Tempting Tricks (Tempting Nights #2)

Chapter Fifteen

~Annabelle~

P atrick’s body collapses on top of mine, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, both of us breathing heavily. I weave my fingers through his hair, feeling heat pulsate up from his scalp, and plant a kiss on his shoulder. I lick my lips, wet after kissing him, and taste blood. My eyes fly to his shoulder, and I see blood oozing from several punctures that my bite left.

“Oh my God!” My hand flies up to cover my mouth, Patrick rising up on his knees in alarm.

“What?” His eyes are wide, scanning my body. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head, lowering my hand from my mouth to point to his shoulder. “I hurt you .”

He glances down to his shoulder and then back at me, brows furrowed. “That?” He lifts his shoulder, glancing down at it again. “That’s a fucking love bite.” He lowers himself, rolling next to me, propping his head up on his elbow. “Meaning, I love that you bit me.” He traces a finger over the bite mark, smearing some of the blood. “It felt fucking incredible.”

I stare back at him, speechless. He likes the pain. He apparently likes a little blood, too. But who am I kidding? So do I. I came undone the minute he bit down on my nipple. How could I not know this about myself? How could I be thirty-one years old and not know what turns me on sexually?

“What are you thinking?” He swipes his fingers across my forehead, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear. “I can see your mind is going a million miles an hour.”

“How did you know?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “How did you know that I would like the pain?”

“I didn’t.” He leans over, placing a tender kiss against my lips. “Not until you came to the club that night, when you let me spank you.” He moves his lips lower and wraps them around my nipple, sucking gently, swiping his tongue over the tip when it peaks. “The way you responded. You weren’t scared. You were excited, and you were so wet.”

He blows against my nipple and I moan. “Stop. You’re turning me on again.”

He peers up at me, a devilish grin on his face. “Then I’ll have to fuck you again.”

My pussy actually contracts at his warning, shocking me. I’ve never had sex more than once in a night. It was all I could do to get through one time with my past partners, pretending it was great, pretending I came. Finishing myself off in the bathroom when they were done so I wouldn’t hurt their feelings. And now, I’m ready to let him do whatever he wants to me, again. After only ten minutes.

He interrupts my thoughts, continuing to speak. “I wanted to fuck you so bad that night, especially when I realized it was you.”

This gets my attention. I roll onto my side so I can look at him. “How did you know it was me? How? I was in complete disguise, right down to my eyes.”

He chuckles, rising suddenly, moving toward the end of the bed. I admire his ass as he walks away, my gaze trailing up his back, my heart stuttering when I see the scratches I’ve left behind. He’s turned me into some kind of animal . He leans his knees against the end of the bed, slides a hand under my foot, and lifts it, turning it so my ankle is facing up. He swipes his thumb over my tattoo then shoots his gaze up to mine. “Do you know how many times I looked at this tattoo when we were in your office as you crossed and uncrossed your legs in front of me, teasing me?” He bends and places a kiss over the ink. “So, when I pulled your boot off, I knew, instantly, that it was you.”

I shake my head. My tattoo. It didn’t even occur to me to hide it. I watch as he traces a finger around it, flashing his eyes back up to mine. “What’s it mean?”

I laugh, remembering I had to tell him just moments ago about Beauty and the Beast . “It’s the rose from the story my mom used to read to me.”

He looks down at the flower and then back up at me, his expression blank.

“Do you seriously mean to tell me that you’ve never seen Beauty and the Beast , or at least heard the fairy tale? ”

He shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders. “What can I say? I’m a guy’s guy. I don’t watch girly shit.”

I roll my eyes. “We’re going to have to change that. It’s a classic.”

He lowers my foot and sits on the bed, his expression changing to one more serious. “Why did you come to the club that night?”

I sit up, shifting around until I’ve loosened enough covers on the bed to pull some around me. I grimace when I realize I’ve wrapped most of the wet spot against my back, and drop the blanket.

Patrick gets up and yanks open a drawer on his dresser, then turns, handing me a gray t-shirt. “Here.”

I take it gratefully, sliding it over my body, the soft material providing a thin layer of comfort. He reaches into another drawer, pulls on a pair of shorts, then comes to sit back beside me. “So?”

I sigh. “The club?”

He nods. “Was it to spy on me?”

My lips curve as I frown. “No, of course not.” I pluck at a loose thread on the bottom seam of the t-shirt. “I was just curious.”

“About me?” he pushes.

“No.” I shrug. “And yes.” I look up at him. “I wanted to understand how causing yourself so much pain could bring any pleasure whatsoever. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. It didn’t make sense to me. I just saw you bleeding and couldn’t imagine what was done to leave you like that, and that it actually made you feel better.”

“And now?” He looks down at the bite mark I left on his shoulder then back at me. “Now what do you think? ”

“I’m scared,” I admit, my focus shifting back to that loose thread.

“Are you scared of me?” he asks, concern edging his voice.

I shake my head. “No.” I meet his gaze. “I liked what you did to me. How it felt when you spanked me. How it felt when you bit my nipple a few minutes ago. I’m scared because I’ve never felt like this before and because I want more. And, Patrick, I’ve never wanted more.”

“Does that have to be a bad thing?” He tilts his head, eyes crinkling as he squints at me.

“I know I could never hurt you, and I know, right now, that’s what you think you need.”

“How do you know you can’t give me what I need?” He tosses a hand in the air. “Two weeks ago, you didn’t even know you liked to be spanked.”

“You’re right.” I nod in agreement. “But I realized something today, and it’s the reason I came to see you.”

He grins. “I thought we already established why you came to see me.”

I feel my face flush with heat, and I smile back at him, not denying that what just happened was amazing. I’m about to speak when barking sounds from the other side of the door.

“Shit.” Patrick stands and strides to the door, opening it to find Kane standing on the other side, a fresh puddle of piss next to him. “Sorry, buddy.” He reaches down, swiping the puppy up, and carries him with him as he leaves the room.

I climb down from the bed, find my panties, and slide them on under the shirt. Thankfully, because Patrick is so much taller than me, the shirt falls almost to my knees, essentially acting as a dress. By the time I get to the doorway, Patrick’s back with paper towels and Lysol, bending down on his knees to wipe up Kane’s accident. One side of his mouth dips down as he sprays the floor clean. “It’s like having a god damn baby. Constantly feeding him, taking him to the bathroom, listening to him whine all fucking night. I’m going to get even with Charlie for this.”

I notice Kane sits one foot away from Patrick, head between his paws, ears back, and so adorably guilty that I have to laugh. “How can you be mad at that?” I point to the puppy.

He turns to look at him, his features softening. “I’m not mad at him. I’m mad at Charlie. She’s the one who dumped him on me.”

I step over the mess and stoop in front of Kane, scooping him up in my arms. “He’ll get better.” I kiss him on his furry head and talk down at him. “Right, Kane?”

Patrick stands, a lopsided grin on his face as he rolls his eyes at me. “I have to feed him.” The words are no sooner out of his mouth, when a loud grumble sounds from my stomach, Kane and Patrick both swinging their gazes to me. “And, I guess I need to feed you, too.” He laughs.

He feeds the puppy while I use the bathroom to clean myself up. I honestly need a shower but do the best I can with a wash cloth I find in the cabinet and his man-scented body wash. He trades places with me, entering the bathroom when I’m done, and I keep an eye on Kane as he finishes his dinner. I walk over to the bar and find more than a dozen take-out menus lying there. I smile at his thoughtfulness and thumb through my choices.

He emerges a few minutes later, looking fresher and smelling delicious when he leans over me at the bar to place a kiss on my head. “Decide on anything?”

“I’d really love a pizza with the works.” I look over my shoulder to find him beaming down at me in approval. “And wine. I could really use a glass of wine.”

“A girl after my own heart, and wine I can do.” He walks over to the fridge and pulls it open. “But, for now, do you want a beer? Or water?”

“Water, please.”

He hands me a water and grabs a beer for himself, twisting the cap off before taking a hearty slug. “Can you call the pizza order in?” He points to the number on the menu. “Just tell them it’s for Trick. They’ll know where to deliver it.”

I nod, taking a sip of my water, and answer. “Uh-huh.”

“Cool, ‘cause I kinda broke my phone.” He grins widely. “I need to take this little guy outside for a minute, and I’ll grab your wine, too. Red or White?”

“White. Anything but chardonnay.”

He strolls into the bedroom, coming out wearing a fitted white t-shirt over a pair of sweats and sneakers. He attaches a leash to Kane, then scoops him up. “I’ll be back in just a few minutes. Make yourself at home.”

I find my purse over by the couch and sift through it until I find my phone. I place the order for the pizza then move to the couch and plop down. I fish through the remotes, trying a few to turn on the television, but it’s hopeless. I toss my last attempt back on the table, and mutter out loud. “Where’s Alexa when you need her?”

I almost piss my pants when an electronic voice speaks back. “I’m here. What can I help you with? ”

I laugh out loud. “Alexa, turn on the T.V.” I command.

“With pleasure.” The television comes to life, the history channel logo displayed in the lower righthand corner. “Would you like me to change the channel?”

“Alexa, please turn the channel to CMT.” I have no idea if Patrick has the channel, or if he likes country music, but the videos are always great if they’re playing. I wait a second and smile when Keith Urban’s face pops on the screen, his voice crooning how blue looks good on the sky.

A second later, the door swings open, and I grin, happy he’s back so soon. I bounce up from the couch, turning, my gaze locking onto one as surprised as mine. It’s the woman Patrick had his arm around standing in line at the ball. The same gorgeous woman, with long black hair, dressed in a sexy black dress and strappy heels, holding a bottle of tequila in one hand, her other on her jutted hip, smirking at me. “Well, what do we have here?”