Wood (A True Lover's Story #2) - A.E. Via Page 0,72

Trent could watch as he dragged his other hand back and forth over his thick pecs. Trent’s mouth got extra moist, wishing he could replace Wood’s palm with his tongue.

“You keep looking at me like that, baby, and I’m gonna insist you come home now,” Wood said in that voice he’d used last night when he was nose-deep in his junk.

Trent liked it when Wood called him baby. Hell, he liked when Wood called him all kinds of names: baby, brat, boy, even little shit. Trent didn’t try to hide what that tone was doing to him. They stared at each for a long moment before Trent said quietly, “I’m glad you’re feeling better. Seems like your meeting with Brody went well.”

“It did. Now I’m just waiting on you to get home.” Wood groaned, arching his back when his hand disappeared off the screen.

Fuck. “What are you doing?” Trent whispered, his eyes glued to his phone.

Wood’s panned lower. “I’ll let you see if you promise to give me some more of what I had last night.”

“Yes. Now show me,” Trent agreed without thought. Just before he was able to see something good, Wood’s phone snapped back up and he could only see his face and the top half of the couch. “Hey! What happened?”

Wood chuckled deeply. “Um. There’s a beautiful woman looking over your shoulder.”

Trent jumped so hard at the sound of Summer’s gasp that he dropped the phone to the table with a loud clatter. “Damnit, Summer. What the hell?” Trent checked that Wood’s call was still connected before he glared at his best friend.

“Oh my god. That is not how you described your new roommate. You lucky son of a bitch.” Summer dropped her bag on the table and strained to snatch his phone from where he had it tucked against his side. They could hear Wood laughing, and Summer’s attack became relentless. “I wanna talk to Wood.”

“Hello, Summer.” Trent heard Wood’s muffled voice over Summer’s begging.

“See! He said my name, that means he’s speaking to me. Let me talk.” Summer held her hand out for the phone, and Trent reluctantly turned the screen around. She started giggling and waving like an idiot, making Trent feel like he was back in junior high school. “Hi, Wood. I’m Summer. I’m Trent’s big sister, so that means you have to invite me over real soon so I can have a more thorough look at you.”

“You’re sick.” Trent frowned and snatched the phone away. He irritably noticed Wood had put on a T-shirt somewhere amongst the scuffle. “Great, now he’s all covered up.”

Wood laughed, and Summer fell over Trent’s back, clutching her chest as if she was melting from Wood’s hotness. “Even his laugh is fine.”

“I’ll let you guys enjoy what’s left of your lunch break. Trent, I’ll see you when you get home.”

“Mmhmm,” Trent hummed, staring hard into Wood’s eyes, knowing he could read what he couldn’t say out loud.

Wood began to nod slowly, a sexy smile teasing his ruggedly handsome face. “Did you read my note?”

Trent scoffed. “No. Not yet.”

“After you do, text me your answer.”

Trent’s nerves were wedged in his throat, so he simply nodded his approval and disconnected the call. Summer had the heat blowing in the truck by the time he settled into the passenger seat. He reached on the floorboard behind him, flung the lid of his lunch pail open, and read the scribbled words on the torn slip of paper tucked inside. Trent exhaled roughly, his dick going from half-hard to raging. Oh fuck me. Wood had ramped up the suggestive innuendo from thirty to one hundred overnight. Trent felt as if his head was spinning, he was so dizzy.

“You okay over there, guy?” Summer asked. “You look like you’ve just seen the man of your dreams and he’s waiting for you on your couch naked.”

Trent knew his face was several shades of red. Summer had hit the nail on the head. He folded the note and tucked it down in his pocket. Wood said he was cooking dinner tonight… and asked if Trent would be his dessert.

Before he thought about it too hard, Trent pulled out his cell phone and sent his answer.

Trent: Agreed. I’ll be ready to eat when I get home.

Wood’s reply was instant as if he’d been waiting for the message.

Wood: So will I.

Wood: And I plan to eat all night long.

Oh my god. Wood wanted to eat him. Trent squirmed in his seat, trying to get comfortable. Why’s it