Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

wind caught it, swirling the fabric in his hands. He snapped it a couple of times to clean it, and then grabbed one corner and popped Josh's butt with it. Josh jumped in surprise and then glared at him. "What the hell was that?"
    Trey shrugged. He was caught between wanting and not being sure what that offer of Josh's meant. He really, really wouldn't object to fucking Josh. He was iron hard just at the thought. But Josh said, I think, and there had been no hint in all that back-story whether Josh had ever spread his ass for anyone before. Trey couldn't read his voice, but there had been an odd quality to it, and he didn't want to be handed the chance to top because Josh was making some kind of sacrifice. If Trey was smart he would just ask out loud, Are you sure you want to bottom for me? But right now the question stuck in his throat. There were still a lot of unknowns between them, to top off the old painful history. Trey decided he wanted to have this discussion behind a locked door on semi-clean sheets, when he could do something about all the ways it made him feel.
    "Come on," he said. "We should head back before it gets really dark or one of us will end up carrying the other home with a sprained ankle."
    Trey slung the cooler over his own shoulder and led the way back towards the rocky scramble that lay between them and the car.
    CHAPTER 7
    Josh sat in the passenger seat as Trey drove them quite competently along the shoreline road. Of course it had been ten years since Trey had driven over the curb in Josh's father's car, prompting their law of Josh always drives. Right now Josh could feel just a little buzz from the beers winding round his brain, making this the wise choice. Nonetheless, it felt odd to sit there and let Trey get them home.
    Trey had been silent since Josh had asked him to top. In fact, Josh wasn't sure if he hadn't got the message, or didn't like the idea, or was so pleased he didn't want to talk about it before they could actually do it. Trey wasn't meeting his eyes, so there were no good clues. Josh shivered once in mixed anticipation and anxiety.
    As they turned into the drive, Josh sat up straighter. Just a few minutes and he would have Trey back in a bed, and the man would damned well be making noises. And if Josh's stomach was churning a bit at the offer he could hardly believe he'd made, well, maybe it would be okay. Maybe with Trey things would be different. He loved Trey. Letting a man fuck him had to be easier if it was someone he truly loved, right? Or maybe he could get Trey so revved up with hands and mouth that the issue of real fucking could still be postponed for a while. Then he saw the lights on in the house, and not one but two unfamiliar cars parked out front. He stared, both the anticipation and the buzz falling away.
    Trey's startled gaze met his. "Maybe that assistant Mario got out of hospital and Aunt Julie invited him to stay here?"
    "Without warning us?" Josh shook his head.
    "Someone saw a problem and called the cops to come check it out?"
    "Those aren't cop cars." Although Josh guessed that hadn't been a serious suggestion, just a way to dodge for one more second the awareness that the bed and the noises were going to be on indefinite hold.
    As Trey pulled the rental car in beside the others, the front door opened. Aunt Julie stood in the lighted doorway. When they got out, she gave a little yelp of pleasure and hurried down the step to meet them. "Josh!" He was enfolded in a soft, fragrant embrace and despite the cock-blocking he hugged her back happily.
    "Aunt Julie, it's so good to see you. I thought you weren't coming back until Sunday."
    "I changed my mind." She kissed his cheek and then looked over at Trey, standing uncertainly beside the car. "Oh my goodness, Trey! Look at you! You've grown up."
    Trey eyed Josh in bemusement over Aunt Julie's shoulder as he got the same treatment. Josh noticed that he returned the long hug, though. Maybe even got a little misty-eyed, although it was hard to tell in the uncertain light. Aunt Julie stepped back and gave Trey's arm a little punch. "And where have you been for eight years? Josh moved away but we were still close by. All this time and a few measly Christmas cards."
    Trey shrugged, and changed the subject. "Why are you here? I hope you didn't have a bad reason to cut your cruise short. I didn't know you could even do that once you were on a ship out at sea."
    "Of course you can," Aunt Julie said, turning to slip