Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 113741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Trent stayed quiet. After a moment he turned his head, giving a sideways glance back at Gage. He used his hand in Gage’s hair to pull his face closer in. The moment their lips touched, Gage thrust his hips forward in such need, and Trent pushed his ass back, grinding their bodies together. Gage licked out immediately, wanting in Trent’s mouth with a desperation he’d never experienced before in his life. Trent slowly turned in his arms, opening for him and then deepening the kiss. Gage surged his tongue forward, welding their mouths together. Trent was impossibly intriguing and incredibly hot. He plunged his tongue deep inside, basking in the taste of this man in his arms.
Gage wrapped himself around Trent, sliding his hands up under his suit jacket, pulling Trent fully against his body. The kiss was hot, but tender, and went on for several long minutes. Both were rigidly hard, brushing their cocks against one another. It was the most erotic kiss of his life and Gage had had some kisses. Never had one turned him on like this stolen kiss in a darkened neighborhood of a Chicago suburb. He wanted this man. God, he wanted him badly, but he wanted Trent long term. The thought of wanting this man for many years to come stunned him and made him feel like a happily drowning man.
Gage slowed down, forcing himself from the kiss, until he pulled free enough to place small nibbles along the outside of Trent’s lips. He could feel Trent’s desire to take the kiss deep again, but he held off, wanting to do this right because Trent tried so hard to be that kind of man, the kind that did things right.
“I’ve wanted your kiss for days, and dear lord, I wasn’t disappointed. Thank you,” Gage said in a whisper into his ear. He pulled back slightly, unable to bring himself more than a few inches from Trent’s jaw and neck. “I have something to look forward to in bringing you home tonight.”
“We could skip dinner,” Trent began, his voice husky and deep with need. Gage stopped and forced himself to push back to where he could at least look at Trent.
“I find I need to do this right by you. It’s a strange place for me to be, so let’s not question it. Let’s just get in my car and drive to our reservations. Now, you were saying something about my car, do you approve?” Gage said, stepping back, but keeping his hand in Trent’s. It took Trent a minute to answer, and when he did, he looked over his shoulder at the car.
“It’s a Ferrari. I was going to offer we drive my truck, but you drive a Ferrari. Is it yours?” Trent said, turning back from looking at the car, entwining their fingers tighter together. Trent didn’t seem to want to let him go either.
“Of course, it’s mine! Who else’s would it be?” Gage asked and only released one hand to walk past Trent, taking him to the car.
“I don’t know, but it’s a Ferrari.” Gage was pleased to see how excited Trent acted over the car. He’d hoped to impress him when he brought it out tonight. As they made their way out of the shadows, Gage saw Trent’s kids still stood peering out the window. He could see their excited faces. Trent and Gage turned to wave at them, until Sophia finally shooed them away from the window, closing the curtain.
“They’re an incredible family,” Gage said, opening the car door for Trent.
“I know, they’re just excited,” Trent said, allowing Gage to usher him inside the car
“I’m glad they’re excited. So am I.” Gage reached in before shutting the car door and turned Trent’s face up to him, quickly kissing his lips. He stayed close as he spoke. “It cost me to pull away from your kiss back there, Trent Cooper… It was about the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I’m not sure it will happen too many more times. Be ready when you ask again,” Gage said, looking down at Trent’s upturned face. He didn’t wait for an answer, but shut the door firmly before making his way to the driver’s side.
Chapter 11
No matter what he’d seen around the world nothing compared to Chicago at night. The huge sky scrapers were lit up against the dark backdrop of the lake, drawing people in like flies to honey. The city looked alive and full of life. Because it was Monday night, the traffic stayed light the entire way in. Trent was quiet for most of the ride. His hand entwined with Gage’s, even as he shifted the gears pulling on and off the highway and down through the city’s streets. Comfortable silence surrounded them, and they listened to the local rock-n-roll station. Every so often he or Trent might say something, but it never grew into a full blown conversation.
When Gage had dressed for the night, he’d told himself he would take things slow, keep it casual, and end the date with the traditional first kiss, but like everything between the two of them, nothing went as planned or stayed casual. He already felt a deep connection to Trent and couldn’t help but kiss him, just like he couldn’t help but hold his hand now. He needed to touch Trent. His life seemed to depend on the occasional absently-given swipe of Trent’s thumb across his knuckles. Besides, it was appropriate to take Trent’s hand; after all, they’d shared their first kiss. It was done and out of the way. Completely and devastatingly sweet, it made Gage long for so many more just like it.
Gage was so caught up in the sheer romance of this date he refused to allow Trent to take the night away from him by moving it straight to sex. He liked the idea of taking Trent out on the town, giving him time away from the children without an obligation of anything more. Gage wanted to spend his time and his money on Trent tonight, wining and dining him. The feel of Trent’s hand in his made him feel strong and worthy. He never wanted to let it go. That thought led to another. Gage found he loved everything he knew about Trent Cooper and how very unexpected was that?