Page 38 of Trick
“If you really think that’s necessary, I won’t bother trying to argue.”
He handed me a cup filled almost to the brim with the dark, life-giving brew I depended on to be able to function each morning. I reached for the sugar, adding two generous spoonfuls before getting the flavored creamer from the fridge.
“Hopefully, Bull will be able to pin down the source of those damned emails today and we can put a stop to the threat. Until then, babe, someone will be with you at all times.”
My eyes widened and I almost choked on my first sip of coffee.
“Seriously?”
He arched a brow. “You just said you wouldn’t argue,” he pointed out.
“That’s when I thought I would just have a babysitter until the alarm was upgraded this morning,” I protested, sitting my mug down on the counter hard enough to slosh a bit of coffee over the rim.
He shook his head. “Sorry, you’re stuck with one of us until we neutralize the bastard.”
“It wasone email, Trick,” I stressed.
“You’re arguing again, and it was aseriesof emails that escalated to a threat of physical harm, Lauren. That, combined with the stalker bullshit he pulled in Pittsburgh means that Beau is a little unhinged when it comes to you.”
I dropped my head in defeat.
“OK, I get it,” I conceded, remembering his confession about his abusive father. I felt like a bitch for pressing the issue, even though I was about to crawl out of my skin having himhere. I wouldn’t last for days on end. I didn’t have that much willpower.
He sat his empty mug down next to mine, then dropped a kiss on my temple.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and I couldn’t stop the shiver those words elicited since I had a bit of a praise kink. Fuck me, this was going to be torture.
“I’m gonna get dressed,” he tossed over his shoulder as he walked out of the kitchen, shooting me one of those winks that normally set my teeth on edge. Right at this moment, though, my lady bits and I didn’t mind it at all.
Elvis was crouched near the kitchen doorway, and the flapping edge of Trick’s towel apparently caught his eye because he lunged for it. Before I could call out a warning, the claws on his front paws caught in the terrycloth of the towel and tugged it loose.
Trick realized a second too late what was happening. He tried in vain to grab for it as it fell to the floor, and then I was treated to the sight of his bare, stark-white ass for the second time in my life.
It was every bit as impressive as it had been the first time. Even better, his dick wasn’t buried in a club bunny this time around, so I got a fleeting glimpse of it as well. Trick didn’t bother picking up the towel. He just laughed and strutted down the hall, whistling that damned Big Balls song.
It took a moment for my heart rate to return to normal, and even longer for my body to stop tingling.
“Damn, I really,reallyneed to get laid,” I whimpered, reaching for my rapidly cooling cup of coffee.
I glared at Elvis, who was now playing with the discarded towel.
“This is all your fault,” I hissed.
In typical cat fashion, he ignored me, then sat on his haunches, lifted his leg, and tried to lick the space where his balls used to be.
I spent the next twenty minutes hiding in my bedroom like a virginal, Victorian maiden, waiting on Trick to leave.
“Rod’s here. See you later, darlin’,” he called out, giving my door a quick tap as he passed it. The rumble of his Harley a few minutes later signaled that it was safe to leave my room.
I peeked out the living room window and spotted Rod walking across the front yard, so I opened the door, and invited him in.
“Thank you, but no, ma’am. I’ve got my orders. I’m to walk the perimeter and keep my head on a swivel.”
I blinked slowly, completely nonplused by his answer.
That seemed a little over the top. This wasn’t a war zone, for God’s sake. I was quickly learning, though, that most things involving the MC were intense, so I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that Trick, and likely my uncle, too, were taking things to the extreme.
I grabbed a quick shower, then ate a microwaved frozen waffle for breakfast – Trick and his healthy eating tirade be damned. Since I had a little time before the security guys were to arrive, I sat down to read my Kindle for a bit. Elvis jumped up on the couch next to me, walking around the cushion in a circle until he decided he’d found the perfect spot to curl up.
