Trixsters Anonymous

by Ahren Sanders

Guilt and shame slam into me at the look on his face, and my eyes start to burn. My vision becomes blurry as tears well up and slide down my cheeks. “I’m sorry,” comes out in a broken gasp.

  “Oh shit, you’ve made her cry. Emi never cries,” Maren yells at him and throws herself around me.

  I suck back a sob and start to tremble right as strong arms wrap around my middle and pull me away from her. “Baby, don’t cry.”

  I don’t respond, mostly because my throat is clogged and I can’t speak. Maren is right; I’m not a crier. Maybe a few times during a movie, but never over a guy. The happy tears I shed the other night with Walker were the first in a long time. I may be dramatic, but I’m not emotional.

  Until now.

  “Look at me,” Walker says gently, running a hand down my back.

  I shake my head and bury it deeper in my knees.

  I don’t tolerate liars… How can I trust you… What else are you keeping from me? His words play over and over in my brain.

  “Baby, please look at me.”

  I continue to shake my head, the tears pouring out even though I’m squeezing my eyes tight. Roaring starts in my ears as my heart races faster.

  “Emi, please.” There’s a gentleness to his voice that eases some of the anxiety inside my chest.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper hoarsely.

  “Unwind yourself and look at me.” He kisses the top of my head and tries to pry my arms free.

  I let him loosen my hold and tip my head up to him. Slowly, I open my eyes and try to focus. His face is etched with concern, his eyes a stormy shade of green. I inhale sharply, trying to get control of my raging emotions. A few more tears fall, and he wipes them away, bringing his forehead to mine.

  “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. I can’t stand that you don’t trust me.”

  He blows out another breath, cupping my face and sweeping his lips over mine. “I trust you.”

  “Do you still love me?”

  “So much it makes me a madman.”

  “Remember how I said there’s nothing you aren’t good at? I think I found something. You have a temper.”

  “You put yourself in stupid, crazy, or dangerous situations again without telling me, I’ll lose my shit. Otherwise, I’ll try to keep my temper in check.”

  “Are you going to ask us to quit?”

  “Don’t ask me that right now. I’m still grappling with this.”

  “Walker, maybe I can explain a little better.” Maren starts to talk—telling him everything. She doesn’t hold back, going as far as to tell him all of our cases.

  I bow my head and hold my breath to the point of dizziness when she touches on our trip to Myrtle Beach and his arms tighten painfully.

  Her explanation ends, and the anger and tension in the room scares me. Walker remains quiet, too quiet. Maren’s hand slides to grip my ankle, which is still tucked under me. The gesture is meant to reassure me, but my anxiety spikes again at the low grumbling coming from Walker.

  “I’m not going to ask you to quit,” he finally rumbles sharply, clearly unhappy with his decision.

  “Are you going to out us?” Maren presses.

  “No, but I won’t be in the dark. I want to know where you are, even if I can’t know the details. It’s going to take me some time to wrap my head around this, I may ask questions. And you have to promise me to be careful.”

  “Promise.”

  “Seriously, there are some sick fucks out there. You don’t know what went through my head when I saw you disappear behind that door. I’d already gotten a tour of the club, so I knew what was happening. But you didn’t. That’s why I followed you.”

  “You did?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s weird. I wonder why I didn’t know.”

  “I didn’t want you to know. Remember, I was undercover tonight.”

  “But, usually, I know when you’re near.” I raise my face slowly to his.

  “It’s true. Maybe it’s your cologne, but she has a sixth sense when it comes to you.” Maren replays the times I’ve felt him near.

  “Well, tonight, you were preoccupied. That much was evident.” He kisses me again, then leans to look over my shoulder at Maren. “You two have to be more aware. If the situation was different, you could have been raped, beaten, forced to do something you didn’t want to—or worse.”

  “We’ll be careful,” I repeat more confidently. The knot in my stomach starts to ease.

  “Damn, what a night.” Maren stands and pats the top of my head. “I better go.”

  “I have a guest room, if you want to stay,” Walker offers.

  “Actually, I think you two need some time alone. Besides, I have to finish this up. I’m going to have to break the news to Bailey about Justin and figure out how to describe this. It’s not like I can send any of the video to her.”

  “I’ll help you.”

  “Actually, I’ll help, too.” Walker’s arms tighten in a squeezing motion.

  “You will?” we ask in unison.

  “You’re smart not to use the video. Regardless of the situation, there were three other people participating. This is an exclusive club that promises discretion to its members, hence you walking in thinking it was a nightclub. They were in what they consider a safe environment. Set the scene, tell her what you witnessed. He’s obviously into the lifestyle, and that’s what some consider this—a lifestyle. From what I saw, he takes this seriously. It wasn’t about getting laid. He respected the act. Maybe he does love Bailey, but he loves the high of this as well. Seems to me, he wants the best of both worlds.

  “Without knowing her, I’d bet this will be a hard blow and she’ll have a lot of questions. These will be questions you can’t answer. Was he cheating? Who can say? On the surface, yes, he spends his time with other women. I’ll suspect she’s going to feel this deeply, knowing her fiancé has sexual proclivities that he hasn’t shared. She’ll have to confront him. But I’d advise you to encourage her to ask him about the woman he was with.”

  “What about her?” I hang on his every word. His insight and sensitivity to the situation is astounding.

  “What they shared was a lot more intimate than the other couple in the room. The touches, the caresses, the way he took his time and gently brought her pleasure. They were in sync. That comes from trust and a higher level of intimacy. It’s hard not to have an emotional investment in this. If she’s invested in him and knows he’s engaged, she may be the one doing the hang ups and leaving panties in mailboxes out of jealousy.”

  Everything he says gives compassion to the situation I wouldn’t think of. We’ve based our jobs on uncovering cheaters, which is our brand, but Justin and Bailey could be different. Walker has humanized Justin in a way that actually makes me feel something for him.

  “You’re brilliant,” I gush, cuddling in closer.

  “Yes, how’d you do that? You made him seem almost decent, even though he’s sneaking around and lying.” Maren sounds as amazed as I am.

  “I’m a cop. It’s my job to look at things from all sides. I’ve been profiling people for a long time.”

  “I sincerely hope your kids get your brains and smarts, Walker. You better hope so, too, for both your sakes.”

  “Hey! I’m no dummy!” I defend.

  “No, you’re not, but you’re a tad bit irrational. It’s a characteristic we share. I’ll own that. He’s more level headed.”

  “Seeing the ferocity of his anger a few minutes ago gives me reason to argue with you,” I point out.

  “Emi, he was furious for about two point two seconds, and that was mostly because he was worried for us. I wish I had that type of protection. In my experience with men, albeit isn’t a lot, the man gets angry and holds a grudge for days. You find yourself sleeping alone and wondering how much groveling you have to do.”

  My heart hurts for her admission. This is a reflection of her state of mind when she was with fuck-stick. Walker feels me tense and
clasps me closer.

  “I have my moments. You wouldn’t have exactly called me rational when I crushed a glass in my hand tonight after seeing another man touch Emi.”

  “No, that’s hot. Plain, red-blooded, carnal H-O-T.” She takes the words right out of my mouth.

  Walker kisses down my face until he reaches my ear. “We’re having boys, lots and lots of boys.”

  I tilt my face to see his expression, my heart rate speeding up. “You don’t want any girls?”

  “I have a feeling a lifetime with you and Maren will be all I can handle.”

  “We’re not that bad.”

  “Baby, I was ready to blow an entire operation tonight to get to you. Then I swore I was going to tan your ass for whatever wild-haired scheme you were up to. But seeing you cry broke something in me. Even with tear-stained cheeks, you’re the most beautiful woman in my world. Thinking about having a daughter exactly like you… a man can only take so much.”

  My heart swells to the point of explosion, and I swallow hard, new tears threatening. The emotional rollercoaster continues.

  “Okay.” Maren claps loudly, bringing our attention back to her. “Let’s get this done, so I can go home and get some sleep. It’s been a crazy night.”

  “Seriously, Mare, I’ll do it tomorrow. Let’s go to bed. Stay here. I’ll get you some clothes.”

  “Nope, I don’t want to intrude.”

  “Actually, I’d prefer you stay here, too. It’s almost two in the morning. Do what you need to do for Bailey. I need to make a few calls anyway,” Walker tells us.

  “Who are you calling at this hour?”

  “Kelly, to follow up on a few things and clear up any confusion about tonight.”

  “What are you going to tell him?”

  “I’m not sure yet, but I’ll have to cover the fact you both were dressed in disguise. I’m thinking I’ll blame it on Maren. Whatever I tell him, the team will keep it quiet.”

  “Good idea.”

  He kisses the tip of my nose and scoots out from under me, going to the kitchen.

  “Great, now I’ll have a reputation at the station,” Maren grumbles, plopping down next to me

  “You’ll get used to it.”

  Chapter 21

  Walker

  My eyes fly open the instant Emi’s lips wrap around my cock. All my blood rushes south, my dick immediately hard and pulsing. I lift my head and peer down my chest to find her kneeling between my legs with her eyes on mine. A slow, sexy grin spreads across her face as she teases me by circling her tongue at my tip. One of her hands scrapes along the edge of my inner thigh until reaching my balls and massaging while her mouth sucks me in deep. I lose the vision as her hair falls, shielding her face.

  “Emi…” I knife up and hold back the groan when I hit the back of her throat.

  “Hmmmmm…” The vibration has a ripple effect, sending a thrill to every nerve in my body.

  I brush her hair back and grip her head, staring at her as sensations start to fire off inside. She expertly works my cock, alternating between sucking, licking, and kissing, until my breath is ragged.

  Since I was fifteen years old, I’ve liked sex—any kind of sex, but in this moment, I realize I’ve never had a blowjob this perfect.

  Emi has tried several times, but I’m too impatient, focused on getting inside her. I was a fucking idiot.

  My hips thrust forward, and I dig my nails against her scalp when she increases her grip on my balls to stop me.

  She’s in charge, slowing her motions to toy with me. Her eyes rise to mine again and are hooded with lust. Gently, she uses her teeth to scrape the sensitive base of my shaft. I feel myself grow thicker and my balls grow tighter as she repeats the motion, this time dragging the underside of her tongue up to play with my crown.

  I release the groan I’ve been holding in, and she grins again, winking, this time increasing her suction and taking me back in all the way. Roaring starts in my ears, my blood pumping furiously through my body. The muscles in my abdomen flex tightly as I try to hold off the explosion that’s building.

  Without slowing a bit, she places one of her legs on the other side of mine and grinds her slickness on my thigh. She’s soaked, her sweet pussy rubbing skin to skin. I raise my leg to give her better leverage, and her eyes snap back to mine, smoldering with desire.

  With skillful grace, she creates a rhythm between her mouth and hips, working us both into a frenzy. I jerk hard when she takes her free hand and uses her fingernails to skim the hyper-sensitive skin below my balls.

  She lets out an approving moan of pleasure, rocking harder.

  My brain fires off warnings that I have about five seconds until I blow. I try to urge her up, but she shakes her head, her hair tickling every inch of flesh, which intensifies my need.

  “Baby, I—”

  She inhales me deep, stopping all brain activity, and my dick takes over, making the choice for me. I come hard, pumping once into her mouth until my vision grows cloudy, and fall back on the bed feeling every pulse and throb as she swallows.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I gasp for air.

  I don’t get a lot of time to revel in my thoughts, because she starts to kiss up my body, paying special attention to my abs, nipples, and tattoos before she nuzzles her face in my neck and nips on my throat.

  “Good morning.” She giggles, her thighs now straddling my hips. “I’ve really wanted to do that for a long time.”

  I can’t respond, my whole body quivering inside. She giggles harder, sitting astride me, her slickness now perfectly aligned with my cock, which is still hard and throbbing. I wasn’t lying when I told her there is no downtime needed when it comes to sex. My dick is perfectly in tune with her, and whenever she’s near, naked or not, he’s ready for anything.

  My eyes focus on her, wearing one of my old t-shirts and bracing her hands on my stomach. Her face is beaming, her smile wide. My hands slide to her ass, ready to guide myself inside, when I remember we’re not alone.

  “Where’s Maren?”

  “She’s gone. I tried to get her to stay and sleep, but when I mentioned the word blowjob, she bolted.” She smiles broader, clearly proud of herself.

  My eyes roll back, and I let out a breath. “What time is it?”

  “Seven.”

  “Have you slept?”

  “Not yet. I wanted to crawl into bed with you and pass out, but I couldn’t. I realized that, while we purged all our secrets last night, there was one remaining secret I am keeping from you.”

  My chest tightens, my whole body tensing. The reaction must be obvious because Emi reassures me. “It’s nothing bad, but remember I mentioned having a present for you?”

  “I vaguely remember you mentioning it.” Truthfully, it slipped my mind with everything that happened last night.

  “Well, I may have acted impulsively. I didn’t anticipate the soreness, even after warnings. You can look but not touch.”

  My mind races with possibilities of what she could mean when she starts to remove my shirt, slowly drawing it up her body and tossing it to the side. My eyes almost pop out of my head and my throat goes dry when she reveals the matching barbells with little gems on the end piercing her nipples. I scan up and down, noticing the barbells match the new piercing in her navel.

  My dick lurches, flicking into her, as I take in the perfect view. I start to touch them when her words register. “You give me a gift like this, and I can’t fucking touch?”

  “They’re incredibly sore. My choice of lingerie last night may have been a mistake.”

  Lingerie, piercings, her naked—perched on top of me—becomes too much, and a scorching need erupts inside of me. I grip her hips, position my cock, and drive into her at the same time I knife up. Hip-to-hip, chest-to-chest, face-to-face—every part of me touching her as I crush my mouth to hers. She whimpers as her hands trapped between us start to claw at my skin.

  I kiss her without restraint, my own hands back to her
ass, urging her to move with me. Her inner muscles clench down on my cock as I thrust hard, creating a friction that has me swelling to the point of pleasurable pain.

  “Walker!” she cries out, tearing her mouth away and dropping her head back.

  My lips trail along the column of her neck until I reach her shoulder and slam up at the same time I bite down.

  She sinks her nails deeper into my abdomen, whimpering. I pump harder, leaning my chest back, carefully aware that she’s already sore. The gems taunt me, her nipples swollen and pink.

  “Walker, you have to slow down. I can’t—” she begs.

  I relent, gaining some composure, and kiss the top of each breast delicately. “Let me hear you.”

  She does as I ask, convulsing, scratching, screaming so loud I go over the edge again with her. My spine tingles with a thousand tiny prickles as I pour into her. Our ragged breaths fill the room, and I don’t dare move, keeping her pressed close.

  “I take it you like the jewelry?” Her flushed face comes to mine after a few minutes.

  “Yeah, Emi, I love it. At one point, as I was pounding into you, I had filthy and wicked visions about exactly what I’m going to do to you as soon as I can touch them.”

  “Rico gave me care instructions. I should be less sensitive in a week, but—”

  “Let’s be clear on something. Yesterday was the last day of your life another man will ever handle your tits.”

  Her eyes glaze over, and she bites down on her lip, nodding. “He’s gay.”

  “Even a gay man can appreciate this perfection.”

  She nuzzles her face into my neck and whispers, “After that, I don’t think I have the energy to shower.”

  I keep a hold of her, laying us back, and situate her on top of me. “Go to sleep.”

  “You’re still inside me. I need to go clean up.”

  “We’ll worry about that after you get some rest.”

  “Don’t you have things you need to do?”

  “They can wait. Right now, I’m exactly where I need to be.”

  “I really love you.” Her voice is barely a whisper.

  “I love you, too,” I tell her, closing my eyes.