Wood (A True Lover's Story #2) - A.E. Via Page 0,34

my lower back… and it acts up sometimes. I must’ve slept wrong again.”

“Mmm.” Wood listened as he continued to rub the firm muscles with both hands.

“It’s all right. You don’t need to fuss. It’s been like this for a while,” Trent said, staring at Wood’s throat instead of meeting his eyes. “Ahhh.”

“Feel better?” Wood murmured against Trent’s wet hair. Damn, he loved how he smelled fresh out the shower. He felt even better, tucked tightly against his chest, allowing Wood to care for him. Another layer uncovered.

“Yeah. Thanks.” Trent practically moaned. He’d been holding on to Wood’s biceps, his blunt fingertips digging into his flesh the deeper Wood’s massage got. “It… it feels really good.”

Wood eased his hands away, needing to put some distance between them or else he might not be able to control himself much longer. Trent turned and walked in front of him, and Wood noticed he had a considerable limp and was favoring his left side as if the pain was traveling down his right leg. He went to the refrigerator and bent over to get his orange juice and ended up grunting loudly, his hand snapping around to the center of his back.

Wood darted across the kitchen and gripped Trent around his hips. “Easy. Let me help you.”

Trent turned around with a tight but mischievous smirk on his plump lips. “You sure you’re just trying to help me? Because it feels like you got something else in mind.”

Wood kept one arm braced around Trent’s waist, but he allowed his other hand to roam as he did last night… and Trent didn’t stop him. He knew he’d have to feed little bits of his lifestyle to Trent at a time, since he was sure he’d only dated women, not wanting to scare him away from this side of himself. So, he smoothed his hand under Trent’s tank top and up his flat stomach to the neat patch of hair in the center of his chest. He could feel Trent’s heart beating at a rapid cadence that matched his own. Wood didn’t stop until his palm was over Trent’s throat, and he hummed happily at the way his large Adam’s apple bobbed dramatically against the restriction.

“Do you really think it’s wise to provoke a man that’s been in prison for seventeen years?” Wood growled as his dick threatened to burst through his pajama bottoms.

“I-I guess not.” Trent swallowed again.

“Then I suggest you and your hurt back go in the living room and lie down for a while and stop playing dangerously,” Wood advised.

Trent turned around, his gaze dropping momentarily before they rose to Wood’s eyes. He saw the craving, but he also saw indecision in Trent’s heated expression. And Wood didn’t do curiosity. He’d know when Trent was ready for him. But damn, he hoped it was soon.

“I’m hungry. I can’t take my muscle relaxers on an empty stomach.”

“I’ll fix you something. Go lie down,” Wood ordered.

Trent’s brown eyes flashed with something akin to excitement before he nodded once… then obeyed. Wood thought he’d need another minute alone in his room, but he was able to get his erection down enough to make Trent his famous gooey-cheese spinach-and-mushroom omelet. Hopefully he still knew how.

Trent

Trent couldn’t believe his back chose to act up now of all times. He must’ve rolled into an awkward position after his amazing release last night because now his lower muscles were spasming like hell. He felt like an idiot for talking all that shit about Wood being old, and here he was, hobbled over and looking in need of a cane. Trent clenched his teeth when he eased down onto the cushions, his back suddenly feeling as if it were on fire. Fuck! He needed his pills badly.

“Just give me a bowl of cereal, Wood, so I can take these.” Trent grimaced. He had to hurry and get this under control; he was already feeling numbness in his hip.

“It’ll only be a minute. I’m making eggs,” Wood called from the kitchen.

“All right.”

Trent turned on the television and flipped the stations until he came to the highlights for today’s college football game. Wood came in ten minutes later with a checkered dish towel slung over his shoulder and carrying two plates of steaming eggs. Trent couldn’t help but admire the sexiness in Wood’s physique. He had on loose, gray lounge pants and a workout T-shirt with the gaping holes on the side so Trent could still see the beautiful designs that decorated all that

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