Page 54 of Loving Trent (Love in the Bootheel #5)

Thirty-Three

SHAWN

“Daddio?”

Shutting my laptop, I look over at the doorway to find Harley twisting her hands in front of her.

Hearing her call me daddio hasn’t gotten less exciting, and it’s been three weeks since the first time.

“Yeah, Firecracker.” I move my laptop to the coffee table, scoot forward on the couch, and give her all my attention.

“Um…” She looks out the window at the falling snow for a second before looking back at the floor.

An unease fills my heart, but I wait her out, knowing she will eventually tell me what is bothering her.

The clock on the side table clicks a hundred and twenty times before she speaks again.

“I was wondering if you could help me with Dad’s present, but…

” She sighs loudly, and God, do I want to walk over to her and wrap her up in my arms. “But it’s also your present, which would ruin it. ”

We are four days out from Christmas, and I was under the impression that the new leather jacket we purchased a week ago was Trent’s Christmas present from her.

I know there is a box with my name on it from her under the tree as well.

“Come here,” I say, patting the cushion beside me.

She strolls over and sits down. I reach out and take her hands in mine.

“What’s got you so nervous about this present? ”

Another sigh falls from her, and I can’t take it anymore.

I tip her head up and turn it to the left, so she is facing me.

There is nothing I can do about the fact that she is looking over my shoulder instead of at me, but I give her time.

“This idea…” She finally looks at me, and my heart melts at the insecurity I see swimming in her eyes.

“It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a couple of weeks, but I’m not sure if you guys would like it.

Andie and Raven finally built up my confidence enough to go for it, but now I’m not sure how to do it. ”

Raven is the newest member of her friend group.

She moved here right after Thanksgiving, and the moment Harley met her at school, they have been joined at the hip.

I like all of her friends, but Raven might be my favorite because I’ve watched Harley’s confidence grow since she has been in Harley’s life.

“Whatever you get us, we will love. I promise you that. Now, is this something I have to help you with, or is there someone else who can help you?” If it has to be me, I’ll help her and act surprised on Christmas morning, but if not, I will make sure she gets the help she needs.

Harley tips her head to the side and scrunches her slender nose up in her adorable thinking face. “Anyone could help me, but it should probably be an adult.”

I can work with that. “Okay, we have a huge list of people who would love to help you. All you have to do is pick one.” Harley is doted on by everyone, but she is closer to some than others.

Nana, Jenna, and Emilee are her favorite ladies.

While her favorite uncle is surprisingly Parker, the one person who was hesitant about her.

“Can it be two or maybe three?”

“Sure.”

“Um… I don’t have one of their numbers. Do you think you could call him for me?” That uncertainty is back in her eyes, and I fucking hate it. My mind latches on to the word him and I wonder why she isn’t going with one of the women.

“Who, Firecracker?” I’d call the fucking Pope if that is who she needed. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for this girl.

“Demon,” Harley whispers.

Surprise hits me hard, knocking the breath from my lungs, but I cool my facial features, hoping she doesn’t pick up on it.

I dig my phone out of my pocket and find his number.

I’ve only recently acquired it myself because he is helping me come up with a plan for Trent’s parents.

He answers on the first ring. “Was there something in the email that you didn’t understand? ”

“No, Harley needs to talk to you,” I say, hoping my voice is as calm as I want it to be. By the way Harley is grinning at me, I’m failing miserably.

“No problem,” Demon says, and I hand my phone to Harley, who takes it and races out of the room.

Five minutes later, I haven’t moved from my spot on the couch.

I’m still staring at the hallway that Harley took off down, fighting the worry that is trying to consume me.

Trent is finishing Harley’s big present at Haste Auto—Parker and Zak’s mechanic shop.

Since Harley has my phone, I have no way to talk to him about what the hell is going on.

It’s not that I don’t trust Demon, but what could Harley possibly need his help for?

The doorbell chimes as someone pushes it, and I finally move.

I open the door to find Leon and Dad standing on the opposite side, grinning like fools.

“What are you doing here?” I ask while stepping back so they can come inside out of the frigid winter air.

“Harley called us about a last-minute present and asked if we would help her,” Dad says, wiping his feet on the welcome mat—that has a cute Christmas Elf on it—I bought a few weeks ago.

My eyes bounce between them because what the hell. “You? She called you two?”

Leon chuckles and looks over my shoulder. “She sure did. Are you ready to go, Kiddo?”

“Yep,” Harley says, squeezing past me to stand between the last two people I thought she would call for help. “Is it okay if I stay at Uncle Leon’s tonight? We might be late getting back.”

I nod because I’m so confused right now, and it seems like I’ve lost the ability to form words. Harley leans forward, kisses my cheek, and presses my phone to my chest. “Thanks, Daddio. You’re the best.”

The sound of the front door shutting pulls me from my frozen state, and I force myself to trust Leon, Dad, and Demon. Walking back into the living room, I pick up my laptop and open the email Demon sent, pretending to be reading it.

“Merry Christmas,” Trent whispers in my ear as he grinds his erection into my ass. I snuggle back against him, not just because I’m horny for him, but because the heat coming from him is better than a furnace. This Christmas is just like last year, where we got a shit ton of snow.

“Merry Christmas, love.” Reaching behind me, I push my hand through his hair and tip my head to the side, hoping he will do exactly what I want.

He does. He kisses the side of my neck as I rub my ass against him and bite back a soft moan at the feel of his stubble against my skin.

Trent is the type of man who has to trim every morning or else he will have a beard in a day.

I’ve thought about asking him to grow it out because the thought of him with one makes my blood boil.

He groans against my neck and nips it before he says breathlessly, “I thought I’d give you one of your presents before everyone wakes up and we start this crazy holiday.”

I’m just as breathless as I pant, “Oh yeah, what’s that? Your big dick… inside me?”

Trent grabs my throat and whispers directly into my ear, “No, how does you inside me sound?”

My dick twitches at the thought of that, and I turn over, pushing Trent down onto his back. “Are you sure? You know I don’t mind bottoming. I love having you fill me up.” But if I’m honest, I’d love to watch this big, manly man lose himself while my dick is deep inside of him.

His legs wrap around me as he thrusts up, and I moan when the head of his dick catches mine just right. “I’m positive. I love it when you eat me out and tease me with your fingers. I want it all.”

With a quick look over my shoulders, I find everyone still sound asleep.

Two Christmas’s ago, while I was busy driving down from Cape with Mom, all the other ‘kids’, as Nana calls us, decided to have a sleepover at Nana’s house.

I hated that I couldn’t be here, but it has became a tradition.

This year, not only did we clear out the living room of furniture, but we also moved the dining room table into the kitchen, so we would have more room.

All the adults, minus Leon and Jenna, slept on blow-up mattresses on the floor.

While the kids piled into the bed with Nana.

The babies—Axel, Faith, and Hope—slept in a crib that is in the room with Nana.

Once I’m satisfied that no one is awake, my mind turns back to the dirty things Trent is offering me.

I’ve taken to playing with his hole while I suck him off, and it’s been hot as hell, but I know that not every gay man likes to bottom.

If that’s the case for Trent, I will offer him my ass every day of the year and love every second of it.

“You want to do that now? Here? With everyone asleep around us?”

“I think it’s hot,” he says, thrusting against me again. “Knowing that we could be caught at any moment.”

My eyes roll at the pleasure shooting down my spine. “If you don’t like it, we will stop.”

Trent’s eyes are blazing with lust. “I know. I trust you.” He leans up to capture my lips with his, while his hands push down my flannel pajama pants, which match his and Harley’s.

Actually, everyone in our family has them thanks to Nana.

They were the one present she let us unwrap last night.

He wraps his hand around my shaft and strokes me.

I slap his hand off and push him down with a hand on his chest. I tap his hips, and he raises them so I can pull his pants down.

His thick dick hits his stomach, and I groan at the sight.

He slaps a hand over his mouth when I take him to the back of my throat instantly.

I will never tire of his taste or the musty smell that invades my senses.

After a few good swallows, I pop off his dick.

Leaning over him, my tongue darts out to trace all the dips and lines of his taut muscles, absolutely eating up each and every twitch I get in response.

When I get to his dark nipples, I make sure to give them plenty of attention as it drives him wild.

“Lube?” I whisper in his ear, knowing that I’ll need to prep him.

Trent pushes his hand under his pillow and produces a small travel-sized bottle. Snatching it from his hand, I drop it beside his thigh and work my way back down to his beautiful dick with my lips.

“Shawn… please… stop… teasing.” His voice is low so as to not wake anyone, but I clearly hear the desperation coating his words.

I chuckle darkly because this man loves teasing me and pushing me right to the edge before backing off.

It’s magical when he finally lets me come, but it’s like torture right before that high hits me as I tumble over the cliff.

I lick him from base to tip, focusing on his slit for a second before I sit back and grab the lube.

His chest is heaving, his pupils are dilated, and his lip is red from where he has been biting it.

“You look so fucking handsome all disheveled and wanton.”

“I need you,” Trent pleads, and I fucking love it.

With slick fingers, I take him back in my mouth and spread his cheeks. Instead of his warm hole, my fingers touch metal. The sound that my mouth makes popping off his dick is dirty as fuck. Using both of my hands, I spread his ass wide, and what I see almost makes me come on the spot. “Is that a?—”

“I wanted to be ready the moment you woke up.”

I pull the butt plug out an inch and push it back up inside him.

Trent throws his head back and moans loudly before putting a pillow over his face.

I look over my shoulders, but besides Parker rolling over, no one wakes or makes a move.

“Fuck that’s hot,” I say, turning my attention back to the plug in his ass and doing it again.

“Baby Boy. Please.”

I’m at the end of my control. With trembling hands, I remove the plug and lube up my dick.

Trent pulls his legs up further as I start to slowly push inside him.

He is ready to take me, and I meet barely any resistance.

“Holy shit,” I murmur as his warm, tight hole accepts me.

“Trent, I’m going…” I squeeze my eyes shut and tell myself I will not come before I’m all the way in.

“I know. I’m so fucking close.” Trent rolls his head against the pillow as I slowly push the rest of the way in. Once I’m fully in, I hold still because if I move, I’m going to come, and I want this to last. “Please, Baby. I need you to move.”

I nod and slowly start to thrust in and out of him.

I’ve never topped before, so I never knew what I was missing, but fuck me.

I want to live inside him. The way he is gripping me is everything.

“Shit.” I don’t know what is more beautiful.

The way his hole stretches around my dick or the look of pure happiness on Trent’s face.

My eyes bounce between the two, never staying for long.

I change my angle, knowing that it will be so much better if I hit that magical spot.

Trent moans once I find it and quickly throws the pillow back over his face.

Not liking that I pull it away and cover his mouth with my hand.

“Is this okay?”

“Fuck yes.” Trent’s words are muffled as one hand wraps around my wrist and the other grabs my ass, nails biting into my flesh. “There. Right there. Harder Shawn. Fuck me like you mean it.”

I push his legs higher and growl, “Hold the fuck on.”

I try to keep the sound of skin slapping down as my thrust turns brutal. My mind is blank as Trent comes with a shout muffled by my hand without being touched, and I follow him over the edge when his ass becomes impossible tight. Trent catches me when my bones become noodles.

“Best Christmas present ever,” he says.

“I fucking agree.”