Chapter Twenty-Nine
The interior of my house is done, and I’m ready to move in. It has only been two and a half weeks from start to finish, and that’s because I wanted it painted before any furniture was brought in. The only downside is that Trent hasn’t committed to moving in with me.
I don’t know why he’d rather be in the tiny cottage than have the space he can have here.
I’ve even designated a room for him to work in.
A voice in the back of my head is saying that could be the problem.
I’m pushing too hard. He’s even told me he needs some space to grow into this new version of himself.
Drew walks in, a frown on his face. “What’s going on? Why isn’t Trent moving in here? He’s just told me that he wants to stay in the cottage for a little while longer.”
I shrug, spreading my arms in a ‘how the fuck do I know’ gesture.
“He needs time by himself. He’s lived alone for years, but this is a new him.
I want him here, and I don’t know why he’s being so stubborn.
Everything here, the house, the nursery, is new to me too.
I turned my life around to move here and start again. ”
“Have you told him this? That this could be something you learn how to navigate your new lives together,” Drew says, making perfect sense.
“How long did it take you to give in to Merrick?” I know the answer to this, and he knows I know.
“Fuck off. That was totally different.” He grins. “Come on, finish up, and we can go get a beer.”
I look around the room again, still thrilled with the fact that is all mine. “Okay, but you buy the first one.”
We walk into the pub. Merrick is already there. Next to him sits my boyfriend with Willow on his knee. “Dew!” Willow shouts and jumps off Trent. He winces and rearranges his junk.
I saunter over to him. “Do you want me to kiss it better?” I kiss his cheek, which turns a very cute pink.
He grins. “Hello to you too. Maybe later.”
“I’ll hold you to it. Did you get everything sorted?” I sit down next to him, taking his hand in mine.
“Yep, it’s nerve-racking as hell, but Merrick seems to think it will be a success.” He smiles, but it has a nervous edge to it. He’s not as convinced as his friend.
Merrick joins in. “Merlin, we’ve already got sold stickers ready to go on some of them, and that’s unseen. It’s going to be huge, colossal, life-changing.”
“Shit, that’s all I need to know. One life-changing event at a time, please. I’m still trying to work out this one,” Trent says with a shake of his head.
Drew comes back to us with a tray of drinks while Willow carries a bag of crisps as if it’s the holy grail. “Look what my got, Papa.”
Drew and Merrick help Willow with her crisps, no longer paying us much attention. Trent is still looking troubled.
“You don’t have to do this, you know. Babe, it’s your artwork. If now isn’t the right time, then postpone it. Like you said, one change at a time.”
“Nah, I’m not doing that. I’ve finally finished the last of the pictures.
Thank you for giving me these couple of weeks to do it.
” He kisses my hand. “I owe you big time, especially as I’ve been rubbish at helping you at your house.
I promise you have my undivided attention from now on.
At least until the show.” He leans forward and presses a kiss to my mouth.
This man is more like the Trent I know, the easy, laid-back guy, before all the deadlines and commitments took over. “I like the sound of that,” I say. “Shall we go?”
He laughs. “When we finish our drinks.” He picks up what looks like a gin and tonic and sips.
I swallow half of my pint, but he only grins and shakes his head. As much as I want to drag him out and back to my place, I wait.
I’ll give him his due. It doesn’t take him too long to finish.
Perhaps running my hand up and down the inseam of his jeans has something to do with it.
At least my hand was hidden by the table, keeping it out of sight for Willow.
When we get outside, the wind coming off the sea is chillier than I expected.
I should have brought my jacket, but so far the days have been warm enough not to warrant one.
We walk briskly down the street. It’s going to take about ten minutes to get to my new home, but only five to my rental. I really want Trent in my new bed, but he looks cold too. “We can go to my old house if you want. It’ll be quicker.”
He frowns. “Um, I thought we’d go to your new place. I can put up with the cold for an extra five minutes. I want to see it again. Especially now everything is in it. I’m truly sorry I haven’t been any help.”
“Hey, it’s okay. You asked for room to get your head together, and I’m giving it to you.
” I squeeze his hand, and we walk quietly for the rest of the journey.
When we reach the nursery, I unlock the heavy chain on the gate and let it swing silently open.
As we step through, the exterior lights switch on, lighting up my dream home.
“Oh, Merlin, it’s gorgeous. It looks like it was made to be among the trees. It’s perfect.”
The genuine thrill in Trent’s voice has me smiling hard enough to split my face.
“Wait until you see inside.” Not that I’m interested in showing him my bedroom, and when he’s ready, it will be ours.
As soon as we’re through the wide front door, I drag him to the stairs. “You can have the official tour in the morning. It’s been too long since we’ve been naked together. I want to be inside you.”
Without any resistance, Trent follows me up the stairs and into my bedroom with the floor-to-ceiling window. Once the sun comes up, it’ll show off the countryside all the way down to the sea. And with no chance of any prying eyes, I’m more than happy to keep the curtains open.
As soon as we let go of our hands, I’m on him, crushing my mouth to his in a bruising kiss. I snake my hands around his waist and tug him hard against me. My erection is already rock-hard and ready to play.
With our hands diving under clothes in a desperate attempt to be naked, we break our kiss and part enough to wrangle our way out of boots, denim, and T-shirts. The clothes lie in piles on the polished oak floor as we grab for each other again and stumble to my bed.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” Trent groans.
I grab his perfect arse cheeks in my hands, squeezing and kneading the firm globes.
“Christ, that feels so good. I love your rough hands on me.”
“Yeah? Is that right? How about my handprints too?” I growl. The need to turn his bum bright red makes my dick weep with precum.
“Fuck, yeah, do it.” His eyes are blazing, the heat of desire burning like fire. He sits up from our collapsed position. “Spank me.”
I have him turned over and his arse up in the air before he can blink. On all fours, he looks over his shoulder. “You’d better get me ready. I’m so close to coming.”
“We shouldn’t have left it so long.” I yank open the bedside table drawer and pull out the lube, coat my fingers, drop it on the bed, and kneel behind him.
I brush over his cheeks, dipping down into the cleft, but however much he pushes up his hips, I ignore his hole.
I press kiss after kiss on his arse and, with my right hand, stroke over the heated-up skin.
With my left fingers, wet with lube, I brush over his taint and around his hanging sac.
The first smack comes down hard. Trent groans out something garbled, and I repeat the action, then flick my middle finger over his hole, rubbing the sting away.
The next slap comes down as I slip the tip inside him.
In tandem, I spank his butt and finger his hole.
He’s thrashing on the bed, his head buried in a pillow, his hips swaying, never away from my hand.
He’s eager for more, and I add another finger and work his arse to the perfect red.
I won’t make him wait much longer, and after pumping three fingers in and out, I hit him one more time.
I slide my dick deep inside him, filling him to the hilt.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he’s close. The ripples and pulses of his channel around my dick prove it. I don’t waste my time or his by teasing him any longer. We slam into each other as Trent rides my cock, thrusting back onto me.
“Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last,” I grunt and reach around him to grab his dick. He swipes my hand away.
“Then fuck me harder. I’m not going to need your help.
” He rocks onto me again. His wish is not going to be a problem.
As I grab his hips hard enough to bruise, I piston in and out of him.
My balls draw up inside me, and I fire deep inside him.
Pulse after pulse of cum fills him. He cries out and clenches even tighter around me, milking the remainder of my orgasm from me.
His arms and legs give out, and we collapse onto the bed. I twist us to be on our sides so I don’t crush him. “Jesus, Trent, I think you’ve killed me.” I pant into his ear.
“Back at ya, babe.” He chuckles. The movement makes my softening dick slide from his arse. “My arse feels like it’s on fire.”