could just take the private jet,” she suggests, like she does every time, like it’s not a big deal.
“No, we’re not wasting that much gas on the three of us for a weekend trip to California.”
“Technically, it would be more, because there would be us, the pilot, the stewardesses…”
“I’ll text you the flight details,” I say instead of acknowledging her words.
“Fine, fine. Whatever, decline the only perks I have to offer with my friendship.”
“You have so much more to offer, Will.”
She blows a kiss through the phone. “I know, love you. Send me a hot pic of your boy from the back. He has a nice ass in that picture on his Instagram.”
“WILL–” I yell into the phone, but the dial tone tells me she already hung up.
I don’t need to look at his Instagram, I know what picture she’s talking about…
You know what, one peek wouldn’t hurt…
Forty-five minutes later, and my dick is hard and throbbing in my hand while I stare at the picture on my phone. It’s stored in a locked icon with no one having access unless they know the password. And I’m the only one who knows it, so yay me.
Trent is bent over the sink in our bathroom at our last apartment. The countertop is cluttered with hygiene products and every type of hair gel I used to use to get my curls under control. That’s not what has my dick hard.
No, it’s the sight of Trent’s naked ass, and his lustful eyes looking back at the camera through the mirror.
His hard dick is hanging between his legs, the tip red and swollen, with a pearl of precum sitting pretty in his slit. His hole is on display, gaping and wet with a mix of my saliva and watermelon flavored lube. It didn’t taste like watermelon, but it did the job of helping open his hole for me.
Holy heck.
I stroke my dick, from root to tip, tightening my grip as I near the head.
Need pulses in my balls, my ass begging for something in it to make me feel full. I imagine Trent sliding his dick in, not stopping until the front of his thighs meet the back of mine, so deep I can feel him hitting my prostate with every thrust. Moaning in my ear, telling me how good I’m taking his cock. How good my hole feels swallowing his dick whole.
My phone rings in my hand, startling me. The cresting of my orgasm completely disappears, and I want to sob in disappointment.
The name on the screen causes my disappointment to change to panic. I look around the room quickly, quietly. Is someone spying on me? Oh god, is there a creep who put cameras in here and was watching me jerk off? Did they think I was being creepy and maybe they called him?
Wait, what? That’s extremely paranoid, even for me.
I inhale, trying to get my breath under control, and press the answer button on my screen. “Miss me already?”
His chuckle warms my belly. “I sure did, how did you know?” he jokes back.
“Lucky guess.” I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling of the hotel room and leaving my phone propped between my ear and my shoulder. I pick at the dead skin on my nails, and try not to squeal in excitement that he caved and called me first. He obviously wants me.
“What are you doing?” he asks, and I want to roll my eyes in exasperation. Again with the small talk. He had his tongue in my ass last night. He could at least act like we’re more than acquaintances.
“Lying on my hotel bed,” I answer, as blasé as possible .
“Would it be too cheesy to say I wish I was with you?” Trent sounds bashful, and I revel in it. I love seeing this side of Trent. It’s not one that I’ve seen in a long time.
“Come over, then,” I suggest, trying to keep my tone calm.
“Which hotel?” he asks, and my smile widens as my heart thumps harder in my chest.
Oh my god, oh my god. I’m getting butterflies, which is something that has always been there with Trent. They want to overtake my body and fly me away.
I tell him the hotel and the room number.
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes. I have to change and check on Mitch.”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon. Be careful.” The words I love you are on the tip of my tongue, and I have to bite my lip to hold them in.
Well crap, I look around at the mess of the hotel room. Time to get to cleaning.