Pure Fluff: A Limited Edition Valentine's Day Bundle

by BLMorticia

  "Um, yes, I have. You forget I've traveled the world. It's not just your outward appearance. It's the fact you could give a shit that I'm Cayden Wythe. You're treating me like any other human being, and I appreciate that."

  "Well, you are," Trent chuckled. "Celebrity don't mean a helluva lot to me. You put your pants on just like I do."

  "Mhmm." I closed off the space between us and dragged my finger down the front of his shirt. "And I take them off the same too." To put more on his mind, I shoved my shorts from my waist until they pooled around my ankles. After kicking them aside, I stepped out of my sandals, doing the same.

  Trent's grin widened, and he ran his arms around my waist. He eyed me like meat he wanted to devour, and damn if I didn't want him to do just that.

  Trent inched in and nuzzled my nose with his. He licked his lips while still looking at me. "You are something, Cayden Wythe, and as tempting as it is, I'm not falling for it... yet."

  "All right. Gotta continue to let you know it's all here, if you want it," I added with a smile. I moved out of his hold and yanked my shirt over my head. Once I tossed that into the pile with my shoes and shorts, I tugged at my boxer briefs until they fell.

  Trent's breath hitched, but to his credit, he kept his eyes level with mine. He nibbled on his bottom lip and shook his head. "Go take a shower, Cayden." He glanced at me quickly, then walked out of the small hallway that divided the bathroom and the living room.

  "Okay, but the offer still stands," I yelled out to him.

  "Right," he called back.

  Knowing I'd put something on his mind, I smiled to myself while going in the bathroom. I turned the valves, and the shower came to life, shooting several streams of water out of the head.

  Not anything like my bathroom at Les Jardins, but still the bathroom's shower appeared to be just what I needed. Though Trent wasn't with me, I'd still appreciate this shower because I felt grimy and sweaty from the heat. We were going out tonight, meaning he wouldn't be on duty. Who knows what kind of mood he'd be in later?

  Trent

  Once Cayden closed the door, I exhaled and fell back on my couch.

  That man....

  That sexy-as-fuck man.

  Cayden had me in such a tizzy I could barely keep up. While one part of me wanted to take advantage of him, knowing I'd be the placeholder until he found someone more interesting, the other put the brakes on for the very same reason.

  No question I was attracted to Cayden. Despite my hesitation to get involved with anyone, I wanted to get to know him. Though I didn't like pop music, I wanted to know why he decided to do music. Find out the places he'd been and more about his experience as a musician, period. Those sounded like fanboy questions, but I figured eventually he'd want to make small talk about his career. Or maybe not since he liked that I wasn't overwhelmed by his celebrity like Susie was. Perhaps we'd have that conversation over a drinking game or something.

  "Fuck."

  I tugged at my dick, trying to calm myself down from the small interaction we just had. I was hard as nails, with no way to relieve myself unless I gave in. Despite the blue balls, I wouldn't because I didn't do hookups. Regardless of how much I wanted him, I wouldn't succumb no matter how much he tried to convince me to jump into bed.

  Just as I was about to take a short nap, the bell sounded. "Who is that?" I walked to the window and looked out. Prez stood on my stoop, waving and smiling. How did he find out I was home, or if I had company?

  I unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Hey. What's up, man?"

  "Wassup, Trent. Can I come in?"

  "Um...." I looked over my shoulder, wondering how close Cayden was to finishing his shower.

  "Trent?"

  "Uh, I got company." I shoved my hands in my pockets.

  "Okay. Are you fucking someone?" Prez cocked an eyebrow.

  "No, it's just.... Well, he's in the shower."

  "Sooo... the more the merrier." Prez pushed past me and walked in like he owned the place.

  "Prez. I'm waiting for him to get out so I can go in."

  "All right. Not like I can't hang out with your friend, right? I mean, been missing you around the Harbor House." Prez moved in close and patted my chest.

  "You see me all the time. I told you I've been doing a private tour for a celeb in town."

  "Yeah, you did. When's that over?"

  "Not sure." I stepped back and rubbed my nape. "Can I catch up with you later?"

  "Why are you trying to get rid of me?" Prez asked, frowning. "Why can't I hang out with you and your friend? Is it a date?"

  "No... but...."

  "Yeah, it is."

  At the sound of that voice, Prez and I looked over at Cayden walking out of the hallway, still wet and only clad in a towel.

  "Well damn, man." Prez smiled. "You didn't tell me Cayden Wythe was the one you were entertaining. I'd get rid of me too." He laughed.

  "I... uh... I thought...."

  "I've heard rumors he was in town, but I thought he came down for a small trip, then left."

  "Nah, I'm not leaving for a minute. I'll be here at least another two weeks, and while I'm here, Trent's mine. Got it?" Cayden raised an eyebrow.

  "Hey, I'm just...." I tried to defend myself, but Cayden put his hand up to stop me.

  "I know, you're my tour guide for now, but hopefully before I leave, you'll be a lot more. Like I said, friend, Trent's off-limits. Is that clear?" Cayden eyed Prez sternly.

  "Crystal." Prez slapped my shoulder as if he were congratulating me. "Good luck with that, bud. Nice to meet you, Cayden."

  "Same here. I plan on stopping by Harbor House to check it out. Maybe I'll catch you there." Cayden's tone and facial expression were softer this time.

  "Maybe." Prez shrugged. "See you, Trent. Next time just tell somebody what's up with you, right?"

  "Prez...."

  "Later." Prez opened the door and left quickly.

  I stared at the door in total disbelief, and then I shifted around to face him. "What the fuck was that about, Cayden? Prez is a good friend of mine."

  "Seemed like he wanted to be more." Cayden walked up to me and dragged his hand along my jaw.

  I moved back. "Maybe, but you're not allowed to throw your weight around like you own me. Remember I'm doing this tour out of the kindness of my heart. I'm not being paid."

  "No, you're not, which means I got even more of a right to claim you so it doesn't seem like prostitution." Cayden snickered and pressed a light kiss on my lips. "Go get dressed, babe. I wanna take you out to someplace fancy. Then we're going somewhere to be alone. I'll set everything up while you get dressed. Wear something nice."

  "What? Cayden, this isn't a game. I told you I was interested and didn't mind the flirting, but I won't have you upsetting my friends because you're laying claim on me like I'm property."

  "I'm not, babe, but this is our night. We didn't need any more hangers-on. Remember we got rid of Jaze and Jonah so we could be alone."

  "I get that, but...."

  "Ssshh." Cayden pecked me again and ran his hand through my hair. "Go shower. Give me a holler if you want me to wash your back, hmm?"

  I sighed inwardly and walked away from him, grumbling under my breath.

  Weird that Prez would stop by now and not any other time. Them damn fates must be interfering again. I suppose they were telling Prez that I was no longer available, but as I told Cayden, they also had no right to make me do the things they wanted me to do.

  Sure, it might've been cute to be claimed by the one and only Cayden Wythe, but I still felt as if he'd overstepped the boundaries, talking to Prez the way he did. Prez was a lifelong friend, and despite his weirdness around me as of late, he would continue to be part of my makeshift family.

  Regardless of my feelings for Cayden, I wouldn't allow him to ruin my relationship with the people I cared for.

  Chapter Eleven

  Cayden

  While Trent got ready, I put in a call to Emeril's for
us to have a quiet dinner. After that, we'd head to Harrah's to gamble and drink, then on to gay New Orleans to close a couple of clubs and drink more. Anything to be alone with him and enjoy the finest spots in the Quarter.

  To my delight, Trent wore black dress slacks, a fitted T-shirt, and vest. He tied his hair into a man bun, which looked totally cute on him. Dressed up he looked even more delicious, making it hard for me to keep my hands off of him. I wouldn't be leaving New Orleans without at least having him in my bed once. Honestly I desired more.

  Again, I opted for an Uber, making it harder for us to get followed or spotted. It was inevitable I'd be found in Harrah's and in the gay club. Hopefully that wouldn't cause mass hysteria or any kind of mob to ruin our night.

  "So where are we going?" Trent asked me when we got in.

  "To Emeril's for a quiet dinner. Ever been there?"

  "You see where I work, right? And how I dress? Do I look like a person who's ever been to Emeril's?"

  I laughed at Trent. "Looks can be deceiving, my man. And...." I slid my arm around his shoulders. "Some other hot dude might've taken you there before."

  "Nah, I don't know any hot dudes with that kind of cash." Trent snickered.

  "Mhmm."

  "Hey, man. I'm sorry for bugging you, but I can't believe you're in my car," the driver said, interrupting us.

  I laughed. "I am. Thanks again for picking us up."

  "No problem. Would you sign something for me? I got a pen and paper up here. I'll pass it to you."

  "Sure."

  When the driver stopped at a light, he passed it back to me. "You're amazing, man. I loved your last album, Desire and Heart."

  "Thanks." I scribbled my autograph over his notebook and handed it back.

  "You're welcome. When's the next one coming out?"

  "In two months, then I'll be on tour. I'm down here relaxing now and visiting with friends." I squeezed Trent's knee, making him jump and glare at me.

  I snickered. "What's wrong, T? It's true."

  Trent shook his head and continued looking out the window.

  "Cool, man. I'm looking forward to it. How long are you staying?"

  "For at least another two weeks."

  "Ah, cool. Make sure you check out the World War II museum while you're here. Good place if you're a history buff. And there's a bar...."

  The guy started rattling off a bunch of places to us. Trent just nodded the whole time, acting as if he knew. Because the guy talked the whole time we were in the cab, I didn't get to steal any kisses from Trent. Didn't matter, though, because I'd make sure to get a couple before the night ended.

  "Thanks, John, for the great ride," I said to him, getting out.

  Trent followed me and saluted the driver.

  I pulled out my phone and gave the guy a twenty-dollar tip, then pushed it back into my pocket.

  "Every place he mentioned, I want you to take me to."

  Trent snorted. "You've only got two weeks."

  "Well, that means you gotta spend almost every waking moment with me, then. Or I could extend my trip. I could have my management send things down here for me to do before I get on the road."

  "Nah, you don't have to do all that. I'm sure we can fit a bunch in." Trent opened the door for me and waved me in.

  I flashed him a wry smile and took the invitation. We walked up to the reservations desk, and the hostess instantly smiled.

  "Mr. Wythe, we have the private wine room ready for you and your guest," the lady said with a Southern accent.

  "Great." I took Trent's arm, and we followed the hostess toward what I assumed was the wine room. On the way, a few people smiled, but thankfully no one tried stopping me. They only snapped a couple of pictures, which I was sure would end up on the net.

  I could see it now.

  Cayden Wythe and brand-new boyfriend out in New Orleans.

  Okay with me since that's what I desired anyway.

  Once we reached our destination, Trent whistled low, looking like a tourist. The room they'd picked was wall-to-wall wine and a long table set for only two, but they'd told me the capacity was twelve. All the silverware shone under the lights, as did the dishes. I would've preferred a smaller table, but we'd make do with this just to have some privacy.

  "Enough wine for whole countries in here, right?"

  I smiled as we took our seats. I sat at the head while he sat to my left. "Yes. Any kind you want, let me know."

  "I'm not really a wine drinker. You can pick it."

  I shrugged. "All right." I pulled out the wine list and made my selection. When the waiter walked in, I asked for his best Chardonnay to go along with our meals. Trent ordered the duck while I asked for the salmon.

  "You like Chardonnay?"

  Trent shrugged. "I guess. Gotta warn you, wine and some of the street drinks don't mix. Been there, done that; it ain't pretty."

  "Oh, I know. Perhaps wine or just beer would be good for tonight. We could do some serious drinking tomorrow night."

  "Tomorrow? You got plans then too?"

  "With you." I reached across the table and took his hand. "Yeah. You are my guide."

  "And I suppose your date too. What if I wanna stay at home tomorrow night?"

  "I don't think you do. Besides, you're showing me around."

  "Showing you around and dating you are two different things," Trent said. He lifted the glass of water to his lips and sipped.

  "You're playing hard to get."

  Trent put the glass down. "No, I'm just saying. I might not want to go out tomorrow. Might wanna sit on my couch and scratch my balls." Trent grimaced as soon as the words left his lips.

  "We could do that together," I said, snickering.

  Trent shook his head and flashed me a sly grin. "You don't ever stop, do you?"

  "Nope. I like what I see, and what can I say? I'm a natural flirt."

  "Well, Mr. Flirtatious, you're gonna have to do more than that to get me between the sheets."

  "Oh, I know," I said, rubbing my fingers over the back of his hand. "You've already said as much and... I'm up for the challenge."

  Trent

  I'd heard a lot about Emeril's, and it was nothing short of amazing. The food was delicious, as was the wine and conversation. Thankfully Cayden turned down the flirting some so we could chat about music instead.

  Although I'd said I wasn't a wine drinker, I was enjoying the Chardonnay. It was sweet with a hint of grapefruit, which was one of my favorites. Surely the stuff was going straight to my head, because I had been giggling a lot.

  "So the latest album is the best, you say?"

  "Yep." Cayden poured the rest of the wine into our glasses and placed the bottle on the table. "It's deeper than Desire and Heart, that's for sure. I wrote a song about my relationship with my dad, then another about having a crush on someone that doesn't like you back." He lifted my glass and handed it to me before picking up his own.

  I accepted it and nodded. "Oh. Sounds heavy."

  Cayden clanked his glass with mine. "Yeah, a little. We can't sing about partying and getting drunk all the time. I even got a little political on a couple. The current administration, equal rights. I think it shows I've grown as an artist." Cayden sipped the wine.

  "That's cool. Shows you're well-rounded." I took a sip, savoring the last couple of drops.

  "I think so." Cayden finished his and put the glass down. "I'm looking forward to seeing what the fans think about it too. After two albums, it's time to get more serious about what I write."

  "Part of the growing process. I'll have to check it out. I admit I haven't heard any of your music."

  "It's okay. My first two were more dance, pop music, anyway. This one I actually sit down in front of a piano. On a couple of other songs, I play guitar."

  "Really? You play guitar?" That piqued my interest.

  "Yes. I'm not as one-dimensional as you think."

  "I never said that." I took another small sip and moaned under my breath.<
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  "You want another bottle?"

  "No, no. It's good, though, I will say that. My head is swimming, too, but I'm all right with that because at least it was worth it. I'm not a big fan of wine, period."

  "I love anything with alcohol in it. C'mon, let's get going. This is a great place, but I'm tempted to grab another bottle of this stuff." Cayden laughed.

  "All right. Where to now?"

  Cayden inched in close. "Well, I thought about the casino, but if you have better ideas...."

  "Casino? I don't gamble."

  Cayden laughed. "It's just something to do before we hit the clubs, or if you prefer to go back to my room or back to your place...."

  "Dude." I moved back and chuckled.

  Cayden sighed. "You playing hard to get is getting a little annoying, but whatevs. Let's go before I toss you over this table and fuck you silly."

  Hearing his statement, my eyes bulged. Although it sounded hot, I was thrown off by how forward he was. "Um...."

  "I'm not kidding." Cayden got up, lifted the billfold with the check, and slipped some money inside. I had no idea how much it was, but I was sure it was more than I made in a full day's work between both jobs.

  I got up, too, and pretended to be a little aloof. "All right. On to Harrah's."

  We jumped into another Uber, and Cayden had to give his autograph again. The driver gushed about having Cayden order her car. She said she didn't even pay attention to the fact it was the Cayden Wythe. Cayden humored her with a picture in addition to the autograph.

  The majestic building looked like a palace. Once we walked past the restaurant and through the lobby, there were wall-to-wall slot machines with a few card tables scattered in between.

  The moment we stepped in, security escorted us to a poker table. I had no idea what I was doing, so I watched him play a few hands and win money without a clue of how much. "Let's go to the slots, babe, and grab drinks. I'll give you some cash." Cayden picked up his cup, and we ambled over to the windows. People were taking pictures of us and asking to jump in them with him. After about twenty, he'd had it, and we sprinted over to the machines.

  "I don't even know what I'm doing," I said, sitting down in front of one.