Page 72 of Loving Trent (Love in the Bootheel #5)
SHAWN
ONE YEAR LATER
“Fuck. Right there,” Trent moans as his hands tighten in my hair. I stiffen my tongue and plunge it in his hole once more before gently kissing it. Moving up, I suck one of his balls into my mouth, but I’m almost to the point of blowing my load myself.
Blanketing his body with my own, I bite his bottom lip as I line my leaking dick up with his hole.
Never breaking the kiss, I slowly push inside him.
No matter how many times I sink into his body, the heat and tightness will always bring me to my breaking point.
Ripping my mouth away from his, I grunt, “This ass is like heaven. The way it grips my dick makes me want to fall to my knees.”
“Does that mean I’m your God?” Trent’s pupils are blown wide as he stares up at me.
“I will worship you every single day of my life.”
My thrust is slow but forceful as I take him over and over, nailing that magical button inside him that makes him scream. Slapping my hand over his mouth, I bite his shoulder. “So good,” he mumbles into my hand.
Pushing myself up onto my knees, I grab his legs and throw them over my shoulders, needing to go deeper. “Touch yourself,” I demand, needing him to come before I let myself fall over the cliff of pleasure.
Trent wraps his hand around his dick, and within three strokes, he throws his head back and comes with my name on his lips.
I follow him quickly over the edge and bite down on my lip to keep the scream inside.
Collapsing on top of my husband, I kiss him gently for a second until my lungs demand air.
Rolling over, I miss the feel of him wrapped around me instantly.
A loud knock on the door alerts us that we finished just in time. “You know, I think we need to invest in soundproofing for your room,” Harley says through the door, and I can’t help but laugh loudly.
Trent smacks my chest playfully before rolling over and nuzzling his face into my neck. “Maybe she’s right,” he says, tweaking my nipple.
“It’s a good thing that she has two parents who love each other and can’t keep their hands off each other.” Do I raise my voice, so she hears me? Yes. Am I ever going to stop embarrassing her? Hell no.
“Disgusting,” Harley screams before she stomps off in the direction of the kitchen.
“We'd better get a move on. Someone promised Shortcake that we would go out for breakfast this morning,” I say, pushing Trent off me.
He groans and rolls over on his stomach. “She used those puppy dog eyes on me. You know it’s my weakness.” His words are muffled because his face is buried in my pillow.
Pulling on my shorts and a shirt, I can’t help but tease him. “I thought my ass in those little blue lace thongs was your weakness.” I’m moving before he even finishes his growl.
“Get back here, Baby Boy,” Trent yells, but I don’t stop moving. I round the corner, wrap Harley up in my arms, and hold her in front of me. A second later, he comes around the corner dressed in a shirt and shorts.
“Gross, put me down, you haven’t showered off the smell of sex yet,” Harley shrieks and starts to wiggle out of my hold.
I let her go, kiss her on top of her head and head toward Trent. “Fine, we'll go shower. Make sure your sister is up and dressed.”
“Not together!”
Trent wraps his arm around my shoulders and steers me out of the room. “Call it payback for kissing Andie last week.”
“Don’t worry, Raven kissed me last night,” Harley yells back. “Andie is just a friend now. So please don’t shower together.”
“How much longer until my brother is born?” Layla asks, her mouth full of pancakes.
“It could be a sister,” Harley says, not looking up from her phone.
“I already have one of those. I want a baby brother.”
“Any day now,” I say, smiling at her.
When we got back from our honeymoon in Hawaii, Maria and Gloria approached us with an offer.
They wanted to start a family but didn’t want to use an anonymous donor.
Instead, they suggested that they would be willing to carry a child for us if we let them use one of our sperm for their baby.
We didn’t even have to discuss it. We had talked about adding to our bunch while we were away, and we both agreed.
We want a huge family. Maria is currently nine months pregnant—due any day now—with Trent’s baby, and Gloria is four months along with mine.
Gloria and Maria will be the parents of the baby made with my sperm, and we will be the parents of Trent’s baby.
We will tell them how they were created when they get older, but until then, we will each be the cool uncles and aunts.
Trent has already talked about having another baby, but this time one that will carry my DNA.
But I told him that we will have to give it some time because three kids are going to be a lot, and we have our plates pretty full.
I've started another gym in town and am loving owning my own business once again. I still own the apartment building in Cape, but I hardly have to go up there anymore. Trent is back to working in construction but will take time off once the baby is born. He also works long hours for his non-profit, which we finally got off the ground six months ago. Nina’s Voice is doing amazing work in the LGBTQ+ communities and is growing in demand daily.
It specializes in therapy, but we’ve also started to fund safe homes for teenagers who find themselves living on the streets due to their family’s inability to be decent human beings.
We have visited Nina’s grandmother and her daughter twice.
They are family now, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
The trial for Stanley, Jules, Josiah, and the other monsters ended two months ago.
None of them will see the outside world before they die, but they deserve so much more.
Trent has worked hard on his relationship with Eve, and they are closer than ever.
Betty and April still live in Cape, but we also visit them often.
Maria and Gloria moved down here after Maria found out she was pregnant.
The Hills have expanded, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. We are now the Hill, West, Haines, Foster, Freely, Telvondy, Aldridge and Anderson-Foster family.
Trent nudges my shoulder and points out the diner window. “Is that your dad with my mom?”
We all turn to look at the couple he is talking about, and sure enough, Dad and Eve are walking into the grocery store across the street. “I wonder what that is all about?” I ask.
“Don’t you know?” Layla says innocently.
“Know what?” Harley says.
We turn our attention to Layla, who has resumed eating. “Grandpa Sonny and Grandma Eve kiss.” She looks up and points her fork at us, “Just like you do.”
The end… or is it?