Page 8 of Trick's Elite

She just continued to let her gaze travel over him.

“What?” he asked again.

“Nothing.”

Trick sighed and opened his eyes. Rolling his head on the pillow and looking at her, he said, “Messer, I figured you could get some rest. It’s been a long ass day.”

She nodded, but she didn’t move to her back or look away, not ready to give up yet. The cuffs were the roadblock in her plans.

After a moment, Trick lifted his left arm, bent it, and tucked it behind his head. “If you have something to say, say it,” he said quietly.

Stella figured it was as good of a time as any and leaned forward. Pressing her lips to his, she prayed that he would give in and play along. She did a mental fist bump when he moaned and rolled into her, taking over the kiss. When his tongue caressed her bottom lip, she opened to him.

He pressed her to her back on the mattress and settled between her thighs. As he continued to devour her mouth, one of his hands slid up her side to cup her breast through the fabric of her shirt. Stella moaned into his mouth as she curled her fingers into the muscles of his strong back. Jolts of pleasure shot through her system as he thrust against her core over and over again. His fingers found her nipple and gave it a pinch, making those jolts a more constant force, stealing her breath and making her wish they were both naked.

On the next thrust, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and pulled back. When he released with a pop, she panted, “Uncuff me, Matthew.”

He kissed across her jaw and down her neck. “Why?”

“I want to touch you,” she answered, pushing her head back into the pillow to give him more access.

He chuckled against the skin of her neck, making the next thrust slower, but hitting her in the exact spot she needed. Her heart pounded harder in her chest in anticipation of finally exploring him and letting him explore her. It had been months since they first met, and the sexual chemistry had been instant, but they had mostly remained professional. She kept her sexual thoughts about him to herself, and she used them when she had been alone in her hotel room. Without a doubt, the sex would be explosive, and she couldn’t wait.

Trick gave her breast another loving caress and nipped at her neck before he rolled off her and back onto his side of the bed. “Nah. I’m good.”

Then that fucker closed his eyes like he was going to sleep.

With her clit throbbing, her panties wet, and her heart racing, Stella growled, “I hate you.”

Trick folded his arms behind his head, grinned, and replied, “Yeah. We’ve established that. Go to sleep.”

Trick

Trick took a deep breath slowly in through his nose, trying hard not to let her know how much she affected him, and instantly regretted it. The scent of her arousal had his bear thrashing and growling inside of him. It had taken every ounce of willpower he had to stop himself from ripping off her clothes and devouring her. He wanted a taste. Hell, he wanted the whole damn meal, but he couldn’t go there. Not yet. Not when he knew she was playing him.

What he didn’t know washow muchshe was playing him. He knew her reaction to his touch and his kiss were honest. He could smell just how honest they had been, but that didn’t mean she wanted him. Messer was using their sexual chemistry to get him to remove the cuffs, but would she have stayed in that bed with him? Or would she have bolted out the door?

The thought of his mate leaving him had his heart racing for a different reason, and his bear roared at the thought. He couldn’t let her go. Hecouldn’t. He was still angry at her for what happened to Rex, for what she did, but in the end, she was his mate. Trick would find a way to work through the anger and pain and build trust with her. If that meant keeping her cuffed until he knew she wouldn’t bolt, then that’s what he would do.

At least they had one thing to look forward to, because there was no way the sex between them could be bad when kissing had them both so close to climax. His erection throbbed at the memory, and Trick told it the same thing he told Messer.Go to sleep.

Not that it did any good.

An hour later, Trick opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. All he could smell was her arousal. All he could taste was her lips. And all he could think about was the sound of her panting in his ear as he made her feel good. Fuck. None of that helped the erection he wasstillsporting.

As carefully as possible, he slipped out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, while his bear pawed at the ground and demanded he go back to her. If he was going to get any sleep at all, he needed to relieve the ache. Leaning back against the closed bathroom door, he pulled his cock from his boxer briefs and gave it a stroke. Maybe it would take the edge off his desire and allow him to keep his head in the game… well, the other head.

This one was all for catching the pass and running like hell to the end zone.

Stella

Hearing Trick jack off in the bathroom was the hottest thing she had ever heard. It was proof that he wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be. His moans and grunts had her pressing her legs together. It would have been better to hear them in her ear as he was inside her, but they definitely weren’t ineffective from across the cabin.

She considered taking care of the throbbing problem between her thighs, but it wouldn’t be the same. She knew that, and it made her grumpy.

Yes, she had been using his attraction to her in an effort to get him to uncuff her, but the second he began to kiss her back, it became much more than that. If she was being honest with herself, she wasn’t sure she would have tried to bolt had he uncuffed her.

Huffing out a breath, she told herself to get her head on straight. He was a shifter. He could tear humans apart on a whim, and probably had. Shifters were aggressive, violent monsters. Trick was pretty, but a creature lived inside of him, and she couldn’t forget that.

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