Page 14 of Stay A Little Longer
Trent’s frown faded away and he smirked. Adorable sleepy bastard. Did he even know Trent had said he was leaving?
“It’s not that early. It’s almost nine.” He stroked his fingers through the thick strands of his dark hair and gently lowered his head to place a chaste kiss against Lance’s bruised mouth. At least he’d intended for it to be chaste. Lance apparently had other ideas because as soon as Trent started to pull away he looped his arms around his neck, keeping him close and his tongue swept out to lap at Trent’s bottom lip.
He groaned, “Baby I need..”
Lance kissed him again and Trent gave in to the moment. He closed his eyes and deepened the kiss. Morning breath be damned, he wasn’t leaving this trailer without the taste of Lance on his tongue. He’d never gotten to have this before. Never woken up with another man. Never had sleepy morning conversations or sweet, goodbye kisses. He stroked his tongue deep, tasting, memorizing, and only when Lance went soft beneath him did he force himself to pull away.
“I have to go.”
Dark brown eyes met his, sleepy and a little dazed, “Will I ever see you again?”
Trent’s lips twitched, “Do you want to see me again?”
“Yes.”
No hesitation. Not a flicker of doubt. Trent’s cock twitched again at the eagerness. Damn it, how did he have it so bad for a guy he barely knew?
He needed some space. Some air. Needed to sort through whatever it was that made his heart jackrabbit when those dark eyes met his. Was he just needy and emotional right now because of everything that had happened?
Probably. But that assessment made something in his chest hurt. He didn’t want to think that he’d used Lance last night. He wanted it to be more than that, no matter how crazy the thought might be.
“Then yes, absolutely yes.” He answered before he thought it through fully. “You’ll see me again.”
He’d intended to tell Lemon he couldn’t stay in Fate when he saw her this morning. He’d come here to crash for one night and then he’d planned to be on his way. He’d wanted to be alone with all of his conflicting feelings and emotions, to figure out who he was and what he wanted.
But then he’d stumbled into the wrong trailer and the right bed and bam, he didn’t want to be alone anymore. He didn’t want to leave Fate. Not yet. Not until he worked out if he’d somehow lucked into exactly what he wanted and ended up right where he was supposed to be.
Fate.
Lance smiled, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Trent kissed him again quickly, “But right now I have to go. I’ll see you later okay?”
“K.” Lance nipped his lip slightly before letting him go.
Trent could feel those dark eyes on him as he hurriedly found his clothes and jerked them on. He nearly tripped getting his jeans on because he glanced back to find Lance eyeing his crotch. That slightly arrogant, knowing smirk made his dark eyes light up and Trent had to look away or risk taking the bastard up on the blatant offer in his gaze.
He tugged his t-shirt over his head and tried to remember where he’d kicked off his shoes. When he finally found them he had to sit down on the bed to pull them on and he felt Lance shift behind him. When a big set of hands slid around his waist he groaned and tilted his head to the side automatically, enjoying the feel of the five o’clock shadow against his sensitive neck as Lance kissed him there.
“Baby…” He warned, “You gotta stop.”
“Why?” A lick of wet tongue against his nape made him shiver.
“I have to go.”
“Or you could stay. I have the day off…”
His voice was husky and rough but he forced the words out, “Lemon is on her way here. She’ll be here any minute. Rather, she’ll be next door at Seth’s trailer where she expects me to be.”
Lance immediately stilled and tension filled the space between them as he pulled away, “She’s on her way here?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh.” The sound was strangled, tight, and when Trent turned to face him Lance’s face was pale, “Okay. Yeah. You should go.”
Ouch.Trent flinched at the dismissal. What the hell was that? Lance had been all but suctioned to him a moment ago. Now he was retreating across the bed, putting as much distance between them as possible.
His brows knit, “What’s…”
