Page 4 of Trick
The words were right, but the voice that uttered them wasn’t. The club bunny I was fucking in a darkened hallway at the clubhouse had a high-pitched voice that had a tendency to turn screechy.
This voice though,fuck, this voice was low and throaty, with a sultriness that would have made me think of sex even if I weren’t currently balls-deep in a woman. My thrusts faltered as I instinctively looked over my shoulder to see who had spoken.
I got a fleeting glimpse of a tall woman with curly, red hair falling to the middle of her back, as she whirled around and hurried back toward the common room. Just before she turned the corner and disappeared from my view, I registered a pair of long, shapely legs that were made for wrapping around a man’s waist and curvy hips that were perfect for holding on to, topped off by an incredible ass that made my mouth water.
I had no idea who she was, but I’d definitely never seen her before. I sure as hell would have remembered.
“Don’t stop, Trick. I was almost there,” Melanie whined – or was it Melissa? That’s when I realized that I had, indeed, stopped moving mid-fuck.
“Sorry,” I grunted, then tried to get my head back in the game. Fucking this chick had lost its appeal though, and when I finally busted my nut several minutes later, my eyes were closed, and I was picturing a riot of fiery curls wrapped around my fist, and a pair of gorgeous long legs wrapped around me.
The woman’s irritating screech as she came brought me out of my fantasies just as I shot my load, filling the rubber. Dammit, I should have just had her suck me off, because if her mouth had been full, I wouldn’t have had to hear her.
We were around the corner from the restrooms, so it didn’t take long to dispose of the condom and clean myself up. I exited the men’s room and hurried to the common room, hoping to see the redhead again. Since it was a Friday night, the clubhouse was filled with bikers, friends of the club, and women looking to party. Some of them were club bunnies, like the new girl I’d just fucked, but most were hangarounds – regular citizens who liked to take a walk on the wild side once in a while.
I glanced around the room, and caught sight of her curly, coppery hair. She was sitting with her back to me, at a table with Jagger, Molly, and Ella, Jag’s new stepmother. I smirked as I saw King, Jag’s dad and our MC president, making a beeline for the table. He was never far from Ella’s side these days, which was something I thought I’d never see. I waited for a moment, hoping the redhead would turn around so I could see her face.
Growing impatient, I approached the table and heard the women laughing even over the throbbing bass of the music. She finally turned her head to say something to Jagger, and I almost tripped over my own feet as I got a good look at her. She was gorgeous. Absolutely fucking stunning. I quickened my step, but as I got closer, I could make out a little of what they were saying.
“A stark-white ass in a dark hallway? Yeah, that was definitely Trick. He won’t take the women up to his room anymore. Says it’s too hard to get rid of them once they’re done,” Jag told the redhead, laughing as he tipped his bottle of beer to his lips and took a swig. I wanted to smack the asshole as the three women groaned and made various noises of disgust.
“He sounds charming,” the redhead drawled, sarcasm dripping from every word.
I hesitated, rethinking my intent to introduce myself to the beautiful stranger. Timing was everything, or so they say, and this definitely didn’t seem like the right time to make her acquaintance.
I turned on my heel and headed over to the pool table instead, joining Lucky, Skid, and Joker, who were mid-game. There were several women – hangarounds – gathered around the table, cheering them on and hoping to be noticed for the night. I recognized a couple of them and realized a few seconds too late that both were women I’d fucked before. The blonde was the reason I’d instituted my “no sex in my room” rule a year or so ago. This was the first time I’d seen her back at the clubhouse since I’d had to explain my rules that night – bluntly the second time, since she hadn’t been paying attention when I told her before we hooked up.
I don’t cuddle after sex, and I don’t have women sleep over.
She had apparently thought I’d be so blown away by her skills in bed that I would make an exception. I’d informed her that she was wrong on both counts. She had blown me, but she definitely hadn’t blown me away, and no, I would not be making an exception.
I wasn’t normally so rude, but the damned woman wouldn’t take a hint. The resulting scene had caused me to announce that my room was off-limits for hookups as soon as her half-naked ass had stormed out the clubhouse doors.
I turned around again, thankful that her eyes had been so trained on Lucky that she hadn’t noticed me walking up. I scanned the room again, spotting Saint and Irish eyeing the stripper pole on the small stage in the corner. I glanced at the dancer, who was only wearing stilettos and a seductive smile. I recognized Sheena, one of the main attractions at Fallen Angels, the strip club the MC owned. I knew she would be heading out soon to start her shift there, so they were shit out of luck if they were hoping to get a little action from her.
I settled into one of the leather chairs near the stage, where I could view the rest of the room, including the table with the sexy redhead. Since she was sitting at a table with two of the club’s Ol’ Ladies, I doubted she was a hangaround. I assumed she must be a friend of Molly’s, as they looked to be close in age. She left about ten minutes later, getting hugs from everyone at the table, including Jag and King, who escorted her out the door and, presumably, to her car.
King came back inside, and he and Ella left just a few minutes later, leaving Jag and Molly alone at the table. I made my way over there, stopping at the bar to grab a bottle of beer on the way. I plopped my ass down in the chair next to Molly and scooted it a little closer, mainly to annoy the hell out of Jagger, the possessive bastard.
He and his twin brother Rome, along with their cousin Lucky, were my closest friends, the four of us having basically grown up together. At twenty-eight, I was a year older than Jag and Rome and two years older than Lucky. Now that Jag and Rome were both married, it was up to Lucky and me to share thecrown of resident pussy-hound within the club. It was a hard job, but we were up for it – no pun intended.
“You’re looking pretty as ever, babe,” I greeted Molly with a wink, then ducked as Jagger lobbed the cap from his beer bottle at my head.
“Thank you,” Molly replied with a sly grin, then propped her head on her chin to look me over. “You made quite the impression on Lauren tonight.”
Lauren, huh? The name sounded vaguely familiar, but I wasn’t sure why. Judging by the patented“teacher look” Molly was giving me – lips pursed, and one eyebrow arched – I got the feeling I was getting ready to catch some shit. She started talking again, and I realized I was right.
“Really, Trick, did you have to go at it with Melina right next to the ladies’ restroom? We want Lauren to like it here, not be traumatized by seeing…that,” Molly snipped.
Melina…fuck,thatwas her name.
“I don’t think it was the public fucking that traumatized her, Angel. I think it was the sight of Trick’s pasty, white ass.”
I scowled and flipped him off. “My ass isn’t pasty, motherfucker, it just isn’t as tan as the rest of my body.” I enjoyed outdoor workout sessions, and usually just wore a pair of gym shorts, so I had a nice tan, but yeah, my ass was a hell of a lot lighter than the rest of me. I drew the line at hearing it described as pasty, though.
“So, who is Lauren? One of your teacher friends?”
Molly had just taken a sip of her drink and shook her head as she set the glass back down on the table. “No, she’s Viking’s niece, well, great-niece, technically.”
