Her Trick His Treat (Cherry On Top Tales #5)

Chapter Six-Tommy

CHAPTER SIX-TOMMY

I was grinning like a fucking lunatic, but Vixen, aka Camryn couldn’t see it.

No one could.

And that made it all the better.

“Okay, sorry Del, but everyone else, you know what time it is?” she asked.

“SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!” everyone yelled.

“This is so not a good idea,” Rena complained.

I silently agreed, especially when I noticed Vixen had ordered two cocktails while avoiding looking at me.

But when Buck set a tray with shot glasses down, I noticed they were gone in ten seconds. Vixen slammed her empty on the table, glaring at me angrily before sliding out of her barstool with a little wobble.

“Where are you going?” Jan yelled over the noise.

“Bathroom,” she replied.

“Want me to come with?”

“Uh, no thanks, Mom . I can pee all alone,” she snarked back.

Feisty.

Good.

Vixen proved to have a sharp wit, her banter crackling with an electric energy as I listened in on her conversations with the others.

She was quick, clever, and unafraid to toss out playful jabs, leaving her friends in fits of laughter while keeping the atmosphere lively.

She was refreshing. A breath of fresh air in a world often saturated with the mundane.

I was used to yes women . L.A. was full of them, and everyone wanted a piece of a music producer whose penchant for picking hits was getting known.

At first, it was exciting. But it got old fast. So did many aspects of the business, which was why I was back here. On the East Coast.

Vixen was something different, though. Beyond her sass and humor, there was something else that intrigued me—something raw and enticing.

I already knew she was a dirty girl. The woman conjured a primal hunger within me.

The way she flirted with double entendres and played coy with her innuendos sent a thrill coursing through my veins.

Beneath that playful exterior lay a depth of passion just waiting to be explored.

I liked that aspect of her very much. But I was greedy. I wanted more. And I planned to find out other ways we were compatible.

She was more than just her sharp tongue and shy flirtations.

There was a mystery about her, a complexity that called to me like a siren song. I was determined to unravel it, to discover the full spectrum of who she was.

Just as soon as I finished tailing her to the bathroom.

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?—”

“My name is Tommy, but when I am wearing this, you’re gonna call Shadow Man .”

Her eyes dilated, and those goddamn cherry stained lips parted, a tiny little whimper escaping. The sound went straight to my cock.

Fuck. Yes.

She liked it. This sexy little woman was totally into the fantasy I was dying to play out with her.

My dick thumped inside my jeans, the zipper biting into my otherwise tender flesh.

“Okay, Shadow Man. What happens next?”

“What do you want to happen?”

She swallowed, and I watched her throat work, images of it doing just that as she wrapped her mouth around my cock filled my brain, and I knew I was going to have a wet spot on my jeans.

“I want you to take me home. And I want you to fuck me.”

Time stopped as I absorbed what she was saying. Then I was on her like an animal, grabbing her by the throat and walking her around to the passenger side, making sure she could feel my cock against her ass as I pulled open the door.

“From now on you do as I say, is that right?”

“Y-yes,” she murmured.

“That’s right, Vixen. YOU belong to me tonight. Say it.”

“I belong to you,” she whispered and fuck, she was breathing heavy.

I released her throat, sliding my hands down her sides, briefly cupping her soft tits, before grabbing her cheeks with both hands and grinding my cock against her ass.

“Get in. Get buckled. And keep your eyes on the road.”

“Yes, Shadow Man,” she murmured, and climbed inside.

I shut the door, walking around the front of the vehicle so she could watch me coming. I adjusted my dick before climbing inside, noting how her gaze went right to my crotch when I slid into my seat.

“Eyes on the road.”

“Yes, Shadow Man,” she breathed, and fuck, I went cross-eyed beneath the mask.

This woman was going to be the death of me.