Page 18 of Her Trick His Treat

I couldn’t resist the urge to follow behind her.

The prospect of being in such close proximity to her, even in a less-than-romantic setting, felt exhilarating.

Goddamn. Watching her walk is my new favorite obsession.

My sweet Vixen had the curviest ass I’d ever seen. That fucking miniskirt should be illegal. I couldn’t wait to take it off her and burn it.

Yes, I realized I was being an asshole since it was that damn outfit that had made me notice her to begin with. Feeling covetous about someone was new and a touch alarming, but I was determined to just go with it at this point.

Some fucker moved to follow behind her, but I just clapped a hand on his shoulder and yanked him to the side. I must have used a little too much force cause he slammed right into the wall and slid to the floor.

Ouch. That looked like it hurt.

Vixen, or should I say Camryn, was oblivious to the goings ons behind her as she teetered on her high heels and found the restroom with a little more effort that I assumed was normal.

As she slipped through the door to the ladies’ room. I wanted to follow her inside, but I managed to control myself. Barely.

My posture was casual as I leaned against the wall. But my heart raced with anticipation. Nope. I couldn’t wait any longer.

I counted to four before going in after her.

“Hey!” she yelled, flushing the toilet and pulling her skirt down to almost cover her sweet pussy.

But I’d already seen it.

Touched it.

Tasted it.

But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly. I wanted more.

“You wash your hands yet?”

“What? I was just about to,” she mumbled, but I was already turning the water on for her and dragged her over to the sink.

Camryn washed her hands like a good little girl, and fuck, my dick was so damn hard one more second and it was going to punch a hole right through the denim.

“Dry them,” I instructed, and handed her a paper towel.

“Where are we going?” she asked when I wrapped my hand around her wrist and pulled her out the door.

The bar was too fucking crowded. She was a little more than buzzed. And whatever primal instinct this was making me act like a caveman, well, it wasn’t getting any better.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Sonny asked, looking at me like I lost my mind.

“She’s tired. I’m taking her home,” I said, ignoring the squeak coming from behind me.

“Uh, Camryn is that okay?” Sonny asked, and I appreciated that, but it was unnecessary.

“Yep. I asked him for a ride,” she said, and fuck, was she blushing?

I don’t know why she said that, backing up my story even if it was the truth in a roundabout way. She had asked me for a ride before. Just not the kind involving a car, which was where I was leading her to right now.

“Is your name really Tommy?” she asked when I stopped next to my gunmetal black BMW.

“Yeah. Yours Camryn?”

“Yeah,” she replied, biting her lip. “You, uh, don’t have to?—”

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