"Don't be ridiculous," Mrs. B said. She grabbed the back of Dave's chair and directed him toward the exit.
"Did you have any more questions?" Sed asked the reporter.
"Thousands," the reporter insisted.
Eric watched Rebekah and Isaac leave the kitchen. He tried to pay attention to the rest of the interview, but it was hard when his thoughts were following the woman he loved out the door.
Chapter 27
Trey watched the interplay between Eric and Rebekah, Rebekah and Isaac, Eric and Isaac, and his anger increased with each passing minute. It took a lot to piss him off, but he was livid. Rebekah was a complete idiot. How could she choose a homosexual man over Eric? And how could Eric just let her? She and Eric worked great together. They'd been so happy. How could they just let that go? And then there was Isaac, who was in total denial, pretending he loved Rebekah to hide what he really was. Fucking idiots. All three.
When Isaac excused himself from the table to use the restroom, Trey followed a moment later. Maybe it was wrong to stick his nose in their business, but it wasn't every day Eric found a girl crazy and stupid enough to love him. And she did love him. Otherwise, she wouldn't appear so heartsick every time she looked at him.
Which happened to be pretty much constantly since they'd sat down to eat at the Blakes' dinner table.
Eric seemed to believe he was thinking of Rebekah's happiness by giving her the time and space she needed. What a tool. If he'd really been thinking of her happiness, he would have told Isaac to get lost by now.
Trey waited outside the bathroom door. He listened to the sounds of water running as Isaac washed his hands. When the door opened, Trey blocked his exit. Isaac stopped short. Trey was an inch taller than him, if that, but one intense look sent in the guy's direction had him instantly in the submissive role. Just where Trey wanted him.
And Trey did want him. Wanted to show him that accepting who he was would bring him far more contentment than pretending to be something he wasn't. Trey knew these good boys often had a hard time coming to terms with their homosexual nature. That they thought it was wrong. Trey would show him different.
"Ex-excuse me," Isaac said, his eyes drifting downward.
"I need to talk to you," Trey said.
Isaac straightened his spine and lifted his gray-eyed gaze. He really was a looker. Pretty, but not effeminate. Strong, but not too strong. Cherry. Yes, very cherry. Exactly Trey's type. "About?"
"Privately."
Isaac took a step back. Trey took two steps forward. When they'd both crossed the threshold, Trey closed the door behind him and locked it.
"What are you do-"
Trey moved forward until he had Isaac against a wall.
"I don't believe in violence," Isaac said, trembling.
Trey laughed. Did he think he was here to beat him up? Hardly. "Me neither. As the saying goes, I'm a lover, not a fighter."
Isaac chanced a glance at him and then lowered his gaze to Trey's chest. "What do you want from me then?"
Trey placed both hands on the wall on either side of Isaac's body to further assert his dominant role. Trey could go either way, but nothing got his blood pumping like a confused virgin.
Isaac's trembling intensified.
"You really don't know?" Trey took another step forward. Inches separated the length of their bodies. Trey's nose brushed Isaac's jaw as he whispered, "I want you to admit who you are, that's all."
"You're making me very uncomfortable," Isaac said.
"Uncomfortable or excited?"
Isaac pressed a hand against Trey's chest. Perhaps his intention had been to push Trey away, but instead, his hand curled and gripped Trey's shirt.
"That's what I thought," Trey murmured. "I'm guessing you've never been this turned on in your entire life, and I haven't even touched you." Trey breathed a hot breath against Isaac's neck, and Isaac shuddered. "Yet."
Isaac's other hand moved to Trey's waist and slid around to his back. He stopped short of pressing his body against Trey's, but he wanted to. Trey knew he did. "This is wrong," Isaac
said breathlessly.
Trey rubbed his open mouth along Isaac's jaw. "Doesn't feel wrong though, does it? It feels right. Nothing has ever felt more right."
Isaac made a sound of torment in the back of his throat.
"Do you want me to kiss you?" Trey murmured. Isaac obviously did, but Trey was going to make him admit it.
"No," Isaac panted. "Rebekah … "
"She can't give you what you want, Isaac."