The Possibility of Trey (8 page)

He felt the loss of her gaze as soon as her head dropped. "Look at me, Dallas," he instructed softly and was thrilled by her immediate response. "Let's change that, okay?"

Her head tilt indicated her confusion at his words although the unfettered expression in her eyes had already given her emotions away.

"If I can arrange adequate care for your folks that didn't seem like someone was hovering over them," he began and had to suck in a deep breath of air as courage to get the next portion said not having had done it in so long. "Would you go out with me?"

He watched her blink as she thought, watched as her gaze skimmed over and around the neighborhood while she deliberated.

"A date?" she asked finally.

"Yeah. Well, kind of," he hedged. "Just a couple of new friends going out to see what's doing."

"I don't think I can afford it," she finally said and Trey saw an adorable blush wash over her cheeks.

"No. I'll pay. I would just like to spend some time with you alone." Christ! He was trying like hell to keep a lid on it, but he didn't know how much more he could take without yanking her to press against his cock.

"I, ah. I've never gone out with a biker before." Her blush seemed to get even deeper with her admission.

"Seems you kind of have something against men who ride," he replied on a teasing note but he was curious. Why was she put off by that part of him? "We're regular people, Dallas. We have lives and families, we have jobs and responsibilities just like everyone else. And sometimes we even like to date a pretty girl."

He let her eyes search his own, allowing her to see the sincerity of his intentions while keeping the heat out of them. It was, like what was in his pants, harder than hell.

Her head tilted this way and that, as she opened and then closed her mouth. "Is this off the HC books with no one the wiser?" she asked at long last.

So the little minx was willing to go out with him but only if no one else knew. Trey wondered if it was because of his affiliation to his club or because he was one of her bosses.

"Absolutely. Just as tonight was," he shot back. She was smart as a whip and Trey made a point to remember that going forward while at the same time wondering what color her nipples were.

"Then, okay. You arrange it and we'll go out," she said finally, taking a step back. "Tell me when and where and I'll meet you."

Oh, that was
so
not gonna happen. She was gonna be on the back of his bike if he had any say in the matter. The thought of her sweet pussy pressed against his ass as she held him tight almost made his blood sing.

"Give me your phone," he instructed.

"Sorry?"

"I wanna program my numbers into your phone and then get yours," Trey explained, holding her warm metallic gaze.

"Oh," came the reply as her head dipped down and she slid her cellphone from her back pocket. "It'll make it easier with Drake and all."

Her little fucker of a brother was the last thing on his mind as he negotiated with the vixen in front of him. Yeah, she seemed sweet and gentle but there was something shimmering just beneath the surface. A wildness waiting, almost poised to be unleashed.

Something that called to every sexual fiber of his being.

And Trey was determined to discover it.

So the flickering, the restlessness inside him all weekend long had only been because of little miss Dallas Sheridan and her wealth of charms still hidden. Maybe he should see if Carly and Huff might be interested in an additional player just to get rid of the fidgeting inside. But as soon as his mind suggested it, it was tossed to the curb. He had a need to plumb the depths of a little plumber to discover her cache of secret pink.

Trey smiled into the soft night as he twisted the key in his ignition, laughing at his own strange phrasing.

But, uncovering Dallas was his goal and he figured it'd almost be like searching for buried treasure. With maybe the same amount of work but a million times more fun.

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I was tired. The bone-weary, dead-dog kind of tired that wanted to just crawl up onto the bench seat of my truck and stretch out for about thirty-six hours of uninterrupted sleep.

My new position came with a lot of new challenges as well as paperwork. I had to know where each one of my guys were at every given moment, ensure that our work was both up to code and to the developer's building plans as well as help out on the sections that needed my level of knowledge and skills. And because I was required to fill out a report for every move I or the guys made, there just weren't enough hours in a day.

I stood in the open door of my truck and unlatched my tool belt. By the end of the day, that bad-boy felt like it weighed a ton and I was thankful when I finally got to remove it. To get it into one of the locking cabinets in the bed of my truck seemed to require more effort than I had in me at that moment.

Hearing a ruckus by the HMC clubhouse, I turned to find Trey stomping around the corner, his hand shoved in my brother's shaggy faux-hawk . He was dragging Drake by his hair as he bellowed and cussed. Those inside must have heard him too because two club members came barreling out the door and stopped. Trey shoved my brother at them and continued to yell. He pointed to my sibling and then behind his own back, his voice getting louder and his cussing more inventive.

I must have taken a step towards them because all four of them turned their eyes to me.

"This is all your fault, you fucking bitch!" My brother, my stupid,
stupid
sibling yelled across the forecourt. "If it wasn't for you, Lally…"

Trey reached over and backhanded him. Slapped Drake right across the mouth before shoving his forefinger in his face. Trey's voice was a low growl as he spoke to Drake who at least had the smarts to stop talking. As he'd done at the beginning, as soon as Drake's eyes moved downward, Trey yelled, "eyes to me!" There were a lot more Trey said that I couldn't make out before he did a wrist-flick, indicating to the waiting members to take Drake away.

The clubhouse door opened again and a beautiful girl came out. She tucked herself against Trey's side and I saw him loop his arm around her to pat and caress her ass. The casualness of his move I found both shocking and uncomfortably intimate. The girl unwrapped herself from around his big form and went back inside to where I knew the bikers congregated.

The whole scene had maybe taken two to three minutes but it felt like a lot longer because it had been so ugly. First was seeing my brother manhandled and second was being assigned blame for his predicament. Then there had been the slap. It wasn't a hard one but it had been enough to make Drake stop talking.

I wasn't sure if I had my brother in the right place after all.

And last was the nonchalant grope of the beautiful woman.

Trey walked the distance of the concrete space to join me at my truck.

"Sorry you had to see that, Dallas," he murmured, coming in close, effectively holding me captive between the cab and the door. With a hand on the top of the truck's portal and his other on the roof he'd effectively created a cage.

I didn't know which part of the scenario he was apologizing for me viewing.

"You're bleeding," I advised, watching a thin trail of blood wind its way through his goatee.

He swiped a hand over his mouth and seemed surprised to see the blood on his fingers when he looked down at it. "Little fucker snatched Jilly's cellphone and was trying to send a text message. I caught him dead to rights and he fucking ran to the bathroom. Managed to catch me with the goddamn door as he climbed into the shower." He did another mouth swipe. "It's been a while since a kid got the drop on me."

I watched him as I listened, waiting for him to explain Drake was too much for them to handle. But those words never came.

"I'm still setting things up, pretty girl." He took a step closer and I had to crank my chin up to hold his gaze. "You know, for our date. As soon as I have it finalized, I'll let you know."

He'd been serious about that? When I hadn't heard anything from him since Friday, I assumed that he'd offered the date out of pity after seeing another round of how the Sheridan family didn't have much of a life. Besides, how did I figure into whatever else he had going as evidenced by his pawing of that other girl?

I reminded myself he was a biker. One of those who had a girl stashed everywhere just in case the 'need' hit him according to rumor. Performing a slam, bam, thank you ma-am kind of act with any girl available. Jenny said it was as if they were masturbating only using a girl's parts instead of their hand.

"Say something, Dallas." His voice was a soft growl and his eyes were on my mouth as he moved another inch towards me. We were so close I could feel the heat of him through my t-shirt. My heart began thumping a new cadence at both his nearness and the look in his eye. "Say something or I'm gonna kiss you, right here. Right now. The kind of kiss I know you'd like. The kind that'll make your nipples hard and your panties wet."

"Mr. Kettering and I were looking for you earlier," I said quickly without thinking. Although as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wondered if I should've gone with door #2 and not spoken. Could a guy really get me that hot with just a kiss? "I saw something today that he thinks you need to be aware of."

Trey blinked deeply and whatever light had been moving in his eyes was extinguished. "Let's go find him then." He stepped away, giving me the space I needed to move before he shut the heavy truck door. We didn't say anything as we moved into the HC building but he asked Rita to have Silo meet him in his office.

"Have a seat," he said before going behind his desk after removing his cut, laying it carefully over the back of his leather chair.

"You rang?" Mr. Kettering called as he came in, sitting down next to me.

"Dallas said you two were looking for me earlier. What's doing?"

"What's with the bloody lip?"

"We'll talk about it later. Now what's up?" Trey seemed impatient with Mr. Kettering's diversion. Either that or he didn't want to discuss how my brother had beaned him with the bathroom door.

"Spill it, Sheridan," Mr. Kettering said, waving a palm between me and Trey.

"Well, earlier at the job site I was having trouble with the plans for some of the five bedroom units. So I thought Greenway, you know the guy that leads the other crew there?" I caught Trey's nod. "I thought he could help. When I got to the plots he and his boys were working on, he was talking with someone. Someone I haven't seen before and who didn't look like he worked in the trades or for the developer."

I swallowed and took a deep breath.

"The man gave Greenway an envelope and a handshake before moving off. When I asked about it, Greenway told me I hadn't seen anything and he didn't know what I was talking about. But it was the
way
he said it that kind of scared me. And I don't get scared easily, si…Mr. Jackson." I didn't want to downplay the implied threat Greenway had given, but I wanted my superiors to be aware of it.

"You didn't hear any of their conversation?" Trey asked.

"No, I didn't."

"Can you describe the dude with Greenway?" Kettering questioned.

"Fifty-ish, average height with a big belly. Dressed like a cowboy, including a hat."

"You see his wheels?" Trey pressed.

"White Escalade, newer model," I answered quickly.

I saw Trey and Mr. Kettering hold a stare for a few seconds. I'd seen this kind of shared look before between members of the club and it was kind of creepy. Almost like they were communicating mind to mind or something. And it ended the same way as the other times too with Mr. Kettering rapping his knuckles on Trey's desk before he stood up.

"I got it," was all he said as he cleared the office door.

"Did I do the right thing, Trey? By telling, I mean," I asked, my eyes still on the doorway.

"More than, Dallas," he breathed and I brought my face back to his. We shared a look before he suddenly began speaking in what I was coming to think of as his 'sexy' voice. "C'mere, pretty girl."

"Wh-what?" My voice squeaked out my question.

"You are too far away. Come stand next to me or better yet, sit on my lap."

I swallowed but I didn't move from where I was. He'd just felt up that other girl and now wanted me to sit on his lap? My face must have given my internal 'hell no' away because Trey sighed deeply.

"What time do your parents go to bed?"

"Sorry?" The abrupt changes in our conversation found me lagging.

"Your parents. What time do they go to bed?"

"Around eight-thirty or nine. Why?" I didn't know what it was about the guy but every time I was around him, my brains tended to leak out my ears. If I wasn't careful I'd start to think he was pursuing me or something. That I wasn't just another female he found mildly entertaining because she wasn't falling all over herself to get to him.

"I'll come by tonight at nine-thirty."

My heart started that weird thumping thing again. "They're light sleepers."