Pressing the button, I put my phone to my ear, but it rings out, and then goes to voicemail. It’s seven in the evening, and I have no idea where she could be. I decide to call Zach.
He answers on the third ring. “Xander, we were just talking about you.”
“Who was?”
“Trillian and I. How you been, bro?”
“Good, so she’s with you,” I murmur, wishing it was me with her instead. “She didn’t answer her phone.”
“Yeah, she’s a little preoccupied right now,” he replies, sounding amused.
I hear loud music and laughter in the background. “Where are you?”
“Wind Dragons clubhouse.”
My fingers squeeze the phone. “You took Trillian to your fuckin’ clubhouse?”
“What?” he replies casually. “She wanted to go. I think she was lonely.”
My free hand turns to a fist. “What is she doing?”
“Playing a drinking game with the women.”
I curse. “She doesn’t normally drink much.”
“I know,” he replies, chuckling. “She’s decided to let go for once. Don’t worry. I’m keeping a close eye on her and batting all the men away who are trying to paw at her. Let me tell you, it’s a full-time job.”
I see red. “Zach, I swear to God!”
“Guess I’ll be seeing you soon, then, hmm?”
He hangs up on me.
That bastard.
What was he thinking by taking her there? I’ve heard the stories. The place is like a fuckin’ brothel. I throw the phone down on the couch and run my hands through my hair, tugging on the ends. Standing up, I head to my room and grab a bag.
Zach’s right.
He will be seeing me soon.
*****
I decide to get a good night’s sleep and then ride to Channon in the morning. It’s six p.m. when I get there. I park my bike on Trillian’s driveway and walk up to knock. She doesn’t come to the door. Her car is parked in the driveway so I know she’s home. Maybe she’s in the shower. I take quick steps to Zach’s front door and knock on there instead. He opens the door a few seconds later, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. He grins when he sees me, and I feel like putting my fist through his face.
“Where is she?” I demand.
He smirks. “Hello to you, too, Xander.”
I push into his house and glance around.
“Please, do come in,” Zach mocks from behind me.
I hear voices in the living room so I go there, then freeze as I spot her. She’s sitting on the couch wearing a white dress and looking comfortable. On the other side of the couch is a man I’ve never met before. A biker. He’s wearing the Wind Dragons cut and his eyes are on Trillian.
“Who the fuck is this?” I grit out, staring daggers at the stranger trying to poach my motherfucking property.
Fuck, this woman is making me crazy.
“I’m Rex, who the fuck are you?” the guy calls out cockily.
Trillian stands up. “Xander? What are you doing here?”
What am I doing here?
I look down at this Rex guy and feel nothing but pure unadulterated fury. “I came here to see you, but you’re obviously fuckin’ busy so I must have wasted a trip.”
Her pouty, pretty mouth opens slightly. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong.”
Zach walks into the room and takes in the situation. “Rex is my friend. Yes, he wants to fuck her but he hasn’t and won’t. Trill only sees him as a friend, who she met like, yesterday. Now that that’s all sorted out are we going out or what?”
No one speaks.
Zach groans. “Come on, Rex. Let these two sort their shit out.”
“I’m here if you need me, Trill,” Rex says.
His comment has me seeing red. If Trill wasn’t sitting there looking beautiful as hell, I’d teach that fucker a lesson about staying away from what’s mine.
Rex and Zach exit the room, and I have to physically stop myself from taking him down.
He wants her.
But he isn’t going to fuckin’ have her.
Trillian sits back on the couch and watches me, waiting patiently for me to speak. I sit down opposite her before I do.
“You didn’t call. And I rang you yesterday and you didn’t answer, only to find out you were at the clubhouse,” I say, looking down at my hands.
Her eyes widen. “I didn’t want to call and annoy you, Xander. I know you were dealing with things back home. It wasn’t like you called me every day, and I didn’t expect you to. You said you would come back, and I was waiting for you.”
“Yeah, I can see how you were waiting,” I scoff. “Why didn’t you call me back yesterday?”
Fuck, I sound like a pussy.
She frowns. “When I got back from the clubhouse, I was exhausted and fell straight asleep.”
“Trillian,” I grit out.
“What?”
“Come here,” I demand. “Now.”
She glares at me, but she stands and steps in front of me.
“Straddle my lap,” I tell her, my gaze not leaving hers.
She hesitates but then does as she’s told, straddling my waist, our clothing the only thing between my dick and her pussy. I cup her face with one hand and run my other through her black, inky locks. She looks like fuckin’ Snow White with her perfect red lips and clear skin.
“I missed you,” I whisper against her mouth.