The Possibility of Trey (20 page)

"Here you go. One clean t-shirt and one pile of dirty clothes," he announced, handing her the stack.

"I thought my brother was doing laundry as part of his work detail," she asked as she looked up at him. "Wasn't that part of the deal? That he do the laundry of the single members?"

"Yeah, it is. But I went through that fucking program. Doing laundry was the worst. I hated it and kept fucking it up which meant I got stuck ironing too." He couldn't help but laugh at the memory. "But, it taught me a couple of things. Number one is that I'm as picky as the next asshole when it comes to his threads and two, if I fuck it up, I can choose not to iron."

The smile she gave him was really similar to the one at the hospital. The one that made him feel like he was seven feet tall and could slay dragons or move mountains. The one that hooked around his heart every time he saw it.

"In other words, you don't take advantage of the kids in the program."

"No, honey. I don't. As Prez and even before, I knew I scared the shit outta the kids. I can look at them or pull that 'eye's to me' shit and it makes their bladders loosen. Can you imagine the terror they'd feel if they fucked up
my
clothes?" He couldn't look away from her face and found his hands curling with the need to touch her. "Get the washer going, pretty girl. I'll go start the shower."

"Wait! How can we shower and use the washer at the same…oh. You have two lines and either a big-ass hot water tank or one of the tankless systems, don't you?"

"Water pressure not good at your place? No? Let's just say that I get a discount on both supplies and labor so the stuff done to my house is top of the line and installed to perfection," he offered with a smirk. "I'll meet you in the bathroom."

She blinked deeply and then hid her face behind her hair as she set the clean tee aside and began to add his clothes to the washer's drum.

"Problem, Dallas?"

"No. I mean, not a problem, per se." He saw her shoulders hunch as she leaned her palms on the machine. "I've never, ah, you know. Uhm. Taken a shower with someone."

Trey stepped in until his front was against her back, his large hands covering her much smaller ones that were gripping the edge of the washer. Using his chin, he moved her hair aside and bent down placing his mouth just beneath her ear. "It'll be fun. Like last night's kind of fun with lots of touching and kissing and…"

He felt her full body shiver and stopped speaking.

Christ! He was even turning himself on by trying to talk her into a shower for two.

Bending his knees, he dragged the evidence of his arousal over the firm cheeks of her succulent ass. "I bought condoms, too. No need for just fingers and mouths tonight."

She groaned and arched herself to press against him as he continued to move. Using his fingers to grab her chin, he twisted until their mouths met and tongues were dueling. As usual, all coherent thoughts in his head fled when their lips joined. It was pure sensation of heated slick flesh moving together, almost a promise of how it would be when he finally got inside her.

And he was aching to be there. So much so, his cock was yelling for him to strip off her fancy-assed jeans and what he knew were the plain sexy panties she had underneath them to just take her from behind against the washer. Take her until she screamed his name again as she hit it.

Fuck!

He broke away from her and took a step back. "You're ruining me, Dallas."

"Wh-what?" she stammered, opening her eyes slowly looking like she was just waking up from a long, sweet dream.

"I'll meet you in the shower." He hadn't wanted to admit it, the lack of control he had when it came to her. The words had just bubbled up and out of him on their own free will and he was hoping she hadn't really heard them.

That just proved
exactly
how out of control he was over this woman. Over his girl.

He left her with reluctance and went to his room. Trying to keep his mind carefully blank, he stripped down to his boxers and unwrapped the full box of condoms before placing them in the nightstand drawer. But he reached back in to take two packets out and set them on one of the shelves in the shower.

Setting the controls to provide a rainfall effect, Trey moved to adjust the lights until there was only the center LED over the huge shower enclosure setting the mood. He stood back, assessing what he'd done.

"Wow, this is some seduction scene you've got going. Steamy, dimly lit and with a hot, half-naked guy standing front and center," he heard her murmur from behind him. It was only seconds and her hands were on his lower back before they slid around his waist. Trey bit back a groan at the feel of her unfettered in just a t-shirt against him.

"You like it?" He couldn't believe the deep growl that came out of his mouth was actually his. Or the anticipation and nervous feelings inside as he waited for her to answer.

Her lips as she kissed his back felt like a benediction. Much as her whispered, "yes" did, the breath of her voice heating the wet spot where her mouth had been. She shifted and moved around to his front, her hands moving up to caress his chest and shoulders. Glancing down when her hands stilled, he saw her head tilt and a question in her eyes.

"What?" The bear inside him was still evident by his rough voice.

"I thought we were going to take a shower, sweetie."

Trey closed his eyes, acknowledging she'd used an endearment for him for the first time. Christ, he had it bad if just a word, a commonly used nickname, made him weak-kneed. "We are, Dallas."

"Well. The shower is two giants steps over there and we aren't." He opened his eyes. His girl didn't do cute and he needed to see if she was doing it on purpose. Yep, totally real, honest and true. "Just sayin'."

Aw, fuck it
, he thought wildly. So she made him out of control, made him so he couldn't think straight. At least she made him fucking
feel
.

Without another thought, he lifted her up to his eye-level, the huge t-shirt billowing around her thighs. "Put your legs around my waist, pretty girl." As soon as her legs were in place, he yanked the shirt off her in one swift pull.

"Hold on to my shoulders," he instructed again, his eyes glued to her and the expressions that came and went. Arousal and need, shock and then expectation were just the ones he could name since they flickered across her face so fast.

He shoved his boxers to his knees and stepped out of them. "Ready?"

"Willing and able." Her voice was a soft murmur and he saw her sexy grin make an appearance, causing a deep throb within him.

When had his cock become connected to his heart?

Angling them directly underneath the rain-shower plate, he dipped his head and allowed her mouth to soothe him, to tame the beast that wanted to devour every inch of her. He didn't know how long they kissed but only knew that after what felt like a long damn time, he became aware he held a very wet, wiggly and totally naked Dallas in his arms. Who was whimpering and rubbing the core of herself against his belly as he rubbed himself through the cleft of her ass. The cheeks of which overflowed his palms.

I shoulda put the condom on before she even walked in
, he thought with a rueful mental chuckle reaching for the shelf that held the foil packets he'd laid out earlier. "I need to set you down to glove up, Tex."

"Huh?" He loved that look on her. The one where her eyes were unfocused and her mouth swollen. She staggered as he placed her on her feet which again spoke of her arousal and had his cock flexing deep and strong.

Trey sat on the end of the bench seat, and stretched his long legs on either side of where she stood, propping his toes against the other side. He held her gaze as he opened the condom and stroked it on, thrilling as her eyes flared when he continued to fist himself.

"Come fucking ride me, Dallas." His voice wasn't a demand but a simple statement of what he knew they both wanted.

Although he was willing to admit to it actually being a need at that point.

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I felt like I was drugged which probably accounted for my lack of shame in standing completely naked in front of him. But my mind wasn't on myself. Not after watching him stretch out on the small built-in seat and roll the condom over his erection. The evidence of his hunger was in his face and the way he continued to lazily stroke himself as his eyes drifted down my body.

The sight of him, in the dim yet concentrated beam overhead, showed he was all male. Made up of long limbs and chiseled muscles that bunched and rolled as he moved sprinkled with the shimmering droplets and rivulets of water, he was a vision of masculine beauty. And the blade he held in his firm tight grip was of a length and thickness any man would be proud to claim and any woman to have inside her.

"Fucking ride me, Dallas," I heard him say and reluctantly dragged my gaze back to his. I hadn't gotten to really look at him the night before and had been feasting, memorizing all the different parts that made him uniquely him.

"Do I straddle you?" I asked and held onto the shower wall as I stepped towards where he was seated.

"Just come sit on my lap, sexy girl, and kiss me again." His voice was a sensuous, deep purr that echoed against the tile. "Your body will know what to do."

I got into position, albeit gracelessly, with my knees on the seat on each side of his hips and put my hands on his shoulders. "Like this?"

"Look at me, honey." His voice caressed even as he instructed. I dragged my eyes back to his, getting lost in that perfect red-brown. His hands were on my ass, moving it until I was resting on his thighs. "I don't know what's doing in your head that's making you nervous but the rules from last night still apply. I do anything you don't like, tell me and I'll stop. Though, I gotta say, it'll probably fucking kill me."

I hadn't even realized it but he was right. I was nervous and that had taken the edge off of being turned on. His words helped and I felt myself begin to relax. I saw he was waiting for my response. I nodded and whispered, "I'll keep you apprised of the situation. And for the record, I don't want the coroner's report to read 'death due to coitus interruptus'."

Trey laughter rang throughout the room as his arms wound around me, pulling my chest hard and tight against him. I felt myself loosen up even further at both his mirth and his hug.

He glanced down at himself and then back to me, his dimples still in view. "Seems we're gonna have to play some more before…"

"Before?" My body was beginning to come back up to speed just looking at him and thinking about touching him again. He brought one hand to capture my breast as the other moved to my bottom.

"Enough talking, Dallas. Kiss me," he growled and brought his mouth to mine.

Trey wove his magic, using his hands to fondle and massage as his tongue flicked and rolled. He tantalized and teased as his mouth nibbled and tormented building us both back to the white-hot specialness of the night before. To the mindlessness only he could create.

My hips were churning, pressed against his sex, stroking my swollen throbbing bead against his steel-like shaft and whimpering at the need my movements were producing. His groans provided the bass line to the sounds of our pleasure.

"Come for me, Dallas."

"I want you inside, sweetie." I was mewling, my voice almost unrecognizable.

"No, pretty. It'll be easier to slide myself inside if you come first. And I want you soaking wet." He reached between us and used a finger to find and then knead my clit. Which was all my body needed before it soared, flying high before bursting into a thousand different shimmering pieces. I was barely aware of my cries of delight as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.

He pulled me away even as he raised me up and I felt a prodding at my slick entrance. I glanced down to see he was holding himself straight up with his thumb, poised to fill me.

It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life.

"Slide down on it." Trey's panting sounded almost harsh even though his voice was soft. "That's it. Fuck that feels good."

I eased down, taking him within incrementally, while allowing my body to adjust to the sheer size of what was filling me. There was a part of me that protested my measured movements. That wanted me to go faster, to immediately take in all he had to offer. I'd slip down a few inches and then go back up, gasping and moaning as I accepted more and more because it felt so damn good.

Trey wasn't silent either. Offering words of encouragement or uttering earthy crude epitaphs only added to the wetness I'd covered him in. "Sweet fucking hell. Your pussy is fucking heaven. Goddamn! Take more, Dallas. That's it. Take fucking all of me."

At last, he was fully sheathed inside, all the way in which I'd originally thought would've been impossible.

"Stay right there. Don't move. Just let me feel you for a second." Trey's instructions held me still and glancing at his face I saw him close his eyes as if to savor the moment. But that's all the time he gave himself before his hands on my ass begin to move me as his hips started to thrust upward. "Ride it, Dallas."