TRICKS (Iron Kings MC, #6), page 1
TRICKS
Iron Kings MC, #6
Franca Storm
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1. ~Tricks~
2. ~Tricks~
3. ~Lexi~
4. ~Lexi~
5. ~Tricks~
6. ~Lexi~
7. ~Tricks~
8. ~Lexi~
9. ~Tricks~
10. ~Lexi~
11. ~Tricks~
12. ~Lexi~
13. ~Lexi~
14. ~Tricks~
15. ~Lexi~
16. ~Tricks~
17. ~Tricks~
18. ~Lexi~
19. ~Tricks~
20. ~Lexi~
21. ~Tricks~
22. ~Tricks~
23. ~Lexi~
24. ~Tricks~
25. ~Tricks~
26. ~Lexi~
27. ~Tricks~
28. ~Lexi~
29. ~Lexi~
30. ~Tricks~
31. ~Lexi~
32. ~Tricks~
33. ~Tricks~
34. ~Lexi~
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TRICKS
Shameless.
Easygoing.
Liberated.
I’m the Road Captain for Iron Kings MC.
They all know me as the playboy, the joker.
I keep things light and fun.
On the surface.
I don’t do serious. I don’t do complications.
That’s the way it needs to stay.
Lately, that’s easier said than done.
Lexi Connell is to blame.
She’s burrowing under my skin.
Making me want. Making me feel.
I’m possessive. Infatuated. Obsessed.
Now I know her secret, it’s tethering us together.
She’s too close.
I can’t allow it.
I’ll just end up destroying her.
1
~Tricks~
“YOU ASSHOLE!”
A sharp slap stung my cheek.
It had my head snapping to the side from the surprise of it, more than anything, because she had a weak-ass hit for somebody worked up in a fury.
Instinctively, I brought my hand to my cheek and glared at her. “What the shit was that for, woman?”
The blonde slapped her hands hard to the hips of her leather mini-skirt, making her breasts bounce in her cropped tank, so much that it looked like they were close to popping right out of the thing. That would’ve been more than fine with me if we weren’t right out in public in the lot of the club’s bike repair shop, Wheels Up.
In fact, the whole thing had me agitated as hell, that burning hotter every second that went by with her still in my face like she thought she had a goddamn right to be. I was at work for fuck’s sakes. And I was real busy too. Wheels Up always was. Plus, I was on a tight deadline today with needing to leave early for Deviant’s bachelor party.
“You slept with my sister!”
Hmm. I spun my wrench around in my hand idly. Had I?
I wasn’t even certain about the blonde’s name. Sasha? Sally? Sarah? Something starting with ‘S’. Given that, how was I supposed to know this sister she was talking about?
The cluelessness must’ve shown on my face, because she threw her arms up in the air and shrieked, “Clarissa! Clarissa Reese!”
Nah, not ringing any bells.
I just shrugged.
“Blonde hair like mine? Got a thing for leather?” She huffed. “She has a piercing on her—”
“Right, yeah.” I snapped my fingers, putting it together. I remembered her. God, she was a good lay. Shame I had my hard and fast rule of no more than once with anybody.
It kept things simple.
Well, it was supposed to.
Every now and then, despite me laying it out there and making the ground rules clear beforehand, somebody came at me pissed or claiming I’d broken their heart.
Give me a fucking break.
One lay and I’ve had that kind of impact on them? Nah, it was a load of bullshit, just drama for drama’s sake. Just like what this chick was bringing my way now.
And I didn’t do drama.
“Look, Sasha—”
“It’s Shelly!”
“Shelly then.” Jeez. “I didn’t know she was your sister. Either way, the terms of our hookup were clear. One night. No strings. No fucking drama.” I pointed off the Wheels Up grounds with my wrench. “So lock it up and get out of my face. Don’t come around the clubhouse at any future parties either. Pass that along to your friends and your sister. This bull you’ve pulled today has crossed you and them off the list going forward.”
“You asshole!” she screeched.
“Yeah, that’s me,” I muttered. “An asshole who gave you the best fuck of your life!”
She flipped me off and spun on her heel, only to smack into somebody coming up the way into the shop.
She cursed, then meandered around them, taking off.
As she moved out of the way, I saw who she’d smacked into.
Right away, the tension that’d built up in me from that unsavory and ridiculous confrontation seeped away and my lips spread into a smile that I couldn’t help for the life of me.
Her long, wavy hair, all layered and choppy, bounced from side to side as she bounded up to me. Jet-black with silver highlights, it gave the illusion that it was shimmering with her every move. Those vivid-green eyes of hers—emerald, really—shone at me. She looked her usual sexy self, owning it so well with a powerful confidence. She was compact and curvy, standing at barely five-foot, but boasting a hell of a figure. She knew how to dress to accentuate everything she had to offer in that department too. A pair of black bootcut jeans were really working for her, especially that full ass of hers, giving way to a pair of chunky heels. She had one of those lace bralettes on underneath a purple wrap top that flared at the bottom. It did her large breasts amazing justice. I smiled to myself. Purple. It was her thing. In the six months that I’d known her, I’d rarely seen her without something purple on. A lot of the time, it was her leather jacket. Although, it was too hot out this afternoon for a jacket. It gave me the chance to take in all the ink adorning the full length of her right arm.
Lexi Connell was something else.
One of a kind.
“Super classy, Aaron,” she teased as she reached me.
I grinned. “My choice of woman, or what I said?”
“Both.”
Curiosity sparked in her eyes. “Why did you give her the best fuck of her life? I mean, what’s the point when it’s a jizz and jet arrangement?”
I choked at her words. “Wow. That was… graphic.”
“That’s not the most graphic thing you’ve heard me say.”
No, it wasn’t. She had a hell of a dirty mouth on her.
And I enjoyed it immensely.
More than I should with a friend.
Friend? It was still hard to wrap my head around. I didn’t have female friends, just my brothers. I’d never imagined that changing. But I hadn’t met her at the time.
“Seeing as though we’re going there, I prefer to call it cum and go. As for why I go all out, I’ve got a rep to uphold, don’t I?”
“Right. Legendary lover. Once you go Tricks, nothing else sticks.”
I burst out laughing. “I’m loving that last one. Maybe I should hire you as my promoter.”
“That’s a hard no. I’m staying far away from your sordid exploits.”
“Sordid?” I slapped my hand to my heart. “You wound me, Lex.”
“Shake it off,” she said, chuckling.
Yeah, that was what I did, what I was known for. Having the ability to let everything roll off my back. I didn’t take things seriously. I didn’t care too much.
It was how I had to be.
Numbed.
I shifted my weight, deciding it was best to veer off the sexual track, given the whole strictly-friends thing between us.
I twirled the wrench in my hand idly and asked, “So, what’s up?”
A sheepish expression played on her face. “I brought you a bribe.”
“A bribe, huh?” My eyes lit with challenge. “What exactly is it that you want me to do for you?”
She tossed me a withering look. “Please, you already know very well.”
I did.
It was always the same thing.
I watched as she reached into her purse and pulled out a neatly wrapped sandwich.
“Italian meatball,” she told me, handing it over.
I took it almost reverently. Nobody made a sandwich like her She was a trained chef and a hell of a good one at that. When she’d been staying in the clubhouse under our protection, she’d gone all out in that department, treating us to her culinary expertise.
She giggled at my reaction. That cute little sound was infectious and it had me chuckling with her.
“You know,” I said, stepping up to her, “You don’t need to do this every time. I’m gonna help you out either way.”
“I know. I just feel bad.”
“No need to feel bad. Fixing things is what I do.”
Plus, it was already hard enough for her as it was when it came to her rusty, old Civic. She knew she needed a new ride, but she wouldn’t give it up, despite how much it was killing her in repairs. It had belonged to her father. It was the last thing she had of him.
“So, what’s the deal this time?”
“The muffler fell off.”
I eyed her skeptically. “Fell off, huh?”
“Yeah. That’s why I brought you the bribe. So, you’d pick it up. I can’t drive it while it’s roaring like a beast.”
“Ridgefield is home to a motorcycle club. The town’s well accustomed to noisy rides, Lex.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not a member so that doesn’t apply to me. I want to make a good impression here and avoid pissing anyone off.”
Yeah, I knew she did.
She’d gone out of her way with it actually. And it’d worked. All the boys loved her, she was getting along with the townspeople too, and everyone only had good things to say about her. It was pretty much the opposite of how her big sister had been received, the badass, female Wraith, who struck fear into the hearts of everyone and didn’t give two shits what anybody else thought.
It was obvious why Lexi was trying so hard, so intense about being received well. She’d spent her adult life on the run, moving from one place to another, because of everything that’d been going on with her sister. Now that was finally over with and settled, she didn’t have to live like that anymore. She could chill and stay in one place, finally build a life. She was desperate to do just that, to finally call somewhere her real home.
I stuffed my wrench into my tool belt and folded my arms across my chest, shooting her a look. “Fell off?” I pushed.
She held my penetrative gaze for a few moments. But then she caved and admitted, “Fine, okay? It was scraping the road as I drove, so I cut it off with a hacksaw.”
Damn. “A hacksaw? That’s pretty hardcore.”
“It didn’t exactly go as smoothly as I’d anticipated.” She held up her left hand that she’d been keeping buried in the front pocket of her jeans since she’d walked up. Quickly, I saw why. Her knuckles were bandaged. “There wasn’t much space to work with.”
“Yeah, I know.” I stepped up to her and took her hand, studying it. Blood was seeping through the bandage.
“You didn’t take care of it properly.”
“I didn’t have time. I had to make your sandwich. I didn’t want to show up empty handed and ask you to pick up my car for me yet again when you’re already run off your feet.”
Jeez. “You don’t need to worry about that shit, Lex.”
She just shrugged and pulled her hand away.
“Come,” I said, turning and heading into the shop.
“What? Why?”
“Just follow me,” I called over my shoulder. I smirked and crooked my finger.
“Do that again and I’ll bite it,” she threatened, laughing at the same time and undercutting the threat.
“Bite me, huh? Careful, darlin’, that shit turns me on.”
Her cheeks heated. “I didn’t mean it like that, you ass.”
I laughed and continued on through the shop to my office at the back. I heard her soft footsteps following me in through the open door.
“Hop up there,” I told her, gesturing to my desk as I headed over to a cupboard in the far-left corner.
I smiled to myself as she did as I’d asked right away. She was so… easy, so devoid of any drama and bullshit.
I pulled open the cupboard and grabbed my first-aid kit off the top shelf.
Walking back to her, I saw her wincing as she eased the bloodied bandage off, the fabric sticking to her open wounds.
I placed the first-aid kit down beside her and snatched her wrist.
Her eyes snapped to mine, wide with surprise. I hadn’t meant to be so intense about it, I just couldn’t stand her hurting.
“Sorry, darlin’. Just… let me.”
She gave a nod, and I released her hand.
I leaned over her and opened my top desk drawer. She turned to see what I was doing and her hair swept over my face. I couldn’t help it, I breathed it in, the sweet scent of her shampoo. It wasn’t her usual citrusy one.
“Strawberries.”
“What?”
I tensed, realizing I’d said that out loud. “Nothing.”
“Did you just smell my hair?” she asked, sounding highly amused.
“It was right in my face. I didn’t have much of a choice. Besides, you know I’ve got a thing for strawberries.”
“Right, yeah. I forgot.”
Had she?
She laughed. “Every dessert I made for you guys when I was staying at your clubhouse had to contain strawberries.”
“What can I say? I know what I like.”
I fumbled in the drawer for a moment before managing to snatch up the package of cotton pads and the jar of Vaseline. Pulling back, I placed it beside her and flipped off the lid.
As I spread a liberal amount onto a cotton pad, I heard her comment, “You keep a tub of petroleum jelly in your desk drawer? Lube for your over-the-desk sexual antics?”
“First off, I don’t screw around in here. Spartan’s got a hard and fast rule about keeping my personal shit away from the shop. Secondly, this isn’t the kind of lube you want to be using when it comes to fucking. It can damage condoms and also cause infection for women.”
“Huh. Really?”
“Yep. I use it as a protective coating for my hands so I don’t come away every day from working with grease and grime all over me.”
“That’s a cool solution. I guess scrubbing like crazy with soap can’t get it all off.”
“Nah, and it can really build up.” I readied the cotton pad and told her, “Hold out your hand, palm down.”
She obliged and I dabbed the cotton pad over the bandage, making sure to get the edges, until the entire thing was coated with Vaseline.
Then I began peeling the bandage up.
“Wow,” Lexi breathed in awe, as it came away from her skin easily without tearing or aggravating her open cuts. “You are the master!”
I chuckled as I tossed the bandage. “I’m good with you calling me that anytime.”
