The Possibility of Trey (34 page)

She pulled back to look at him, keeping her amazing jugs on his chest while her hand gripped and worked his length. "Let's not get too wild. Just lie back and let me take care of you."

In all their playtime, all the ways they'd hit it, a hand-job hadn't even been on the table. Probably because they were both too impatient for the main event. The fact that she was doing it when their normal positions were impossible and had fucking
initiated
it created a fire within him that had him shaking.

"Stroke me, Dallas. God, yes. Right there. Christ! Oh, pretty girl, work me. Fuck. That feels good." He couldn't help his talk or his moans as his woman sweetly jacked him. Her mouth the fucking feel of her tits on his chest and how her hand enveloped and stroked him brought him to completion pretty fucking quick.

He caught her grin of triumph as she began to move away.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" His ejaculation had taken the edge off but didn't take him anywhere near satisfaction.

"Ah…to clean you up?"

"Not fucking likely. That was the appetizer, Dallas. I want the next fucking course."

Her eyes were on the door as she stripped and then joined him beneath the sheet. The sight of her matching deep red bikini panties were a fucking treat and had his cock twitching in renewed interest.

Pulling the rest of his goddamn gown off him, his girl draped herself over his unhurt side careful of the different wires and the IV line as well as his stitches and the sharp tilt from the traction on his leg.

"This may be complicated," she murmured once she'd settled and had pulled the sheet back up over the two of them.

Just the feel of them being bare skin to skin gave Trey another piece of heaven.

"Between us, Dallas, it's never complicated and never nothing we can't fucking handle."

He felt her face movement and looked down to see what was doing. She raised her beautiful nickel covered eyes to his which reflected her smile. "So you're at my mercy, huh?"

"In your fucking dreams, Tex. Now getcha ass up here and sit on my face. You're down by one."

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That afternoon in Trey's hospital room was a day of firsts. I'd never brought him to climax with just my hand and we'd never tried the position for oral sex he suggested. But if that's what it took to cool my man's jets without causing him pain I was all for it.

Under his tutelage and with much shuffling and readjustment, I finally got into position of splayed knees and hanging onto the thick plastic headboard as if my life depended on it. I could feel his hot breath and the soft scratch of his facial hair on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I heard him whisper and felt heat hit my face. I'd never been so exposed or felt so vulnerable as I did at that moment.

My ass overflowed into his hands that gripped each cheek as he brought me down to his mouth. And at the feel of his tongue and lips all embarrassment, as well as thought, fled. His mouth teased and tickled as it played over my folds. He used his tongue to separate before delving into my opening to swirl and plunder. I felt his head shift as he began to flick and nibble at my swollen unhooded bead which was begging for its share of his attention.

Although the position was different, his knowledge of my body was the same and Trey knew exactly what I liked, what I
needed
to find my pleasure. And, while not as vocal as he, the incoherent sounds coming from my throat gave evidence that I was definitely enjoying the rapture he provided.

"Reach for it, honey." I both heard and felt his voice centered between my legs. The feel of his fingers sliding inside of me brought my orgasm even closer.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned, throwing my head back and grinding myself down on his mouth and fingers. "Just like that. Don't stop, Trey. God. Don't ever stop." Which gained me a growl in response that reverberated both within and without of the part of me his busy mouth was working.

"Hey, kids!"

I froze in place when I heard my mother's voice and whipped my head towards the door only to see both his parents and mine, crowding in the open space. All three mouths were stuck in the "O" position as my dad kept repeating, "what's going on? Somebody tell me what
the hell
is going on!".

Trey pushed me up and I felt his head tilt so he could see what the noise was about. He must've gotten it because he immediately roared, "Out!" as he reached for the sheet and brought it up and over himself so I could grab it to cover my bare and exposed body.

"Sorry!" I heard Trike bellow on a laugh before the thud of the door announced it was closed.

"Oh fuck. Oh shit." My face was so hot it hurt as I quickly scrambled off Trey and reached for my clothes. "Oh God, Trey. They saw. Oh shit. They flipping
saw
us!"

My head was down as I tried to get dressed but my hands were shaking so hard I had trouble doing up the new bra. The buttons on my blouse and the waistband of my jeans were almost impossible to maneuver.

At the first bark of Trey's laughter, I stopped what I was doing to glare his way. "This isn't fucking funny, Trey. Our parents just saw us…they just saw you with…"

He was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes and every time he glanced my way, his peals of mirth kicked up a notch even as he pressed a hand over the stitches in his belly. In my opinion, he had a very warped sense of humor and his laughter had started to piss me right the hell off.

I plopped down in the chair to put on my socks and boots keeping an eye on him and waiting for whatever fit he was in the middle of to pass. It had to be the residual drugs in his system that were causing his jocularity at a very unfunny situation.

"Dallas, we fucking live together, honey. I'm sure our folks have figured out we're having sex," he said with chuckles still showing in the hitches of his voice.

"It's one thing to recognize it and another to damn-well see it in action, Trey Jackson, and you flipping know it!" Which only set him off again.

"The look on my old man's face when he got an eyeful of your beautiful churning ass…"

I sat back with my arms crossed unable to even look his way. I was absolutely mortified and wanted to be anywhere but in that room especially knowing our folks were on the other side of the only exit. If we hadn't been four floors up I was willing to consider climbing out a window just to get away without having to face them.

"C'mere, pretty girl."

"No." I wasn't going anywhere near him knowing he'd try to use his charm to calm my ass down.

"I need help getting this fucking gown back on, Dallas. Come help me." He was still smiling but fortunately his chortles had left.

Working together we got him back into his hospital gear but as he tried to kiss me, I got a whiff of his face. Oh hell. He reeked of me!

I raced to the bathroom and wet a washcloth in order to clean him up.

"Am I presentable now, Tex?" he teased, catching my eye after my second sniff test.

"How are we ever going to be able to face them?" I hadn't intended to just blurt out my question but I couldn't help it.

Taking my hand, Trey tugged me to him. "It's all good, Dallas. They're our folks and like you and me together. So they got an eyeful of what we like to keep private. It's not the end of the world, pretty girl."

"But, Trey…"

"Go open the door, honey. They came for a visit so let's let 'em in."

I couldn't figure out how could he be so calm about all of it. But I took his cue and opened the door, accepting hugs and cheek kisses with a blush that went down to my bones before they moved off to huddle by Trey's bed.

Trey's mom had brought him a plate of cookies. I knew we'd be tossing them because the orders were 'nil by mouth'. My mom had brought him an ivy plant that I saw brightened the generic room a bit.

The only thing that was said about the sight that had greeted our parents when they'd first barreled in was done by my dad.

He and I had stepped back to give Trey time with his folks as my mom sat in what I'd come to consider as 'my' chair.

"There's only one thing worse than having your parents walk in on you during an intimate moment," dad said in a low voice. "And that's having your goddamn kids do it. Never thought I'd be happy to be blind but at the moment, I'm sure as hell glad I am, Dallas."

"Me too, Dad," I whispered back feeling my blush restart at his words. "Me, too."

Chapter Thirty
One

Eleven fucking days. Eleven of the longest goddamn days of Trey's life were all he could stand before he had to get back to the business. His business of leading HC and HMC.

He'd spent a full week in the hospital until they let him go and the rest of the time at home where he'd been more comfortable but only a little less bored. And where he'd discovered that he didn't do bored.

So much so, Dallas had gone back to work his third day home which had probably been a good thing. And prevented a lot of fucked up, piddley-assed arguments between them. By the time she'd come home after swinging by to see her parents, he'd actually been glad to see her.

Although he'd never lacked company. Seemed like the entire goddamn club had been to his place either separately or in groups just to say 'hey' or to take care of something he couldn't yet fucking do. But while it had been good to see each and every one of them, it just wasn't the same.

So he'd ditched the damn crutch he was supposed to use and had Dallas get him a cane in order to move more freely and with some goddamn dignity. He even talked her into driving him back to his kingdom, in order to reclaim his fucking rightful place. Sitting his ass in his huge office chair had felt like he'd come back home after a long and arduous battle of some kind. And maybe it had been, if the combatants were his determination and the entire medical profession.

At first they told him that he couldn't go back to work for a month. A full fucking month but that didn't fly with him at all. He'd gotten it reduced to two weeks which seemed to be the lowest the fucking doctor had been willing to go.

Screw 'em
, he thought viciously as he turned on his computer. They'd told him to keep with a soft, bland diet too. But outside of a wicked case of gut-wrenching gas afterwards, the fourteen ounce steak will all the trimmings he'd had upon his release had really hit the spot.

Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad but Dallas seemed to be on the side of the medicos, offering reminders and suggestions
way
too often for his taste. It wasn't until he answered her with a "yes, mom" one time that she'd shut that shit right the fuck down. And had offered an apology with an almost soul-draining blow job. It was at that point Trey had decided to call her on her shit more often. A
helluva
lot more often.

"I thought you weren't supposed to be back until next week," Silo growled, planting his ass in one of the visitor's chairs.

"Couldn't fucking hack it," Trey rumbled back. "What's doing?"

"With business or the club?"

"I’m fucking starved for info on both," Trey shot back with a grin.

"Hey, what're you doing here? I thought the doc said next week," Dare cried, sitting his ass in the other chair with an audible thud. There was no missing his joy in seeing Trey back behind the desk.

"Discovered I'm not a good candidate for one of those stay-at-home things."

The three men laughed as Huff, Brand and Bishop joined them.

After both greetings and well wishes had been exchanged, Trey set them up to report to him about their side of the business in one hour increments. And they all decided to meet up afterward to bring him up to speed on the doings of HMC.

Which he decided after all the individual meetings were completed, hadn't contained any news he wasn't already aware of. Eleven days obviously felt longer than it actually had been.

Except for the resignation that Rita had submitted.

"You think it's because of what went down with Dallas?" Trey asked Bishop who was the last to meet with him.

"Could be. She was like a whipped puppy for a while after Brand got done with her." Bishop nodded his head but Trey could tell he was thinking on it. "It might be that it's hard for her to be so close yet so far from what she used to have. It's gotta fuckin' kill to be able to see the Honeys going in and out of the clubhouse, knowing she can't cross the forecourt."

Trey admitted he'd never considered that when he'd hired the older woman.

"Heard too that she and her man are having troubles of the marital variety. Maybe she's looking to get out from Missoula. Wasn't she originally from Arkansas?"

"Arizona, I think," Trey corrected. "Do you think if we sweetened the pot by offering a raise, she'd reconsider?"

"What I think, brother, is that we can get someone in for cheaper who'll have more tech skills and cause a lot less fucking drama," Bishop advised with a wink. "I've already listed the position on the different job sites and have even had a few nibbles."