17. Trick

Heidi’s injuries heal well over the next two weeks. I’m a lot more vigilant, watching for threats. The Pioneers had attacked us in daylight, without a care about getting caught. They are getting desperate, and desperate men are the most dangerous.

The club has been tracking them, trying to flush them out from all their little hiding places, but even with the combined forces we have on our side, it is proving difficult. Richardson is a ghost, completely in the wind, and as hard as we look for him, he remains in the wind.

The frustration I feel knowing that man is still out there and a threat to my family, to my club, grinds me down day after day. I want that fucker dead before he hurts someone else. I have a lot to lose, including my daughter, and now Heidi. She has become as important to me as my child.

The highlight of my day is going home to them both, particularly lately. The hunt for the Pioneers is draining the life out of me. It consumes my every thought, my need to find and destroy the rest of the organisation responsible for the pain I have suffered overwhelming me.

As I step inside the house, I hear the television from the living room. I close the front door behind me, making sure it’s locked before I place my wallet and keys in the bowl nearby. When I step into the living room, Heidi is sitting on the sofa alone. She quickly grabs the remote, switching it off and coming to her feet. I take her in with a sweep of my eyes. She looks fucking divine.

The light summer dress she’s wearing rucks under her tits, giving her a soft appearance, and the way her hair falls over one shoulder in loose, beachy waves makes me want to grab a fistful of it between my fingers.

“Hey,” she says in a soft voice that is so at odds with the fiery woman I know she is.

“Hey,” I say back. I see the nerves trailing through her as she steps in front of me, her gaze lifting to meet mine.

I wrap my hands around her hips, pulling her against me so I can press a kiss to her mouth. Despite the fact she has been in my bed every night since she was shot, she seems shy and I’m not sure why.

When I pull back from the kiss, my fingers trail over her face, enjoying the way she leans into my touch.

“I missed you,” she admits, and I like how that makes me feel. For a long time, no one missed me. I was a fucking problem, one that needed to be solved.

“How much did you miss me?”

She closes the gap between us, grinding her pussy against my hardening cock. My lips quirk into a smirk. “My greedy girl needs this.”

She nods. “I just need you.”

I’m happy to oblige. Anything she needs, I will give to her, so I pull the globes of her bottom against me, circling my hips enough to apply some pressure. Her eyes are heavy as her lips part to let out a small moan.

“You feel up to this?” I ask, my fingers skimming over the side where she was shot.

Seeing the blood had been terrifying, but she was lucky. It may have hurt, but the wound was not significant enough to cause any damage, not really. The scar she will bear is a small price to pay for still being here. But the fact I could have lost her has made my need to find Richardson and his men even more pressing. Every day, the club works to knock over every stone it can to find where Richardson might be hiding. I know it’s only a matter of time before he reaches the end of the line, but every passing day without finding him is torturous.

“I’m fine,” she assures me. “It barely hurts anymore.”

I know that’s a lie, but it’s been impossible to keep my hands off her the past two weeks, though I will not risk hurting her for my own satisfaction. Heidi’s been through so much already, and I only want her to have good experiences going forward.

Trailing kisses down the side of her throat, I push the neckline of her dress aside so I can press more to her shoulder. “I put Sophia down an hour ago,” Heidi says as she tilts her head to the side to give me better access. “She shouldn’t wake.”

Meaning we have uninterrupted time together. With a toddler, that’s something that is in short supply more often than not.

I pull back from kissing her, needing to see her face, see her expression. Heidi looks like a fucking siren as she peers up at me through dark lashes, her eyes soft and her face relaxed in a way I haven’t seen since I’ve been home.

This woman gave up everything for me. She gave up the life she had to live in my house and take care of my child. She made it so that when I came back, I had a life to return to. An overwhelming feeling of love surges through me.

The need to taste her, to feel her against me, has me moving before I can consider the consequences.

I shove her back, scattering Sophia’s toys as my fingers tangle in her hair. I devour her mouth. She tastes sweet, and her body moulds against mine as I press her against the wall behind her.

Every inch of my body feels alive as my hand slips under her dress and into her underwear. She is wet, deliciously so, and I skim my fingers through her heat before pushing into her wet channel.

My mouth still locked to hers, she moans as I enter her, my thumb circling her clit. Mixed emotions slam through me—guilt and shame fight against need and desire, want and love.

And I do love Heidi.

I didn’t think it would be possible to ever fall in love again, but in this moment, I know I’ve been falling for her since the moment I moved back into the house. The way she takes care of me and my child, her presence in the house, the way I feel at ease the moment I put the key into the front door…

I tried to think of the moment when she became more to me than just Heidi, but I can’t. There are so many moments, so many little things that have built up over the past months to create this warmth in my chest that I never thought I would feel again.

And so, when I kiss her, I pour everything into it. Every inch of my body wants to claim her, to take care of her. I want desperately to be inside her, to show her with my body the things I can’t say with my words.

I can feel she’s getting close, grinding on my fingers and making needy little noises that go straight to my cock.

She comes around my fingers, gripping my shoulders in a bruising grasp as she tries to stifle her scream of pleasure.

She reaches for my belt, and I let her shove my jeans down my thighs before taking my cock in her hand. Her eyes stay locked on mine, but there’s a hint of uncertainty.

I grip her wrist in a gentle hold. “You don’t have to do this.”

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “I want to.”

She moves her hand up and down my shaft, and I loosen my grip on her wrist as I see stars. It has been so long since I was touched by anyone that I’m scared I’m going to blow too fast. The hand not gripping her presses against the side of her head, trying to brace myself against the wall so I don’t collapse onto her.

My balls feel tight, my legs jelly as she works me into a frenzy. I squeeze my eyes shut, gritting my teeth as I try to make myself last, but the movements she is making are just the right amount of pressure to send me over the edge quickly.

My hips flex as my release hits and ropes of thick cum erupt over her hand. It takes all my strength to keep my legs from buckling under me as fireworks explode behind my eyes.

She presses her mouth to mine, letting me taste her again, and I lift her into my arms. Instinctively, her legs wrap around my back.

I walk over to the couch and lower Heidi onto it. My jeans are hung low enough that my cock is still exposed, but I don’t care. I go to my knees in front of her and spread her legs.

Her pretty pink pussy glistens with wetness, proof of her arousal and of the orgasm I just gave her. I need to taste her. Placing my fingers on either side of her inner thighs, I part her legs farther and dive between them.

The first swipe of my tongue through her slit coats it in her juices. Her back arches slightly as I skim over her sensitive clit. I eat her like I’m a starving man and she is my last meal. Every inch of my body craves more, needs more. I’m alive for the first time in months, and I don’t want to lose this feeling.

Her fingers grip the cushions of the couch as I drive her closer to the edge. She is so responsive to me, and the little sounds she’s making go straight to my cock.

My tongue darts in and out of her slick channel, moving between that and her clit as I drive her to fever pitch. Over and over, I drive her to the edge, wanting to hear every whimper and moan she has for me.

Heidi is the glue capable of sticking all the broken parts of me back together. She is everything to me.

The protective need I have to take care of her, to keep her safe, is only outshined by my desire to make her fucking happy. She deserves this and so much more. Knowing the things she has lost and suffered through drives me to ensure nothing bad ever touches her again.

“Trick…” She gasps my name, and I like hearing it on her tongue.

This time, I let her climax. I’m elated as she smothers her face beneath one of the throw pillows, crying out her release. Fuck, that is the most perfect sound.

I shove my jeans farther down my legs. My cock is hardening again, though I give it a couple of tugs to help. Running the tip through her sopping wetness, I peer down at her, excited by the heated, dazed look in her eyes.

“You covered?” I’m fucking praying she says yes. I want to feel every inch of her as I enter her.

She nods, and a thrill goes through me as I rub my tip through her wet heat. I want to slam into her, but I don’t want to hurt her, and when she meets my gaze, all I see is trust in her eyes. I don’t fucking deserve that from her, but I’ll take it anyway.

Slowly, I feed my cock inside her waiting channel. Her lips part as I stretch her. I’m a big guy and my cock is a lot to take, so I let her get accustomed to my size before I push deeper. Still, her back bows, trying to make room for me, and the pinch of pain in her face is masked by the heat in her eyes.

Inch by delicious inch, I push inside until I’m seated fully within her pussy. The stranglehold her insides have on me tears a groan from my lips as I take a steadying breath. My cock is moving from hard to solid once again, and I slowly pull out before pushing back in. Gripping her hips in a bruising hold, I find my rhythm. I slam into her over and over, loving the sounds she’s making.

Each stroke of my cock has me seeing stars. My balls are tight, my body ready for round two. I have never felt more turned-on than I do in this moment. I set a punishing pace, simultaneously wanting to own her completely while wrapping her in my protection.

The two warring sides of me are hard to ignore as I rotate my hips, forcing myself deeper into her body.

With no barrier between us, I feel every inch of her. My pace is not as punishing as I would like because of her injury. Despite her words, she is hurt, and I don’t want to make that worse.

Our eyes remain locked together as I fuck her. She looks wanton like this, her dress pulled up to her navel and her bare pussy on display to me.

It’s this view I have when I fire my load inside her. My hips stutter and my balls tighten before I come harder than I ever have.

Fuck me. Spots spill across my vision and sweat drips between my shoulders. The back of my neck is clammy as I collapse on top of her.

I pull back, my cock dragging out of her body, my cum coming with it. There’s something dirty and forbidden about seeing my cum drip out of her.

She doesn’t speak, her chest heaving as she gulps in air. Her skin is flushed, covered in the sheen of sweat as well, and there is a sated look in her eyes.

“You look fucking beautiful like this,” I tell her, unable to hold back. I sound like a fifteen-year-old boy, but I can’t help myself.

I pull my jeans up, tucking myself back inside them before I scoop her into my arms. She grips my neck, burying her face in my throat as I carry her upstairs.

Heidi watches me carefully as I sit her on the bathroom counter and wash between her legs.

“You okay?” I ask eventually, a little worried by her silence.

She nods, giving me a smile. “I’m good,” she assures me, and I dip my head to kiss her.

Her movements seem more tentative than they had earlier, and I like this sweet side of her just as much as the passionate, fiery Heidi I saw before. Her hands cup the sides of my face, scraping over my beard before resting on my nape.

When we part, we’re breathless, and my chest feels as if I’ve run a marathon.

I lift her off the counter, gripping her fingers in mine, and lead her into the bedroom. I undress as she slips under the covers, and when I climb in, I pull her against me, her back pressed to my chest as I nuzzle her throat.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask her softly.

She nods, nuzzling deeper against my side. “I didn’t think I would ever find happiness again, Trick, but you’ve given that to me.”

I didn’t think my heart worked anymore, but her words cause a thud in my chest.

Two broken souls, joined together by our own personal demons, and yet somehow, we fit together. No one knows how our relationship has evolved, and I know there will be judgement, but this is not their life to live. And this is preferable to either of us drowning in our misery as we were.

“You make me happy too,” I say.

I press a kiss into her hair and then let myself drift off. For the first time in a long time, I don’t dream about my daughter dying or my wife.