17. Trey

SEVENTEEN

TREY

I lick my lips, still tasting Sienna on them. There was no way I could take her again this morning. Instead, I crawled down the length of her body, taking in the sight of her red and puffy pussy. I breathed her in, smelling the sex permeate her skin. The only thing left to do was to soothe the aches and pains I gave her. I held her whisky-colored eyes captive with mine as I swept my tongue along her clit. Her fucking taste is the balm to my soul. Her hands dug into my hair and held me where she wanted me as her hips arched up, practically riding my face without sitting on it. I slid my thumb inside her tightly swollen center, another finger sliding along the fissure of her ass, pressing in, and Sienna came all over me.

She took me by surprise afterward. I figured she’d drift back to sleep, so I’d get the morning chores down, and then come back to wake her up for the day. Nope, Sienna took matters into her own hands, crawling up my body, and I got with the program. My back hit the headboard, and she was on me, her hand wrapped around the length of my cock, slowly twisting her palm with each upward and downward stroke. Her hair got in the way of me watching her mouth work on me when she lowered her head. I didn’t miss a moment, not even when she took me to the back of her throat and stayed there for a moment, swallowing, and doing her damnedest to suck the cum out of me before I was ready. Too bad for me, I have zero control where Sienna is concerned, and what seemed like minutes later, my head tipped back, hand gripping her hair so tightly I’m shocked she didn’t wince, and I came down her throat. Luckily, I got my shit together long enough to open my eyes to see her licking me from root to tip when my cock finally started to go down.

We got up after that, showered together, and this time she cooked breakfast, enough to feed an army. We ate together, and then we both headed to our separate vehicles. I made the excuse of heading to the feed store to get a few things for Amos that I noticed were running low. Sienna remained tight lipped, not saying a single word about where she goes or what she does. Which has me resorting to following her to the small warehouse building near the downtown square. I kept my distance, staying well away from her being able to see me, when she parked and got out of the truck. Another person came out of the building, and it took me a minute to put two and two together. The woman is no other than Genevieve, Sienna’s best friend from college. I waited until the two went back inside and then called JW to ask what his plans were. A few minutes later, I maneuvered my truck away from Sienna and her secrets to head to the diner.

Now, I’m walking inside. JW is sitting at the bar-style counter with his back to the crowd and has a cup of coffee in front of him.

“Mornin’, Sutton,” I say to the waitress as I take my seat beside JW.

“Hey, Trey, you want a cup of coffee?” Sutton has been working at this place for as long as I can remember. She's closer to Lane’s age yet older beyond her years with the shit she’s been through. The man she’s shacked up with is a piece of shit. We all wonder why she stays with him. We’ve even told her when she’s ready to let us know, we’ll off-load him for her. This town being as small as it is, people talk, people investigate, and from what Mom told us recently, Sutton’s man, Shane, is out of work. His pastime pleasure is sitting on the couch, drinking beer, and yelling at Sutton. A damn good thing he doesn’t do it in front of me or any of my brothers, he’d be buried alive.

“Yes, please.” She grabs a mug and a caraffe of coffee, and I’m filled up in no time. Then she’s heading to help someone else.

“One day, she’ll leave that asshole,” I say to JW.

“Been saying that for years. Ryland has been trying just as much. No dice.” That’s an interesting turn of events seeing as how my younger brother made a comment about him being the last man standing. Ry has been hell bent on not dating and practically staying a monk since Case became his. I’ll have to nudge the bear here soon if he doesn’t elaborate. JW turns to look at me. “Ry also told me it looks like you’ve got Sienna back where you want her. How do you think that’s gonna go over with Amos?”

“Like a turd in a punch bowl, but ask me if I care. Been too damn long without her. Finally have her back. Not gonna let her go.” I take a healthy sip of my black coffee, burning my tastebuds in the process. Damn, not sure whose coffee pot burns hotter, the diner's or Amos’.

“About damn time. I swear every damn one of us is thick headed. Takes almost losing our women for us to go after them.” Damn, when you put it like that, it all makes sense.

“Guess we better have a talk with Ryland. That little bit of information you dropped about Sutton is all too telling.” I barely get the words out before she’s back.

“Is there anything else I can get you guys?” Sutton asks.

“I’m good with coffee.” I’m still stuffed from breakfast .

“I’ll have the special. Maeve had to open today, meant I was up with her, and she didn’t have time to eat breakfast. Speaking of, can I get the waffles, bacon, and grits to go?” JW says to Sutton.

“Of course. I’ll put your order in and then hers a bit later so it’s nice and hot.” Sutton taps on the counter before heading toward the till to put JW’s order in.

“I’ll talk to Ry, unless you want to,” I offer.

“Be better coming from you. If we all rallied around him, he’d close the fuck down. First thing he’s gotta make sure of is that she isn’t hurting in a permanent kind of way.” JW tips his head toward Sutton.

“Motherfucker,” I grunt, not even wanting to think about that subject. My phone vibrates in my shirt pocket. Last week, I wouldn’t have been caught dead toting the damn thing around. Shit has changed. Sienna made me realize the random calls or texts in the middle of the day are worth carrying around the damn thing.

“Well, this is cute. Figures only Sienna would be the one to get you to carry that thing around.” Sutton brings JW’s meal, shutting him up and giving me the time to answer my phone.

Sienna: Hey, I hate to ask this of you seeing as how you paid for Champ’s vet bill, but could you pick him up if you’re still in town (we’re still not done talking about you paying for him.)

She gave me hell last night when were in bed, her cuddled into my side and drawing random designs on my chest. The conversation didn’t last long. We were both naked, and I learned real quick how to shut her up and get my way while doing so.

Me: Finishing up having coffee with JW, then I’ll head to Tallulah’s. We’re not discussing my paying for Champ. Mark that off your list and realize I’m going to do what I can for you when I can.

Sienna: Fine, we’ll agree to disagree. I’ll pay you back in some way.

Me: A repeat performance of this morning will do.

Sienna: You won’t hear me complaining.

Me: Love you, sugar.

Sienna: I love you .

“Alright, I’m out of here. Gotta go get Sienna’s pup from Tully.” I finish my cup of coffee. JW continues eating, and I throw a ten-dollar bill on the counter to cover my portion plus a tip.

“Later. Sure I’ll be seeing you around,” my brother returns. I look over at Sutton, nod my head from her to the counter, letting her know what I’ve done. She gives me a wave in acknowledgement, and then I head out of the diner.