Page 12 of Trick or Treat

“That’s it, baby, give it to me.” Trick didn’t stop his pace until he felt his own orgasm slamming into him. “Ah, God, feels so good,” he groaned into her neck.

Shit. Never in his life had he come so hard. His head rested in her neck as he tried to catch his breath. He felt her try to free her leg and released her. Weak and shaky from her orgasms, she would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding onto her.

“I’ve never,” she panted, “in my life,” she panted again, “ever felt that before.” Lindsey said it as if they were one and done. Nope. Not even close. Trick wasn’t done with this woman by a long shot.

He tilted her head back with a knuckle beneath her chin and got a good look at her face. Her head still rested on his hand, her eyes were closed and she had the biggest smile on her face. Trick had to laugh at her blissed-out expression. “Have you never had an orgasm?”

She cracked an eye open. “Not unless I did it myself.”

“Woman, I don’t know who you’ve been having sex with, but obviously not a real man. A man who is any kind of a real man always gets his woman off.” He stepped back and shoved his cock in his jeans, then helped her straighten her clothes. She searched around, no doubt looking for her panties, but she wasn’t going to find them. He’d stuck those in his pocket and planned on keeping them. He never kept souvenirs from the women he fucked, but he was making an exception with Lindsey.

“Come on.” He tugged at her hand.

“Where are we going?”

“You don’t think we’re finished yet, do you?” He had to laugh at the way her face lit up. It was like she was a little kid and he brought her to the candy store and told her to pick anything she wanted, as much as she wanted. Damn, the woman was good for his ego.

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Lindsey slowly came awake and instantly realized she wasn’t at home in her own bed. Taking in her surroundings, she found that she was half sprawled on top of Trick, a man she barely knew and had sex with multiple times. Ooooh, and she ached in the most delicious ways.

Chancing a quick glance, she tipped her head back and found he was sound asleep. He should be after the many times he’d made her come. God, just remembering all the things he’d done to her body was getting her worked up again. Holy cow, she could get addicted to Trick if she wasn’t careful. Good thing she was leaving now, thereby missing the morning after awkwardness. At least, everything anyone had told her about a one-night stand said the next morning was awkward.

Checking the time on the digital clock next to the bed, she saw it was 7:30. She needed to get out of here before everyone in the clubhouse started waking up. She’d never done the walk of shame before and she didn’t want to start it now. Slowly easing herself out from under the arm he had curled around her waist, she scooted to the edge of the bed and paused. He didn’t immediately wake up and ask her where she was going or wrap a hand around her waist and pull her back into the bed, so she took a quick peek over her shoulder. Still asleep.

Her heart was racing as she searched the floor for her clothes. No matter how hard she looked, she couldn’t find her panties. She must have lost them outside somewhere. The good thing about that was that no one would know who they belonged to. She quickly got dressed, sans panties, and decided to use Trick’s bathroom before she took off. While she was sitting there relieving herself, she checked her phone and found a text from Cami. She said she was staying the night with Race and that Lindsey could leave whenever she wanted to, that he’d give her a ride to her house to pick up the car tomorrow. She got the message around midnight and tomorrow was now today. If she didn’t want Cami giving her crap about staying the night with Trick, she needed to get out of there. Fast.

Cami had told her before they’d gone to the Sons of Redemption party that more than likely she’d be staying the night with one brother or another. She’d made sure to give Lindsey her car keys so she’d have a ride home when she was ready.

She lowered the toilet seat and flushed, praying it wouldn’t wake Trick up. She’d never had a one-night stand and didn’t know what the protocol was. Easing the door open, she saw Trick hadn’t moved. He was still on his back, one arm over his head and one leg now cocked to the side.

She found her shoes and was slipping them on when he straightened his leg, pulling the sheet lower, revealing his semi-hard penis. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud. Damn. The man was a work of art. She could look at his firm body all day long. In fact, he would be starring in her dreams for many, many nights to come. Lindsey shook her head, trying to clear her brain from the stupor Trick appeared to put her in.

She tip-toed to the door, unlocked it and let herself out, pulling it closed quietly behind her. Looking both ways, she wasn’t sure which way led to the exit. Taking a guess, she turned right and released a sigh of relief when she ended up in the main room. There were several people lying around on the couches, some with clothes, some without, causing her cheeks to heat violently.Oh dear.

Slipping out the door, she hurried to Cami’s car and let herself in. At least no one had witnessed her walk of shame. She started it up and almost jumped out of her skin when the music blared loudly in the small space. “Shit!” She quickly turned it off and held her chest. Her heart was beating rapidly as she backed out of her parking spot and took off toward home.

The drive didn’t take long before she was pulling up to her house. She parked Cami’s car in the driveway, put the keys under the floor mat and got out. Damn it. Wasn’t it just her luck that Mr. Kessler would already be in his yard retrieving his morning paper? And here she was coming home in someone else’s car, dressed in the same clothes as the night before.

“Hello, Lindsey! Looks like you finally went out and had some fun for a change!” Mr. Kessler smiled and waved, knowing full well what she’d been up to last night by the way she was skulking home this morning.

“Hello, Mr. Kessler!” She waved back and hurried to let herself in the front door. “Oh God,” she groaned. How mortifying that her neighbor had seen her. Still terribly tired from the night before, she kicked her shoes off by the door and dropped her purse on the couch as she walked through.

Deciding she couldn’t go back to bed smelling like an ashtray, she hopped in the shower, did a quick wash and condition of her hair and got out. She towel dried her hair, washed her make-up off her face and did something she never did—she climbed into bed naked.

She took a deep breath and released it slowly, completely happy in the knowledge that Cami was right, Trick had ruined her for any other man. He’d well and truly fucked her.

Trick rolledto this side and reached out a hand, coming up empty. Heaving a disappointed sigh, he slowly opened his eyes and found Lindsey’s side of the bed empty. He shouldn’t be surprised. They’d both known going in that it was a one-night stand, so why did Trick feel so damn unhappy at the thought of never seeing her again? She didn’t strike him as the kind of woman who would come to biker parties and she sure didn’t strike him as a hook-up kind of woman.

He supposed it was for the best that she was gone. It saved him the trouble of having to explain that last night was all there could ever be. Unless she was open to the idea of hooking up again from time to time, no strings attached.

Again it was probably for the best. He had a lot of shit going on in his life with Michelle and meeting with his new attorney. If he ever got the urge to scratch that particular itch again, he was sure he could get her information from Cami.

He checked the time on his clock, seeing it was 10:00. Time to get up and get over to his brother, Owen’s, house to get his kids. If he hurried, he’d get lucky and Bridgette would have a big breakfast ready by the time he got there. He’d have to go to his house first to trade his bike for his truck and he still needed to take Keegan school shopping before heading home. At the top of the list was going to be a phone for his boy.

Before he knew it, he was standing on Owen’s doorstep, knocking on the door. He heard him yell “Come in!” and let himself inside.

“How did you know that it was me at the door? It could have been anybody. Don’t you ever check before yelling for someone to come in your house?” Trick harassed his brother as he followed the sound of his voice to the kitchen.

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