The Possibility of Trey (31 page)

He did another glance and found her face was pointed down. But he couldn't miss the tears which were rolling down her cheeks and how she'd tucked her lips between her teeth.

"But you, Dallas. You blew my shit out of the water from the first. You're different than any girl I've ever met and I find I like that difference. Have tried to describe it but can't other than with words like real, true. No matter what we're doing, talking or fucking, I know when I'm with you, I'm getting the authentic you. That's more than I've ever had before, more than I could've imagined or dreamed of having, 'cause to me, all pussy plays games. Not you, though. Christ! Sometimes you're so upfront it's scary."

He paused to gather his thoughts before moving to clean her chest and stomach. Luckily their conversation prevented him from getting caught up in what body part he was washing. "I treasured it, honey. Valued you for being just the way you are and how you make me feel. Just didn't know I could destroy it by not being the same, not changing my ways. Didn't think I had to, if you want to know the truth."

"Because you're the big dog?" she asked on a sniff.

"Maybe. Or because I'd been doing the same shit all my life. Fuck! I don't know, Dallas. But I know when I got it, when I knew it was time to alter some shit in my head." He stopped his movements and made sure she was looking at him before he continued.

"If I'd seen you in a fucking lip-locked, body clench with another man, brother or not, I would've killed the motherfucker. Straight up and no shit. He would've been dead."

"Why the double standard then?" her voice was whisper quiet and held the sounds of her tears.

"Don't know. Seems I carry one fucking set of rules for you and an opposite set as a Hellion. Shit, I even tried to tell myself that it was okay because I didn't fuck Bambi. But that shit doesn't fly in the face of real and true."

"I can't be with you if you…"

"You think I didn't figure that out PD-fucking-Q? Message came through pretty fucking loud and clear, pretty girl! But that's my fault. We should've had this talk a long time ago. As a civilian, I needed to let you know what was doing and how." Trey's heart was thumping like he'd run a four minute mile but he didn't know if it was from their talk or because she'd spread her legs so he could wash between them.

She finally raised her face to his and he saw the hurt and anger in her eyes. "I wouldn't have had sex with you if you had told me this before."

Trey flinched at her words. "You wouldn't have?"

"Oh hell, no. I don't share, Trey, which is something I've heard Mr. Kettering say the Hellions don't do either. If you want to be with me, it means
only me
until, like you said, we
both
fucking decide it's over."

He swallowed deeply, appreciating her honesty but hating that they were coming from such dissimilar places. He rinsed the washcloth and moved on to her legs.

"I don't care what the excuse is, if you get with another girl even if it is with only a kiss, I'm gone. I'm not a jealous person nor do I have a need to control my man. I am, however, loyal and expect the same from whatever man I'm with." She cocked her head and looked at him with narrowed, red-rimmed eyes. "Think you can do that?"

He stared up at her from his crouch on the floor for a long moment, all other thoughts and movement stilling. "Abso-fucking-lutely. Are you forgiving me?"

"A little bit. It might take a while for the rest."

"Will you be able to forget it?"

She closed her eyes at his question and he gave her time to consider his question. "I don't think I can. Sorry. But I'll put some effort in to putting it behind me."

"That's good enough for me." Trey took his first deep breath since the conversation started and finished washing her legs. "I have a meeting with my council this morning, and I think it's important for you to meet the Honeys."

"Why? Oh, Trey, please no. I can stay here or you can even take me to your place."

"I need to claim you, Dallas. To let them know I'm taken and the only way they're gonna accept it is if I present you to them." Christ! Now she was fucking scared. He hadn't intended to put her through the emotional wringer but that's what his big mouth had done ever since he'd tried to explain!

She started to wring her poor hands until Trey reached up and placed his hand over them to get her to still.

"I'm not a parrot. I don't want to be and don't think I can be." Her voice attested to her stress.

"A what?" He was lost at what she was saying.

"You know like those bright multi-colored birds from South America? That's what the Honeys are. I'm a crow and don't know how to be a parrot." Her voice was almost a soft wail. Even when her mom had one of her episodes and been put in the hospital, Trey had never seen his girl so upset.

And even though he knew it was wrong on so many different levels, Trey couldn't help his laughter at her description of both herself and the Honeys.

Which continued until he got an elbow in the solar plexus hard enough to take his breath away.

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I felt like he was leading me into the bowels of hell as he opened the clubhouse door and used a hand on the small of my back to guide me inside. Although the interior of my own personal Hades looked like nothing but a big bar with tables and barstools. There were a few guys scattered here and there and only a couple of girls in evidence, one of whom was dancing on a tabletop to the music that was blaring.

I could handle a couple of parrots.

Mr. Kettering stood and walked towards us closely followed by Mr. Jovanovic. I saw Mr. Carter without his sling and the good looking biker that had taken my brother away that first day. Then Mr. Bastian, the IT manager, came out from the double doors I assumed was a kitchen.

"I know you know
of
her but I want to formally introduce you to Dallas Sheridan, my girl. She'll be moving in with me this afternoon," Trey announced with what I read as pride and all six pairs eyes came to me. Without thinking, I shoved my hands in my back pockets. In my opinion, me living with him was still up for discussion but I didn't want to argue with Trey in front of his men.

"Tex, I know you know them by their HC names but on this side of the forecourt, my brothers go by different ones." He quickly ran through their biker names and I caught smiles of welcome or a 'pleased to meet you' from each one of them. I tried to smile and respond back but I felt the heat in my face bloom with all their attention.

I let my eyes again roam the bar as the men began to talk back and forth trying like hell to calm down. Until I saw who was standing still on her tabletop and shooting me daggers with her eyes as her pretty mouth twisted into an ugly sneer.

Bambi.

I quickly moved my gaze away as I shifted from foot to foot but my mind couldn't help noting her in her red barely-there halter, black mini-skirt, fishnets and boots. I looked down at what, I considered my girlie jeans, peasant top and boots. Crow wear, I decided.

"Let me get her settled in the kitchen and then we'll talk," Trey advised and I felt the warmth of his hand on my lower back again. He leaned down and murmured, "now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

I guessed he hadn't seen Bambi and her take on his news.

The industrial kitted out kitchen was a hive of activity and I finally understood how the women of the club might've gotten their name.

Trey stopped just a couple of feet inside the doors and pulled me so my back was to his front as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Ladies, this is my Dallas. Dallas Sheridan." He squeezed my waist and I tilted my head up so I could see his face. His dimples were on full display and his eyes were twinkling as he continued. "And she's the latest Hell Honey."

A wave of goosebumps hit me at the same time my temper flared. He knew the Honeys scared me and he'd also figured out I wasn't gonna argue with him at the club! I narrowed my eyes at him before wiping all emotion from my face except for a small grin as I turned back to the women.

Unlike the men, though, the women had a completely different reaction to Trey's news.

I saw a tall redhead and another girl with brown hair (tipped in crayon red and cut in the strangest hairstyle) glance at each other and smile huge until they were laughing. The large-busted dark haired woman standing at the stove stirring something raised her eyebrows but her grin was seemed contagious, not deadly.

It was the two younger girls standing by the sink, one with almost platinum hair and the other with dark blonde teased out to
there
that looked sullen, almost challenging.

I shoved my hands in my back pockets at their open animosity.

"Hiya," I offered and forced my grin into a smile. Trey patted my back and walked back out the doors. I wanted to throw myself after him. To beg him not to leave me alone with the flock of pretty birds.

"Roll call!" the chesty dark-haired woman announced.

"Hi, I'm Carly and I'm Huff's wife." The redhead smiled, holding out her hand. I had no choice but to slide my hand out of my pocket to take it.

"Reese and I'm married to Brand," the brown-hair-with-red-parts girl said also with a smile of not only mouth but eyes. Her voice was deeper and rougher than I thought it would be. "Welcome."

"I'm Dee and I don't have a Hellion anymore. But they let me stick around to brighten up the goddamn place," the buxom woman called as she struck a 40's pinup pose that had all of us laughing. "Nice to meetcha, Dallas."

"Likewise, Dee," I called back starting to loosen up. That is until the platinum blonde started talking.

"I'm Jilly and I'm with Snake," she told her stripper shoes in a coarse low voice.

"Try again, baby girl," Dee instructed firmly, eyes zeroing in on the beautiful young woman.

"I said, my name is Jilly and I'm with Snake." Her face was wreathed in the most fake, insincere smile I think I'd ever seen. "It's very nice to meet you although I've never heard of you before. Have you been with Trey long?"

"Jilly!" Reese admonished on what was almost a shocked gasp.

"A couple of weeks or so," I answered, trying to be nice but keep my distance from the claws that were showing.

It was the dark blonde girl's turn and I saw her perform the up and down eye roam with a sneer. "I'm Carmi and I'm a free agent. You really Rinse's sister?"

Rinse? What the hell kind of nickname was
Rinse
?

"If you mean Drake then yeah I am." The hostility was pouring off her in waves and hit me at a gut level. That flight or fight hormone began pouring in my system.

She propped a manicured hand against a shapely denim-shorts covered hip as she considered me. "How'd you get your mitts into the Prez?"

"I work for Mr. Ketter…uhm, Silo." I said slowly, not knowing where her question and answer thing was going.

"You're a fucking plumber? A plumber?! For Christ's sakes, she's a dyke!" Carmi yelled, laughing her very firm and very rounded ass off on an ugly note. I honestly didn't know what she found so funny about my career.

"Wow. I didn't know job titles came with built in sexual preferences," I drawled, allowing my own eyes to do a slow roam over her as I, in turn, smirked. "Heard that a lot of street walkers prefer women partners in their home life. What's the name of the girl you have stashed back at
your
place?"

"Touché," I heard Carly mumble with a shoulder bump to Reese.

"Yeah, she'll do," Dee said with a head nod, turning back to her pot.

"What da fuck, Carmi? You disrespecting my
sister
?" The voice behind me kind of sounded like Drake all except for the deeper voice and the firm quality. I twisted to see the new and improved version of my brother scowling at the girl who'd been taunting me. He had never, in my experience, stuck up for me before.

I saw him turn and call for Trey over the top of the swinging doors.

They had a few quiet words that I couldn't overhear, though I tried, before Trey pushed through and stomped towards Carmi. I saw Jilly scurry to stand next to Reese on the other side of the butcher block.

"Causing trouble already?" Trey's voice was deeply menacing as he towered over the young woman. "Couldn't wait to start spewing shit to my girl within five minutes of her being in the room, could you?"

"But, I thought…I mean…you and Bambi…but not her," Carmi stammered waving a hand my way.

"You planning my social calendar, Carmi?" Trey bent at the waist and directed his face at the woman who wouldn't look at him. "Because if you are, cancel all my fucking appointments. I'm with Dallas. In case you didn't get it the first goddamn time, let me fucking say it a-fucking-again. I. Am. With. Dallas. End of discussion. Understood?"

She nodded and I could see her knees were quaking as her trembling hands lifted to her neck.

"Great. Now. You and Bambi are banned from Hellion property for a week until your attitudes change. If those attitudes toward my woman haven't made a one-eighty by then, the ban will be extended. Do you get me?