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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.
. . . .*
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
"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.
. . . .*
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
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