TRIGGER: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel (17 page)

Baffled momentarily, I
wrapped my arms around her just as tight, hugging her like I never wanted to
let go. Hell, I
didn’t
ever want to
let go. We rocked back and forth gently. All the things we’d struggled with
seemed to dissipate in that embrace, the first time I’d truly felt my sister
hugging me without resentment, expectation, or disappointment since she was 13.

“Come in,” she said as she
pulled away. Her eyes flitted to Trigger and widened slightly. He stood,
shivering slightly now that the desert night hit his bare skin. His hands were
plunged deep into his pockets. “Both of you. I
gotta
assume…you’re Trigger? You sure as hell aren’t Brock.”

“Guilty as charged,” he
said, faking a smile. Jennie stepped back, opening the door for us.

“Well, looks like you’ve
both been through some shit. Come in, let me get you a shirt, dude…”

Her home was warm, and as
nice on the inside as it was on the outside. It was decorated in mostly white;
a white plush carpet, white furniture in the living room, everything looking
pure and immaculate. I thought, suddenly, how different it was from the
apartment we’d shared with our father, so long ago.

We hadn’t spoken of that
time in quite a while; we’d both taken great strides to pretend we’d never had
a father at all, though he persistently wrote us long letters about how we owed
him, how we were neglecting him, how we had turned out to be just the sort of
terrible bitches he’d always expected.

“Where’s Mike?” I asked as I
entered, followed closely by Trigger.

“He’s got a late night at the
store,” she said. “It’s doing well, but it takes a lot to keep up, you know?”

“Trigger, I…” I turned to
him, just in time to see his eyes rolling back into his head. He made a
groaning sound and began to slump. “Shit!”

Jennie moved to him just as
I did, and we caught him by the arms, his weight substantial even for both of
us. Her eyes met mine, eyebrows raised.

“Some shit, huh?” she asked.
I almost burst out laughing.

“Some shit,” I agreed, my
knees starting to buckle slightly from trying to hold him up.

“Well, let’s get him to bed,
and then you need to tell me about all that shit,” she said, beginning to move
down the hallway that branched off the living room.

I noticed, with a mixture of
sadness and love, that there was a collage framed on the hallway wall. A
collage of the two of us, pictures taken when we were little, all the way up to
the last time we’d seen each other. Beside it was a framed picture of Mike and
Jennie. But I didn’t have much time to examine them, as Jennie grunted and kicked
open a door.

“Guest bedroom,” she said,
breathless as I was from the struggle to move him. For a lean guy, he had a ton
of muscle that made him heavy as a load of bricks. Finally, we hoisted him onto
the bed, and, panting, I removed his shoes.

“I’ll lay out some clothes
for him…and a towel…he kind of stinks,” Jennie said, crinkling her nose.

“Yeah, he does,” I said,
staring down at his sleeping form. It was no wonder he’d passed out after the
events that had led us there. I guess there was something in that look, because
Jennie reached over and gingerly grabbed my wrist.

“Tell me about him,” she
said, pulling me away. “Over some wine?”

“Wine? Jennie, you’re not
old enough to drink,” I said. She looked back at me, giving me a devilish sort
of smile, something she’d developed as a teen.

“C’mon,” she said, and I had
to smile back. It just felt so
nice,
being
with her again, being accepted into her home, seeing her so…happy.

We talked for two hours
about what Trigger and I had just been through. The fight, the plan to have
Trigger take the fall, his inability to break that promise he’d made so very
long ago. Jennie was quiet, mostly, just listening, asking questions here and
there.

“Cass,” she said finally,
after we’d both had two glasses of wine and the story was over. “You really
love him, don’t you? I mean, you never…you never stopped. I remember, you used
to talk about him, and get this look in your eyes…”

“No, I never stopped. Even
when I knew I should forget him, I never could. He was…he was my man, Jennie.
My first man. And he…he did things for me that…”

Just as I found myself
struggling to explain those things, that they were physical, emotional, even
spiritual, we heard him enter the room.

“Um,” he said. “Thanks for
getting me to bed. I guess my body just…”

He shrugged. Noticing the
mostly-empty bottle of wine, he offered us a knowing smile.

“Been catching up?”

“A little,” I said, my eyes
darting from Jennie to him. The wine hadn’t just helped open me up to Jennie,
or relax me after my ordeal. It was now making my eyes travel over Trigger’s
lean, rough body, drinking in the spectacular sight of him. Though he was dirty
as hell, it only made it more exciting for me to look at him and know that
maybe…maybe…all those fantasies I’d held onto through the long cold Colorado
nights might have a chance to live again.

“Dude, this might sound
rough, but you need a shower,” Jennie piped up. Trigger looked down at himself
and chuckled.

“I suppose I do,” he said.

Jennie pointed to a room at
the end of the hallway he stood in.

“That’s the bathroom. No
trick to the shower. And use any old towel you like,” she said. Trigger tipped
his head to us and turned around, walking into the bathroom. My gaze lingered
after him even when the sound of falling water filled the house. My mind
immediately pictured him naked, and I felt my sex come alive the slightest bit.

“Sis,” Jennie said, calling
me back from my dirty reverie. “You’re drooling.”

“Oh,” I said with a fiery
blush, taking the last large gulp from my wineglass. Jennie laughed and pulled
the glass from my hand.

“Dude, go,” she said. I
looked at her, puzzled. She raised her eyebrows and motioned with her head to
the bathroom.

“What?” I asked, catching
her drift but being somewhat unwilling to accept that my little sister was
encouraging me to engage in a dirty shower with my biker ex-boyfriend in her
home.

“Shit, Cass, just
go.
Every time you look at him, I feel
like
I’m
about to get pregnant from
the heat between you,” she said. “Besides, to be honest? You need a shower,
too.”

“Jennie, this is highly
inappropriate,” I said, though the warmth of the wine was making my protest
weak. “This is your house and…”

“And I’m giving you full
permission to get you some,” she said, rising from her seat, gathering the
empty glasses. “Just go, will you?”

With that, she left the
living room, disappearing into the kitchen. I stood up on slightly wobbly legs.
My heart raced. I closed my eyes, pictured my hands travelling down his chest,
pictured his cock coming to life in my hands, in my mouth…

With my hand on the bathroom
knob, I turned back one more time. Jennie was pouring out the last of the wine
into her glass. She gave me a shooing gesture. I gulped hard and opened the
door.

Trigger

I didn’t hear the click of
the bathroom door opening. I was too absorbed in the feel of the warm water on
my skin, running down, washing away the dirt and grime of the road. And too
busy thinking of what I’d done, the trouble I’d caused, the fact that there
would only be more trouble ahead.

Those men were going to want
my blood. And they wouldn’t stop terrorizing anyone and everyone who got in
their way until they got it.

And did I really expect
Reign and the club to protect me through it all? Hell, I probably wasn’t even
going to be a member anymore, after pulling that stunt.

But it was worth it,
I thought, and realized how true that was. It
had
been worth it. To see that piece of
shit blubbering and bleeding on the ground. Even just to feel
Cass’
body pressed against mine on the back of the bike,
her thighs wrapped around my lower back, her hands against my chest…

I gritted my teeth. I was so
hard it hurt. The memories flooded back, all at once, it seemed.
Cass’
hair across my face, her creamy white thighs under my
fingers, her back arching in pleasure as I…

The sound of the shower
rings clinking called me back. And she was there. Naked. In all her beauty. Her
pale, white skin, her full breasts, her sloping hips and generous thighs, her blonde
hair looking crazy and knotted from the ride, blue eyes gazing at me with lust
in them. She stepped in and closed the curtain once more.

“Cass,” I said, realizing my
cock was fully erect. She stepped forward, pressing her body to mine, and our
lips met. She tasted like wine, like clean, cold, water, like
her.

“Thank you, Trigger,” she
said, pulling away from me slightly. I watched her eyes travel downwards,
followed by her hand, small and soft against my chest. Her fingers fluttered
around my shaft and I felt my blood rushing, stiffening me further as her hand
wrapped around the head and gently stroked to the base.

“For what,” I murmured into
the top of her head, my hands wrapping around the small of her back, the feel
of her nipples against my chest, all her softness in my arms, driving me crazy
with desire. She was holding me, stroking me slowly, tenderly. But even that
slightest touch made me think I could come in an instant.

“For everything,” she said,
and before I could protest she dropped to her knees. Water ran down my back,
around her head, her hair dampening and sticking to the sides of her face.
Instinctively, my hands came to her head. Her tongue reached out and lapped
gingerly at the head of my cock, making me moan and thrust forward in need. She
obliged, opening her mouth wider to accept me, running her tongue along the
bottom of my shaft as her lips sucked me in.

“Fuck, Cass,” I moaned as I
slid into her open throat, her hands resting on my thighs for support. My hands
tightened on the sides of her head, wanting to hold her in place forever,
wanting to feel her soft, wet mouth pleasuring my cock for all eternity. She
began to bob up and down on my dick, slowly, taking a bit more in each time. I
could hear her breathing, ragged through her nose. I wanted to be gentle and
slow with her.

But I couldn’t.

My hips began to move in
sync with her, my hands on her head tightening even more. Looking down, I could
see her round, perfect ass wiggling in the air as I fed her every inch of my
cock, savoring the delicious sensation of her cheeks as they sucked in around
the shaft, her tongue driving me crazy as it pressed against the strong vein
along the bottom.

I could feel her moaning
around the base of my cock as I pressed it into her, and she opened her throat
even more, letting me slide the head of my dick into her so that I was
completely engulfed in her mouth, every inch of me being sucked and licked
until I thought I might explode. My balls churned dangerously, I could feel her
starting to gag, but I didn’t want to pull out, wanted to fill her with
my
cum, watch her swallow every inch of it and…

Her hand moved from my thigh
to my balls, the warm water that flowed around us creating a pool in her palm,
gently tickling and massaging me. My grip on her head tightened until I felt
like a human vise, my view of her plump ass reminding me that as good as this
felt, only one thing could possibly feel better.

I released her and pulled
back, leaving her to gasp for air, a string of her spit still connecting her
lips to my shaft. She leaned forward again, as though to take me in once more,
but I growled a protest. I was so hard it hurt, needed release more than I’d
ever needed anything, my cock throbbing, balls churning, stomach in knots.

“Get up,” I said, and when
she turned her face up to me it was all I could do not to grab the head of my
cock, give myself two quick pumps, and cover that beautiful face with my seed.
But she obeyed, rising to meet me.

My hands flew to her breasts
as I forced her onto her toes, my mouth covering hers once more, sucking her
tongue in between my lips and tickling the roof of her mouth. I opened my eyes
to see her own eyes half-lidded and drugged with pleasure as my fingers worked
her nipples. My cock was pressed against her stomach, and my hips moved gently,
the sensation of her flesh against me even better than her mouth had been.

“I need to take you,” I
said, pulling away from the kiss, and she cooed in appreciation. “Turn around.”

Again, she obeyed happily,
turning her back to me, moving back slightly so that my cock nestled just
against her ass. Hungry, I grabbed at her breasts once more, feeling her back
arch and strain for me, her thighs quivering. Moving one hand down, I found her
clit, and rolled it under my thumb while I explored her slit with one finger;
she was baking hot, and wet, ready for me, ready to be taken any way I wanted.

I moved a hand to her
shoulder and pushed forward, hard but careful so she wouldn’t slip in the wet
shower. She held her hands against the tile wall, her gorgeous hourglass shape
exposed in full, the gentle taper of her hips into her ass so soft and
luscious. My cock was pumping blood so fast I felt faint with lust, and as I
pressed the head of my dick against her spread slit, I wasn’t sure how long I
was even going to last inside her. I teased myself in, torturing us both.

“Trigger, oh God,” she
moaned. I felt her pressing back against me, her body’s need equal to my own.
Her pussy was hot and wet around me, soft and juicy, everything I wanted. I
inched myself in until I was halfway engulfed in her cunt, then reached forward
once more. I grabbed her shoulder. I held it tight.

“You’re mine again,” I
growled.

And then I pulled her back,
slamming my entire length into her, the sound of her screaming filling the
shower over the sound of water falling. Immediately, her thighs quivered and
her hips bucked, a flood of juices flowing out of her, over my balls,
christening me with her climax, her pussy vibrating and clenching around every
inch of my cock. I stayed in her as long as I could bear, filling her entirely.
It was only when I felt her orgasm begin to wane that I began to thrust, long,
fast strokes that plunged me deep into her depths, every little part of her
pussy feeling like it was made for my cock alone.

Once more, I felt my balls
churning. My hips sped up automatically, my lust pacing inside me like some
separate thing, some wild creature needing to be released.

“Trigger, I want you, I want
you so bad, fuck, I love you so much,” Cassie moaned in bursts of sound. “Come
in me, please…”

It was all I needed to hear.
I felt the short, sharp dagger of pleasure as my cock released its seed deep
inside her, each burst feeling like I was coming home again, where I belonged,
where I always wanted and was meant to be. Finally, I held myself still inside
her, our mixed juices making her cunt warm and even wetter.

As my cock wilted, I leaned
forward, kissing her gently across the shoulders. When
finally
I slid out, she straightened and turned to me, her eyes bleary and
pleasure-kissed. In that spectacular, bliss-soaked moment, I didn’t care about
anything but her, and looking into her eyes, and losing myself there forever.

“Trigger,” she murmured,
moving forward to enter my arms. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Me too, Cass. Me too.”

By the time I got out of the
shower, I felt cleaner than I ever had in my entire life. Cass remained,
wanting to wash her hair and soak in the warmth for a little longer. In the
cold tile of the bathroom, reality came crashing down again. I pulled a towel
around myself and snuck into the bedroom that I’d woken up in.

I had to call. It wasn’t
optional. I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay in that room, in that house, where
we were safe and could live out the rest of our lives together, and pleasure
each other every minute of every day.

But it wasn’t my room, it
wasn’t our house, and now that the last of my post-coital bliss was waning, I
knew that there was someone I owed even more than I owed Cassie.

Reign picked up on the first
ring.

“Trig?”

“Boss, what happened? I’m so
sorry. Did anyone…did anyone…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the words.

“No. We got pretty lucky.
Knicker
took one in the shoulder, Tiger got himself an ass
full of bullets, but no graves,” Reign said, sounding haggard. “Listen, Trig, I
don’t know what you were…”

“I wasn’t,” I said quickly,
my head pounding as regret seeped its way in once more. “It was…it was a girl…”

Reign’s sigh on the other
end of the line spoke volumes.

“Fuckin’ women, man,” he
said. There was a long pause. I shut my eyes tight, expecting to hear him say
to never come back, to mail him my cut and consider myself no longer a member
of the Black Smokes. “Well, I’ll bet she was worth it.”

I bit my inner lip.

“She is,” I said, still
waiting for the axe to fall.

“Well, you’re
gonna
have hell to pay, boy,” Reign finally said. “It’s
toilet scrubbing and immigrant runs for you for a long fucking time. Plus, I
still expect you to get that pretty face of yours pounded in the ring. If we
ever get a chance to fight you again, that is…”

“
Woah
,”
I said, “you’re not kicking me out? After all I did? All the trouble I caused?
You can’t…you can still…you trust me, still?”

“Kid, there
ain’t
a single one of us who hasn’t done something damn
stupid for a woman,” Reign said on the other end of the line. There was a long
moment of silence, and I could almost see his eyes closing as he thought of
what he’d went through with Gabriella, which was fairly club legend. “You been
good to us in every other way. Maybe asking you to take the fall in the first
place wasn’t fair. I don’t know; all I know is,
you’re
family, and you give your family the benefit of the doubt. No matter how much
stupid trouble they put you through.”

“Fuck, man,” I said, feeling
almost like I could cry from relief. “Fuck…thank you. Thank you, Reign. I
promise, I’ll do whatever it takes. I promise…”

“Yeah, yeah, boy, I know you
do. Now, more importantly, where the fuck
are
you?”

“I’m in Winnemucca,” I said,
wondering how much detail I should go into. “I’m pretty sure…I’m pretty sure
I’m safe for now.”

“Yeah, likely, I think most
of those punks are tailing us right now,” Reign said thoughtfully. “We’re at a
safe house, ‘bout halfway home. We should get there by early morning. They’re
gonna
come looking for you, Trig. I don’t know how long
before you’ll be able to come back…”

“They’re
gonna
come to Ditcher’s Valley, aren’t they?” I said, steeling myself for the
knowledge that I already knew, which would only be made more real by Reign’s
confirmation.

“I reckon so,” Reign said,
his voice growing dour. “We’re
gonna
have one hell of
a scene on our hands when they show up
lookin
’ for
you…”

“Well, they’re
gonna
find me, if they do,” I said, speaking before I even
thought about what I was saying.

“Like hell they are,” Reign
shot back. “You stay where the fuck you are, kid, or get someplace even safer
‘til we let this all blow over. I
ain’t
having that
shit. We got all the muscle we need right here to…”