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The question as to whether or not Cami had slept with Trick more than once was on the tip of her tongue. The mental picture she’d have stuck in her brain if she answered yes stopped Lindsey from actually asking. Just the thought of it made her stomach queasy. Logically, she knew her friend had had sex with Trick. Knowing in her head and having it confirmed out loud were two entirely different things.

“I really don’t think I could handle the rejection. I definitely don’t want to see him with someone else and the thought of having sex with any of the others terrifies me.” Lindsey gulped down the rest of her wine. Hell, she was getting nervous and all they were doing was talking about it.

“You know how I am. Let’s say Trick wanted nothing to do with me. There’s no way I could sleep with any of his friends. What if they compared notes? What if they came to the conclusion I suck in bed? Besides, I’d be calling myself a slut in my mind the whole time I was with someone else.” She slumped in her seat. “God, what is wrong with me?” she whined.

She was so damn horny just talking about him, she knew she’d be stopping for more batteries for B.O.B.—her battery-operated boyfriend—on the way home.

Jenna reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “Honey, there is nothing wrong with you. You do whatever makes you feel comfortable. Don’t letanyone,” she turned and raised a brow at Cami, “talk you into doing something you don’t want to do.”

“Lindsey, I’m sorry if you feel like I’m pressuring you. That wasn’t my intention. I just know how lonely you’ve been since you found out Doug was cheating and you divorced his sorry ass. If you ever decide you want to go back to the clubhouse with me and cut loose, just say the word, I’d be more than happy to take you with me.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

After that, feeling down on herself, she checked the time and realized she should probably get moving if she wanted time to unwind before bed. They said their goodbyes and then they drove off, each heading for their own homes. She did make one quick stop at the store for batteries on her way. A girl, one not prone to one-night stands, had to be prepared to take care of things for herself.

As she was settling into bed that night, she got a text. She checked it and didn’t readily recognize the number. She swiped at it and saw that it was from Kurtis and he was telling her that he’d been really happy to see her again and mentioned that they should get together to catch up sometime soon. She texted back that she was happy as well to have run into him and catching up sounded like fun.

She connected her phone to her charger and turned out the lamp next to the bed. She snuggled down under the comforter and instead of replaying her run-in with Kurtis, she immediately went right back to the night she’d had life-changing sex with Trick. If she was completely honest with herself, she’d love to have sex with him again. But, like she told Cami, she feared seeing him with someone else and she’d be heartbroken if he wasn’t in to doing it again because it hadn’t been as earth moving for him as it was for her.

Sighing in resignation, she reached for the drawer in her nightstand next to the bed. She fumbled around in the dark until she found what she was looking for. B.O.B. and some lube.

5

Trick pulled his bike into a parking spot in front of the school and shut off the engine. He checked the time on his phone and saw that he was five minutes early. Keegan had given him the form indicating what time either he or Michelle needed to show up for a parent/teacher conference. He’d told his dad he didn’t bother showing it to his mom, her prior performance at Open House more than likely the reason. It was pathetic his son couldn’t trust that his mom would not show up and embarrass him worse than last time.

He stopped by the front office as he entered, asking for directions to Miss Hicks’ classroom. The woman behind the desk was friendly and helpful.

“You’ll take a left out of the office. At the end of the hall, make a right and look for room number 206. Her name will be outside the classroom.”

“Thank you.” Shouldn’t be too hard to find. He went down the hall, took a right and kept a look out for 206. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to knock or go on in. He opted to just go in. The door swung open on quiet hinges.

The first thing he noticed was all the Halloween decorations around the room. One side of his mouth hitched up at seeing that some of them had been made by the students. The next thing he noticed, and this was by far the best thing, was the teacher behind her desk, bent over doing something.

He bit his bottom lip as he took in the perfectly-shaped ass on his son’s teacher. Part of him knew it was wrong to be fantasizing about sliding her prim skirt up over her ass and taking her from behind. The other part was getting a tingle. The fact that his actions could affect his son was what eventually helped him rein in his libido. He cleared his throat to get her attention so he could get on with the meeting and he could get back to the clubhouse. Maybe he’d take Tori up on her offer when he got back.

Miss Hicks squealed and spun around, her eyes round and her hand on her chest. “Oh my goodness! You startled me.” Her smile faltered as recognition registered.

“Oh my God!” she whispered at the same time he said, “Holy shit!”

The man she’d hooked up with and knew as Trick threw his head back and laughed. “Oh my goodness? What prim and proper language.” He moved closer until only a foot remained between them. “As I recall, you had a very creative vocabulary when I was buried—” She slapped her hand over his mouth before he could continue.

Wasn’t it a small world? Pretty Miss Hicks, his son’s teacher, was the same Lindsey he’d met and fucked several weeks ago. The same woman that had been missing from his bed when he woke the next morning. He’d come harder than he’d come in a very long time and he’d been looking forward to fucking her again. A devilish smile tipped his lips as he pulled her hand away. “Well isn’t this interesting?”

“You’re Patrick O’Malley? Keegan’s father?” she asked nervously.

“Yep, that would be me.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. The thoughts he’d had about bending her over and fucking her from behind on her desk became even more vivid. Her cheeks were flushed and he wasn’t sure if it was because she recognized him or because he’d seen her naked and knew exactly what she felt like when she was coming or if, by remembering, she was getting as turned on as he was right now.

“I had no idea you were Keegan’s father. You signed all his papers Patrick and not Trick.” Lindsey was flustered and accusatory.

“That’s my legal name.”

“Oh, well, yes, that makes sense.” Needing to bring things back to the reason he was here, she pointed at a full-size chair next to her desk. “Um, if you’ll take a seat, we can get started.”

“Am I making you nervous, Lindsey?” He took a step closer. Curling a loose strand of hair behind her ear, he asked, “Or are you as turned on right now as I am. Because I gotta say, the thought of bending you over this desk right now almost has me coming in my jeans.” He leaned down, bringing his lips so close to hers, and he could feel her heated breaths on his face. He inhaled deeply and smelled her arousal.

“No,” she whispered weakly. She didn’t sound the least bit convincing.

“Liar.” He pressed his lips to hers, quickly slipping his tongue forward, demanding access. She didn’t disappoint, she opened her mouth immediately, meeting him with the same fiery heat he remembered from their night together. He slipped one hand into the hair at the back of her head and the other to the small of her back so he could pull her into his hardening cock.

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