“I was thinking about how Lyndsey would have been bitching by now,” I say hesitantly.
Trent rolls his eyes and lets out a hollow laugh. “Probably would have been upset from the start with the flight.”
I scratch the back of my neck. “She was kind of miserable to travel with.”
“Nah, she was miserable because I was there. I doubt you had any problems when it was just the two of you.”
His nonchalant words make my stomach turn.
“That’s not true. She…” I can’t complete the sentence as I think about all the times she’d express how much she didn’t want guests or to go on vacation, and it was more specifically when Trent was involved. Because she didn’t mind her parents or friends coming by, or packing up for a quick weekend away.
Trent’s eyebrows rise and his lips are twisted in amusement. “It’s okay. She was possessive of you.”
“Even to my best friend?” I say with a bark of a laugh.
He shrugs then frowns. “Yeah, even to your best friend.” There’s a sadness to his voice that has the humor evaporating and thickening the air around us.
I can’t deny what he’s saying, even if it settles in my stomach like a heavy rock.
Trent clears his throat. “Want to head to the hotel? Or you want to grab some food first?”
“Let’s drop off our bags.”
He nods and then we just take in the city quietly, and I follow behind him after we take a cab to the hotel.
The suite has two twin beds next to each other, and I toss my bag on one before moving to the window. Pulling back the curtain, I whistle at the view of the whole city. “Imagine fucking in front of this.”
Trent’s eyebrows are raised when I look back at him. “You fuck in front of windows often?”
“Do you not?”
His lips quirk. “Not usually, no. I prefer the bed. Something soft to lie on when I get my ass reamed.”
I snort, ignoring the small twist in my gut. “Not even with chicks? It’s fun, pressing them up against the glass and the excitement of possibly getting caught.”
Trent shrugs, flopping onto the bed and locking his hands under his head as he lays down. “I usually have her ride because the best part of fucking a woman is their fucking tits bouncing.”
Laughing, I move back to my bed and shake my head. “I would say the best part of fucking a woman is their wet, tight pussy.”
He smirks. “I can’t argue with that, but you also haven’t experienced a blowjob from a man.”
My cheeks flush with heat and I nod slowly, and lie on the bed. “Right, you would know better than me.” I try to not think about what it would feel like for a man to give me a blowjob, especially the man beside me. He’s the only one I’ve ever imagined when my thoughts have strayed to that kind.
Trent snorts. “Anyway, we got this for a few days and then I’ll talk to a realtor about finding a temporary apartment if we’re going to stay.”
I nod. “Sounds good. Thanks again for doing all this.”
“Of course, buddy.” His smile is a little less forced than the one I give him in return. If I never hear the word buddy again, it will be too soon.
Trent sighs, stretching his arms. “Want to take a small nap before grabbing food? I’m tired.”
I nod again. Now that we’re in the city where I can confront the proof of Lyndsey’s sins, the exhaustion of the past few weeks is hitting me. It’s like my body needs to gear up for the final battle. “That sounds like the best plan.”
He grins, and it’s one I haven’t since in a while. It reminds me of when we used to be up to no good when we were teens, and something settles a little in my soul seeing it on his face again.
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