Page 20 of Enjoying the Ride

“Red,” Trek repeats my name, the sound coming out low.Somehow, the man manages to make a single word sound both like a warning and a caress.“What’s wrong?Something’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

I bite my lip.“I was thinking about what happened the other day,” I begin slowly, “when you came to my dressing room.”

Trek’s eyes flash.“What about it?”he asks, taking a step back and sinking into one of the plush couches.The man is so massive he practically takes up the whole settee.

I pause as I consider if I should sit next to him or not.My brain knows that I should probably keep some distance.But my heart and body, working together to overcome logic, want to be as close to Trek as possible.

I settle for the middle ground and sit down next to him—close enough to feel his magnetism but far enough to escape if needed.

“I was just wondering,” I begin, looking at my hands as I talk, “if that was supposed to happen.”

Trek angles his head lower so that he can see my face.I finally look up at him, but I can’t hold his gaze.

“There’s no ‘supposed to’ about it.I think what you’re asking is, does what happenednormallyhappen as part of the competition prep,” he corrects.Trek sounds nonchalant, but something in his tone sounds a little dangerous, almost like he’s warning me to tread lightly.

I shrug, trying to come off as casual.“I guess that’s a more accurate way to phrase it.Okay, so does what we did happen often in the pageant circuit?Do you go into the women’s dressing rooms and do… well, you know?”

Trek smiles, the look sending an electric tingle down my spine.“Such things have happened in the past, yes,” he confirms in a slow voice.“I’ve found that women tend to enjoy this component of our pageant process.”

“So that wasn’t your first time,” I say.

He shakes his dark head.“It wasn’t.”

“And Narax and Kixson?”I probe, growing a little bit irked.

“We all partake.Women like our company, and enjoy our attentions,” he offers lightly.

“Which means that all three of you are engaging with other contestants in this pageant?”

“Yes.Are you angry?You seem upset.”

Suddenly, my cool girl persona shatters.Yet I have to pretend that I’m okay with it, even if I’m not.I shake my head and smile as brightly as I can.It’s not exactly a fake smile, but it’s not authentic, either.

“No, not exactly,” I attempt to explain.“I’m just a little mixed up, that’s all.”

He nods thoughtfully and takes my hand in his.The gesture is intimate, and I feel my body relax the second I’m finally touching him.

“Did you enjoy what I did to you?”Trek asks, his voice catching.

I swallow hard.“Yes,” I confirm.

“I thought so, too.You came pretty hard on my tongue, so it seemed like you were very happy.”

I blush bright red, mortified and horny all at once.“I did like it,” I reassure Trek.“A lot more than I probably should have.”

He chuckles easily.“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying sexual acts,” he says.“Besides, I liked it too.More than I should have,” Trek adds in a low tone.

“Oh.”I can’t think of anything else to say.The fact that Treklikeddoing something so taboo with me is thrilling, but only adds to my confusion.

He hasn’t said that I was the only one, I realize, my heart cracking a little.Not that I expect to be, but a girl can wish.

Can’t I?

“So, Red, wecouldrepeat what we did in the dressing room,” Trek continues.“Or we can get to these interview questions, which are a part of the pageant, too.I do want you to win, Posey, however you’d like to make that happen.”

He flashes me a wicked grin and I feel my insides coil.

I want Trek to touch me, far more than I care to admit.I want him to lay me across that massive bed and ravish me.But I know that I can’t say such things out loud or let him know the strange power he has over me.

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