Chapter 15

Kieran was pulling and tugging but the table was stuck under the closet bar.

“Miller, lemme help you with that.” Trent came closer to him.

“No. I got it.”

Trent didn’t move an inch. “You mad at me?” He bent to Kieran, speaking the question deep into his ear.

Kieran knew better than to turn around. Trent still had an effect on his body, but it was only physical. “I’ve got two house calls,” he said without facing Trent. “I gotta get this thing out and drag it through town again.”

“Call them both and cancel.” Trent was gliding his hand around to Kieran’s lower abs. ‘‘Stay with me this morning. I miss your tight little body.”

But he wouldn’t give in. Not this time. Not anymore. “Don’t,” Kieran said, still trying to dislodge the table from the closet.

Trent moved in closer, now feeling his way down into the front of Kieran’s loose pants. “Kieran, you know how much it hurts when you say no to me.”

Kieran tensed up at the sound of that word.