CHAPTER 67
KIAN
I tried to talk Trent into coming back up to my hotel room, or going to his house. I’m needy for him right now, and I don’t care how desperate that makes me. I even scope out the back seat of his truck to see if it has enough space for us to both be back there in horizontal positions.
“Eyes facing front, Ki. You are not getting fucked in my back seat.”
His gruff tone does things to my libido, and my dick pulses in my pants in response. I groan out loud. He rests his hand on my upper thigh, not close enough to be indecent, but close enough to torture me with the thought of his hand on me in other places.
“Please, Trent. You can’t give me expensive gifts and expect me to not want to suck your dick.” That’s a good idea, actually. A great idea. I’m pretty sure every guy would love road head, and the idea of putting myself in a vulnerable position and completely at Trent’s mercy has my pulse throbbing.
“If you’re not good now, you can’t have the other presents I got you.”
My eyes widen in surprise. “More? You got me more?”
“Some were bought, some were things I wrote to you.” Trent’s face flushes bright pink, and the sunset fading in the background behind his head makes happiness bubble inside of me.
“Wrote? Like poetry?”
He shakes his head, and I’m dumb-founded for a minute because Trent used to love writing poetry, and leaving notes all around our apartment.
“Truth,” I demand, throwing his word back at him.
“Journaling, I like journaling now. I wrote to you every day you were gone.”
I unbuckle my seatbelt, leaning across the console to fumble with the button on the top of his blue jeans, keeping me away from my reward.
“What are you doing?” he says. “Sit down and buckle up. Now.”
Nope, absolutely not. He can’t say these things and not expect me to want to show him how grateful I am for him in the way I know best.
“You better keep your eyes on the road, and if you wreck, just know that I’ll probably accidentally bite your dick off. That’ll be your incentive to be extra safe while I’m down here.” I get his pants unbuttoned, and his boxers pulled down enough to free his cock from the tight confines. “Can you be extra loud for me too? I want to live vicariously through you right now, Sunshine.”
Maybe one day he’ll give me road head. God, that sounds like such a dream. I choke him down to the back of my throat and make sure to give him the best blow job of his life, while he protects my head from hitting the steering wheel. There’s not much I can do except bob up and down on his shaft, making sure to keep my suction tight. I flatten my tongue to trace across the vein on the underside of his cock, and moan when I come back up. The salty taste of his precum coats my mouth and I’m in heaven.
His hand tightens in my hair, not holding me down but supporting my head. “Fuck, Ki,” he moans, and I feel the truck jerk a little bit. A thrill zings through my veins, knowing that my life is literally at Trent’s mercy.
I gag on his dick, spit trickling from my mouth and forming a little damp spot on his underwear. Whoops.
“Don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop,” he moans, lifting his hips to meet my mouth. I lick up his crown, lapping at his tip with soft, teasing touches.
“You’re going to make me come,” he says, and his voice is deep, coated in lust. His hands travel to my ass, firmly gripping a cheek in his palm. His hips are thrusting faster, and I know he’s getting close.
I double down, sucking his dick all the way into the back of my throat and swallowing around the head, breathing deeply through my nose through the need to gag.
“Oh–mphmmm fuck. God fucking damnit, Ki. You suck my dick so good.”
Hearing his praise while his release shoots down my throat reminds me just how good he is at giving words of affirmation.
I forgot how much fun it was having Trent as my boyfriend.
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We get to the fancy restaurant, a line of cars waiting for valet. Mixes of Mercedes, Maseratis, and other over the top expensive cars. I already feel like I don’t fit in, but seeing the suits and long dresses couples are wearing tells me that I will definitely not fit in here with my casual clothing.
“Why did you tell me to wear this when we were coming here? I’m seriously so underdressed,” I shriek, double checking the corners of my lips to make sure I don’t have any of Trent’s release painting my mouth.
“Ki, you look amazing. Trust me?”
Damnit, how can a grown ass man, with big muscles, still manage to pull off puppy dog eyes so well? He’s too hot for his own good, and he obviously knows I’m going to trust him, even if I’m insecure about myself.
“You know I do.”
Trent veers to the back of the parking lot, where the cars are sparsely spread out across the wide pavement. No one is out here, and I would rather park back here than wait in line for valet. That seems stressful.
“Wait a second, Freckles, I’m going to open the door for you. I have a surprise waiting inside.” He turns the ignition off, and comes around to my side to open my door. Offering his hand, he helps me out of the truck like I’m a princess being escorted by her Prince Charming.
Trent walks us to the back door that says Employee Entrance Only .
“Uhm–”
I’m cut off by Adam opening the back door. He claps Trent on the shoulder and glances at me beside Trent. He offers me his hand, politely, so different from that day at the gym. “I’m not sorry for trying to protect Trent, but I am sorry that I was an asshole.”
Trent scoffs lightly, and the teasing eye roll he gives warms me.
“That’s okay. We can still be friends,” I offer, trying to bridge the gap. Because I can’t blame him for wanting to protect Trent from being hurt, and I respect Adam a hell of a lot for it.
Maybe I should set him and Hunter up on a date? They’d be cute in that way that some couples on social media look like siblings. I’ll have to run the idea by Trent first to make sure he’s okay with his ex moving on with his best friend. But he has me, so he should be fine.
Adam ushers us into the building. The hustle of workers can be heard through the brick wall. Adam makes sure the door is shut and leads us down a hallway to the base of a spiral staircase.
“It’s all set up. Good luck.” Adam slaps Trent on the back, and then rubs his hand across my shoulder as he walks by.
I give Trent an inquisitive look, wondering what he has planned and what’s so secretive that we have to sneak in the back door of a fancy restaurant.
“After you.” Trent sweeps his hands in a grand gesture, and I start up the stairs, glancing back at him. His eyes are directly on my ass, so I give it an extra shake as a tease. Trent chuckles lowly and swats me on the ass.
“Hey!”
“Keep walking, Ki. We’re almost there.”
We reach the platform for the second floor, and the door is shut. I try to open it, but it won’t budge.
“It’s locked, but I have the key,” Trent says.
“Why do you have a key to this door?”
He inserts said key into the lock, and twists it until I hear the click of the door unlocking. He pushes it open and says, “Me and Adam own this as well.”
I whistle, staring at him. “No wonder you can afford an expensive bracelet.”
He rolls his eyes and grabs my hand, dragging me into the room and… Wow.
Wow.
Tears burn my eyes, and I can’t believe that he did this for me. For us.
“This is so much better than any overpriced food,” I remark, taking in my surroundings.
There’s a single table in the center with flowers in a vase as a centerpiece. Fairy lights cover every square inch, giving off an ethereal look. I feel like I’ve been transported to another dimension.
“I’m glad it’s up to your standards.” He keeps a hold of my hand and gently moves me to my seat, pulling it out and then scooting me in to make sure I’m comfortable.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this. But I’m so glad it’s Trent I’m here with. “I don’t even know what to say.”
He sits down across from me. The fresh smell of flowers fill the space between us.
“This is too much.”
“Didn't you say I had to grovel?” His pouty lips tilt up into a smirk, raising the crystal glass of water to his mouth.
“I did say that…” I trail off. I just wanted him to think I wouldn’t give in easily to him. Which is a freaking joke, because here I am across from him, basking in his attention. “But I didn’t expect all this.” I wave my hand around in front of me, gesturing to the exuberance around me.
“Freckles, I want you to look at me when I say this. I want you to know how serious I am.”
I focus on Trent’s eyes, the deep brown lighting up with the fairy lights.
“I love you, and I will do whatever it takes so you know that no matter what room you walk into, you’re the most important person in there. You deserve nothing but the best, and I’m going to provide that for you. I don’t care if you keep doing OnlyFans, if you need to jet off across the country for a photoshoot. As long as you’re in my bed, I’ll be the happiest man alive. Knowing that no matter how many times I’ve fucked up, you’ve still found your way home to me.”
I try to speak but he cuts me off, grabbing my left hand across the table and pressing a kiss to my ring finger.
“And one day, I hope you’ll find me worthy enough to wear my ring on your finger, to pledge your life to me as I will do to you.”
Well dang, how am I supposed to say no to all that he’s promising me? I can’t, that’s the simple answer. He’s messed up, but as he sits in front of me, he’s not the same man that he was before. He’s so much better. He’s grown and changed and progressed into somebody who wants to be able to deserve me.
After all this, the failed relationships with our parents, being two homeless teens just trying to find a place in this world, two men who want each other but don’t know how to fight for their relationship. They all brought us here, and no matter the heartbreak and sorrow we’ve gone through, we’re stronger together.
“It’s you and me Trent, forever,” I say sincerely, choking on the words and trying to get them out past the lump in my throat.
He takes a swig of his water, and eyes me over his cup. “So does that mean I can call you my boyfriend now?” His smirk lightens the mood and I roll my eyes playfully. He just told me he wants me to wear his ring, be his husband, but he still has to ask a question like that?
“I’d be mad if you didn’t.” I remark easily and his smile is bright. It sets my soul on fire and makes everything feel right again in the world.