Page 3 of His to Keep

“Damn you, Trey.” I close my eyes while I get my feet beneath me.

“Damn me? What about you? Jesus Christ, woman. Your truck is running, the door is wide open, and all I see is you crouched on the side of the road.” Why does Trey have to be the voice of reason?

“Fine, you can help me find him.” I start to head into the ditch when the Border Collie runs up to Trey, tail wagging and tongue lolling out to the side. “Or he can come right to you like you're god himself. Freaking figures.”

“Hey, where’d you come from?” Trey bends down to pet the dog's head.

“The sky, clearly. Can you load him up in my truck since he’s obsessed with you currently? I’m going to take him to Tully for a workup and go from there. Unless you want to?” It doesn’t matter that I’m already halfway in love with the abandoned pup or that Trey could pull a fast one on me and take over.

“Nah, got a meeting to get to. I’ll load him up for you. Though I want you to at least shoot me a text or give me a call about the fella.” He bends down and wraps his arms around the dog, and now I’m jealous of a dog. The tri-colored pup helps himself to hanging on to Trey with his front paws on his shoulders, and the two of them are making their way to my truck.

“I can do that. Thanks for the help.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to make a snide remark to say I would have had it handled without his help. I don’t because at least it’s him getting dirty, not me.

“No problem, sugar.” He gets the dog settled into the backseat of the four-door pickup, and then his finger brushes along the pulse point on my wrist. “See you around.” I’m left swallowing down my hormones and trying not to fan myself with the way he calls me sugar with a slow southern drawl. I watch as Trey saunters off toward his truck, his hand going to the back of his neck, gripping the fabric and pulling it over his head.

Life really isn’t fair today. Trey with his stupid good looks and his stupid muscles and his stupid whatever else he has going on. I take a deep breath, rip my eyes away from the show Trey is giving me. I have half a mind to turn around and head home for the day. Except Amos would take one look at another animal I acquired and call Tallulah out to the farm, and I’m already halfway to her clinic. Looks like I need to call Genevieve and tell her I’ll be getting to her place a bit later than expected.

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.

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