my, "sure, Trey. That sounds great," out into the air.
He stood and reached for my hand. "Walk me to my bike, Tex."
"Tex?"
"Dallas. Texas. You know." He said with a soft chuckle as he pulled me to his side and draped an arm across my shoulders. The weight of it and the feel of his body pressed into my side caused my knees to wobble. "Tex just seems to fit."
"Jest as lawng as ah dawn't haf a' tawk laik dis," I countered on a drawl and got another double dimple and a squeeze from the arm on my shoulders in reply. He dropped his arm and bent down to press a short, wet one against my mouth before swinging his leg up and around his huge motorcycle.
"I'm gonna want you right here," he said, slipping his key in the ignition and pressing a hand to the seat behind him.
"Can't wait, Trey," I said on a tummy tumble.
"See you tomorrow?"
I shoved my hands in my back pockets and took a step back as the bike roared to life. Realizing I hadn't answered him, I nodded. He gave me a chin lift and then pulled away.
I lifted a hand from my pocket and kept it up until he turned the corner and was out of view. Then I did a whole lot of dancing all the way up the walk, over the steps and back into the house.
Some steps which even included fist pumps and some serious ass wiggles.
Chapter Ten
"Motherfucker," Trey groaned as soon as his eyes opened, caught in the same state he'd gone to sleep in. His grip, holding his morning wood, was in such a way he knew he'd been working it even before he'd even fucking woke up. Before he even remembered his very vivid dream of a wet and naked Dallas sweetly whispering, 'with you, yeah'.
And he hoped the selfie he knew he'd be doing in the shower would help tame the beast before he went to work because the two he'd had to do the night before in order to get to sleep hadn't done shit.
Although he didn't understand why.
Not with only the memory of the feel of her in his arms and of her mouth under his. It had been cock-teasing of the worst sort. Something so perfect and so goddamn right, so innocently shared that he hadn't wanted to quit. Hadn't wanted to fucking let her go but to drag her some place, any place with a modicum of privacy and explore whatever sang between them again and again.
After his shower, he pulled out a pair of jeans, still swiping the towel around the dripping ends of his hair.
Christ, it couldn't have been that good, could it?
A kiss of such magnitude that he felt it the next morning wasn't possible.
Or was it?
Shit, he'd better get a grip on whatever held him captive or he'd be sporting blue balls by lunch.
His attitude wasn't much better when he parked his bike in the forecourt, his eyes automatically searching for her maroon truck in a sea of SUV's, trucks and beaters. But it wasn't in its normal spot. In fact, it wasn't anywhere his eyes lit on as he moved to the heavy glass doors of Hellion Construction. Offering a quick good morning to Rita, he stomped past his office and down to where Silo held court.
"Where's Sheridan?" he growled, stepping right up to Silo's junkyard of a desk.
"Called in at 5.35 saying she had something she had to take care of," Silo shot back with one hand on the phone as the other one searched through the stacks of shit littering the expanse of the massive desktop.
"Who'd you send?" At Silo's blank look, Trey's voice took on an edge of menace. "Sheridan, remember? Who'd you fucking send?"
"Christ, Trey. Shit, it didn't even occur to me…" But Trey was already running for the door and was on his bike before Silo could even complete the sentence.
The ten minute ride felt like an hour as the different 'what if' scenarios flew through Trey's mind, each one more ugly than the last as it unfolded. He was up and off his bike, banging on the front door almost before the engine died.
Someone had taken out the large front window, the one that had provided the romantic glow when he'd sat with her on the porch just hours ago. Now it was covered with
He stood and reached for my hand. "Walk me to my bike, Tex."
"Tex?"
"Dallas. Texas. You know." He said with a soft chuckle as he pulled me to his side and draped an arm across my shoulders. The weight of it and the feel of his body pressed into my side caused my knees to wobble. "Tex just seems to fit."
"Jest as lawng as ah dawn't haf a' tawk laik dis," I countered on a drawl and got another double dimple and a squeeze from the arm on my shoulders in reply. He dropped his arm and bent down to press a short, wet one against my mouth before swinging his leg up and around his huge motorcycle.
"I'm gonna want you right here," he said, slipping his key in the ignition and pressing a hand to the seat behind him.
"Can't wait, Trey," I said on a tummy tumble.
"See you tomorrow?"
I shoved my hands in my back pockets and took a step back as the bike roared to life. Realizing I hadn't answered him, I nodded. He gave me a chin lift and then pulled away.
I lifted a hand from my pocket and kept it up until he turned the corner and was out of view. Then I did a whole lot of dancing all the way up the walk, over the steps and back into the house.
Some steps which even included fist pumps and some serious ass wiggles.
Chapter Ten
"Motherfucker," Trey groaned as soon as his eyes opened, caught in the same state he'd gone to sleep in. His grip, holding his morning wood, was in such a way he knew he'd been working it even before he'd even fucking woke up. Before he even remembered his very vivid dream of a wet and naked Dallas sweetly whispering, 'with you, yeah'.
And he hoped the selfie he knew he'd be doing in the shower would help tame the beast before he went to work because the two he'd had to do the night before in order to get to sleep hadn't done shit.
Although he didn't understand why.
Not with only the memory of the feel of her in his arms and of her mouth under his. It had been cock-teasing of the worst sort. Something so perfect and so goddamn right, so innocently shared that he hadn't wanted to quit. Hadn't wanted to fucking let her go but to drag her some place, any place with a modicum of privacy and explore whatever sang between them again and again.
After his shower, he pulled out a pair of jeans, still swiping the towel around the dripping ends of his hair.
Christ, it couldn't have been that good, could it?
A kiss of such magnitude that he felt it the next morning wasn't possible.
Or was it?
Shit, he'd better get a grip on whatever held him captive or he'd be sporting blue balls by lunch.
His attitude wasn't much better when he parked his bike in the forecourt, his eyes automatically searching for her maroon truck in a sea of SUV's, trucks and beaters. But it wasn't in its normal spot. In fact, it wasn't anywhere his eyes lit on as he moved to the heavy glass doors of Hellion Construction. Offering a quick good morning to Rita, he stomped past his office and down to where Silo held court.
"Where's Sheridan?" he growled, stepping right up to Silo's junkyard of a desk.
"Called in at 5.35 saying she had something she had to take care of," Silo shot back with one hand on the phone as the other one searched through the stacks of shit littering the expanse of the massive desktop.
"Who'd you send?" At Silo's blank look, Trey's voice took on an edge of menace. "Sheridan, remember? Who'd you fucking send?"
"Christ, Trey. Shit, it didn't even occur to me…" But Trey was already running for the door and was on his bike before Silo could even complete the sentence.
The ten minute ride felt like an hour as the different 'what if' scenarios flew through Trey's mind, each one more ugly than the last as it unfolded. He was up and off his bike, banging on the front door almost before the engine died.
Someone had taken out the large front window, the one that had provided the romantic glow when he'd sat with her on the porch just hours ago. Now it was covered with
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