Always the One (Always and Forever 1)
This man turns me on so much, especially during these playful moments. It’s not just sexually; he turns me intellectually as well.
“Hey, perv, quit daydreaming over me, I need to clean you so I can get my beauty sleep, remember?” He brings me out of goo-goo land, and I spend the next thirty minutes cleaning him, kissing him, letting him clean me—very thoroughly—and kissing some more. We finally make it to bed and sleep off the past couple of hectic days. This is paradise.
Trey
THIS HAS, BY FAR, been the longest week of my life, but tomorrow it will all be worth it. Between Shayla being at the store and in meetings with her investor, and Kings and I taking on three new bands, Shayla and I have spent most of our time “together” via text messages and forty-five minutes of FaceTime. But starting tomorrow, I get my girl to myself for ten days. Ten days of uninterrupted nights.
Shit, I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands to myself. Well, not completely, but you know, like a gentleman. I’ve never been here before, this is uncharted water. I fuck women and that’s it. Wham, bam, see you never again, ma’am. But Shay’s my everything, my little woman, and all I want to give her is time. Honestly, I can handle the occasional heavy petting and be completely satisfied, because getting her time is more important than getting into her fucking tight as hell, sexy jeans.
“Should I pack this shirt too, bro?” Kingston shouts from the hallway before entering my room with two shirts. Two shirts that look exactly the same, just different colors.
“They look like the same top, dude.” He looks like a little kid, and I can’t hold back my laugh when he spends a solid thirty seconds realizing what I just said is true. His head flying back and forth, assessing each top.
“No, they aren’t. Really? You think so?”
“Yeah, bud, what’s going on?” I ask sincerely. Curious to know why he seems uneasy and a little unsure of himself.
“Lana agreed to stay in the same room with me and,” he emphasizes, “she agreed to go to dinner with me. Her and I, no one else. That hasn’t happened before, T.” I have got to admit, that is a big deal. “So long story short, this is my shot. I have one fucking shot to really make her see how good I am for her and how great we are together,” he states earnestly, trying to emphasize his point further.
“You really aren’t going to stop chasing this girl, are you?”
“No, never. Not until it’s me and her, every day and every night in my bed.”
I’ll give it to him, he may be the big, bad, tough guy, but Lana is his damn kryptonite. He’s a lost cause where she’s involved.
“In that case, the blue. Now get out of here before we both need to stock up on maxi pads.” I throw my pillow at him and he barely dodges it, slipping out of the room. “Hurry up, I need to go pick up the rental car!” I shout after him. Within ten minutes we are on the road, letting music be the source of entertainment.
We leave for Park City tomorrow, just Shay and I, and I’m chomping at the bits. We decided to road trip it and take a rental car so we could spend time with each other, before everyone else meets us there in a few days. Shay will be here after her supper with Evan, and yes, I still have a bad taste in my mouth about this guy. I’m not sure why, he really hasn’t done anything to make me not like him, but then again, any guy who looks at her makes me angry. That’s just the jealous part of me.
It’s just your mind, Trey, let it fucking go.
My mom cheated on my dad with God knows how many men; I had my suspicions at a young age, then it was confirmed when the information wasn’t told to me by choice but by accident when I overheard him on the phone with his friend. For the longest time I thought she just left because she didn’t love us. How wrong w
as I? She left because other men piqued her interest. My dad was a great husband, I see him with Kathy, he’s charming, kind, a true gentleman, and he treats her like gold. I know damn well, with how hurt my dad was when Mom left, he treated her the same. He loved her with everything he had. But she still left.
Pulling up to the rental station, I end our quiet car ride and walk up to the counter and collect the key after signing the paperwork. Walking back out, I toss my keys to Kings so he can drive my truck back home.
“You got a fucking SUV? Geez, it’s you two, not the whole fucking soccer team!” I open the driver side door of the rental and climb in. Starting it up, I hear Kings shout before I close the door.
Shouting over the hood of my truck, he comments, “You trying to make up for a small package with a big car?”
“Shut up, dick!” I laugh, flipping him the bird. “No, I’m not compensating. It’s all they had left, since we decided to drive there last minute.”
“Yeah. Sure.”
“I’m gonna pick you up so we can take the girls lunch, I’ll see you back at the apartment, fucker.” I slam the door and cut him off.
I drive back to our place, listening to music and thinking about Shayla, thinking about the way I acted the other day. Getting jealous and shit. It wasn’t cool of me to do that; I need to stop overreacting every single time something happens that I have insecurities about. I can’t thrust my issues onto her because I can’t control them. I don’t want her to be the pawn in my weaknesses.
Pulling up behind my parked truck, Kings jumps out and heads over to the rental, climbing in and shutting the door.
“Thanks for taking my truck back, man.” I give thanks as I head out of the parking garage and onto the busy street. It’s the lunchtime rush, so we are already sitting in traffic when I pull out. Kings just nods, looking out the window, not even giving me a word of response. He’s thinking about something, he has that face he makes when he is concentrating; it’s the same one he makes when he is curious or sometimes worried.
“Have you guys, you know…had sex?”
Shock register in my expression at his question. “Not your business,” I state coolly, not really keen on having this conversation with him. He’s her fucking brother, and no way in hell would he truly be okay if I was sleeping with his sister.
“You can tell me, bro, I may not like it, but I want to make sure you aren’t rushing her. Besides, I told you about me and Lana.”