Tempting Tricks (Tempting Nights #2)

Chapter Twenty-Four

~Trick~

I ’m at the club, on my fourth tumbler of Booker’s, and it’s finally starting to numb some of the fucking ache in my chest. They weren’t kidding when they said love sucks. It has certainly kicked me in the god damn balls today. I’m positive Belle feels the same as me, but fear is keeping her from moving forward. Or maybe, maybe I just pushed too hard, too much, and way too soon.

I take another swig from the glass, my eyes scanning the room. I didn’t come here because I’m interested in fucking someone else, or because I want to forget everything in a beating. I came here because it’s the one place I know won’t smell like her. After our argument, I went home with Kane, and the minute I stepped into my apartment, all I could smell was that damn Burberry perfume. It was on my couch, my sheets, even my damn shirt.

This place is safe, the last place I know I’ll ever have to worry about running into her. I lift the tumbler and drain the rest of the glass, signaling the waitress as she strides by. She knows I want the same, so she just nods and lifts a finger to let me know she’ll be right back. And she is. Within five minutes, I have another drink in front of me. As I raise it to my lips, Samantha walks into my line of sight and sinks into the seat across from me.

“Hey, Trick.” She places the wine in her hand on the table between us, her dark red nails clicking against the glass. “You need something tonight?”

“Nope.” I swish the amber liquid in the tumbler around then take another swig. “All set.”

“I bet I can make you feel a whole lot better than what’s in that glass,” she coaxes, reaching forward, covering my hand with hers, sinking her nails into my skin.

I snarl as I tear my hand out from under hers. “I said no.”

She stands, sneering down at me. “You don’t have to be a dick about it.” Then she stalks away.

“Fuck you,” I mutter under my breath, swigging more of my drink. My phone pings, and I turn it over to look at it, my heart ceasing its natural beat for several seconds before it starts racing. I read the text again, making sure the bourbon isn’t playing tricks on me.

-I know what I want. xo Belle

I shove the chair back I rise abruptly. I pull a hundred out of my pocket, toss it on the table, and leave the club. I hail a cab, which takes ten fucking minutes longer than I want because it’s seven o’clock on a Saturday night, but finally climb in and give the driver the address.

Twenty minutes later, I knock on her door, hoping like hell I’m doing the right thing by coming over here. The door swings open to a petite blonde with pink streaks in her hair laughing, a glass of wine in her hand. When her eyes land on me, her smile widens. “Well, you sure aren’t the Chinese delivery unless they’ve upgraded.” She giggles and holds up a finger.

“Oh, Annabelle!” she yells loudly. “Delivery for you.” Then she turns back to me and crooks her finger for me to come in. “Patrick, I presume?”

I nod, my gaze swinging to the living room where another woman is rising up off the floor. She gives me a little wave when she notices I’m gawking at her.

“I’m interrupting,” I stammer, not even considering Belle might have company over before I decided to just storm over here.

“Nope!” the blonde chirps. “We were just leaving.” She swings her head to the other girl. “Weren’t we, Krystal?”

“Yep!” she responds, both of them clearly leaving for my benefit.

“Don’t go.” I put my hands up to try to stop them, my head swiveling up just as Belle comes around the corner from the hallway, her wallet in her hand. As soon as her eyes lock onto me, her mouth drops open.

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out before she can say anything. “I didn’t realize you had friends over.”

The little blonde cuts in again. “And we were just leaving.” She waltzes over to Belle, whispers something in her ear, then pecks her on the cheek. “Come on, Krystal,” she calls out to her friend, who’s now standing beside me, pulling a sweatshirt over her head.

She snags Krystal’s hand when she walks by, pulling her out the door, and winks at me as she does, whispering loudly, “Go get her!”

I chuff, surprised at her spunk, then spin my head back to Belle, who’s now moved so that she’s only a few feet away from me. I step completely inside the apartment and let the door close behind me. “I got your text.”

“You didn’t respond,” she murmurs.

I shrug and take another step closer. “This is my response.”

“Well, that’s one way I guess.” A small smile pulls at her lips.

“You said you know what you want,” I state.

She takes another step closer, now only a few inches from me. “Yes.”

“Tell me,” I urge.

“You.”

Before the word even reaches my ears, I yank her to me and slam my mouth over hers. Her hands wrap around my neck, grasping onto the nape of my neck, her body arching into mine. I cradle her face in my hands, consuming her, swiping my tongue across her lips, licking the inside of her mouth when she opens. She moans then mumbles against my lips, “You taste like whiskey.”

“Bourbon.” I chuckle, nipping her lip, sucking on it gently before sweeping my tongue back inside her mouth and sealing mine over hers. I continue to devour her, imprisoning her in my grasp, wanting to keep every inch of her against me.

She tears away from my mouth and nuzzles her head into the crook of my neck. “I’m sorry.” She breathes against my skin, her grip around my neck cinching tighter. “I want you. I want us. All of it. I’m just so scared by how fast it’s happening.”

“Time doesn’t matter, Belle.” I squeeze her back. “Only what we feel. We’ll figure it out as we go.” I twist my head and brush my lips back against hers, my eyes locking onto hers. “I love you.”

She gazes back at me, her ice blue eyes seeming to see all the way down to my soul, her lips curling up into a smile. “I love you, too, Patrick.”

I crush my lips back over hers, claiming her once and for all as mine. I slide my arms under her legs, scoop her up, and begin walking to her bedroom. A knock on the door stops me in my tracks. We tear our lips apart and both look at the door. She looks back at me and starts laughing. “It’s the Chinese. We ordered before you arrived.”

Chuckling, I set her down. “That’s the worse timing ever.”

I stroll over to open the door and take the food from the guy. “Fifty-eight bucks, man.”

Looking over my shoulder at Belle, I laugh and hold up the food. “Guess you girls were hungry?”

She comes over and takes it from me, giggling. “Three girls drinking wine. We like snacks.”

I hand the guy a hundred, tell him to keep the change, and slam the door as his jaw falls slack. Then I’m lunging for Belle. I throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the bedroom to consummate our love.

I check my watch as I ride up in the elevator to the twenty-third floor, cursing myself for being late. Her last appointment ended at eight, and it’s now twenty after. I spent the morning at the hospital visiting Charlie, who gave birth to an absolutely beautiful seven-pound, six-ounce baby girl with a head full of chestnut colored hair. Trey was literally beaming with pride, so proud of both of his girls.

My afternoon was spent arranging for a packing and moving company for Belle, who agreed to move in with me. It’s was happening in two weeks. We’ve officially been dating a little over two months and haven’t spent one night apart since she told me she loved me. We have only grown closer, happier, and more content over that time. Nyla and Kane, not so much. But we are making it work, and I know, with time, they’ll learn to live with each other.

I met up with Ben Sapphire at five-thirty to box and then went to a support meeting above the gym. Belle was right. It’s helping. A lot. Ben has been instrumental in helping me to realize better, healthier ways to deal with my losses, my pain, and especially my guilt. Some days are still hard, but there are more good days than bad now. I couldn’t get a damn taxi to save my life after the meeting, so I ended up taking the subway, and subsequently, am now late. I texted her to let her know, but I still hate to keep her waiting.

The elevator pings to a stop, the doors sliding open, and I stroll out, striding down to her office. I knock on the door once and enter. Her face lights up with a smile when she looks up from her desk .

“Hey, beautiful.” I walk over and drop a kiss on her lips, leaning over the desk. “Sorry I’m late.”

“No worries.” She stands and walks around the desk. “How was the meeting?”

“Good.” I pull her against me and brush another kiss over her lips, then look around the office. “I haven’t been here in a long time.”

“I know.” She smiles coyly at me, striding away from me. At the door, she turns the lock before spinning back around to me. “I thought we could have a private session.”

My cock springs to life under my jeans. My brow quirks up. “What’d you have in mind?”

She saunters back over to me, unbuttoning her blouse one leisurely button at a time, and stops when she’s a foot in front of me. She swipes her tongue across her lips then yanks her shirt apart, her eyes locking onto mine.

“Holy fuck.” I take a step forward, my fingers trailing over her chest. She’s wearing a silver chain around her neck that drapes down between her breasts then wraps around her waist. But it’s the two connecting chains that have my attention. They fall from the center chain, each one clipped to her nipples, which are red and swollen, protruding through the clip.

My dick is instantly hard. “You wore it.” I gave it to her a week ago, keeping my promise to keep giving her ‘more’ but this is the first time she’s worn it. She was so curious about how my nipple ring felt; I thought this would help her to experience it. I look up at her, wrap the center of the chain around two of my fingers, and tug, a low moan falling from her lips. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

I slide an arm around her waist and yank her up against me, thrusting my cock against her center as I walk her backwards. “I always wanted to fuck you on this desk.”

She slams her mouth against mine, fisting my shirt at my waist, shimmying it up over my chest, tearing her lips off mine to pull it over my head. Her mouth surges forward, this time clamping onto my nipple, sucking hard, my cock swelling as she does. I reach between us and pull down on the chain, resulting in her teeth clamping onto my nipple, hard, as she whimpers. I lift her and shove her back on her desk then reach for the button of my jeans, flicking it open, then push them down my thighs.

My cock juts out between us, and I grin when I see her eyes lock onto it, her tongue swiping her lips again. I shake my head and step forward. “Uh-uh.” I grip the bottom of her skirt and shove it up her legs, her ass lifting off the desk when I haul it up to her hips. “The only place my cock is getting buried is in your pussy.”

She gasps as I grip her thong and rip it off her, stepping between her legs. I bend and suck one of her sensitive buds into my mouth, a yelp coming from her, her nails scratching into my back. I know how much it hurts, but I also know it’s what she craves. I take my fingers and skim over her pussy, groaning when I feel how soaked she is.

When I let go of her nipple with a pop, she lets out another cry, her body shaking beneath me. I grip my cock in my hand, slam my mouth over her open one, then shove myself inside of her in one stroke. Her back bows up off the desk, her core thrusting against me, her muscles clenching around me, so wet and so hot.

I buck my hips forward, slipping one hand behind her back to hold her in place, and slide my cock in as deep as I can. She falls back on the desk, moaning, her fingers clenched along the edge as I begin to heave back and forth inside her. I reach down and slide my fingers under the center of the chain and tug it toward me, pulling both of her nipples, stretching them tight. She tosses her head back and forth across the desk, her mouth open in a silent scream, her pussy pulsing around my cock.

I release the chain to grip her hips, surging even deeper inside of her, her orgasm triggering mine. Her name leaves me in a roar as I come, my release exploding inside of her. I loosen the hold I have on her hips and slide my hands under her back to lift her against me, our breaths both coming out in short gasps.

“That was fucking incredible,” I pant out, peppering kisses against her neck.

“I should have let you do that two months ago,” she says, both of us breaking out in laughter.

I slide out of her, pulling up my pants, and shove my cock inside before buttoning them up. “Hold on. I’ll get you a towel.” I walk into her bathroom and grab a fresh towel out from under the sink and bring it out to her. She wipes herself then I help her off the desk.

She looks down at her chest, frowning. “I’m kind of afraid to take these off.” She raises her eyes to mine. “Is it going to hurt?”

I grimace, not wanting to lie, and nod. “Yep.” I shake my head. “I should have taken them off earlier, when I was inside you. It would have all blurred together then. Sorry.”

“Okay, just do it then.” She leans back against the desk, thrusting her chest out to me, trusting me to take care of her.

I slide the closures for the clips down and release each of her nipples, one at a time. I palm a breast in each of my hands and caress them, bringing the blood circulation back to each nipple. She clenches her teeth, her body wriggling underneath me. “Yep, it hurts,” she hisses out.

“I’m sorry.” I bend down and put one of her nipples in my mouth, swiping my tongue back and forth gently, hoping to ease the pain a little.

She lets out a whimper. “That’s actually turning me on.”

I let go of her nipple and peer up at her. “Do you want me to stop?”

She nods but says, “No.”

I chuckle. “Yes or no?” I swipe my tongue over the other nipple, waiting for her answer. “Cause, Doc, in a minute, they won’t hurt anymore, and then time’s up.” I grin wickedly, remembering how I used that term on her in this very office to escape.

She sits up, pushing my head back with her hand, her mouth lifting into a smile. “Why you rotten little?—”

I crush my mouth against her smile, our arms wrapping around each other, her body softening against mine. I pull away and bring my face to hers, my green irises finding her blue ones. “I love you.”

She presses a kiss to my lips. “I love you, too.”

“Come on.” I lift her back off the desk and help her lower her skirt, then move my fingers up her blouse, fastening each button. “Let’s go home.”