Page 24 of Trick
“We always do,” Ella assured him, lifting her face to peer up at him. He took the opportunity to bend down to drop a quick kiss on her lips, then saluted us with his bottle of water before rejoining the men.
One of the prospects walked over and asked what Abby and I wanted to drink, then told the others he would bring them refills. Once he walked away, Molly continued the conversation Camille had started.
“I’m always amused by the number of euphemisms that romance authors use. I think the least romantic one I’ve read is ‘turgid member’,” she offered.
“Ooh…velvet-wrapped steel,” Abby said. “They aren’t wrong,” she admitted with a shrug.
“The love rod, the baloney pony, and the anaconda,” Camille crowed, punctuating her contribution by lifting her glass of what looked to be lemonade in the air.
Ella gave her a double take. “What the hell kind of books are you reading? Eh, never mind. I forget sometimes that you go for smut over story.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing, El,” she cracked back with a wicked grin. “Don’t judge me for being a smut slut.”
We all laughed, again drawing the attention of the entire yard again. Thankfully, they were too far away to hear what we were saying.
“My first serious boyfriend in high school asked if I wanted to play with his joystick,” I volunteered.
“Well, did you?” Abby asked, waggling her brows.
“I wanted to, at least until he called it ajoystick. Then, not so much,” I confessed. “Instant turn-off.”
“My grandmother was from England, and she referred to male genitalia as ‘meat and two veg,’” Ella said, using an impressive upper-crust British accent.
“Frank and beans, and twig and berries,” added Molly, grinning mischievously.
“Dingle and the dangle twins,” Camille declared triumphantly, just as the prospect returned with our drinks. The look on his face was priceless as he placed the tray down without looking any of us in the eye, and all but ran away.
Molly blushed and giggled, and I could feel my own cheeks heating as I tried not to laugh. Ella snickered, and Abby ducked her head, but Camille had no such qualms.
“You act like you’ve never heard women talk about dicks before!” Her voice carried across the yard after him, causing every head in the place to turn our way. Again.
A roar of male laughter greeted her comment, and I looked over to see Trick staring at me with a grin on his face.
“Sorry about that, Abby, I forgot to keep it G-rated for the kids,” Camille said.
Abby just grinned and shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. Everly’s too young to understand, and Ethan’s heard far worse, believe me.”
Molly nudged me, then leaned in and lowered her voice. “Is it just me, or is Trick staring right at you? I heard he’s been trying to flirt with you every chance he gets.”
“Ooh, wait a minute. What have I missed?” Camille asked, and surprisingly, she kept her voice down, too.
“Nothing,” I denied, rolling my eyes. “Trick flirts with everybody, Molly. He winks so much I’m beginning to wonder if he has some kind of medical condition that causes his eye to twitch!”
Abby and Molly both giggled, and Ella laughed until she had tears in her eyes, while Camille just smiled and said that Trick could twitch anything he wanted, as far as she was concerned.
I was still chuckling when I glanced over at the jungle gym, only to find Trick staring at me again while he helped Ethan climb down. I looked away quickly, thankful when Sinner announced that the food was ready.
I sat with Viking and Sinner for lunch and did my best to ignore Trick, which worked well until after we ate. The crowd had thinned out a bit by that time, with most of the club members leaving, aside from the various Morgan family members, me, Camille, Trick, and Irish. Jagger had to leave early because he was short-handed at The Inferno – the bar the club owned – and Molly decided to go with him to keep him company.
Viking and Sinner got into a deeply involved discussion with Wrangler, King, and Lucky about a custom bike build they were working on.
Camille had apparently forgotten about her newly declared aversion to dating, and was flirting with Irish, who was flirting right back. I studied him for a moment, taking in his large, muscular build and the tattoos that covered just about every inch of his skin that I could see. Whether anything would come of it or not, I felt confident that Camille was safe from ever hearing the intimidating-looking biker utter the wordding-a-ling.
The prospects were cleaning up, and Ella was talking to her son, Hunter, and one of his friends who had stopped by. I was sitting with Abby, who held a sleepy Everly on her lap, when Ethan asked Abby to play soccer with them.
“Daddy and me will be the boys’ team, and you can be on the girls’ team with Aunt Mia,” he informed her.
“C’mon, baby girl,” Rome coaxed her. “Trick can hold Ev for a while.”
