Page 36 of Trick

I wonder how they would feel in my mouth.

“What are you doing?” she demands, and I slide my gaze up to her face as she drops to her haunches in front of me.

“Needed a piss.”

She scowls. “You didn’t think to ask for help?”

“I didn’t think I needed it.”

The eye roll is so fucking bratty that my cock gives a little twitch in my jeans. “The stubbornness of bikers…”

Grabbing my arm, she pulls it around her shoulders.

“What are you doing?”

Her glare says more than words can. She’s had enough of my shit, and for some reason, that makes me smirk.

“What am I doing?” Her voice is pitched a little higher than usual. “I’m helping you up, that’s what I’m doing. Unless you’d rather stay on the floor for the rest of the day.”

She’s fucking adorable when she’s spitting fire, but there’s no way in fuck I’m letting her help me off the floor. Heidi is a small woman, and I’m not a small guy.

“You’re going to get hurt,” I say even as she continues to manoeuvre under my armpit.

Unless she’s secretly weightlifting in her spare time, she’s going to struggle to lift me.

Blowing her hair out of her face, Heidi stops what she’s doing to fix me with a scowl that would incinerate anyone in the path of it.

“Since I’m the only person you have here, I don’t really see any other choice, Trick.”

Without giving me any further chance to argue, her arm wraps around my back, her shoulder notching under my armpit as she hoists me up.

I don’t want to put too much weight on her, but inevitably, I can’t do shit about it. My legs are not functioning as they should be, and my entire body feels wrung out.

Somehow, she gets me upright, grunting up the weight.

“Are you okay?” she asks from somewhere under my arm.

“Can we just get this over with?” I grind out. I’m going to pass out if I don’t lie down soon.

Her soft hands grip my arms, and she seems so tiny against my huge frame. Those protective urges I have for my daughter are starting to emerge around Heidi too. I want to keep her safe in the same way, protect her from whatever demons she’s battling and any new ones that might come along.

I grit my teeth as we make our way back toward the bedroom. Every step is awkward and has me seeing stars. By the time I reach the bed, sweat is trickling down my back.

I resist the urge to flop onto the mattress like a wet fish, instead letting Heidi lower me down. As soon as my arse hits something solid, my legs are lifted into the bed and covers are pulled around me.

“You missed your calling.”

“Playing nursemaid to a frustrating man is my calling?” Her brow arches. “Lucky me.”

I snort. “You say that like you’re not the most stubborn fucking woman on the planet.”

She stops fussing with the duvet to glare at me. “How am I stubborn?”

“Oh, babe, trust me, you don’t want me to answer that.”

Babe… that little endearment slips out again like it’s the most natural thing for me to call her.

It doesn’t soften her expression. That remains murderous. “No, really, do tell.”

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