Page 40 of Loving Trent (Love in the Bootheel #5)

Fuck! My eyes don't even have time to sting because the tears are here and flowing down my face.

I push up and gently press my lips against his, trying to tell him everything I can't find the words for.

He kisses me back, but neither of us moves to deepen it.

For the next hour, I showed him every scar on my body and told him the story behind each one.

He kisses each one and whispers how strong I am and how he is going to kill everyone who hurt me.

Before falling asleep on Shawn's chest, I set the alarm for six, so I had enough time to make everyone breakfast before we took Harley to school.

But my alarm isn't what wakes me up. What wakes me up would be Shawn rubbing his ass against my very interested dick.

He must have been doing it for a good while because I'm fucking aching.

My balls are heavy, and I need some relief.

Leaning down, I nuzzle Shawn's neck and start placing little kisses until my lips rest against his ear.

"Baby boy, if you keep grinding that ass against me, I'm not going to be held responsible for what I do to you."

Shawn moans and pushes back against me once more. "Maybe that's what I want."

"You want me to lose my control?" I bite his ear, which earns me a deep moan, and his ass presses hard against me.

"Please. I had the dirtiest dream about you and?—”

Hearing how he dreamt about me snaps what little control I have.

I flip him over onto his back and push his thighs open until I'm resting right where I need to be.

His deep green eyes are even darker and hooded with lust. Last night, we were honest with each other.

I don't want to ruin that, so I show him another fear that I have. "Baby boy, I don't know?—“

Shawn pushes up and captures my mouth, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and bites it. My hips jerk forward, and my dick rubs against his. Intense pleasure soars through me as my crown catches against his, and I moan into his mouth. He breaks our kiss and says, "Take your boxers off."

"Do it for me," I demand. He wants me in control, and I can do that for him even though I don't know what to do to make this mind-blowing for him.

His pupils expand as his hands go to my waist, and he pushes the black material down.

It is a joint effort, but soon, I kick my boxers away.

Leaning back, I tap his hip, and he raises them.

I slowly pull his blue boxers, which have a wet spot, down his legs and throw them behind me.

"Damn, Baby boy." After leaving camp, I never could bring myself to watch porn, so the only dick I've seen in the last ten years has been my own, and he isn't anything to bat an eye at.

But Shawn's… Damn, can a dick be beautiful? It’s long and thick, and the head is red and wet with pre-cum.

A vein runs on the underside that I want to lick.

I can't pull my eyes off it, and as if it can sense me staring, it twitches.

"Trent, please," Shawn moans, and I stop staring at his dick and look at him. "Come here, I need to touch you."

I move back in between his thighs and almost come when our dicks slide against each other with nothing between us. "Fuck."

"I know," Shawn says, wrapping his arms and legs around me. He attacks my neck and thrusts up against me.

My knees weaken, and my balls draw up tight. "Baby Boy, if you keep that up, I'm going to make a fool of myself." I grind my teeth together and tell myself I won't come without touching him.

Shawn stops trying to give me a hickey and whines, "I don't care how quick this is. I'm on the edge, too.” He lies back and picks up my left hand, palm up. He does something that surprises the shit out of me. He spits in my hand. "Wrap your hand around both of us."

Reaching between us both, I wrap—or try to—my hand around both of our dicks. The friction feels fantastic, and I can't help but give us a stroke. "Shit," I groan and thrust up into my hold. I close my eyes until I feel Shawn's hand wrapping around us.

He thrusts up as I pull my hips back. "Don't stop," he moans. We get into a rhythm of thrusting and jerking. We work perfectly in sync until I throw my head back as pleasure consumes me.

"Shawn." His name sounds like a prayer coming from my parted lips. Ropes of hot come coat our hands and shoot up both of our stomachs. Shawn follows me over the edge with a roar.

I collapse on top of him, not caring about the mess between us. I can't keep my lips off him. I kiss his sweaty forehead, closed eyelids, nose, and lips. "Amazing," he says between sweet kisses.

My phone starts to beep, and before I can move to shut it off, there is a slight knock on the door. "If you're done in there, I've got pancakes for everyone. Also, I found Shawn’s phone outside. Thank God it didn’t rain again last night."

Shawn's eyes go wide, and his mouth drops open. "Nana!” He calls out.

"What the fuck?” I say, looking over my shoulder at the closed door.

"Oh, don't start freaking out now. Sex is a wonderful thing. Get dressed and get your butts out here. We have to make sure our girl’s first day of school is perfect," Nana says.

"I'm going to die," Shawn says, covering his face with his hands.

I pull them away and press another kiss to his lips. "No, you won't because I can't live in a world without you."

"But…" He points toward the door and throws his hands up, almost hitting me. "My Nana not only broke into our home but also heard us having sex."

I smile so wide that my cheeks start to hurt, and I push up off of him. Grabbing his hand, I pull him off the bed and into my arms. "Do you realize you said, 'our home'?"

Shawn shakes his head, but his smile matches what I assume mine looks like. "That's what you choose to focus on?"

"Damn straight." I cup his face and lay my forehead against his. "It is our home. You know that, right?"

"Yes. I'm not going anywhere, Trent."

"Good because I've proven before that I'm not scared to stalk your ass."