Page 61 of Trick

I shove my jeans farther down my legs. My cock is hardening again, though I give it a couple of tugs to help. Running the tip through her sopping wetness, I peer down at her, excited by the heated, dazed look in her eyes.

“You covered?” I’m fucking praying she says yes. I want to feel every inch of her as I enter her.

She nods, and a thrill goes through me as I rub my tip through her wet heat. I want to slam into her, but I don’t want to hurt her, and when she meets my gaze, all I see is trust in her eyes. I don’t fucking deserve that from her, but I’ll take it anyway.

Slowly, I feed my cock inside her waiting channel. Her lips part as I stretch her. I’m a big guy and my cock is a lot to take, so I let her get accustomed to my size before I push deeper. Still, her back bows, trying to make room for me, and the pinch of pain in her face is masked by the heat in her eyes.

Inch by delicious inch, I push inside until I’m seated fully within her pussy. The stranglehold her insides have on me tears a groan from my lips as I take a steadying breath. My cock is moving from hard to solid once again, and I slowly pull out before pushing back in. Gripping her hips in a bruising hold, I find my rhythm. I slam into her over and over, loving the sounds she’s making.

Each stroke of my cock has me seeing stars. My balls are tight, my body ready for round two. I have never felt more turned-on than I do in this moment. I set a punishing pace, simultaneously wanting to own her completely while wrapping her in my protection.

The two warring sides of me are hard to ignore as I rotate my hips, forcing myself deeper into her body.

With no barrier between us, I feel every inch of her. My pace is not as punishing as I would like because of her injury. Despite her words, she is hurt, and I don’t want to make that worse.

Our eyes remain locked together as I fuck her. She looks wanton like this, her dress pulled up to her navel and her bare pussy on display to me.

It’s this view I have when I fire my load inside her. My hips stutter and my balls tighten before I come harder than I ever have.

Fuck me. Spots spill across my vision and sweat drips between my shoulders. The back of my neck is clammy as I collapse on top of her.

I pull back, my cock dragging out of her body, my cum coming with it. There’s something dirty and forbidden about seeing my cum drip out of her.

She doesn’t speak, her chest heaving as she gulps in air. Her skin is flushed, covered in the sheen of sweat as well, and there is a sated look in her eyes.

“You look fucking beautiful like this,” I tell her, unable to hold back. I sound like a fifteen-year-old boy, but I can’t help myself.

I pull my jeans up, tucking myself back inside them before I scoop her into my arms. She grips my neck, burying her face in my throat as I carry her upstairs.

Heidi watches me carefully as I sit her on the bathroom counter and wash between her legs.

“You okay?” I ask eventually, a little worried by her silence.

She nods, giving me a smile. “I’m good,” she assures me, and I dip my head to kiss her.

Her movements seem more tentative than they had earlier, and I like this sweet side of her just as much as the passionate, fiery Heidi I saw before. Her hands cup the sides of my face, scraping over my beard before resting on my nape.

When we part, we’re breathless, and my chest feels as if I’ve run a marathon.

I lift her off the counter, gripping her fingers in mine, and lead her into the bedroom. I undress as she slips under the covers, and when I climb in, I pull her against me, her back pressed to my chest as I nuzzle her throat.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask her softly.

She nods, nuzzling deeper against my side. “I didn’t think I would ever find happiness again, Trick, but you’ve given that to me.”

I didn’t think my heart worked anymore, but her words cause a thud in my chest.

Two broken souls, joined together by our own personal demons, and yet somehow, we fit together. No one knows how our relationship has evolved, and I know there will be judgement, but this is not their life to live. And this is preferable to either of us drowning in our misery as we were.

“You make me happy too,” I say.

I press a kiss into her hair and then let myself drift off. For the first time in a long time, I don’t dream about my daughter dying or my wife.

CHAPTER 18

HEIDI

The last thing I want to go to is a baby shower, but I’m making strides with the girls and missing this will set things back. Trick casts glances in my direction as he drives us to the clubhouse, and I know he wants to ask questions, but he holds his tongue. I don’t like that I’m worrying him, but there is nothing I can say to make him feel better about the situation. This will be difficult for me, but taking control like this helps me to feel empowered.

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