Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 84985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“You seriously keep pushing at my boundaries. You afford me too much credit as a gentleman, much more then what I truly deserve,” Reed's said in a strained whisper. Trevor’s face paled and Reed quickly added, “Hold on, I’ll get you home.”
Leaning over, Reed placed his keys in the ignition and started the car. He turned the air on full blast and rolled down the windows. Standing outside the car, he pulled out his phone and sent a text to his brother.
‘I’ve got Trevor. He’s drunk and sick, ready to go home. I’ll make sure he gets there safely. Please get Dad home safe. If you can't, tell him to text me and I’ll come pick him up. Love you, brother.’
Pressing send, Reed hurried to his trunk, looking for anything to use as a trash can just in case Trevor didn’t make it out the window.
Finding a grocery sack, he snagged it and then slid into the driver’s seat. Trevor sat very still with hands across his stomach. Placing the sack in Trevor’s lap, Reed said, “If you feel sick, please throw up in here, got it?”
Trevor let out another groan, which Reed took as a yes. Satisfied his interior was as safe as it could be, he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street.
“Did I please you?” Trevor mumbled softly. “You know, did you...was it good for you too?”
Reed took his eyes from the road to look at the gorgeous, drunk man peeking at him with only one eye open and his head awkwardly pressed against the passenger side seat. Reed grinned; the sweet question took him off guard. Thinking for a moment on how to respond, Reed turned back to watch the road in front of him. By the time he glanced back over at Trevor to answer, he noticed that Trevor passed out.
Pulling onto the highway, he thought over the night and how the shy, sexy male intrigued him. Oh, how Trevor intrigued him. The vision of Trevor with his head against the brick wall, the look of pure ecstasy crossing his face, the sounds escaping through his full lips when his body released, all caused Reed to shift uncomfortably in his seat. He never turned down sex. It didn't matter where or with whom, he never said no. And he certainly never required anyone to look at him when they came. But every instinct told him, Trevor was special. Reed needed to do everything he could to hold on to this man.
Driving past the front gates of Rylie’s apartments, Reed snaked through the complex, pulling into the parking spot closest to his brother’s door. He sat there a minute, and hoped Trevor didn't try anything else because his resolve grew weaker with each touch or shyly spoken word. Thoughts of Trevor sleeping next to him became more intense the longer he sat in the car. Slowly, he let out his pent-up breath and killed the purr of the engine with a flip of his key.
“Trevor, hey, handsome, wake up,” Reed said, opening his car door. He decided it might be better if he tried not to stir Trevor too much, and circled round to the passenger side of the car. Opening the door, he leaned in and unfastened the seat belt. He lifted Trevor’s arm to slide it around his neck, pulling him from the car with a groan.
“Damn, you’re heavy. Just hold on to me.” With a gentle kick to close the car door, Reed added, “Come on, let’s get you inside. It's chilly out here.” He kept a tight hold on Trevor as they stumbled across the dark parking lot; the chilly late April air danced across their skin caused him to hurry Trevor to the front door of the apartment.
“Here we are, home at last. Shit!” Reed reached for the door, and found it locked. Propping Trevor against the bricks, one steadying hand on Trevor’s chest, he searched the pockets for the house key. “Trevor, did Rylie give you a key? I need your keys. Help me out here. Keys, please.”
Trevor looked at Reed, his eyes just barely small slits, and a grin spread across his lips. “My name is Trevor, not Key. The Keys are in Florida, I think. I can’t really remember for sure right now though. You have the most striking eyes, did you know that?” Trevor looked around the porch, then down to where Reed’s hands were on him, and his grin widened. “I don't think it’s a good idea to go at it on the porch with the lights on, but move your hand over just a little and yeah...” He moaned, dropping his head back with a thump on the brick wall.
“No, don't stop,” Trevor said, jerking his head forward when Reed finally found the keys. Reed reached over to unlock the front door, pushing it open. He pulled the drunken man forward, trying to get him through the door. Trevor did cooperate but stumbled, and then fell hard against Reed’s chest.
“Are you all right?” Reed asked, trying to help keep Trevor on his feet.
“I don't normally drink this much. HANG ON! I got this. Come on,” Trevor replied, lurching through the living room. Reed stayed directly behind him, keeping the pictures on the wall and the furniture upright.
“Stay here. I'll be back,” Trevor said, as he reached the door of the guest bedroom. He wobbled off to the bathroom, and Reed smiled as he looked around. Even though Trevor had been here for a few days, the room was spotless, not a thing out of place, no suitcase, or travel bag anywhere in sight. Walking to the dresser, Reed ran his finger across the different bottles of expensive colognes lying out. He palmed the closest bottle, lifting it to his nose, inhaling deeply. Trevor chose to wear this scent tonight, and Reed thought it suited him completely. Setting the bottle back in its place, he noticed a small collection of cuff-links. Expensive cologne and cuff-links. Reed needed to remember this for future gifts.