Wood (A True Lover's Story #2) - A.E. Via Page 0,74

the realization they weren’t alone. “Hey… what?”

“You told me the two of you were getting along.” Bishop walked over, and Wood had to put his fist over his mouth to hide his grin as Trent stood there seething at him. “You even stayed home from work while he recovered from the flu. I mean… did I miss something?”

“We are getting along. Aren’t we, Trent?” Wood winked. “He just loves his rules, that’s all, Bishop.”

“Trent, go get changed. I’m starving.” Bishop clapped his hands together. “Wood made pasta. I thought tonight was gonna be a bust after being around Edison’s corny friends for two hours.”

“Y’all are staying?” Trent cut his eyes to Wood longingly—he knew what he was feeling—then back to their impromptu company.

“Sure.” Bishop went to the couch and scooped Edison onto his lap. “Y’all ain’t got nothing else to do, right?”

Wood waited to see if Trent would say yes, but he was mildly disappointed when he shook his head and headed toward his bedroom.

“I won’t be long.”

Trent

Trent hurriedly shed his filthy work clothes and dropped them in their separate hamper in his closet. He put on his robe and tossed his towel over his shoulder so he could get to the bathroom. As soon as he stepped out of his door, Wood slammed into him, pinning him against the wall. He gasped at the sudden, but welcome, surprise. Before he could ask what the fuck, Wood’s hot mouth was on him.

“Hey! What was that?” Bishop yelled from around the corner.

“Nothing. Trent hit the wall,” Wood called in return, then pulled Trent’s bottom lip between his teeth.

Trent closed his eyes and wrapped his arms tightly around Wood’s waist. He snatched and pulled on his thin T-shirt, pressing their hard-ons together until the throb in his lower body began to fade. Wood shoved one side of his robe open and slid his thigh between Trent’s legs. He went up on his toes when the coarse denim of Wood’s jeans came into contact with his balls, making him almost fucking explode. Trent turned his head and peeked down the hall, not wanting to get busted, but also not wanting to stop.

“Goddamnit.” Trent murmured as Wood kneaded his ass, his face buried in his throat. “Why didn’t you tell me they were coming?”

“They just showed up. I didn’t know either,” Wood said between bites of the sensitive skin beneath his ear.

“Mmmm, get off me before Bishop’s nosy ass comes to see what all the grunting is.” Trent halfheartedly shoved at Wood’s chest. “And I need to shower.”

Wood growled. “You smell fine to me. You smell like a hard day’s work.”

Trent ran his fingers through Wood’s hair and pulled him to his mouth. He smelled wonderful, and Trent was looking forward to having Wood’s scent embedded all over his sheets tonight. “Get of rid of them,” he ordered.

Wood grazed the tip of his tongue along his. “We can’t be rude.”

“Fine.” Trent shoved him away and went toward the bathroom. “I guess we won’t have room for dessert.”

Chapter Thirty-Five

Trent

Trent sat outside the ranch-style home that Bishop and Edison shared in an affluent part of Virginia Beach. He glanced at the time and saw Edison still had fifteen minutes to get there on time. Trent may’ve been a little excited about his date, especially after Wood’s behavior last night when he realized he didn’t have the time to indulge as he’d planned. Instead they’d had to listen to Edison drone on during dinner about the benefits of fresh ingredients over premade. By the time their company left, Trent was too tired to do anything, and he had to be up for work in five hours.

He smiled as he read the recent messages in his and Wood’s text thread. It was bordering on vulgar sexting at this point. He really wished they’d had a chance to do more exploring last night and he wouldn’t be so damn anxious today, but that was why he’d chosen to talk to Edison. Not long ago Edison had confided in him that he’d been a virgin when he’d met Bishop. Now he wasn’t. If anyone would understand what Trent was feeling, it’d be him.

Wood: Brody said he can drop me off after the mtg

Trent glanced around to make sure the coast was still clear, feeling his body warming. Never in his life had he been this excited for anyone.

Trent: K. I’ll be waiting for you in living room at eight. He sent the text and then immediately regretted it. Shit, that