Wood (A True Lover's Story #2) - A.E. Via Page 0,113

across his thigh until he was sucking on his balls and making him solid for another round. That time Trent had wanted Wood on top, his legs on his shoulders, making love to him with long, deep thrusts.

Wood tied the condom off and tossed it in the wastebasket beside the bed.

“I’m going back to sleep,” Trent said groggily, looking blissfully sexed out. He had a faint smile on his face when Wood got a warm cloth to clean him up.

“Baby.” Wood patted Trent’s naked thigh, but he didn’t respond, already drifting off. “Let me draw on your back while you’re sleeping.”

“Mmhmm,” Trent agreed easily.

Wood smiled as he massaged the swell of Trent’s ass, thinking about what he was going to mark him with this time, when he heard a rustle against the front door. The hell. Was someone seriously trying to get in their house? The front door opened, and Wood was on his feet. He shoved his legs into his shorts, grabbed Trent’s bat from his closet, and rushed out of the bedroom.

He got to the end of the dark hall and raised the bat over his right shoulder, ready to swing, when Bishop’s scowling face rounded the corner, scaring the Jesus out of him.

“Don’t!” Bishop yelled, throwing his forearm up to block his head, but it would’ve been too late if Wood hadn’t thought fast.

Wood brought the bat down and slumped against the wall, clutching the center of his chest. “Dammit, Bishop. You trying to get yourself killed?”

“It’s just me.” He frowned. “Who’d you think it was this time of morning?”

“I don’t know. Anyone,” Wood hissed, trying to keep his anger to a dull roar. “My door was locked. How’d you get in here anyway?”

Bishop squared off with him, both of them standing eye to eye. “I used the spare key Trent keeps under the mat.” Bishop held up the single bronze-colored key as if it was a trophy.

“Well, we’re moving it,” Wood snarled and snatched the key away.

“Hey! That key has always been there. It’s for emergencies, Wood.”

Wood threw his arms up, gesturing around. “Where’s the damn fire, Bishop? What emergency?”

“I came to check on my brother,” Bishop argued, refusing to back down. “What the hell did you do, Wood?”

“Did you have to come check on him at o’dark thirty? Trent’s asleep.”

“I said what did you do? What the hell happened last night?”

“I had a fight with my man, Bishop. Is that unheard of?”

“With my brother, yes.”

Wood gripped the sides of his head in frustration. “For Christ’s sake, man. You and Mike act like you’re the damn Corleone family or something. It was a misunderstanding. We’re fine now.”

“Let me see for myself,” Bishop demanded, trying to get past him.

“Forget you.” Wood snagged Bishop’s elbow. “He’s not dressed.”

“Both of you shut up,” Trent grumbled, coming out of the room with his robe hanging off one shoulder.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” Wood said as Trent shoved past them to get to the bathroom.

“I would be if I was hearing impaired,” Trent said before he closed the door.

Wood shoved Bishop in his chest. “See what you did.”

Bishop pushed him back, making him hit the wall with a loud thud. “Me? You snatched my key away.”

“It’s not your key, bonehead. You don’t live here!”

“I said shut up!” Trent yelled from behind the door. “Nobody wants to hear this shit first thing in the morning.”

Bishop stood there staring at Trent when he came out tightening his old robe. “You good, dude?”

Trent nodded and cut his eyes to Wood. “Yeah, B. I’m all right. Wood’s right. I shouldn’t’ve run off like that yesterday and not given him a chance to explain.”

“Explain what?” Bishop glanced back and forth between them.

“Adam popped up,” Wood answered finally.

Bishop’s mouth resembled an O as recognition seemed to set in. Wood had spent many nights after lights-out talking with Bishop about his ex-fiancé.

“Great,” Trent mumbled. “So, you know him?”

“I know of him,” Bishop answered, then went in the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. “I guess you and the ex didn’t hit it off, huh, Trent? Well, there goes your throuple fantasy, Wood.”

Trent chuckled. “You’re an ass, Bishop.”

“Was just saying.”

Trent grabbed a box of cereal off the refrigerator, and Wood took it out of his hands before he could get a bowl. “I’m hungry,” Trent sighed. “You have to let me go back to eating my cereal in peace.”

“It’s a bunch of sugar and crap. No. You’re already feeling sluggish. One bowl a week of this mess is