Page 63 of Trick or Treat

“I’m here because I drove you home last night. You were in no condition to drive.” He took another drink of his coffee, watching her over the rim of his cup.

Oh. So they were going to ignore what she’d seen last night. “You brought me home? I thought Race was bringing me home?” She moved to the opposite side of the kitchen, putting distance between them.

“Wait. Are you disappointed it wasn’t Race lying next to you in bed this morning?”

“What? Of course not.” Why in the world would he think that?

He stared at her long enough to make her squirm uncomfortably. His head tilted to the side. “Did you plan on fucking Race after he got you home last night?”

“What?” She sputtered. “No. I did not have plans to sleep with Race last night or ever. What is wrong with you? One of you bikers is enough, thank you very much.” She pulled out a chair at the table and took a seat. It was too early in the morning for this. She was tired, hungover and her head was killing her.

Satisfied with her answer, he explained, “I brought you home because as soon as he buckled you in, you passed out. He told me to take care of you. Not that he needed to tell me that. I wanted to do it anyway.” He grinned mischievously. “You were so cute, leaning your head on the window, your eyes closed and your mouth hanging open.”

“What?” she screeched. “I highly doubt,” she didn’t finish as her eyes took in the picture he’d taken on his phone. “Oh my God.” She could feel her face flush hot. “Get rid of that.”

“No way. I like this picture.” He shoved his phone back in his pocket. “It reminds me of Reagan.”

Oh, that man made her so mad. She got up and pulled a loaf of bread out of the pantry and popped two slices in the toaster. She really needed to get something in her stomach besides coffee. As she patiently waited for the toaster to do its thing, a horrible thought occurred to her. “Did you undress me and put me to bed last night?”

“Yes.” His smug smile pissed her off. “I don’t know what you’re so upset about. It wasn’t anything I haven’t seen before.” She spun around to give him a piece of her mind only to come face to face with his very solid chest. She tipped her head back and wished she hadn’t when he added, “I’ve touched and kissed every inch of that amazing body. I’ve licked and sucked my way down from your tits to your p—” she slapped her hand over his mouth.

He pulled her hand away and held on to it while he laughed. “I don’t know why you’re such a prude considering the kind of books you read.”

“I’m a third-grade teacher.” She tried to explain why it was so hard for her to talk like that out loud. In her head she could curse like a biker all she wanted, but it felt wrong coming out of her mouth.

“Gotta say, I had no idea you were interested in anything like that.” His mouth curved into a smile

“What?” she whispered breathlessly. And how did he know what kind of books she liked to read?

“That weekend we spent together was fucking amazing, Lindsey. I still jack off in the shower to those memories.” He’d moved closer until their toes were almost touching.

“You do?” She swallowed hard around her suddenly dry throat.

“Yeah. And I bet you read these books, these biker books with their explicit sex scenes, and get yourself off thinking of me.”

She tugged at her hand, trying to get away from him. The man was so unbelievably sure of himself. She’d been mesmerized by the heat in his eyes and the way they stayed focused on her own until a thought hit her. “Did you read my book?”

“The last time I was here, I saw one of your books on your nightstand. You had several pages dog eared, so I downloaded it to my phone to see what kind of stuff you like to read. Imagine my surprise when I got to reading it. Did you like the part where Jagger fucks Briana so hard her toes curl?”

Well that part wasn’t so bad.

“And then he flips her over and fucks her ass until she passes out from all the pleasure.” He moved in until he trapped her between his arms. His hands were braced on the counter on either side of her.

“Oh my God,” she groaned, dropping her head on his chest. She could feel her face flame at the idea that he knew about her weakness for erotic romance novels.

“Would you like that, Lindsey? Would you like for me to fuck your tight little ass until you pass out?” She could feel his warm breath as it hit the side of her neck as he spoke into her ear. She shivered at the image he painted.

“Or maybe you’d like a threesome like when Jagger shared Bianca with Tank?”

Would she like that? It sounded amazing when reading about it but to actually participate in a threesome in real life? Could she do it? A sudden vision of a woman sandwiched between Trick and another man and the look of pure pleasure on her face flashed before her closed eyes. She didn’t know what disturbed her more, what she saw last night or the idea he’d put in her head of him sharing her with someone. She was well and truly touched in the head. She cleared her throat and pulled back. “What do you want from me, Trick?” Lindsey tugged at her hand again. This time he let it go. He reached out to push a strand of hair behind her ear.

“For you to give me a chance.” She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off with a finger over her lips. “You came to the clubhouse looking for me for a reason. And don’t think I didn’t hear you say I ruined you for all other men. You can’t take that back. My brothers heard you admit it.” He’d taken a step back and dropped into a chair.

He didn’t appear to be leaving anytime soon, so Lindsey took a seat at the table as well. She rubbed her tired eyes. “Trick,” she whispered, her heart twisted in knots. “I don’t know how to move past what I saw last night.”

“Tori is a club sweet butt. She has sex with everyone. It didn’t mean anything more to her than it did to me. We were a group of adults having some fun and getting off.”

“You also had sex with someone else while you were out of town.” At his puzzled look, she threw her hands out to her sides. “Seriously? You’ve been having so much sex you can’t even remember coming home with a scratches on your back while I was watching your kids?”

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