“She had it bad for Travis before he even got here.”
“They all do,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief. Damn the Maddox boys and their identical DNA.
“Happy New Year, baby,” Trenton said.
“Happy New Year,” I said, sliding a beer down the bar to the person who had ordered it.
He jerked his head to the side, gesturing for me to come closer. I leaned across the bar, and he put his lips on mine, cupping his hand gently at the back of my head. His lips were warm and soft and amazing, and when he let me go, I felt a little light-headed.
“Now I’m f**ked,” Trenton said.
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“Because the rest of my year will never live up to the first thirty seconds.”
I pressed my lips together. “I love you.”
Trenton looked back, noticing that Travis was back alone at their table. “Gotta go,” he said, seeming disappointed. “I love you, too. I’m the breakup support team. I’ll come back!”
Not a minute later, I saw Trenton waving frantically. Travis’s face was red. He was upset, and they were leaving. I waved, and returned to the demanding crowd, glad to have something to keep my mind off of Trenton Maddox’s lips.
When I got off work, Trenton was waiting at the employee entrance, and he walked me to the Smurf. He shoved his hands in his jean pockets while I unlocked the door, and when I hopped up into the driver’s seat, Trenton frowned.
“What?”
“Why don’t you let me drive you home?”
I looked past him to the Intrepid. “You want to leave your car here?”
“I want to drive you home.”
“Okay. Care to explain why?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. I just have a bad feeling about you driving home. It’s been bugging me every time I see you get into the car.”
I watched him for a moment. “Have you ever thought about talking to someone? About what happened?”
“No,” he said, dismissively.
“Seems like you’ve still got some anxiety going on. It might help.”
“I don’t need a shrink, baby. I just need to drive you home.”
I shrugged, and then climbed over the console.
Trenton turned the ignition and put his hand on my thigh while he waited for the engine to warm. “Travis asked me about you tonight.”
“Yeah?”
“I told him you were still with your California boyfriend. Damn near made me sick to say it.”
I leaned over and kissed his lips, and he pulled me closer. “I’m sorry you had to lie to him. I know it’s stupid, but it would start a conversation I’m not really ready to get into just yet. If we had just a little more time . . .”
“I don’t like lying to my brothers, but I hated even saying you were with someone else. Made me really think about what it would be like to lose you. Made me really think about what Trav is going through.” He shook his head. “I can’t lose you, Cami.”
I touched my lips with my fingers, and shook my head. He was trusting me, and making himself so vulnerable, and I was keeping so much from him.
“Can you stay with me tonight?” I asked.
He lifted my hand to his mouth, turned it over, and kissed the thin skin of my wrist. “I’ll stay here as long as you’ll let me,” he said, as if I should have already known.
He backed out of the parking spot, and then drove out of the lot, heading for my apartment. Trenton’s frown from earlier had all but disappeared, and he looked lost in his thoughts as he drove with his hand in mine.
“When I get up enough money saved, I thought maybe you could help me find a place.”
I smiled. “I can do that.”
“Maybe you might like it enough to move in.”
I stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to tell me he was joking, but he didn’t, instead he pressed his brows together. “Shit plan?”
“No. Not necessarily. That’s a ways down the road.”
“Yeah. Especially since I lost a quarter of my savings to Travis’s ex.”
I giggled. “What? Are you serious? How did that happen?”
“Poker night. She’s some poker phenom. Hustled us.”
“Abby?”
He nodded. “Swear to God.”
“That’s kind of cool.”
“I guess. If you like thieves.”
“Well . . . her dog’s name is Crook.”
Trenton laughed and squeezed my knee as we pulled into my spot. He turned off the headlights, leaving the front of my apartment in the dark. With Trenton’s fingers entwined with mine, we walked inside, and then I locked the chain on the door.
“Ray’s not coming home?”
I shook my head. “She’s staying with Brazil.”
“I thought they broke up?”
“She did, too. But when she got a huge bouquet of flowers the next day, she decided they didn’t.”
I walked backward to my bedroom, pulling Trenton by both of his hands. He smiled at me as he walked, knowing by the look on my face what I had in mind.
I stood in the middle of my room and stepped out of my heels. Then I reached back, unzipped my dress, and let it fall to the floor around my ankles.
Trenton unbuttoned his white shirt, and then unbuckled his belt. I walked over to him, and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. We were looking into each other’s eyes with that serious and sleepy stare that made my thighs ache. The look that meant something amazing was about to happen.
Trenton leaned in and barely touched his lips to mine, letting the full softness of them graze my mouth, and then down my jaw to my neck. Once he reached my collarbone, he returned his gaze to mine. I ran my hands down his chest, and then his stomach, kneeling as I grasped the waistline of his jeans and pulled down slowly. His black boxer briefs were directly in front of my face, and once Trenton stepped out of his jeans, I looked up at him, gripped the elastic, and pulled them down, too.
His dick was already fully erect, and I was glad I had the Magnums in the drawer of my nightstand, because we were definitely going to need them.
I kissed his stomach, and made a trail from his navel to the base of his shaft. The moment I put him inside my mouth, he tangled his fingers in my hair and groaned.
“Oh. My f**king. God.”
My head bobbed back and forth, and I looked up at him. He was watching me, with that same amazing, serious look in his eyes. My fingers and palm slid nicely over his tender skin, and the deeper I took him into the back of my throat, the louder he groaned and the more he swore.
I moved my hand from his front to his backside, and gripped his tight ass with both hands, pushing him even deeper into my mouth. His fingers were knotted in my hair, and for ten minutes, he hummed and groaned and begged me to let him inside me.
When he seemed like he couldn’t stand it anymore, I backed away, and lay back on the bed, my knees apart. Trenton followed, but instead of situating himself between my legs, he turned me onto my stomach, and pressed his chest against my back. His wet dick was nestled between my ass cheeks, and his lips were against my ear. He licked his index and middle finger, and then slipped his hand between the mattress and my stomach, reaching down until his warm, wet fingers were touching my pink, swollen skin.
I hummed as he caressed me, kissing the tender skin behind my earlobe. Once the sheets below me were soaked, I reached for the drawer. Trenton knew exactly what I wanted, and paused long enough to grab a square package, tear it with his teeth, and easily slide the latex over his rigid erection.