“In me,” I whispered so he knew he didn’t have to pull out.
Before the words had even fully left my lips, his body started convulsing as release ripped through him. The pulsing of his cock was my new favorite sensation, and I wiggled around a little so I could milk every last drop out of his shaft.
When he was done, he relaxed back onto his haunches, leaving himself still cradled in my body.
Beads of sweat dotted his hairline, and we both were breathing erratically. Trent eased out and collapsed beside me.
My head turned in his direction. “So much for my virginity,” I joked.
He grinned up at the ceiling, then rolled to kiss me. His eyes were serious when he pulled back. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I shook my head. “You don’t do anything without protecting me.”
He glanced away.
“What?” I asked, brushing the backs of my knuckles across his bare chest.
“I wish I could have protected you better today.”
“There’s nothing you could have said or done. It would have only made it worse.”
“That’s why I just sat there.” A muscle in his jaw ticked, and I knew today was a test of patience for him.
I knew he told me not to apologize. I knew he said I didn’t have to be responsible for what my father said to him. I said it anyway. “I’m sorry about what he said to you.”
Trent threaded our fingers together and lifted my knuckles to his lips. After a few minutes, he said, “It’s easier to blame me than you.”
“There shouldn’t be any blame at all,” I said. “Why does it feel like such a crime, such a hurdle to love you?”
“I don’t know, Forrester,” he murmured, kissing the backs of my fingers again. “I’m not sure I ever will.”
“I’m gonna go clean up,” I said, choosing to change the subject.
He released my hand. “I’ll be there in a sec. I’m gonna order some room service.”
The rest of the night, we watched TV, ate room service, and made out. We kept the conversation light and didn’t talk about my parents anymore. It was a good end to a shitty day, at least until it was intruded upon.
Trent’s phone went off with some frat business, and he spent some time on the line dealing with whatever Omega’s newest drama was.
It reminded me of the four men there I hated and vowed to get revenge on.
The football game was set for next week, but I wasn’t sure that was going to be enough payback. I thought about all the ways T protected me and how much abuse, physically and verbally, he’d taken because of our relationship.
Maybe because I’d witnessed the verbal abuse firsthand today, I lay in bed beside him that night and couldn’t sleep.
I plotted instead.
And I came up with a plan.
So while Trent was sleeping soundly, I crept out of bed and grabbed the room key. Now was as good a time as any to put my plan in play.
Trent
Game day.
Have a little fun at some asshole’s expense day.
The pressure Omega was raining down to find the guys who jumped me was getting real. They put out word far and wide on campus and made it clear there would be serious retribution for whoever dared mess with the fraternity.
And the Wolves?
They were applying their own pressure because one of their own was jumped.
So not only were the four guys in Omega feeling the pressure and hearing the smack talk inside the house, but outside, too.
Just call me Trent, king of the head game.
They were squirming, almost jumpy. After today’s charity game, they would likely be hurting. After that?
I was thinking it might be time to let the house in on what they didn’t know.
As much as I liked to play with my prey, it was getting old. Seemed like there was a hell of a lot more important things to deal with.
Since arriving back home from the meetings with Gamble and the suck-fest with Drew’s parents, he’d been a little quiet. I figured he had a right to it. I mean, his parents literally threw him out of his childhood home.
A couple times, I’d woken in the middle of the night to find him missing. When I’d crept through the house, I’d found him downstairs on the couch with a laptop. Both times, he’d told me he couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to wake me with the light of the computer.
He hadn’t withdrawn from me. The very air between us still burned with friendship and intimacy, but still, I worried about him.
Last night, he stayed at the frat with me. We fell into a pattern of alternating whose place we stayed at. The obvious best choice was our house, where we didn’t have to sneak around, but I was still president of Omega for a few more weeks, and my presence around here needed to be known. For many reasons, including keeping an eye on Con and keeping him on the verge of pissing his pants all the time.