#Rev (GearShark #2)(30)

I was so glad I snuck in.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, talking in hushed tones. “How the hell did you get in?”

I held up the spare key to his reinforced lock and smiled.

He laughed. “No shit! I forgot you had that!”

I made a show of slipping it back into the pocket of my jeans. “I snuck right in. No one noticed ‘cause you were too busy getting them all riled up.”

“You heard that, huh?”

I chuckled. “Most of it.”

Hearing him talk made me more impressed. He was a good public speaker. People hung on every word he said. I couldn’t even blame them; I did, too.

“I wanted to beat his ass,” Trent growled and dropped on the edge of the mattress. “When I walked in, he was trying to convince everyone how great he was.”

“Judging from the stuff I overheard, no one really bought the bullshit he was selling.”

T made a sound and glanced over his shoulder. “I thought you went home.”

“Have you seen the way you fill out my shirt?” I teased. “I’d follow you anywhere.”

Trent’s white teeth flashed. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me, too.” I rubbed my hand over this head and trailed my fingers down the back of his neck. Of course I’d be here. There wasn’t anywhere else I wanted to be. The second he disappeared into the house and out of sight, there was this spot in the center of my gut that began to ache.

The idea of him in that house, basically full of vultures, left me feeling cold. Yeah, I knew T could handle himself. But not knowing… anticipating… lying in bed all night alone, just waiting for the next time I’d hear from him to be sure—I couldn’t handle that.

I parked down the street in an overflow lot most of the houses around here used when they had parties and needed extra parking. I put the Fastback in the back of the lot, in the dark—something I didn’t like to do because I was afraid someone would mess with it, or worse, try to steal it.

But it was a risk I was willing to take tonight.

I walked right in the house and moved swiftly up the stairs and let myself into his room. It took maybe thirty seconds.

I was gonna have to get up hella early, something I hated, but at least when I woke, he’d be beside me.

Damn. I was turning emo. I needed to drive. Fast.

“You’re right,” I said, trying to keep things light. Trent would never say it or even allude to it, but he was in pain.

He frowned. “Right about what?”

“This bed is too small for you.”

The sound of his low chuckle vibrated beneath my skin. “Sorry you snuck in now?”

I’d sleep in a cardboard box in the pouring rain if it were beside him. “Nope. We’ll just have to sleep extra close.”

“Best idea I’ve heard all day.”

“Take off your shirt,” I ordered.

“I feel used, Forrester. You’re just here for my body.”

I gave him the finger, then reached for the hem of the shirt to slowly peel it over his head. I did it extra slow—you know, because of his ribs. And because the way his abs rippled when he lifted his arms was something I needed to stare at longer than two seconds.

“I want to look at your ribs, jackass.”

“They look the same as when you saw them an hour ago.” He grunted.

I tossed the shirt onto the floor, and he reached for mine. I let him pull it off but then turned my attention to his midsection. He was right; it looked pretty much the same as earlier.

“I really wish I’d been here,” I whispered, ever so lightly caressing the worst of the bruising.

He caught my hand. “I’m glad you weren’t.”

I slid off the bed and made my way around the narrow space between the mattress and the wall, around to the side where T sat. I kneeled at his feet and pulled off his shoes.

Neither of us said anything as I worked, but I felt his eyes the entire time. Once the shoes and socks were gone, my hands slid up his legs and thighs to hook around the waistband of the sweats. Our eyes locked, and Trent lifted his hips and ass so I could slide the pants down and work them over his legs and feet.

“How do you like those boxers?” I asked, a little cheeky. I sure as hell liked looking at him in them.

“You’re not getting them back.” The depth of his voice and the way his eyes roamed over my face and chest made me flush. God, he was sexy.

“I can live with that.”

He smirked because it was so obvious by my throaty tone he made my body hum.

“Get your head out of the gutter, frat boy. You look more uncomfortable than a horse with a mouthful of bees. Lay down,” I said, trying to hide the desire I felt being this close to him.

“Frankly, I’m offended your head isn’t in the gutter with mine.”

I made a rude noise and pushed him back onto the pillows. “It is. After last night, my head should pay rent to the gutter ‘cause it’s gonna be living there.”

Trent smirked and crooked a finger at me. When his crooked front tooth flashed, fondness and desire battled within me. I never knew I could be so incredibly charmed and turned on at the same time.

Giving in, I pulled off my sweats and T-shirt. T was on his back, so I straddled him, hugging his hips with my thighs and giving him all my weight. I didn’t have to worry about crushing him; the guy was just as strong and muscular as the pro football players I lived with.