Shane and Trey[ Enemies to Lovers 01 ] (24 page)

Something about the clumsiness made me relax. Like it was okay to fuck up—that this didn’t have to be perfect. Trey straightened, letting go of his shin as though he felt the shift. In three steps I was in front of him. And I believe, with a damn cocky smile on my face. “Sure, I’ll make you feel better.” I splayed my fingers over his chest and urged him to the bed.

“Oh, I like this.” He landed on a heap of pillows, me on top straddling him. His hands gripped at my waist, slipped up to my chest, shoulders. One hand cupped the back of my neck, and pressing he guided me to his lips.

The kiss started out soft. Nothing we hadn’t done before. Even when it deepened I knew what to expect. But in a small pause, Trey looked at me, serious. His eyes did not look clouded by lust, or admiration, or liking, even. His gaze met mine like a contract. Like the next twist of our tongues would be us signing an agreement.

To care, to respect, to be real.

With an urgency to it that made Trey tremble under me, I kissed him.Yes, I care for you, and respect, and wish us both to keep it real. Will also showyou as best I cave ton howmuch.

Our next shared look was a smile.

“Okay, babe, can you scootch over for a minute? I want to get—” I moved one leg off him, nudging him gently where it counted on my way. A sexy smile lit his face, prompting me to press the tip of my finger under his balls. Anything to see that expression again. That whispered elation and—hell yeah—horniness. Scratching lightly through the material, he shuddered. “Lost my thought. Why did I want you off me?”

“No idea.” He sprung up, almost into an attack. Breathing hard, planting kisses sure to leave me bruised.Bring it on.

Somehow we were both kneeling, middles jammed tight against each other. Nipping my lips with his teeth, he mmmed. The humming vibration making all the hairs on my body static. Sensitive.

Sitting back on his heels, he took a couple of breaths. I did the same, looking at his long tight thighs. What next? I glanced at Trey and internally shrugged—well here’s to being myself.At least, I imagined this would feel good. And that was what I wanted for my Trey. I bent down, and licked a slow path up his inner thigh, reaching around and grabbing his ass. “Take these off,” I said, once I got the edge of his boxers.

Trey stood up on the bed, slightly rocky on his feet. I did the same and we quickly got rid of those last scraps of material between us.

I ran an appreciative gaze over Trey’s body. I loved how proud he held himself. How he could be confident and assertive, and yet shy at the same time, chewing on his lower lip. He eyed me up. His eyes crystallizing with lust. Fantasy after fantasy almost projecting out of his head. Well, he wasn’t alone.‘Cause baby. It may not happen first time round, but I intend to rock your world.

Trey leaped off the bed. “Just a tick.” He turned his back to me and began rummaging through his pack. I rested my elbows on his shoulders, now kneeling on the bed and looking over his shoulder.

He stepped back more so my erection rubbed against his back. When he turned around he chucked a bottle of lube and a packet of condoms onto the comforter. An excited, albeit nervous, rush sizzled through me. I let out a heavy breath.

“You okay, babe?” I nodded. “Ah-huh. Um…you nervous?”

“No. Yes.” He paused, gathering his thoughts, while stroking himself. “Well, I’m excited. I’m fucking turned on by you it hurts.” A coy expression. He glanced to the lube. “Okay, perhaps a little anticipating”—he then stared at my hard cock—“that it might hurt.” He jerked a shoulder, brushing off what he’d just said like it didn’t mean a thing. “But, whatever. That’s just the beginning…You?” His tone softened. “How do you feel?”

I paused. Should I just nod, a quick awesome, nowlet’s get on with it?I didn’t want talking about this to kill the moment. But then, hadn’t we promised to care, to respect, to be ourselves? “Ah, I’m, um, yeah, I’m nervous. I want it to be good for you.”

Trey breathed out. Was that relief? “Babe. Love. Sex is great, but, honestly?” He reached out for me. One long stroke. Shudder. “The intimacy thing,” he moved his lips to my ears. Another stroke. Double shudder, “you being as close to me as you can get? Hell. That’s what’s going to make this amazing.”

I took his free hand in mine and laced our fingers together, squeezing slightly. Brought him towards me. Kissed him. “I want to see you.”

Understanding, Trey positioned himself on his back on the bed, a pillow under his hips. He parted his legs and my dick twitched in response. I was on fire with lust. As he uncapped the lube, I rested a hand on his thigh and met him with my tongue. He took my other hand dribbling two fingers with lotion. I brought them to him, grounding gently, uncertainly, at his ring. A moan and Trey moving against my fingers encouraged me—hell more than thavmovingt, I was hurting here! Knowing he liked it, I slid in a finger and then two as I sucked him.

I looked up at Trey, guttural sounds escaping his partially opened mouth, his eyes glassy, and hands combing my hair. My fingers moved harder, faster. He tugged a bit, gasping. “Babe, much longer and I’m gonna…”

I gave a last suck and came up, withdrawing my fingers. He sat up and handed me a condom. Once I’d slipped it on, he lathered me with lube. That alone was enough to send me over the edge. Trey gave a knowing, and cheeky grin. Lying down, he raised his backside to me. Those beautiful thighs grazing against my hips. Again he chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes excited,happy. He lifted his thigh high enough for me to kiss. Knowing, probably by the way I stared at his lips, that was what I wanted.

Trey inhaled sharply as I slowly pressed into him, but he kept his eyes on me, a smile on his face. I steadied. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Keep, ah, going.” I pushed deeper. Fully in, I stopped. “You still…” He kept his gaze on mine, nodding slightly. “In so deep. Feels…good.”

Unable to keep still any longer I thrust. His body answered mine, accepted me, tight. Delicious. Trey’s face melted, pleasure overtaking him. Seeing that intensified the already fantastic feeling it was to be inside him.This couldn’t be more right. This feels fucking incredible. Yeah, but this round I ain’t gonna last long.My deep moan clashed with Trey’s. I had him grasped with a firm hand, stroking back and forth. “Ah, Trey,” I cried. “You feel…so damn…great.”

“Oh, fuck, Shane.” He squeezed his knees around my waist. “I’m there.”

Hearing his low sexy voice grunting my name did it. With my next thrust I came into him. And he, over my stomach and chest. Breathing hard, I removed the condom, tied it up and threw it into the bin next to the bed. Then let myself fall on top of him. Trey pushed the hair out of my face. I lifted myself enough to look into his eyes. “Are you...”alright?

H i s y e scame in form of the largest grin. “That was incredible. Damn.” I went to move off him—to lie at his side, but Trey restrained me. “Stay.” I heeded the command in his voice. (Whoa, it was hot!)

We held each other, until I thought Trey had fallen asleep. Again, I tried to climb off him, but his arms locked me in place. “Nope. I like you right where you are. In fact…” He shifted slightly. Oh, I got the point. Well, felt it.Sure, I can go another round.

A loud bang had us both jolting into sitting positions. At the sound of steps up the stairs, Trey relaxed. “They can never just shut the door. They always have to slam it.” He kissed me light and buttery. “Now, where were we?”

Aunt Patricia’s voice trailed up from the entrance. “Who was stupid enough to leave a pack, right in the middle of the hall?” I jumped off Trey.

“Oh, that’s mine.” Where the heck were my boxers? I should’ve moved that pack. Should’ve thought it would be hard for Patricia to get around.

“Hey, calm down, babe. It’ll be taken care of. Besides, Ma and Pa are down there with her.”

Still, I felt insensitive not doing anything. Trey picked up on that, because he chuckled and threw on his pair of underwear. “I’ll get it for you.” And he walked out the door, just like that. Heat flooded to my face as I imagined what his family would be thinking, seeing him in only his briefs. They would have to know what they’d been up to.

I flopped on the bed, an elbow over my face until Trey came back. Dumped the pack at the door and jumped on top of me. “Hmm, this way looks fun too.” His cheeky grin had me mirroring it. “But, unfortunately, it’ll have to wait. Pa suggested we all have lunch together. So,” he got up, pulling me with him, “we’d best shower.”

One way-too-short-by-any-standard ethinately,shower later (no way near enough play! I’d remedy that in our next one), we sat ourselves around the dining table. The head chair scraped across the wooden floorboards as Trey’s mom joined us. She gave us a brief smile. Actually, when she did that, she almost seemed sweet. Trey’s dad rested his hand over hers, and gave her a slight nod. She swallowed and motioned the breads, crackers and cheeses spread over the table. “Help yourselves.”

I looked at Trey, whose face would have glowed in the dark. With an enthusiastic, “Thanks, Ma!” he clutched my thigh under the table and squeezed.

Aunt Patricia’s nose twitched as she muttered something under her breath and dumped a slab of bread on her plate. Her alcohol withdrawal, according to Trey, made her more emotionally volatile. I felt uncomfortable around her, in that I had no idea what to do or say.

“So, how was your camping trip?” I answered Trey’s dad with a summarized account. Then I pressed my thighs against Trey’s hand, as I said, “I just loved it. Really, really loved it.”

We three men kept up the conversation throughout lunch, while Trey’s mom and Aunt slipped into a reflective and darker mood respectively.

Trey chatted in some detail with his dad about basketball. Not wanting to disturb him, and thinking to help his mom, I stood up and piled the dirty dishes together. When I took Aunt Patricia’s plate, she almost snatched it back out of my hand again. I rushed into the kitchen and placed them on the bench.

“She’s not always like this you know.”

I twisted to face Trey’s mom, and nodded. “Sure, I… it must be difficult for her—I…” I didn’t know what I was saying, or what I should be saying.

“It’s partly the alcohol, but that was just another symptom in a long list. She’s been hurting badly for the last year, since her husband left her. He couldn’t handle her condition anymore. Thought he was still young enough to start a new relationship. One with hope.”

I shifted from one foot to the other. That was so horrible. So…sad. “I’m…I’m sorry to hear that.”

She opened the dishwasher and we both started to fill it. “It’s been tough on the family. It’s hard. On Patricia. On me…On Trey.”

A part of me wanted to tell her it wasn’t only Patricia’s condition that was hard on him. But I bit my tongue and instead placed the cutlery in its holder.

She sighed. “I’ve forgiven him for what happened. I’ve told him that. But…” The dishwasher door clicked shut. “…I still find it hard to show him. I noticed you looking at us, at Patricia and me. Wondering. I know you care about him, and I feel we don’t get on very well.” She met my gaze. Those were Trey’s eyes. “You think me an awful mother, right? Well, I know it. It just hurts looking at him sometimes. Reminding me of his part to play in this family’s misery. I try not to blame him.”But I do, lingered unspoken in the air.

Stunned at her open admission, I didn’t know how to respond. What she said was truthful and honest to a painfully brutal extent. Had she ever said this directly to Trey? My heart lurched at the thought of it. It hurt me for him hearing it. How must he have felt?

Trey came into the kitchen then, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “What’s up?”

Um? Uncomfortable! “Ah—” “We were just talking about Patricia,” Trey’s mom said, and left the kitchen.

Trey stiffened behind me. “What about her, exactly?” he asked in a strained voice, clutching me tighter.

I remembered his words fresh from yesterday, pleading me not to ask him about what had happened.Trust me, yeah? “Just about how her husband left her, Trey.” A slither of guilt at the white lie had me holding my breath.

His arms slackened, and I exhaled. “Come on.” Trey tugged me out of the kitchen twayexhaoward the stairs. “Let’s get—ah—cuddly again.” Oh, yeah, baby!

We raced up to his room where I jumped on him locking my legs around his waist—jeez was that fun! His strong arms held me firmly, I leaned down to meet his lips—

Beep-beep. Beep-beep. Beep-beep.

“Darn cell phone.” I breathed the words on his lips, and disentangled myself from him. I didn’t get called often, usually just texts, so I was curious more than anything who was ringing.Probably June, or Mom.
Beep-beep.I fished for the phone and scanned the ID. I didn’t recognize the number.

“Hello, Shane here.”

“Hey, Shane, it’s Lucas here.” I stilled at his quiet, serious tone.What’s happened?Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom— my heart accelerated. “It’s Syd’s dad. He had a bad heart attack and was just flown from their farmhouse to St. Warren’s hospital.”

“Oh, shit.” Even though I despised the guy, I worried for Syd, how he was taking this. Trey eyes widened in question as I sat on the edge of the bed. He held my hand. “Is there something I can do?”

“Yes. My band had a gig on this weekend, and I’m a day and a half’s drive away. I’m on my way to him now, but I’m not going to be there as soon as I’d like.” I heard the tremble in Lucas’s voice. “Look. Syd really needs some support right now. He’s gone to the hospital. His sisters and mom won’t be there until much later tonight. He hasn’t spoken with the man for a long time. I know this visit is hard for him, especially considering…” Lucas’s voice trailed off. But I remembered clearly him tracing his finger over Syd’s thigh.Where the fucker had thrown boiling water on him.

A combination of anger and concern rose in my gut. Even if I couldn’t understand why Syd was going to see him at all, I would be there for him.Just give me an hour.“I’m going now. Does he need anything?”

“Just your love man. Be anything and everything he needs you to be until I’m there.”

 

Chapter Eighteen

I FLEW OUT the door, Trey close behind. Keys poised in hand, we swiftly made it to the car and onto the main drag. Coming Syd.