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He was torturing himself. A few breaths were all he needed to clear his mind and return to reality. More importantly, to their surroundings. Trey brushed his face against her neck, taking in her scent. I want her! He groaned, pulling away slightly. He needed to regain control.
“Do you have a ride home?”
“Can you take me home?” Her breath hitched as her lips skimmed over his, proving impossible to resist. He drove his hand through the back of her hair, grasping hold and gently pulling until she looked up at him.
He was tempted. It would go against everything—rules, morals, and ethics—and still, he was contemplating it. One night. That was all he had to offer and all she would get. No.
“Do you need me to call a service?”
His question sobered her up, but her dazed eyes were still in a euphoric subspace. This was the biggest temptation. He could own every inch of her, and she’d give it up willingly.
Dahlia blinked, then turned her head toward the opening. Even without her looking him in the eyes, he saw her disappointment. If he had to guess, she’d be more than willing to continue their little rendezvous, possibly even move it somewhere a little more private. The thought had crossed his mind with her body pressed against his and her warm mouth so inviting and sweet. It took all his control to break away from her. Dahlia was proving impossible to stay away from. But Trey didn’t have a choice.
For all her risqué reputation and her association with East and her position there, Dahlia wasn’t a one-night stand type of woman. Maybe she’d done it in the past with others, but he had a strong sense of her desire. Although he was trying to fight it, Trey’s was just as strong. This had all the makings of an exploding disaster.
Dahlia swiped her lips with the back of her hand, clearing her throat. She’d yet to look up at him.
“I came with my friend. I should go find her.”
Trey remained silent, not moving an inch, staring down at her profile.
Fuck!
“This is between us.”
Trey had his reasons. They were all valid in his mind. But still… It was a shitty comment and a dick move. Even he could recognize it. His purpose was for her safety, but he knew her mind would go in an entirely different direction. This was where shit got hard. They were on two different pages, different wavelengths. Perception was key, and they were on different sides of the spectrum.
“Okay,” she whispered, and for some strange reason, he was left feeling something he hadn’t felt in years. Guilt. Through her tone, she was saying more than just the words. And accepting the secrecy in a different way than intended. Trey had always coveted his privacy, as did most members of the Underground. Any connection was a weakness, something to be used against them.
Trey had seen it with others. It led to most downfalls, and even he had used it as leverage against a few enemies. Having anything with Dahlia would put a target on her back, an added responsibility he didn’t need nor want. This was a weak moment on his part. It won’t happen again.
She took a step forward, but he tightened his hold over her skirt. Dahlia glanced back and leaned in, and Trey met her halfway, taking her mouth again. He wrapped his hand over her neck, and her hands pressed against his chest, angling her head for deeper access. Her lips were soft, tasting of beer and something sweet and a little sticky. Lip gloss. Hers.
Trey broke the kiss but didn’t move away. Her heavy breath fanned over his mouth, and he smoothed his thumb over the pulse at her neck. It was racing.
“Go.”
She smiled, though it seemed forced and didn’t reach her eyes. Watching her walk away, he took his position closest to the stairs. He looked back at Jared and gestured toward the open floor.
“Make sure she finds her friend and gets in a car.”
“Yes, sir.”
Trey kept his eyes locked on Dahlia as she met up with her friend. His security stayed a few feet away, watching her. She made no move to leave, but she did look back, scanning the deck. At this point, he’d moved, and he watched her lips pull down as she turned back to her friend.
Trey straightened with the sense he was being watched. He glanced around the room, scanned the stand, and ultimately looked up to the balcony. Rogue was standing near the railing with his eyes on the floor below. He could have been looking at anyone. He wasn’t. The corner of his mouth curled, and he turned his head, looking directly at Trey with a taunting smirk.
Fuck!
Trey made his way up to the balcony overlooking the cage. His gaze may have been directed at the room, but his stare was locked on her. Trey rounded the large couch where Rogue was seated and walked to the small bar. He poured himself a drink and looked down at Dahlia, who was standing with another woman and a man.
The man could have been a mere acquaintance, but there was familiarity between them. This was her ex, who she’d put cash down on for the fight. And lost.
“You should have invited our new barback upstairs. Hell of a lot more privacy than trying to fuck her against the wall.”
Trey clenched his jaw, refusing to give in to the taunting. Trey had thought he’d been discreet but underestimated Rogue’s interest in him and Dahlia. Trey kept his eyes on her and the current situation as he circled around the back of the couch and took a seat next to Rogue.
“Got a dark corner right over there. Missing out, Trey. Getting your cock sucked with a hundred people in the room and a crowd cheering?” Rogue laughed. “I bet she’s got a lot of experience.”
