Gage adjusted himself in his leather-bound desk chair, kicked his feet onto the desk, crossing his ankles, and laid his head back on the head rest. Trent still worked in front of him, and Gage’s eyes were still trained on his hot ass. Trent lifted his arm to wipe the sweat from his brow, using the small arm sleeve of his T-shirt. It was a move Trent did quite a bit. Did Trent even realize he did it or was it an unconscious movement? And, the better question: why do I care?
Gage knew why he thought of boyfriends and commitments. Being back home, having his mother on him every day. It was all the things his family always wanted for him.
A grin tore across his face. The plan for the afternoon required patience and dedication, but he knew if he waited long enough he would get a glimpse. Trent sat back on his heels, rubbing his upper arm over his face again, wiping the sweat from his brow. The motion moved his jeans lower, pushing the underwear down, showing an enticing curve of his ass and the sexist butt crack Gage thought he might ever have seen in his life. It was quick, but as Trent rose, the denim slipped lower giving him a visual of a good inch to inch and a half of the crack before Trent yanked his Levi’s back up by the belt loops and tucked his shirt back in, covering himself completely.
Gage felt rewarded and denied all at the same time. A man with a body like that should be required to never wear clothing anywhere he went. If he had his way, Trent would be sporting his tool belt and perhaps those work boots and nothing else, while on his knees, working hard at sucking Gage’s now always hard dick. He would make sure Trent worked up a good sweat because at this point, after three days of an insatiable hard-on, Trent would be on his knees, facing one way or another for quite some time.
Hell, Gage had gone out last night trying to find someone to relieve this hard-on, but when it got down to it, he actually turned a couple of guys down. His dick turned into a fickle beast. Once it came time to relieve this tension, his dick had no problem lying down. It seemed only one person could take care of his hard-on. The one person who didn’t want anything to do with him.
Trent’s phone went off and Gage watched him answer it. A smile spread across his handsome face. Trent turned his head toward the front windows. Like normal, Trent kept his eyes averted from this office. The guy never looked toward the office. It was like the office didn’t exist. His gaze swept to the window at the front of the gallery, and the smile grew bigger as he walked toward the front door. Something just lit up the man’s world, and with sudden interest, Gage needed to know what that something might be.
If something made Trent this happy, he found he wanted to try and repeat the action, to keep that smile on Trent’s face every day. Gage narrowed his eyes and lowered his brows. Where did that thought come from? Confusion at his own reaction stopped Gage for a moment before he swiveled around in his chair to see a perfectly put together female with a long slender body and long dark hair, walking up the sidewalk with two beautiful children.
The sun shone brightly and the temperature climbed to somewhere in the low seventies, making it a beautiful day outside. Gage’s windows were still open, a nice breeze blew, birds chirped and the sounds of the neighborhood filtered inside his office. As long as they didn’t get too far up the sidewalk away from his office, Gage would be able to hear the conversation. The woman lowered her phone, so did Trent as they approached. Gage stood, going to the window to watch a little more closely. It sure appeared this might be Trent’s family. Dread set into Gage’s heart like nothing he ever experienced before.
How had this never occurred to him in all of the time he spent watching this man over the last seventy two hours? Married with children… Something caused Gage to reject the thought immediately. Trent didn’t wear a wedding ring, but lots of electrician’s didn’t wear rings… But if Trent was mine, the guy would wear my ring every day to prove to the world he was taken. And Gage took a small step back from the window, shocked by the thought. Where did that come from? He never thought in terms of long term commitment or marriage, and here he was thinking just that about someone completely unattainable.
“Daddy, look what I got! It’s my birthday dress!” The little girl ran toward Trent who never stopped walking toward the woman and children. The little boy tore out after the girl, easily running past her.
“I win,” the boy said, tagging Trent’s leg.
“Daddy, I wasn’t racing,” the girl said with a frustrated, pronounced little whine in her voice as she reached Trent. Gage smiled, remembering doing the very thing with his younger brothers and sisters. The need to win, to be the best, happened to boys his size.
“I know you weren’t, Emalynn. You look very pretty,” Trent said, effectively taking the frown from the little girl’s upturned face, and she twirled around, letting the dress fan out around her. The woman finally made her way up to the three of them. She playfully frowned, looking over Trent before placing a careful kiss on his cheek.
“You’re sweaty and dirty,” the woman said.
“Yeah, hazards of working. So what’re you guys out doing this afternoon?”
“We went shopping for my dress and had ice cream, then decided to stop by to show you,” the little girl said.
“That’s nice, honey. You look very pretty in your dress,” Trent said and turned back to the woman. “I should be home soon, off in about an hour. Does it fit your schedule?”