Page 19 of Sweet Surrender
Trent turned on his stool, his eyes darting around the bar as if he waslooking for someone before he leaned in closer to me.
“You don’t know, do you?” he whispered.
“Know what?” My brows rose as my confusion grew. I mean, I knowI’d had a drink, but I didn’t think I was missing anything.
“This was a warning,” Trent said, waving a hand over his face. “Tostay away from you.”
I gaped back at him as his words sunk in before a smile broke out onmy face. “Ha. Good one, Trent.”
“No, seriously, Sav. Someone jumped me and told me to stay awayfrom you.” His tone was serious, and a hint of wariness shone in his eyes as they scanned the bar again.
Realizing he wasn’t joking, my smile dropped. “You’re serious, aren’tyou?” He nodded, and once again I took in the injuries to his face. “Who? Who did it?”
Guilt flooded me. Not that I had the first clue why someone wouldwant to hurt Trent and warn him to stay away from me, but his injuries looked pretty nasty.
“I don’t know, I had my back to him, and after he threatened me, heknocked me out,” Trent replied, flagging down the bartender and ordering a beer for himself and another Old Fashioned for me.
“Shit, Trent. I’m so sorry. I don’t know who would do that.”
For some reason, the image of Nash popped into my head and thelook of anger that crossed his face when Trent called me his girl, but that was stupid. Nash‘the-billionaire-who-could-get-any-woman-he-wanted’Carson wasn’t going to go around threatening men and knocking them out over a waitress.
“You really didn’t know?” Trent asked, giving me a skeptical look.
“Scout’s honor,” I said, holding two fingers up to my forehead.
He must have believed me as his shoulder sagged. “Well, there issomeone out there who is mighty protective over you,” he chuckled but there wasn’t an ounce of humor in it.
His words sent a chill down my spine. I wasn’t sure if I liked the ideaof a complete stranger thinking he was protecting me. At the thought, my mind went to the mystery of my missing underwear.
Another pair had disappeared, and I now hadnopanties to wear. Iwas going to have to buy some eventually,but I was holding off in case they suddenly appeared and I realized I’d just been a massive idiot and put them somewhere before forgetting where I’d put them.
“You okay?” Trent said, noticing my sudden quietness.
“Yeah. Maybe it isn’t safe for you to be seen with me.” Like Trent’s,my gaze roamed around the bar. Looking for who though, I didn’t know.
“Fuck it,” Trent replied, flashing me a salacious grin. “I never was oneto follow rules.”
As the drinks flowed, Trent grew flirtier with every passing minute.Innocent brushes to my lower back or hand turned into lingering touches. Harmless comments turned into sexually charged innuendos, and the tension between us was electric.
Even though I’d had four or five drinks, I didn’t feel drunk, and Icertainly wasn’t discouraging Trent’s behavior. For once, I was actually enjoying myself.
It felt good to switch off from all the shit I’d had thrown at me, and forthe first time in months, I had a genuine smile on my face.
Trent made me laugh with his corny lines, and with the alcohol swimming nicely in my veins, I felt relaxed for the first time since I opened the door to find the bailiffs standing there four months ago.
When the bartender told us it was closing time, Trent paid our tab,refusing to take my $100. I didn’t tell him it was the only money I had in the world; I didn’t want his pity.
Leaving the bar, Trent held my hand and insisted on walking mehome. The flirting continued along the way, and before we turned the last corner that led to my apartment complex, Trent tugged my hand, making me twist to face him. Before I had time to ask what was up, his mouth was on mine.
I didn’t protest. Instead, I opened my mouth to give him access whenhis tongue prodded against my lips, seeking entrance.
Trent grabbed my ass and gave it a firm squeeze. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, not giving a fuck that we were standing in the middle of the sidewalk, and ignoring the catcalls from a passing car.
Trent devoured my mouth, but he was a sloppy kisser. Kissing wasthe one thing Liam excelled at, but Trent, he was too fast, and far too much tongue for my liking. Still, I didn’t pull away, it was nice to have his attention, even if it came with saliva.
“Fuck, Sav. You’ve no idea how bad I want to fuck you,” Trent saidagainst my lips, his words going straight to my bare pussy which was rubbing against my jeans.
Right then, I couldn’t think of any reason why I shouldn’t let Trentspend the night pounding me. It had been too long since someone had made me feel good, and giving myself an orgasm wasn’t the same as when someone else gave me one.
