“I’d like that,” I tell her.
If Zach doesn’t have a problem with it, of course.
I see Grim, Zach’s dad, walking up to us.
“Xander,” he says, slapping me on the back. “Good to see you, son.”
“Good to be here, Grim,” I say, staring into the eyes of one of my dad’s very best friends. Grim is a good man and a tough leader of the Wind Dragons MC. He’s one person you don’t want to cross, but at the same time if he likes you, he is fiercely loyal and a good friend to have in your corner. He looks down at Trillian and smiles. “Look at you, darlin’, you look pretty. Anyone I need to beat the shit out of for not keeping their hands to themselves?”
Trillian laughs and I hang on to the sound. “No, I’m good, but thanks, Grim.”
Grim smiles back and nods. “Where’s that son of mine?”
“Out on the dance floor,” I tell him.
Grim sighs. “When does that boy ever have his dick in his pants?”
I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I heard Trillian mumble, “Whenever he’s at my house.”
I am fucking confused. Is Trillian with him or not?
Grim glances at me, then at Trillian, then back at me.
“Trill’s a good girl,” he suddenly says, eyes narrowing.
I nod. “I know.”
Message received.
“Good,” he replies. “I’ll see you around, Xander. Bye, Trill, darling. Get home safe, you hear me?”
“I will. Bye, Grim,” Trillian says, her eyes going back to the dance floor.
I turn away from her, my eyes scanning the crowd. Zach is dancing with some other girl now, but Trillian doesn’t seem to mind. Maybe they have an open relationship. Zach hasn’t mentioned anyone named Trillian before. Maybe it’s a new thing.
Either way, I’m not getting a taste of her. It isn’t happening, so I need to stop thinking about it. I didn’t come here for this, to start something with someone. I came here to try to sort myself out, to work on a few things. To learn how to deal with being here without my dad. The last thing I need is to be hung up on a girl that I can’t have and don’t deserve.
Zach returns with a girl walking behind him. “Xander, this is…”
He looks down at the girl.
“Paulina,” she says.
“Paulina, right, I knew that,” he says, looking amused. “Paulina, why don’t you show my buddy Xander here a good time?”
She’s pretty enough with a nice figure and blonde hair. Her red lips are from a tube, not natural colour like Trillian has. She sits on my lap and rubs herself against me. I glance at Trillian to see her stand up, say something to Zach, and then head for the dance floor. Zach follows her, but not before sending a smirk my way.
I ignore the pang of regret that I feel as she walks away from me.
I don’t get to have everything I want, and I know that.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” she purrs in my ear. “Do you want to leave?”
Do I want to leave?
I glance over and watch Zach pull Trillian in for a dance.
Yeah, I want to leave.
With Trillian.
But that isn’t happening.
Paula—is that her name?—licks the shell of my ear and I think, why not?
I have nothing to lose and a night of pleasure is just what I need.
It’s been a while—about two months. That might not be long for some, but it is for me.
“Come home with me,” she purrs once more. “Trust me, you won’t regret it. No won’t be in my vocabulary tonight.”
My eyes widen at that.
I stand and allow her to lead me out.
Do I have condoms in my wallet? I’m pretty sure I have two. That’s going to have to do for tonight because there is no way in hell I’m going to take her without any protection. If she’s this easy for me, she’s likely this easy for others. Not a nice thing to say, but it’s the truth.
We get into a taxi because I didn’t want to take her on my bike. I can pick it up tomorrow.
She gives me head on the way home.
Classy, I know, but I’m not complaining.
I come in her mouth, wishing it were another.
Fuck, how has she gotten to me after only meeting her once?
It’s stupid.
I push her out of my mind and allow myself to enjoy the rest of the night. Uncomplicated, meaningless, dirty sex.
That’s just what I need.
Chapter Four
Trillian
After Xander had left last night, I stayed and tried to enjoy the rest of the night. I danced with Zach and April, and two hours later, Zach and I dropped a drunk April off at her house before going back to ours. He didn’t mention Xander and neither did I. He walked me to my door as he usually does and waited for me to get inside safely before heading to his own house.
This morning, I woke up later than I was supposed to. I pressed snooze four times on my alarm, then had a shower and got dressed quickly for work. Walking out my door, a cup of coffee in my hand, already five minutes late for work, I rush to my car. This is definitely a first. I know my boss won’t be mad at me for that reason alone, but still, I hate to be late for anything. I place the cup of coffee on top of my car as I unlock the doors. When a taxi stops in front of Zach’s house and I see Xander slide out, I quickly look away. My chest tightens to the point of pain. I don’t know why it hurts so much that he spent the night with that woman.
Disappointment—that’s what I’m feeling.