Page 8 of Trick
I’d only been back in Indy for four months,but it hadn’t taken long to settle in and start making friends with some of the women associated with the club. Abby and Molly were married to Rome and Jagger respectively, twin brothers who were the sons of Ella’s husband King. King was the current club president, as well as being Sinner’s son. The entire Morgan family had all been incredibly welcoming, and I was enjoying my new life – especially since it no longer included Beau the Bastard.
As I curled up in the overstuffed chair in the corner with my e-reader, my cat, Elvis – so named for the scar on his lip that caused it to pull up on one side, like Elvis Presley’s famous lip curl – jumped up on my lap. After spending a few minutes with me giving him the cuddles and belly scratches he demanded, he jumped back down, deeming me unworthy of any further attention. He was a fickle beast, but I adored him.
My stomach growled later that evening, alerting me to the fact that it was after seven o’clock. I placed my e-reader onthe table next to me, then stood and stretched my back to relieve the slight stiffness that had developed from sitting in one spot to read for the past few hours. I headed into the kitchen and filled Elvis’s bowls with food and fresh water. After studying the meager choices available in the refrigerator, I warmed up some leftovers from the night before, when I’d ordered dinner from the Chinese restaurant a few blocks away. I wasn’t much of a cook, to put it mildly, but I could reheat things in the microwave like a pro. Most of the time, anyway.
There had been that unfortunate incident last month with a chocolate Pop-Tart that I’d accidentally put in for thirtyminutes, instead of thirty seconds. I didn’t own a toaster and figured the microwave would work just as well to heat it. I’d gotten distracted by a phone call right then and hadn’t realized my mistake until I’d heard a loud pop a few minutes later as the damned thing had exploded. Acrid, black smoke had rolled out of the microwave as soon as I’d opened the door, which had then set off the smoke detector. The duplex had smelled vaguely of burning tires for two days afterward, which didn’t say much for whatever chocolate Pop-Tarts were made of.
Luckily, I was able to warm up my dinner tonight without any problems, before settling in to finish the last few chapters of the book. By the time I slid into bed, my head was filled with the story, except in my mind, Ryder, the hero of the book, had been replaced by a man with very nice, albeit pale, buns of steel. I hadn’t seen Trick’s face, but if he looked nearly as good from the front as he did from the back, it might be worth the risk to get to know him.
I groaned and rolled over, sternly reminding myself that no matter how sexy the man was, he was no good for me. “He probably wouldn’t even ask my name before pulling his dick outof his pants and would forget my existence by the time he zipped up again,” I grumbled into the darkness.
Chapter 3
Trick/Jase
Sunday morning, I was finishing my protein smoothie as I watched various club brothers stumbling into the common room. Church would be starting in twenty minutes, and based on their bleary eyes, copious amounts of caffeine would be needed to make some of them feel human enough to get through the meeting. Joker and Skid, in particular, were looking rough as hell. That may be due to the woman they’d taken up to Joker’s room last night. She was a screamer, and they’d gone at it for hours. My room was two doors down from his, and I’d contemplated kicking all three of them out of the clubhouse somewhere around three o’clock this morning, just so I could get some sleep.
“Prospect, my niece left her sunglasses in my room when she was here Friday. She’s in Sinner’s rental house over on Rush Street. Head over there when you’re finished and drop ‘em off to her,” Viking ordered gruffly as he slowly shuffled over to the coffee pot. He was moving around a little better, but his back was still not completely healed judging by the way he stooped over slightly.
“Prez has me doing some painting for Ella at their new house today, but I can do it later tonight,” Tony answered.
“I can swing by her place after Church, since I’m heading to the gym anyway,” I told Viking, who narrowed his eyes as he looked at me.
“Since when are you so fuckin’ helpful? You tryin’ to sniff around my niece, shitstain?”
“I’ve never even met the woman, old man,” I scoffed. Technically, I wasn’t lying. “It’s not a big deal. I have to drive right past her neighborhood on the way, and that way she has them if she goes anywhere today. It’s gonna be sunny as hell out there.”
“Fine, but you keep your eyes to your fuckin’ self or I’ll scoop ‘em out with a rusty spoon,” he scowled.
Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. My eyes were going to be all over her, and if I played my cards right, I wouldn’t be keeping my hands to myself either. Still, I needed to play it cool in front of the old man.
“Why would I want to look at her? She probably looks like you, but with tits.” I gave a fake shiver as Viking scowled even more. No way in hell was I going to admit that I’d already had a good look at her and liked what I saw.
Joker choked on his coffee and glared at me as Skid pounded him on the back. “Shit, man, I didn’t need that image in my head. That’s just nasty as hell.” I grinned at Joker, then saluted him with my glass as I lifted it to swallow the last few drops of my smoothie.
Church didn’t last long today, with just routine reports about the various club-owned businesses. Luckily, we hadn’t had any more issues with T-Bone, the former street gang member who’d been plaguing our territory by dealing drugs in our bar and strip club. Of course, he was probably hiding out somewhere trying to stay under the radar after killing Pic and Star. It stillpissed me off that Pic, once a valued club brother, had turned on us and gone rogue, partnering with T-Bone and taking Star – a club bunny – down with him.
My stomach growled as I left the clubhouse, reminding me that it was almost lunchtime. I debated stopping for a bite to eat, but my eagerness to see Lauren won out. I jumped on my new pride and joy – my Harley Dyna Wide Glide, chosen to better accommodate my long legs – and headed toward the rental that Lauren was staying at. I’d been a frequent visitor there during the months Rome had lived there after Abby divorced him, so I was very familiar with the place.
I glided to a stop in the driveway, parking my bike in front of the garage door. I dismounted, took off my helmet and hung it on my handlebars, and then strode up to the front door.
I rang the doorbell and reached for her sunglasses which were tucked away in the inside pocket of my cut, pulling them out just as the door opened to reveal a redheaded goddess. From her fiery curls to her startling green eyes, to her lush cupid’s bow lips, and creamy white skin…she was perfection.
My gaze – luckily hidden behind my own sunglasses – skimmed over her body and lingered briefly on a pair of tits that strained against her pale purple shirt in a way that was guaranteed to bring a man to his knees, before sliding down to take in her trim waist that flared out over the curve of her hips. It was the sight of her legs though – impossibly long in a pair of black shorts – that made my cock twitch behind my zipper. I could almost feel those thighs wrapped around my waist as I pounded into her. My eyes drifted down over her toned calves and came to rest on her bare feet with toenails painted a dark red that matched her fingertips, before shooting back up to her face as she pointedly cleared her throat.
“Trick, I presume?” Ah, fuck me. There it was. That sultry, sexy, throaty purr that had distracted me mid-fuck on Friday night. My cock twitched again, and I slowly reached up to remove my sunglasses as I flashed her a confident smile and one of my patented flirty winks.
“You know who I am, darlin’?” I asked, pleased that she’d recognized me.
She snickered, then bit her lip, trying to hide her amusement. “Well, we haven’tformallymet”, she said with a smirk, “but my uncle called to let me know you were coming. I told him I could stop by the clubhouse to pick up my sunglasses sometime this week, but he insisted on having someone drop them off.”
She held out her hand for them, and I made it a point to drag my fingertip over the delicate skin of her wrist as I placed them in her palm. A tingle of awareness shot up my arm at the feel of her soft skin.
She didn’t even bat an eyelash at the contact.
Undeterred, I stepped closer, resting my forearm on the door frame as I leaned into her and gave her another wink. “I was happy to do it, babe. Why don’t you invite me in so we can get to know each other a little bit?” My lips stretched into a seductive smile, already anticipating what would happen next.
I was wrong. So. Fucking. Wrong.
