#Rev (GearShark #2)(95)

“Thank you,” I murmured against his lips, then kissed him.

He kissed me back softly. It was a meeting of the lips, a whisper from the heart. We didn’t kiss as long as I wanted, but we were in a parking lot.

After we made it past the toll booth, I turned onto the main road. “Ivy wants us to stop by the compound.”

“Yeah?” Trent asked. “Now?”

I felt his pain. I was horny as hell. Three days was the longest I’d gone without some form of sex since T and I got together.

“She’s waiting for us.”

He groaned. “Fine. What’s she want to show us this time?”

“I think the kitchen,” I said, shrugging.

The compound was the house Romeo and Braeden decided to build after Nova was born. It was basically just several acres of land all sectioned off by a stone fence (or wall, however you wanted to look at it) with a giant house for the four of them to live in. It was a necessity considering their celebrity status in the state and the fact the press never left them alone.

When T and I told the fam about our plans to get a place once he graduated and they were ready to move into the compound, shit hit the fan.

Another family meeting was called.

They assumed we would be moving in with them.

Six people plus a baby under one roof? Didn’t anyone want any privacy?

The house they were building was big, big enough that everyone had their own wing. Trent and I didn’t want that, though. We liked to live in our own little bubble as much as we could.

But we did love the family, and honestly, I wanted Trent to have them nearby. He spent too much of his life alone already. It was time he had what he always deserved.

The solution was to build a place of our own on the property, within the walls of the compound. It was kinda perfect really. The press didn’t exactly leave T and me alone either.

We’d sort of become a hot topic in magazines and papers. The press loved any shot they could get of us together, added bonus points if we were touching.

Mostly, we were accepted by the racing world. The fact we were part of a “no rules” division of underdogs was exactly as everyone hoped. It worked in our favor.

Of course, we got the hate. We got the comments, the nasty emails, and occasionally, we got hassled in public. That never ended well. Trent didn’t take kindly to anyone approaching us.

Especially me.

The last time I had some words with an abusive photographer, the guy got too close and Trent knocked him out.

So yeah, walls around our private residence were a good thing.

We could afford it because I got a fat paycheck from Gamble for the season. Then I got a bonus because I won so many preliminaries. If I made it to the championship race at the end of season one, there was quite a paycheck waiting at the finish line.

At first, Trent wasn’t too keen on me slapping down the money to build us a place. But it wasn’t as if he didn’t bring in income. He did. He got paid for managing my deals and he got paid well for his job with NRR.

We definitely weren’t rolling as deep as Romeo, but money wasn’t necessarily an issue.

Besides, buying a house was an investment in our future, the one we had together. Trent couldn’t argue with that.

Ivy was designing the place because when we were asked about finishes, I said I liked black and Trent announced he didn’t care.

Ivy was appalled, so she took over. I made her promise not to make it look like a bunch of girls lived there, and from what I’d seen so far, she was doing a good job. Until the houses were finished, we all still lived where we always had. Trent had moved in right after he handed the presidency over to Zach.

He graduated last month, and his mom didn’t come.

But Granny did.

I went and got her and drove her to campus myself as a surprise.

It was the first time I’d ever seen T cry.

She cried, too, and then she asked me to floor it because she liked to drive fast.

Yeah, Granny was still my favorite person for life.

I still hadn’t talked to my father, though my mom called me every once in a while. I talked to her because I loved her, but it wasn’t the same. I knew she called when Dad wasn’t home and she probably didn’t tell him. She told me my father missed me and followed my career in GearShark and in the papers. She also said he cried when he read the article on Trent.

I wasn’t sure I believed her, but I hoped maybe someday he would come around.

Overall, we were happy and I had no regrets. Regret was a waste of time.

Trent’s hand settled over the back of my neck as I drove, and he played with the short strands of hair.

“Hey, Forrester,” he said.

“Yeah, frat boy?”

“I’m so glad my heart chose you.”

Reaching around, I pulled his hand around and pressed my lips to center of his palm. Not as glad as I am.

“I’ll take care of it, T.” I vowed.

I’d take better care of it than my own.

It was the easiest promise I ever made.





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