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Then he slid down under the covers and reached out and tugged me down next to him. “Get under here,” he said. “I’m cold.”
“Okay, baby.” I lifted my arm so he could tuck himself against my side, and we settled under the quilt.
It took a long time for the tension to leave Scout’s body and for his breathing to soften as he slid toward sleep. I knew how to read the signs—he was turning something over and over in his thoughts. He did that sometimes, when his feelings threatened to overwhelm him. He took a while to break them down into pieces small enough to deal with, but that was just the way he was.
I pressed a kiss to his forehead and closed my eyes.
Waiting for Scout Talbot-Smith to figure out how he felt had always been worth the wait and always would be.
CHAPTER FIVE
SCOUT
Iwas in love with Trey Montgomery.
It wasn’t new information by any means, but whatwasnew was this urge to actually… tell him.
With words.
Trey was still asleep, one arm locked around my waist to keep me close, and I lay there and waited for the urge to pass, but the thought wouldn’t go away.
You should tell Trey you love him.
Which was ridiculous. He knew. And I knew he knew, which was the important thing, right? There was no need to turn it into an uncomfortable declaration of feelings for both of us.
Except—and this was the thing that had my gut squirming—I knew that the only one of us uncomfortable in this scenario would be me. Trey would probably love it. Scratch that, he’d definitely love it. Trey didn’t guard his feelings like a dog with a bone the way I did. He shared them freely. And I could guarantee that the only reason he hadn’t said the thing we didn’t say before now was because he was waiting for me to say it first. And before that happened I’d have to get comfortable with revealing that much of myself—which, given my track record, could take anywhere between three and ninety-seven years.
Trey sighed, and his breath was warm against the back of my neck. “What are you thinking about? You’re coiled tighter’n a watch spring,” he murmured.
“Am not,” I lied.
“Mm-hmm.” Trey nuzzled the back of my ear. “I have an idea how to relax.” He slipped a hand inside the waistband of my underwear and wrapped it around my morning wood, and yeah. Morning sex sounded like the perfect way to shut my brain off right now.
I lifted my hips and shimmied out of my boxer briefs while Trey did the same, then rolled so we were facing. Trey grinned, then reached over and grabbed the lube off the nightstand. He slicked up his palm and reached between us, grabbing both our dicks and starting to jerk us off nice and easy. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the steady slide of his palm on my skin and the heat of his dick where it was pressed against mine as I rocked my hips forward.
Trey leaned in and kissed along my collarbone because he knew I liked it and he liked watching me squirm. I tipped my head back and fucked up into his hand in short, jerky movements, my breath coming in shallow pants and my dick throbbing in anticipation.
It didn’t matter how often we did this. I was always surprised at how easily Trey could take me apart—and today was no exception. It was barely any time before he tightened his grip and twisted his wrist just right. Heat rushed through me, my dick pulsed, and a single thrust of my hips later I was coming, spurting all over his hand and stomach.
It was only seconds later that Trey tensed and let out a low grunt, his cum streaking my skin and adding to the mess.
He let out a shaky sigh, his hand curling around our softening dicks while we melted into the mattress for a while.
When I finally opened my eyes, Trey was watching me, his expression intent. He leaned in and kissed me, deep and tender all at once. And as we kissed, I swore it unlocked something in me, and I wondered why the hell I was dragging my heels about this. It wasTrey.He was the best thing ever to happen to me, and I was going to tell him I loved him—even if it did feel like I was about to skydive without a parachute.
I guessed that was why it was called falling in love.
I swallowed around the sudden lump in my throat. The words were right there, and they were real, but I just couldn’t push them out, because saying them would reveal all my vulnerability to Trey, and if there was one thing Talbot-Smiths didn’t do, it was show our soft underbellies.
Which, thank you, I was well aware was ridiculous.
Firstly, Iwasin love with Trey, and saying it aloud wouldn’t change it.
(Except for that part where it would changeeverything.)
And secondly, Trey wasn’t a fox and I wasn’t a rabbit. The soft underbelly thing really didn’t come into play.
(Except for the part where it absolutelydid.)
