Community Service. Two words I should be thankful for, but I’m not. I resent the hours it’s away from building my business. 

When they push the little girl into the room, her crazy curls barely held back by the barrette in her hair, and studious glasses on her face, I can tell she’s scared. Something inside of me breaks, and I want this girl to feel wanted again. 

What I’m unprepared for is meeting her mom. The second our hands touch, there are fireworks, bright lights, and a picture of the future I could one day have. The future I’ve never allowed myself to wish for. 

Community service becomes more than a chore. In the months that follow, I realize they’re just like me: they’ve been abandoned, left behind by the world, forgotten by those who should love them. 

Thanks to the one last hope in both our lives - we found the light in the darkness we’d been searching for.

Trick is created by Laramie Briscoe, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

Trick

I wasn’t exactly prepared for what Trick had in mind when he said it was going to be a bumpy ride. There were many things that ran through my head when I heard those words. What didn’t run through my head was him lifting me completely over his shoulders with my back against the wall, spreading my legs with his shoulders, and connecting his mouth to my core.


“Oh Holy Jesus,” I gasp, reaching for something, anything to hang onto. There isn’t anything and I do my best not to think about how high up in the air I am. I’m short, he’s taller than I ever thought about being, and the only thing holding me here are his hands pressing against my thighs and his mouth against my pussy. If I die, it’ll be a hell of a way to go.


He pulls his mouth back, grinning up at me. “Relax Hadley, I got this.”


Chapter Forty-Three: Just Enjoy It