times when I know you let me see a side of yourself you keep from everyone else, that you trust me with that part of yourself, when the real Trey breaks through—those times scare the bejeezus out of me. Those are the times when I want to wrap you up and run away with you. When I wish you knew how strong I was so you’d let me battle by your side to beat back all the garbage in your head. But times like last night, when you open yourself bare and let me see all that light you’re hiding and I feel how warm it is, freaks me the frick out because I want that so bad, to feel it for the rest of my life, I forget to be scared. That’s—”
I didn’t finish my explanation. I was plucked off the stool and my booty was planted on the counter. I still hadn’t gotten my bearings when Trey’s hands went to my thighs and he roughly opened them before stepping between them.
Face-to-face, our eyes locked and he gave me everything.
“Takin’ my back.”
That was all he said before his mouth slammed down on mine and his tongue invaded. Then his hands started moving, but not to grope—to pull me even closer when my front was already plastered to his. One arm was diagonal across my back, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe. His other hand was fisting my hair, holding me where he wanted. I gave myself more and melted into him, taking from him as surely as he was taking from me. My fears liquefied and then evaporated. Another thing I didn’t understand, but with Trey’s tongue in my mouth I didn’t take the time to contemplate how I could be scared and happy at the same time.
Through this, a phone rang then until it stopped. Just as Trey was grinding his erection between my legs it started again. He tore his mouth from mine and I dazedly stared up at him wondering how upset he’d be if I tossed the ringing phone in the garbage disposal.
“Cute.” He kissed my nose and tagged his cell off the counter, not taking himself away from me when he answered.
“Lenny?” There was a pause, and even if I hadn’t been studying his handsome features, had his body close, I would’ve felt it. The room filled with ugly. “Right. Sorry about that. Let ‘em in.”
Trey tossed his phone on the counter, it bounced off and landed on the floor. So maybe he wouldn’t have cared if I’d chopped it up in the garbage disposal.
I lifted my gaze from the face-down cell back up to him and I wished I would’ve taken my chance with the disposal.
“Fuck,” he clipped. “Fucking hell.”
Trey not being one to shy away from using the f-word, the use of it twice didn’t concern me. But the look on his face did.
“My parents are here,” he announced, like Ivan the Terrible and his army were getting ready to storm the premises and we needed to find weapons and shields to beat them back.
“I take it this is not good news.”
“Fuck. No.”
All righty then. Another f-bomb. This one unmistakably irate.
“Okay. So, they’re here and they’ll be pulling up any minute. What do you need from me?”
“Fuck.”
“Not sure we have time for that, honey, but is there something else I can do?”
“Goddamn cute,” he huffed. “And takes my back.”
I didn’t know what to say to that so I remained quiet, though I feared we were running out of time. If Trey didn’t explain what was about to happen, I’d have to wing it and I’d never been very good at improv. I needed a clear picture or I tended to put my foot into my mouth and choke.
“My dad’s an asshole. He’ll likely say shit that is inappropriate and it will piss me off. It will also hurt my mom, she’ll try her best to hide it, but I’ll see it and it will piss me off more.”
Um. That didn’t sound good.
“Why are they here?”
“Fuck if I know.”
“Where do they live?”
After I asked, I wondered why I hadn’t asked sooner.
“Maine.”
“Maine?” I repeated.
“Yup.”
There was a knock at the door and Trey stiffened. When another loud bang reverberated, I jerked. Trey saw it and his lips flattened.
Oh, boy, even the knock sounded mean.
“I will not let him fuck with you.”
That didn’t sound good.
“But you’ll let him mess with you?” I inquired.
Trey didn’t answer, which was his answer.
Crap. Maybe Ivan the Terrible was