Wood (A True Lover's Story #2) - A.E. Via Page 0,95

the reassuring kiss, leaning against Wood’s chest. He breathed in that soft, gentlemanly scent in hopes of calming his racing heart. “You have nothing to be worried about.”

“I know,” Trent lied.

Wood had him pressed against the wall, his greedy hands roaming up and down his sides before he reached around and palmed his ass. Trent groaned thinking about what’d happened this morning and what would probably happen again tonight.

“You think I’m gonna let anyone take this from me?” Wood rumbled against his throat, nipping at his pulse.

Please don’t. Trent didn’t know how he was going to convince Wood to stay with him, to not leave him, to build something together with him if Bishop didn’t approve. He was going to tell his best friend tonight that he was crazy about his old cellmate, but no matter what Bishop said, he would fight for what he wanted this time. “We better stop.” Trent grunted.

“Okay,” Wood muttered, his fingers grazing along the crease of his ass. “Just a little bit—”

Trent jumped at the sharp knock on the front door before he heard the latch open.

“We’re here,” Bishop called out, slamming the door a second later. “Where are you guys?”

Wood was watching Trent with a hurt expression, and he belatedly realized that he’d shoved Wood off him the moment he heard Bishop’s voice. “Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Maybe you’ll feel more comfortable kissing me in here,” Wood snarled, yanking open the hall closet door.

Trent scowled at Wood’s judgmental face and grabbed the door out of his hand. Just as Bishop and Edison rounded the corner, Trent slammed it shut hard enough to rattle the trailer. “Don’t be a fucking asshole.”

Wood crowded Trent until he was forced back against the wall. “Don’t speak to me that way, Trent.”

“Hey, yo. Wait a minute. What’s going on?” Bishop asked, easing his hand in between them and nudging Wood back a few steps. “Damnit. You two told me you were getting along.”

“We are,” Trent muttered, casting his eyes over Bishop’s shoulder at a grinning Edison.

“It doesn’t sound like it,” Bishop said as he glanced back and forth between them. “Wood, look, man. I know Trent can run his mouth, but he’s really a lot of bark.”

Trent shook his head.

“Nah. He has a pretty good bite to match,” Wood said, his deep brown gaze watching him closely.

Trent casually licked his lips. He caught the slight tick in Wood’s jaw as his eyes dropped to his mouth. Little did Bishop know, Trent had figured out that Wood enjoyed it when he gave him attitude since it usually led to some serious handling and aggressive kissing.

“Hi, Trent,” Edison blurted loudly. “Hey, Wood.”

“Hi, Edison,” Wood answered. “I hope you guys are ready to eat. I had to skip lunch today.”

“Why?” Trent said as he was searching through the junk drawer for the takeout menus. “We have plenty of lunch meat.”

“I know. But you took all the ham.”

“Well, you’re the one that made my lunch today, so technically you took all the—” Trent caught himself, but it was too late. Bishop was too sharp to have missed that.

“Wait,” Bishop cut in. “Wood, you make Trent’s lunch?”

Edison chuckled.

“Not all the time, but if I’m making my lunch, then I’ll throw a sandwich together for him too.” Wood shrugged as he stared at Trent.

Trent wished he wasn’t as edgy as he was, but he knew he needed to man the fuck up and soon. If he wanted to be enough for a man as mature as Wood, then he needed to show it. Wood continued to eye him as they got the evening started, probably wondering when Trent was going to confess. They decided on pizza, and Trent tossed two menus on the living room table for them to choose from.

“Let’s go with Papa John’s,” Bishop said. “The sauce isn’t as salty.”

“I’m good with that.” He and Wood agreed.

“Make sure it has extra cheese and mushrooms,” Edison chimed in from the sofa as he perused through the DVDs.

“No mushrooms, remember. Trent hates them,” Bishop noted casually. “Even the thought of mushrooms makes him sick.”

“Is that so?” Wood asked curiously, his tone revealing his disbelief and disappointment. “I didn’t know that.”

“Oh yeah. He acts like an idiot anytime we see them growing wild when we’re cutting lawns. I think he’s a little scared of them.” Bishop laughed.

Trent closed his eyes, murmuring under his breath, “Bishop, you have a big fuckin’ mouth, man.”

“What? That’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Bishop shoulder-checked him when he