Page 35 of Loving Trent (Love in the Bootheel #5)

I sigh and let my hands drop from his hair, but settle them on his chest. The feel of his racing heart under my palm is validation that I’m affecting him just as much as he is affecting me.

“Yes, I heard you. Fine, if you are adamant that we need to talk…” I push against his chest, and thankfully, he lets me go, or else he would have ripped some of my hair out.

I hold out my hand after adjusting my dick, which is still rock-hard. “We should go inside.”

Trent takes my hand after adjusting his dick and pulls me toward the house.

“Hey guys, is everything okay?” Harley calls out from the living room once we enter. Trent doesn’t answer her, nor does he stop. He pulls us down the hallway and into the large bedroom to the left. He turns around, pushes me back with his body, and our combined weight closes the door.

My body is craving the feel of him under my hands as much as it craves oxygen. Wasting no time, my hands run up his back and into his hair. I love the feel of it against my palm. It’s thick and so fucking soft. “Now, back to you stalking me?”

He growls and presses me harder against the door. The joke's on him. I love the feel of his weight pinning me, making me unable to move an inch. I’ve never felt safer than I do right this second. “You sound like you don’t believe me.” His almost black eyes narrow.

“I never said that, but…” I take a chance and lean forward the inch that separates my face from his and lick up his neck like I have envisioned since yesterday. “It makes no sense. Plus, wouldn’t I know if someone was stalking me?”

“Fuck Shawn.” One of his hands moves from the door, and he digs out his phone. He hits something and then turns it around so I can see what’s on the screen. It’s multiple camera feeds of the apartment I’m currently renting.

“Holy shit, you really are stalking me.” My body heats, and my boxers are uncomfortably wet now. Why the fuck is that so hot? “Why?”

The phone disappears, and his hand wraps around my throat, pushing my head back.

A shot of heat zips down my spine, and I almost cum in my fucking pants.

“Because after leaving you in that hospital, I couldn’t stay away.

I was supposed to be focused on finding the fuckers who tormented me as a child, but you refused to leave my mind.

It was like I was thirteen again. I couldn’t let you go again.

I don’t want to. I still don’t want to let you go. ”

“Then don’t.” He isn’t cutting off my air, and I’m still struggling to take a deep breath. I’m so fucking turned on that all it would take is one slight touch, and it’s all over for me.

“You’re not turned off by the fact that I’ve been?—”

“Does this,” I say, pushing my hips into his, rubbing my very aching dick against his. “Answer that question.”

Trent’s head drops down on mine, and his eyes slide close. “Fuck, baby. I want to touch you so bad.”

“Then do it.” I’m begging for it, but there is no room inside my body for shame or embarrassment. I’ve never begged for anyone to touch me. But for Trent… I’d drop to my knees over and over again.

“I’ve never…”

Now, it’s my turn to pull him away from me by his hair. “You’ve never been with a man?”

“I’ve never been with someone…” He tries to turn his face away from me, but I refuse to let him.

Oh, how the roles are reversed. A growl forms in my chest, and I let it loose. Pinching his chin tightly, I say, “No. Don’t turn away from me.”

“I’ve never been with someone willingly before.” Trent’s eyes, once brightened by lust, go dark, cold, and distant as if he is erecting walls between us.

The lust that is pulsing through me quickly turns to white, hot, pure, raw anger at his words.

The trembling that was because I wanted him so badly turns to shakes of anticipation to kill whoever fucking touched him without his permission.

Something dark and dangerous is born inside me that demands someone’s blood.

Not a random person, but whoever fucking hurt Trent.

Using my weight, I flip us around. I’m in fucking control—barely—now. “Who?” I growl.

“Shawn…” Defeat, embarrassment, and shame swirl in Trent’s deliciously dark brown eyes. The new part of me that demands I do something feeds off those emotions, growing bigger until it threatens to consume me.

“Nope.” I shake my head and wrap one hand around his throat like he did to me earlier. “I want their fucking name, and I want it now.”

“I’m looking?—”

My hands tighten on his throat to cut off whatever fucking placating shit he is about to say. “Who?!” I ease off so he can answer me, and he will because I’m never fucking letting this go.

“S…Sandy.” Trent’s eyes slide close as a shudder breath leaves his lips as if even saying her name causes him insurmountable pain.

“Where is this bitch?”

“I don’t know, but I’m looking for them.

” His eyes finally open, and the fucking pain I see in them is my undoing.

Fuck the shit that I’m dealing with in my personal life.

The break-in, the thief, and the construction of my building.

None of that matters anymore. Letting go of Trent’s throat, I cup his face, my thumb rubbing over the apple of his cheek.

“Them?” I ask when my brain finally realizes what he said.

“Her and Tom, the director of the camp I was sent to.” Trent leans his face harder against my palm. His hands grip the sides of my shirt, pulling me closer as if he’s afraid I’m going to leave him.

Leaning my forehead against his, I calmly tell him what I think he is desperate to hear. “I’m not leaving you. This changes nothing except the fact that I’m going to have blood staining my hands once we find them.”

Trent’s eyes widen, and panic flickers through them. “No.” He shakes his head as much as he can with mine pressed to his. “I’ve got people helping?—”

“I’m helping you now, and nothing you say will change that.”

“But you could?—”

“Don’t fucking care about me right now.” Gently, I press my lips against his.

Trent briefly kisses me back but stops to say, “But I do, and I can’t have you messed up in this.” I hear the plea in his tone, but I ignore it. This morning, he said that he was going to take care of me, and now he will accept that I’m going to take care of him.

“I’m getting messed up in it and Trent…” I pin him with my eyes. “It won’t be my first time getting messed up in something illegal, spilling blood nor will it be the last. No one fucks with someone that is mine and gets away with it.”