Page 58 of Trick

“Did you mind?”

“Babe, you’re in my bed. Does it look like I mind?”

It’s a good point, but things aren’t exactly that straightforward. “People are gonna talk.”

“About us?” I close my eyes. “Heidi, look at me. I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. The only person I do care about is you.”

“They already think I want to steal your child. Can you imagine what they’ll think if we’re fucking?”

“Let them think whatever the fuck they want. It’s not their business.”

“I know, but?—”

He closes the gap between us, his mouth finding mine and silencing whatever argument I planned on making. It suddenly doesn’t seem that important anyway, especially when his tongue slides along the seam of my lips.

My heart flutters in my chest as his fingers thread through my hair. Every touch is reverent and needy, and my body is on fire as my pussy cries out for relief.

I almost scream when he pulls back from me, his forehead resting against mine. “Why did you stop?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

As sweet as that is, the deep ache inside me needs relief. “You won’t.” I pull him back into me, kissing him again.

This time, our mouths are unhurried as we explore each other. My fingers trail over the hard muscles of his chest and down between his legs. He grunts, jolting beneath my hand. Feeling bold, I rub him hard, and his cock stiffens with each movement.

“Fuck,” he rasps as his fingers find my pussy underneath the T-shirt I’m wearing.

“Trick…” I gasp his name, arching my body towards him to increase the pressure.

My side aches, but I ignore it, focusing on the swirling pleasure growing inside me. This is probably a bad idea considering I’m held together with nothing more than sutures, but I’m chasing the orgasm he’s building me up to.

He slips two fingers inside me as the pad of another moves over my clit. I twitch, desperate need chasing his touch.

I go over the edge, my breath lodged in my chest as my throat tightens so much, all I manage is a strangled gasp. Stars collide behind my eyes as dizziness rolls through me.

Fuck. As my orgasm pulses through me, Trick cups my breast. I whimper as he finds my nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

My back arches and I see stars again, this time not in pleasure. Pain ripples through my side, stealing my breath, and he instantly removes his hands.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I tell him, holding my side and gasping.

“No, it’s not. This was a fucking stupid idea.”

He kisses me softly, letting me know he means fucking while I’m injured is a stupid idea, not fucking full stop.

His fingers trail over the column of my throat, raising goosebumps across my skin. It’s very distracting, and I don’t want him to stop doing it.

His eyes don’t move from mine as we lie facing each other, our mouths only inches apart.

“When I’m with you, I breathe easier,” he admits.

“Me too.”

“I don’t know what that means, Heidi, but I like how it feels and I don’t want to give that up. You ground me. You make me believe I can be better.” His mouth moves to the shell of my ear, his hot breath making me shiver with anticipation. “You saved my life, Heidi.”

I’ve never been anyone’s hero, but I can’t focus on that because his nose buries into my neck before he trails kisses along the column of my throat. Each touch of his lips sets my skin on fire, and my heavy body relaxes against him, letting him take what he needs.

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