Page 33 of Stay A Little Longer
Chapter Ten
Lance was sticky. Sticky and sweaty and getting hard again. Plus, he couldn’t stop smiling.
God, was this what happy felt like? To get to be himself, share a meal with a man he was attracted to, admit that he liked and feel it reciprocated?
He’d never felt like this so it must be happiness. Acceptance. He’d been so worried he’d lost Trent when the other man figured out he was closeted. Equally worried that he’d out him but that had been ridiculous. He knew that now. Trent had just been outted himself. He wouldn’t put Lance through that. Not even if all they were was a one-night stand. And he wanted this to be so much more than a one-night stand.
It felt like more.
He liked Trent. Liked him a lot. Liked that he was so strong, so dominant. Liked that he was so sweet and understanding. Liked that he liked Lance even with all his baggage. Liked him so much that he was choosing not to think about how anything more with Trent would be incredibly difficult considering he was a celebrity in hiding and Lance was still in the closet.
“I want this ass.”
Lance groaned at the deep voice rubbing against his ear as a large palm stroked his naked cheek. His cock jerked and he let his head fall back. Trent chuckled and nuzzled him again even as he pressed him forward, guiding them towards the bedroom.
“Yes.”
He could feel Trent’s smile on his neck, “I wasn’t asking.”
And damn if that didn’t make Lance’s belly flip. So sure of himself. So confident. Trent didn’t just prefer to top. He topped in a way Lance had never known he needed. Bossy and demanding and so perfect that all Lance wanted was to please him.
“But not yet…” Trent smacked his ass again, just enough to make it sting, and then shoved him so that he tripped over the pants around his ankles and fell face first onto the bed.
“Oomph.” All the air rushed out of him as he struggled to catch himself. “Son of a…”
Trent chuckled, “Damn, that’s a sight.”
“Fuck off.” Lance snorted as he rolled himself over, his heart pounding when he caught sight of Trent’s handsome face, blue eyes sparkling and golden hair a mess from where Lance had been running his hands through it earlier.
“Not quite yet.” Trent toed off his shoes, “Tell me, where are your handcuffs?”
Lance sucked in a sharp gasp of air. Handcuffs. It wasn’t as if the thought had never crossed his mind. He had handcuffs. He was a Deputy. But using them in bed, being the one they were used on, his cock jumped again and Trent must have noticed because his smile turned to a knowing smirk.
“Cuffs, baby. Focus. Where are they?” Trent shot a look at the closet, “In the safe?”
His heart squeezed in his chest and he shook his head. God, this man. He wanted to do dirty, naughty, filthy things to him. Wanted Trent to do all manner of things to him. But he also wanted to hug him and hold him, cuddle him and tell him that he was sorry for all that he’d been through, tell him how proud he was of him for overcoming his parents’ hate, for still protecting his brother who hadn’t stood up for him. But all of that would have to wait because right now he just needed to reassure Trent that the gun was still locked up and he wouldn’t need to go anywhere near it to get the cuffs he wanted.
“They’re on my utility belt. Hanging by the dresser. I didn’t work today so the gun is still in the safe but the cuffs are on the belt.”
Trent’s gaze softened again with what must have been relief before his eyes flicked down Lance’s body, “Get naked. I’ll get the cuffs.”
Jesus, Lance licked his lips as he kicked off his own shoes and pushed his boxers and jeans the rest of the way down. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. Trent turned back to him with the cuffs in his hand, completely naked, cock hard again, all that tan skin and sexy ink on display, and those twinkling blue eyes. Yeah, Lance licked his lips again. Yeah, he was doing this.
“Arms up.” Trent ordered as he crawled over him.
“Don’t you want me to turn over?” Lance did as he was told but furrowed his brow.
“No. I told you. I’m not fucking you yet, and when I do, I’m gonna want to see your face the first time I push into you.” The cuffs locked around his left wrist and clanged against his iron headboard before the right snapped into place, “But first, I told you there was going to be an interrogation, remember?”
“Ah, fuck.” Lance growled as he realized Trent’s intentions.
Devious bastard. He intended to torture him. The proof of it was right there in his twinkling eyes and smug grin. Answers. Trent wanted answers.
“I didn’t uh…” Lance swallowed hard as Trent straddled his waist, “I didn’t exactly interrogate you earlier.”
“No. You didn’t. That was very sweet.” Trent leaned in and brushed their lips together, “But I did tell you the biggest secret I still had… and I want to know you better.”
“But…”
