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Trick Chapter Twenty: We Have Tonight
TrickHadley's smiling at me, the sweetest, sexiest smile, I've ever seen in my life, as she sits on the edge of my bed. Her blonde hair is curly, hanging over the front of her shoulder. Using the towel I'd been drying off with after getting out of the shower, I quickly move to cover myself; I don't want to make her nervous."How'd you get in here? When'd you come back? Where's Riley?"She giggles, a throaty little sound that makes me tent the front of the towel I've just used to cover my nakedness. "You didn't lock the door, which is totally not safe at all. I can't believe you don't lock your door. Riley's with my next door neighbor. I decided to come back because I couldn't go to sleep tonight without at least having a taste of you."Hadley's much more forward than I imagined she would be. It's the most arousing thing I think I've seen in my life. "Funny," I grin down at her. "I was thinking the same thing when I watched your car leave.""We have tonight," she whispers to
Trick Chapter Twenty-One: Let Him Keep Me Warm
HadleyI'm nervous heading to Trick's shop, but it's different than it was the first time I went. Our night changed things. I can't put my finger on it, but I feel different as I make my way across the bridge. Today I've grabbed a change of clothes and something to put my hair up with.Shaking my head, I grin, thinking I've never seen anyone's office as bad as Trick's. It's part of his appeal – the 'no fucks given' attitude he shoves in the face of everyone is like a shield against the world. I'm convinced now, more than ever, that there's a deeper side to Trick, a side he doesn't show to many. Tapping my fingers against the steering wheel, I wonder what it takes to see that side. "What are you doing, Hadley?"It's a question I've asked myself a lot since last night. After leaving his apartment, I went through his Facebook. It's mostly about his job, more motorcycles and things of that nature than anything. But hidden deep, I found what I think are a couple of friends. There we
Trick Chapter Twenty-Two: Hours Roll By
Trick"How's it going?" Matt asks as I have a seat. "Not too bad, except for traffic being a bitch."I was almost late for this meeting and that's the last thing I need, especially when I'm trying to get my shit together. "You did cut it a little close," he gives me an ironic smile. "I was on time though, wasn't I?"He coughs. "Barely, but it doesn't matter, as long as I didn't have to wait on you. How's Riley? I see you've been spending a good amount of time with her. Hadley's doing a good job of keeping track of the hours."Suddenly my blood runs cold. I hadn't realized they were keeping track of my hours. Well, that's a lie. I did know they were keeping track of them, but I always seem to forget, my time with Sprite would be finite. How many hours were left? How much time did I have to make my dream last night a reality? Everything comes into focus, and I think maybe I've been playing life too safe. What if I never get the chance to do the things I want to do? What
Trick Chapter Twenty-Three: Five Years Ago
Hadley I've been working for almost two hours and I'm not sure you can tell. The amount of paper this man has is insane. By the time I'm done, we'll be filling the city landfill, I'm almost positive of it. Turning my phone over, I don't see a text from him, not after the question I asked. It bothers me he hasn't answered. I thought we were close enough to share at least that much with one another. Finally, I see a flash of brown. Could it be? Am I almost to the wood grain of the desk? I want to get up and dance a little jig, but I'm also trying to be halfway professional.A bike cutting through the back alley grabs my attention. I think it's Trick, but I'm not completely sure. I figure if I spend enough time here, enough time with him, I'll know for sure. There's something intimate about being able to distinguish the sound of his bike from the sound of others. Like a teenage girl, I hope we get to that point in our relationship. When the backdoor opens and I hear his boots hit
Trick Chapter Twenty-Four: Beer and A Fire
TrickI wait for her to come back in, nervous as fuck she'll say she has to go home. I'm nervous she's going to stay, too. Either way it means I open my life up, my past, my future - it all fuckin' collides - to make a present I never dreamed could be possible. My hands shake as I reach into my pocket and fish out my zippo, grabbing a cigarette from the pack I keep in my jacket. I don't have a habit where I need to smoke constantly, but when I get nervous, I have to have something to calm me down; something to keep my hands busy if there's not a bike around needing work.Hadley comes back in, cell phone in hand, eyeing me as she puts it back in her purse. "Mrs. Oliver is okay to watch Riley tonight and get her off to school in the morning." She bites her lip as she looks at me, her eyes are bright, and I wonder what the fuck I'm doing. "Don't make me regret this, Trick, make sure you're honest with me."Taking a deep inhale on the cigarette, I hold it in, letting the smoke esc
Trick Chapter Twenty-Five: The Past
HadleyI hear the front door to his apartment slam, and my hands shake. I've never had the kind of reaction I have to Trick, to anyone else. It's like a current flowing through both of our bodies, an electrical jolt that would make my heart start beating again if it stopped. Nervousness courses through my body, and I try to examine why I'm nervous. Because he's going to be honest with me.Because I'm going to be honest with him.I haven't opened myself up to a person in a long time. The last person I opened up to tried to use anything I ever told him to hurt me in the divorce proceedings. My brain knows that's the kind of man my ex was, but the irrational part cautions me against opening up to anyone else ever again. Even though it's lonely, it's easier that way; no one to hurt you in the long run.But in the last year, I've started to feel the loneliness. Not all day, and not even every day, but it's there, in the back of my mind. It's there when I want to watch a non-kid
Trick Chapter Twenty-Six: Raw
TrickI'm so fucking raw after I've explained to her what originally got me in trouble, but I know I owe her the rest. "It's nothing like what happened the first time," I run a hand under my nose. I can blame the cold on my nose running, but truthfully I get emotional when I talk about what I did. Nobody can ever punish me as much as I've punished myself."Thank God," she whispers, as she squeezes my hand."I run, every other day, it helps me keep my moods stable. If I'm pissed, sad, lonely, whatever, I either hop on the bike or run, but running helps more. This asshole down the street who runs the junkyard got a dog a few months ago. The prettiest little fawn Pitbull I've ever seen in my life. He had her tied up, and was feeding her raw meat, and all the shit dickheads seem to think they're supposed to do with junkyard dogs," he turns to face me. "I swear, every time I would run by her, she'd look up at me with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. It was like she was begging me to g
Trick Chapter Twenty-Seven: Don't Leave
HadleyMy knee shakes as I sit on the couch in Trick's living room. The damn cat has taken up the seat next to me and keeps looking up at me. I swear he's taunting me. Five minutes ago, Trick asked me if I wanted to shower first, and when I said no, he went into the bathroom and shut the door. I can hear the water, and my imagination's running wild.I don't want to have sex with him tonight, it's too soon, but dear Jesus it's been a long time for me, and the man is hot. Not to mention the emotional baggage we laid out for each other earlier. I just need some human contact. I need someone to hold me, I want to feel someone's lips against mine, fingers digging into my flesh. I'm raw, and I don't want to deal with the emotional fallout of my past by myself. I've been doing that for such a long fucking time. There's a bottle of Jim Beam on Trick's counter, a sign I should do what I'm thinking of doing.Getting up, I march over to it, rip the top off, and take a fortifying drink. I h
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