Page 62 of Trick or Treat

“Thanks. I’m going to need it.”

Trick eased his way inside, thankful that Race had already adjusted the seat back, allowing him to slide right in. He crossed his fingers and took a chance that she wouldn’t wake up when he closed the door. With one eye on her, he pulled it closed. Nothing. Thank God. Maybe he could get her home and into her house before she woke up and ripped him a new one.

At a stoplight, he happened to glance her way to see how she was holding up. He almost burst out laughing, seeing her head against the window with her mouth hanging open. It reminded him so much of Reagan. Before the light turned green, he pulled out his phone and took a couple of pictures. Even passed out, she looked fucking cute.

Fuck, how was he going to pull his ass out of this fire? No matter what he said, he was going to come out looking like an asshole. It probably wouldn’t matter that she’d kicked him to the curb in favor of her career. It definitely wouldn’t work in his favor if he pointed out that it was her idea to end things between them. And there was no way in hell he could tell her that he was only fucking other women because he couldn’t have her. He was pretty sure women frowned on such lame ass excuses.

He pulled her car into the garage and waited for the door to close behind them before he got out and went around to her side of the car. He gently opened the door and slipped his hand in to catch her head from falling after losing the support of the window. There was no way to stop the chuckle that slipped free. He’d think this whole thing was hilarious if he didn’t know how much trouble he was in.

Opening the door wider, he reached over and unfastened her seatbelt. He paused a moment, saw that she was still passed out, then picked her up and carried her inside the house. If that didn’t wake her up, nothing would.

He didn’t bother turning on the lights. He knew his way around her house well enough to find her room in the dark. He managed to pull the covers down before he placed her on the bed. It took some maneuvering, but he managed to get her undressed. He debated on whether or not to take his shirt off and put it on her, then came to the conclusion it wouldn’t be a good idea seeing as how she’d associate it with what he’d been doing, which in turn, would get him kicked out of her house before they could talk.Naked it is then.

He eased her down and pulled the covers up to her neck. He watched her for a few minutes then decided it would be best if he took a shower. Having another woman’s scent and other things on him while in bed with Lindsey did not sit well with him and was guaranteed to get him a black eye or a missing nut when she tried to rip them off.

He hopped in the shower and quickly cleaned off. He made sure not to leave a mess behind in the bathroom, afraid it would only add to his offenses.

Sitting on the opposite side of the bed, he texted Race to have one of the prospects to bring him some clean clothes and leave them on the front porch. He checked the time and saw that it wasn’t all that late. He wasn’t sleepy but he had a desperate need to hold Lindsey in his arms. She’d come to see him so he’d consider it a good sign. He got under the covers and scooted over until he was able to spoon her, his arm resting around her waist. He didn’t know how long he lay there listening to her breathe before he finally drifted off to sleep himself.

Lindsey hadto pee in the worst possible way. She also had the world’s worst hangover. Just the thought of moving made her head hurt worse. She was half tempted to pee in bed. She wouldn’t really but the idea held merit.

When did her mattress get so freaking firm? And warm? She slowly cracked her eyes open and discovered her mattress was actually a hard, warm body. Oh no! Did Race spend the night? Did they do something?

“Mornin’, sunshine.”

At the sound of an all too familiar, deep rumbly voice, she squeaked and bolted upright in bed. Trick was in her bed! How did that happen? Why was he here? In her bed? She closed her eyes and her shoulders slumped in relief at finding Trick and not Race in her bed.

“Like the view.” He lay with one arm stretched behind his head, his eyes slowly giving her the once over.

She looked down at herself and squeaked again. Oh my God! She didn’t have any clothes on! How did she end up naked in bed with Trick? She yanked the covers up to hide her chest from his view only to pull them off his semi-aroused penis. Her eyes shot wide at seeing it.

He chuckled and went to wipe something off his chest. “You drooled on me,” he grinned.

“I did not!” She huffed at the same time she wiped at her mouth, her hand coming away wet. She groaned at her unfortunate circumstances.

“What are you doing here? And cover that thing up.” She pointed at his quickly stiffening dick.

“Okay,” he shrugged and yanked the covers from her, exposing her top half to his gaze once more.

“Uhhhh! You jerk.” She yanked the covers back and uncovered his very erect penis again. She closed her eyes and shook her head, growling. “I’m going to use the bathroom and by the time I get back you better be gone.”

She fisted the covers in her hands and gave it a good yank. She wrapped them securely around her naked self, leaving the top sheet for him to cover himself with. She took her time taking care of business, hoping she was giving him enough time to get out.

Why were his clothes lying on her counter and not on the floor next to the bed? Great. With his clothes in here, she was going to open the door and find him still lounging in her bed. The sight of a wet towel slung over the shower told her he’d taken a shower here last night. How magnanimous of him to wash another woman off before climbing into bed with her. Grrrrrr!

She took a deep, fortifying breath and opened the door. Huh. Trick wasn’t in her bed or bedroom. Was he walking around her house naked? Wonderful. She threw on some leggings and a loose fitting long-sleeve tee before venturing out toward the kitchen. She desperately needed coffee and Tylenol.

Lindsey came to a complete stop at the sight of Trick—now fully dressed—standing in her kitchen, leaning his butt against the counter, his legs crossed at his bare feet, enjoying a cup of coffee. There was a time she’d have given anything to have him here like this. Now, after seeing him with someone else, no way.

How had he gotten dressed if his clothes were in her bathroom?

“One of the prospects dropped them off on your porch last night,” he said like he’d been reading her mind. “And no, I can’t read your mind. You just have a very expressive face. See. Like right now, your face is saying you want to throat punch me.”

“Uhh.” She rolled her eyes and headed for the coffee. “Move,” she told him. She reached for a mug above the coffee maker and filled it up. She took a drink and closed her eyes. Heaven.

“You want some Tylenol?” Trick interrupted her momentary peace. When she opened her eyes, he handed her two pills. She took them with a drink of coffee and prayed they’d kick in fast. She was going to need all the help she could get to deal with him. She stared at him for several long seconds, debating on what to address first.

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with…?” She left it blank considering she had no idea who that woman was last night.

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