3. Trey

THREE

TREY

Ten minutes. Our conversation lasted ten minutes. I helped her, and then I headed back to my truck, caked in dirt and grime to change into something clean. The show I gave Sienna was an added feature. I knew what I was doing. She knew what I was doing. Our few months together, we talked and talked. Sienna is outspoken. There were no uncomfortable conversations, no miscommunications, and there wasn’t a whole lot of arguing either. Until it came to the end of what was once us.

Fuck, I fucked that all up, and now she’s a damn iceberg of my own making. One day soon, I’m going to quit giving her room to breathe and go after the woman I’m going to keep. Until then, I’ll do everything in my power to make her want me as much as I want her. Including taking my shirt off and not looking back, flexing my muscles and knowing exactly what she likes to look at. And that’s not being cocky. It’s being confident in knowing the only person you’ve ever loved has an affinity for you.

“Show-off.” Sienna thinks I’m out of earshot. My eyes may be bad enough to warrant contacts or glasses, but the same can’t be said for my hearing, and it seems she forgot that little slice of information. My shirt is off, and I’m using it to wipe the sweat off my brow when I finally look back at her. Sienna is standing with her arm on the doorframe and staring at me, mouth open and eyes hooded in a lustful way.

“You want more?” I tip my head, eyes firmly in place on her hot body. My hands ache to hold her while I watch as she looks up at me with that greedy, hungry look. I remember when she dropped to her knees in the woods, ripped open the fly to my jeans, and asked me to teach her how to give a blow job. Christ almighty, I thought I’d screw it up before it even began. Not to mention trying to go slow, the way she took to my guidance, deep throating my cock, and squeezing my thighs with the tips of her nails so hard she left marks. I should have had every ident she left on my body tattooed. The marks permanently etched on my body like she is in my memories.

“You wish.” My lips tip the slightest bit. Sienna might be pretending I don’t have an effect on her, except I can see every single thing. The way her chest rises and falls, her lips wet from licking them, and her eyes, fuck me. The hazel turns darker when she’s turned on, the same hue I’ve seen when my head is buried between her thighs or when I’m sliding in and out of her tight, wet heat.

“Damn right. Every night, every morning, and every hour.” Not my finest moment to dive deeper when she needs to head to Tully’s and I’ve got a meeting with the National Bison Committee.

“Trey.” My name on her tongue is breathless, and her eyes close for a moment while she either relishes what I’ve said or cusses my ass up and down and around the block. Her head rolls back on her shoulders, reminding me of another time when we were out near my parents’ cabin. Sienna out in the sunlight, wearing nothing, both of us bare, and her riding my cock, her pose similar to right now, and my jeans get a mighty bit more uncomfortable. I reach into the backseat, grab a clean black shirt to wear beneath my pearl snap long-sleeve top to the meeting.

“Sienna.” I gain her attention as I slide the fabric over my head and pull the hem down, putting it in place. She doesn’t respond with words, instead looks at me while putting her hand out for the abandoned pup. Somewhere along the way, she rolled the back window down. I watch as the dog nuzzles her hand. He’s no longer afraid or upset, a good deal since she will have to handle off-loading him at Tully’ s.

“Trey,” she repeats my name, full of lust. A man can only take so fucking much before he’s at his breaking point. I’m slowly toeing the line. Another few minutes, and I’ll have my hands in her hair and my mouth on hers.

“You got my number, sugar. Use it.” My words knock her out of the desire-ridden stupor her whole damn body is portraying. Seeing Sienna like that, it wouldn’t have taken me much longer to march my ass to her truck, grab her by the nape of her neck, and kiss the hell out of her. In my mind, she’d wrap her legs around my waist, my other hand would go to her lush ass, and I’d fit her to my body. My hips wedged between hers so she could feel the hard-on I’m sporting, I’d flex my hips, grind myself against her core, and wouldn’t let up with either ministrations until she begged for more or got off.

“Yeah, sure,” she tosses back before hightailing it into the truck, slamming the driver’s door, and putting her car in Drive . There’s no responding to her cute little remark. One day soon, things will change. I don’t care if I have to pull a Lawson and kidnap Sienna to the cabin. I’ll do whatever it takes to see this through, and this time, I won’t stop until I have her exactly where I’ve always wanted.

My phone dings somewhere inside my truck. I should get better about putting it in the cupholder located on the center console, except I give zero fucks about the cellular device. The damn thing rings off the hook, text message ping non-freaking stop, and half the time it’s over something that can wait until I see my family for either breakfast or dinner. I climb in the seat, hit the ignition, and search for the stupid device everyone insists on having glued to their side twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. The last thing I want to do is search for the damn thing, and the only reason I do is so my family will leave me the hell alone. I check inside the side door panel, but it’s not there. I look in the small cubby area that runs along most of the dash. Not there either. Another alert goes off, and my ears zero in on the area of my passenger seat.

“Bingo.” My hand wraps around the black metal device, and I see there’s alert after alert. I quickly unlock the phone to scan the messages.

Mom: Who’s in town today?

Dean: Not me. Tully is at the clinic, though. What’s up?

Lawson: Riding the fence line. Sorry.

Lane: I might be later in the day.

Mom: I need a few things from the store. Any takers?

Ryland: I’ve got Case at the doctor’s office, but we know how long this takes. I’ll be here till I’ve got one foot in the grave.

Dad: Honey, you act like you won’t be in town regardless to shop.

Mom: Are you saying I have a shopping problem?

Dean: Text Tully if you need something. I’m out.

Lane: I’m not touching this next conversation.

Ryland: Where’s Trey? Wasn’t he doing something at the Ellison Farm? Ask him.

JW: I’ll give you one guess about Trey’s whereabouts. Sorry, Ma, got plans with Maeve in the city.

Jesus, it’s like a three-ring circus with my family. Dad is right, though. Mom will be in town, wearing out the credit card he pretends to be annoyed about. Meanwhile, it’s him who pays the bill every month and tells her to enjoy life while she can. They’re both in their mid-sixties, a hell of a lot healthier than most, and aren’t going anywhere for a long-ass time. The little comments they make are mostly jokes. Too bad none of us kids like hearing it and we make it known what we think about their conversations every time it’s brought up.

Me: I’ve got a meeting today for the bison. Send me the list, and I’ll pick up what you need. I should be done around noon.

I ignore JW’s little jab about Sienna. I’ll deal with him another day. Payback's a bitch, and I know where to make him hurt: the next time Maeve makes his beloved cinnamon rolls

Mom: At least someone loves me. I’ll send it outside of this group.

Ryland: I’ll update you all about Case this evening. The nurse called us back.

The group finally goes silent. I toss my phone back onto the passenger seat and start my trek to my meeting. Sienna is long gone. Any chance of seeing her again today is thrown out the window. My family doing their thing ruined any chance of me figuring out what has her in town so much. Plus, she’s making a pit stop at Tallulah’s, and who knows where she’ll go from there? I turn the radio up and the air conditioning down in order to get this show on the road.