Wood (A True Lover's Story #2) - A.E. Via Page 0,22

earn his respect, he’ll start to trust you. With his trust comes his loyalty.

Wood remembered the secret Bishop had told him about Trent. He decided to keep giving as good as he got because it appeared the only way his roommate was going to show him some decency and stop trying to play with his mind. If Trent wanted a challenge, then he’d give him one. He closed his sketch pad with a hard snap when Trent’s gaze traveled over his drawing. “That’s none of your business either.”

Trent frowned down at him. “I wasn’t trying to see it, asshole.”

“Yes you were.”

“No I wasn’t.”

“Mmhmm.” Wood got up and left Trent in the kitchen. He would’ve stayed to mess with him a little longer, but the moment Trent got close enough for him to smell his freshly cleaned body, his dick had gone painfully solid.

He closed himself in his room and leaned back against the door. Oh hell. He shoved his palm into his shorts and squeezed at the ache. What in the world was he doing? Dangit, he wanted to dislike Trent’s immature taunting to the point that it was an erection killer, but the little prick was having the opposite effect. Wood groaned as the throbbing got more intense. He had to get out of there and meet someone on his level, but he’d only been out of the halfway house a few days and he had more important things to take care of.

Ignoring his empty stomach, Wood removed his clothes and grabbed his towel so he could take a shower. In the bathroom he’d thought about rubbing out a quick release to the take the edge off his discomfort but decided against it. Hopefully soon he’d have a strong, willing man in his arms, and once he was balls-deep inside his tight ass… that’s when he’d let out years of pent-up restraint. He finished his grooming and threw on a clean pair of flannel lounge pants, foregoing a shirt so he could air-dry. He would’ve stayed in his room the rest of the evening, but the smell of fried meat permeating the trailer lured him back out.

Wood took his time walking down the hall, enjoying the view of Trent’s firm physique in a pair of loose cutoff sweats and a white T-shirt stretched across his toned shoulders, while he tended to whatever he was cooking on the stove. The sight was sexy as hell to him, and he didn’t stop his advance until he was standing directly behind Trent and looking over his shoulder.

“Mmm,” Wood purred. “Smells good. I love sausage.”

“Fuck.” Trent jumped and struck Wood in his stomach with his elbow. There wasn’t near enough force in it to hurt him, and Wood ended up laughing as he held his hand over his stomach.

“You’re giving me love taps already.” Wood eased to the side and leaned against the counter as he watched Trent flip the meat over. When he finished, his roommate turned to face him, appearing ready to go in on who-knows-what when those pretty eyes got as wide as saucers.

“Where the fuck are your clothes?” Trent yelled.

Chapter Twelve

Trent

“Jesus!” Trent tried to look away, but it was as if his brain was telling his eyes that there was nothing more fascinating to see at the moment than Wood standing before him, clean, wet, and bare-chested.

“I’m hot. You got the thermostat set on seventy-six… that’s too high. Besides, I do have clothes on,” Wood said calmly.

“No you don’t!” Fuck me. He’s playing again. Trent marched across the tight space and snatched the Sharpie and household rules off the refrigerator, tearing a piece of the corner in the process, and began to quickly scribble, “New rule! Clothes must be worn at all times. Top and bottom.”

Wood was shaking his head with an unfazed smirk on his face that made Trent’s blood simmer as he taped the paper back in place. He returned to the stove determined to focus on his dinner and not his roommate—who for some reason didn’t understand the meaning of boundaries.

“For as old as you are, I’d think you’d understand personal space,” Trent teased.

Wood took a half step to the side, barely moving at all. “Sorry. Am I too close?”

Trent scoffed, cutting his eyes to one of Wood’s stiff nipples, then hurrying to look away.

“That smells good. Is there enough in there for me?” Wood asked politely.

Trent rolled his eyes, knowing he’d sound like a complete asshole if he said no and ate the entire link