Page 16 of Her Trick His Treat

Oh my God. You did not just text that to me.

Tsk. Are you telling me you’re shy now, too? Where is that wild girl who dragged me into a dark room and let me have my way with her? The one who creamed all over my mouth, letting me feast on her sweet juices?

I gasped, a sharp intake of breath that caught me off guard.

“You okay?” Jan asked.

“Mm hmm,” I nodded, and her attention went back to the others.

Thank fuck.

My mind was all awhirl with questions.

How was Shadow Man doing this?

He seemed to know me. To know what I craved in my deepest, darkest fantasies.

He was peeling back my layers, and we had barely met.

Okay, normally I didn’t engage in oral sex with strangers, but even so. That was hardly an explanation for the way he seemed to see straight into my soul, revealing desires I had barely dared to acknowledge myself.

A loner at heart, I was used to keeping my guard up. Keeping all that passion I had hidden behind walls that I’d carefully constructed over the years was second nature to me now that I’d hit thirty.

But this man. He effortlessly dismantled them with hardly a touch.

Okay. You let him stick his tongue in your vagina like ten seconds after saying hello. It was more than a touch,my inner voice snarked, and I huffed a breath.

My phone buzzed again, alerting me of another incoming text, and I looked down to read it.

Don’t look so lost, Vixen. I promise I am not going anywhere. You and me are just getting started.

Oh, this was not good. Alarm bells were going off inside my head.

Myseven minutes in heaven with Shadow Manwere now becoming stalker territory. I closed my eyes and dropped my head, following behind Jan until I ran into her back once she stopped.

Look up, Little Girl.

I did and came face to face with him, the same guy I’d let eat me out minutes ago, and he was standing near the group of people Jan was currently introducing me to.

I wracked my brain, but as far as I knew all of Jan’s friends were married.

Oh God, no.

Was this someone’s husband? Was it my cousin’s?

No. No. Please no.

Horror and humiliation filled me, along with a healthy dose of anger, and it was all directed at him.

If this fucker used me to cheat on one of the women here, I was going to choke him with that fucking mask.

“Everyone, this is my cousin Camryn, and Cam this is everyone. Del and her husband, Sonny. You remember Rena, and this is her hubby, Jeremy. And this big sexy guy is Tommy, my husband?—”

“Oh no,” I murmured.

“—husband’s friend from college. That’s my guy, David aka Buck, right behind the bar,” she ended, pointing at the bartender who waved, and I slumped in relief.

Okay, so I was a slut, but I wasn’t a home wrecker.

---