Hiding Out (Hawks MC: Caroline Springs Charter, #2) (10 page)

"Yeah, two of them," Billy mumbled, causing us to laugh. Willow hid her giggle behind the back of her hand while Josie blushed.

"Idiot," Pick uttered, shaking his head. He stood first, claimed Josie with an arm around her shoulders and started them to the doorway while we all followed them out. In the living room, Josie gave Low a hug. She said something into her ear and I watched Willow nod. I did a quick slap to the back and a chin lift to Pick and Billy before they walked out, closing the door behind them. I would have kissed Josie on the cheek, but I knew I'd have two men breathin' down my neck for even touchin' her. Even though she was like a hot stepsister to me.

"Sooo," Dive began, rocking back and forth on his feet. "I'm sure you guys are tired. You both look buggered." He stretched and yawned. "Yep, I'm just as tired. You both should get some sleep and, look at that, Low's already dressed for bed. And in your clothes to boot." Dive smirked and winked at Low, who then looked down at her clothes like she'd forgotten she was in my boxers and tee.
Fuck, she looks amazing in my clothes.
She blushed, her hand going to her heated cheek.

The prick had done that on purpose. I went to grab for him, but he danced outta the way and went to the front door. "I'll just let myself out. Have a good night,
girls
. Oh, and Low, I do mean
girls
, because I'm sure you'll soon find out that Dodge is lacking in the man area—"

Grabbing the first thing I could find, which was a DVD case, I flung it at his head. The bastard was quick. He shut the front door and we could both hear him whistling as he walked to his place next door.

A giggle had me turning my glare and head from the door to Willow, who stood just in front of the couch.

"He's an idiot," I offered.

She smiled and nodded.

"You tired?" I asked.

"Um, not really because of that nap I had." She sat on the edge of the couch.

"How's the feet?" They seemed to get the brunt of the ordeal; the rest were cuts and scrapes, nothing too bad.

She shrugged and looked to her feet. "They're okay. Good enough to walk on, at least."

"You should still rest them," I said as I made my way over to the couch and sat down at the other end from her. Leaning back, I met her gaze.

"I will," she said and then—fuck me sideways—she licked her lips. My eyes, like laser beams, followed her pink tongue. She cleared her throat before she continued. "I want to thank you...um, for letting me stay here and, ah, making me feel safe."

My heart beat hard in my chest. She seemed nervous now instead of the firecracker I witnessed earlier. Was it because we were alone in the house together? Where I could take her right here on the couch, have her naked under me as I slowly slid my cock inside her wet pussy.

Jesus. Abort all thoughts of Low naked now, you fool.

Shifting on the couch, so she couldn't see my growing need for her, I said, "It's not a problem."

"I'm sorry I've put you in this predicament, Dodge."

"Trey," I growled.

Fuck me up the arse. Why did I tell her my real name?

"Sorry?" she asked, her beautiful brows rising high.

Beautiful brows? What the fuck, man?

Rubbing a hand roughly through my hair, I said, "My name's Trey. You can call me that instead of Dodge."

She bit her bottom lip, but I could still see the corners of her mouth rising. She liked that I'd told her that.

"Ah, anyway, this place is safe even if I'm not here. That panel,"—I pointed to the wall beside the front door where it held the security system—"is a top-of-the-range system. Tomorrow, I'll give you the passcode, so when I'm not here, you can feel safe. It also has a panic button and will contact my phone. And not only mine, but Dive's, as well. He lives just next door, so if I can't get back, he'll be here. Not that you'll be alone often. Not until we get this fucker off your back."

"So, I can't go to work?" she asked with a cute worry line on her forehead. I wasn't sure she was more worried about missin' work or when I said she could be alone in the house. Why was she so content to stay with me when we didn't know each other? Fuck, I could be a murdering wanker...uh, okay, I could kill for the fun of...shit, it wasn't exactly like that. I enjoyed killin' those who fucked with us. Still, I could be a man with no soul, not caring who I killed, but I did.
She
didn't know for sure I only killed those who fucked with my family. So why was she so trusting with me?

"No work for now," I said.

"I'll have to call them. If I don't, Lucia will worry."

"The woman you work with?"

"Yes. She's a friend and if I don't talk to her, I'm sure she'd go to the police. She'd keep trying to find me. I would...I'd also like to see if they would keep my job open."

"Not sure how long all this will take, little bird."

"I can't do nothing, Trey."

Jolts of pleasure shot right to my dick hearing her say my name.

"For now, you have to. Then I suppose I could try and find something for you to do." If I trusted all my brothers, she could work the desk in the garage. After her small nod, I added, "Tomorrow, you call your girl and your manager. Tell them somethin's come up."

"Lucia won't believe it. She knows how much I needed that job, how much I wanted to get out of my cousin's house. She'll get suspicious."

"You trust her?" I queried with a raised brow. I rested my arm along the back of the couch. If I reached a little more, my fingers would graze her shoulder, but I didn't.

"Yes." Her tone was definite.

Still, I pushed. "With your life?"

"Yes," she bit out with a nod.

"Tell her what's going on then. But I'll be there for the call. I want to listen in. I can catch a person's lie in seconds."

"Okay."

"For now,"—because it was gettin' to me—"I want to know why you trust
me
so much."

She stiffened. I visibly saw it; her eyes went wide and heat touched her cheeks, which caused me to want to know even more. I tilted my head and waited for her answer, an answer she obviously didn't want to give, but I wasn't letting her get off...well, I could get her off, but she wasn't getting off from answering.

"Um." She licked her lips. Her gaze went to the floor and then, it was just like earlier. She straightened. Her chin jutted out and she glared at me as she said, "You told me you killed people. Why else wouldn't I think I'd be safe with you?"

I smirked from her attitude. "How'd you know I wouldn't just hurt you?"

"I-I, the way you were. You got those men out from the room. You called people you trusted to help me. The thought of not trusting you wasn't a question. You're big..." I winked and she rolled her eyes. I wanted to laugh. "You look like you could cut a brother down if they tried anything against you...or anyone you know. I-I just knew I would be safe with you." Her shoulders slumped. Fuck. "But then, I didn't know what Josie had gone through. My troubles don't seem that bad when someone has lived through something like that." She looked up to me. "If you just let me go with Lan, I could be out of all your lives and not bring—"

"No," I snapped and sat forward, my elbows resting on my knees, my hands clasped in front of me. Turning my head enough to share my own glare, I added, "And saying another word about it will just piss me off. You don't want to see me pissed off. You stay here. Hawks will take care of it
while
taking care of our own problem."

"Trey—"

"No, Low. Not another word about going anywhere and, if you try to leave, sneak out, I'll fuckin' find you. And it won't be good when I do."

My cock pulsated under my jeans from the challenging spark in her eyes. "What would you do?"

Eat your pussy out until any thought of leaving would vanish. Then fuck you hard so it'll take at least a few days until you could get outta bed to walk. But then you'd be so in love with my cock, you wouldn't want to leave it...leave me.

Yeah, best not to say that. "You'd have to try it and see, but I highly suggest you don't, little bird," I said before standing. "I'm heading to bed. I'll set the alarm, which also goes off if anyone tries to go out any door or window in this house." I went and did just that before turning back to her, and before I could drag her to my room. "You can do anything you want. Watch TV, a DVD, grab whatever you want to eat."
Come to my room and sit on my face
. "Night," I growled.

"Night, Trey," she whispered with her sweet voice.

Yep, I was fucked for sure.

W
illow

One week later

Slowly drifting my hand down my stomach and into my panties, the first touch to my clit caused my lower body to lift off the bed. One week I'd been living with Mr Sin. One week of seeing him walk around the house in boxers when he first got out of bed. One ducking week of seeing him leaning against the kitchen counter in nothing but jeans that rode low on his hips. Hips I wanted to touch, to lick. And one stuffing week of smelling his delicious scent after he freshly showered, after he'd finished a workout in the spare room—even his sweat smelt divine.

My body wasn't my own. It wanted to reach out to Trey to demand he take us. My mind was mad with lust, and I couldn't hold off not touching myself any longer.

Biting my bottom lip to prevent my moan from being heard, I slid my fingers lower and straight into my tight, wet tunnel. I covered my mouth with my free hand. My legs spread wider, pumping my fingers in and out as my orgasm worked closer and closer to the edge.

Thoughts of Trey filled my mind. His face between my legs, him lifting his body over mine then slowly sliding his large—somehow I knew it would be large, if the bulge I saw behind his jeans was an indicator—penis inside of me. Him teasing me with how slow he wanted to take it when all I wanted was him to slam himself into me, claiming my snatch as his.

Which was why I didn't hear the door open. "Little bird, do you want...what the fuck are you doing?" Trey yelled as he stood in my doorway. His phone and drink bottle clattered to the floor because his hands went to the doorframe to support himself.

You would think I'd be embarrassed, and I was. However, I was more frustrated that he'd interrupted what I knew would be a mind-blowing orgasm.

Flattening my legs, I got to my elbows and glared over at him. "What did it look like I was doing?" I demanded and watched him gulp hard. It was quite funny, and I would have laughed if I wasn't wanting to get back to it.

Over the week, our relationship grew into friendship of the teasing kind. The sexual tension was there, only there was no way I was making the first move, and I wasn't sure if Trey actually wanted me. Yes, I saw his heated looks, but they, most of the time, were replaced with a scowl. As if I'd done something to upset him for being female and in his house. Three times I'd said I'd find another place if he wasn't comfortable with me being there and those three times, he'd quickly shut my suggestions down then threatened me if I tried to leave.

My days were spent with either Trey or Josie, while my nights were always with just Trey. We watched movies, ate dinner together and got to know one another...at least somewhat. I knew Trey moved from Sydney to get away from an arsehole—his word, not mine—stepdad who brought him up when his mum passed. Trey had been twenty-two when he'd moved to Ballarat, which was also where Talon had found him in a backyard fight, taking him straight into the biker fold. He'd said it was the best day of his life.

The more I got to know him, the more I wanted him. In my twenty-two years, I'd never wanted a man as much as I wanted Trey.

Never
, which scared the bejesus out of me.

Trey cleared his throat, his wild and wide eyes looking from my face to my private area under the sheet and back to my face. "Y-you were touching yourself."

"Yes, Trey." I smirked.

He glared then and barked, "You just make this harder and harder."

"Do I?"

He jerked his head back in confusion. "Do you what?"

"Do I make you hard?"

His intake of breath was audible. "Jesus, woman. I'm talking about the situation, not my cock."

Sitting up, I folded my arms over my tee-covered chest. "Well, excuse me, but my brain is muddled, and I was
this
close"—I held up my finger and thumb an inch apart—"to coming, and you interrupted it. Now, I'm annoyed, and you just want to stand there and talk. So, I'm sorry if my foggy brain got mixed up and thought about your cock."

"Don't," he growled low.

"Don't what, Trey?" I snapped.

"Don't talk about my cock," he hissed through clenched teeth.

Snorting, I glowered and sang, "Your cock, your cock, your lovely humping cock."

Oh. My. God. What is wrong with me?
Pissed-off, 'close to orgasm, but interrupted' Willow was a crazy wench.
Did I really just sing that?
I sang about a man's cock, while he glared at me with burning eyes from the doorway. At least The Black Eyed Peas would be proud they’d inspired my song.

Note to self: never get angry if you get interrupted again while playing with yourself.

It was obvious in the past week I'd let my guard down, let my inner crazy out to see if Trey could take it. And he did. Every time I snapped, teased or talked, he did it right back, if not first to get a reaction from me. Admittedly, since living with Trey, I'd been having the most fun I'd had in my life.

"That's fuckin' it," Trey grunted.

"What?" I asked icily. But then, holy mother Mary, he ripped off his tee and somehow, so quickly it was hard to follow, his jeans were down at his ankles and he was kicking them off. "Trey," I breathed, because he went commando under his jeans and now my eyes were admiring his large—
yeah, baby, I knew it
—erection as it bobbed up and down.

"I told you not to talk about my cock. Now I have to deal with you."

Rubbing my thighs together, I breathed, "Deal with me?"

He stalked towards the bed and flung the sheet from my body. "Yes, little bird, deal with you. Or more important, my cock wants to deal with your pussy."