Chapter 16
16
Trigger
I sighed when the door to our room upstairs slammed shut so hard, the roof above my head shook. Scorpion clapped my shoulder, shooting me an understanding smile. “He’ll come around,” he assured me. “He just needs time. You saw how he spiraled when Sophia was attacked.” I swallowed thickly, remembering how wasted he’d gotten. And he’d fucked his way through every club hang-around we had in an effort to get the haunting image of our woman out of his brain. Johnston had just about lost his shit with him. I hadn’t cared too much about his methods of coping at the time, but now, I knew if he tried that shit, I’d fucking lose it. “If something happens to you, he might not be able to get through it.”
With that, Scorpion strode away, heading for his wife, who was wiping down glasses behind the bar. Deciding to give Chase some time to himself, I pulled my burner phone from my pocket and strode back into the chapel, typing in Blayke’s number. He answered on the third ring, sounding winded. I smirked.
“Balls deep in pussy?” I teased.
“Fuck you,” he grunted, making me snicker. I heard a woman moan in the background and knew he hadn’t stopped fucking her just because I’d called—the kinky fucker. “What’s up?”
“Need you, Dom, and Lawson to come out to the Texas charter,” I informed him. “We’ve got some planning to do, and I want the three of you with me for whatever we decide to execute.”
“Alright,” Blayke grunted. “I’ll touch base with Johnston, and then, we’ll hit the road.”
“Get your nut in first,” I taunted because I just couldn’t fucking help myself. “This can wait that long.”
He snorted. “Go fuck yourself, Trigger.” With that, he ended the call.
I shoved my phone back into my pocket, then slipped out of the chapel, heading for the stairs. Sophia cut me off halfway, and I arched a questioning brow at her. I was surprised she hadn’t tried to go up and check on Chase herself.
“Yes, sunshine?”
“Is Chase okay?” she asked, glancing behind her toward the stairs before looking back at me. “He seemed pretty pissed. I didn’t think it’d be a good idea to disturb him right now.”
I sighed and cupped the side of her neck, leaning down to softly kiss her. She sank into me easily—like letting me support her was as easy as breathing. And fuck, it made me all warm and fuzzy inside to know she trusted me this deeply. Especially knowing that before she’d finally given into Chase, she’d hated bikers due to her shitty past with her father.
“I pissed him off,” I told her honestly. “Give me some time to fix things. He’s just in his feelings. You know how he gets when it comes to our safety.”
She frowned at me, and her brows pulled low over her pretty eyes. “What’s going on, Trigger?”
I shook my head at her. “I’ll fill you in on what I can later, okay? I promise. I need to get upstairs to him before he hurts himself more than he probably already has.”
She nodded and moved out of my way. I jogged up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. When I pushed open the door to our room, I could hear the shower running, and I sighed, rolling my eyes. He knew he wasn’t supposed to shower with those fucking staples in.
He was on a goddamn roll today, apparently, and his end goal was to piss me the fuck off. Tough for him—I had endless patience for him.
I stripped out of my clothes and then made my way through the open bathroom door. He was standing under the spray of water, his head hanging down, one hand braced against the wall. Pausing, I took a moment to admire him and drink him in, taking in the ink bleeding across his skin and the muscles bunching in his back from tension. He was truly fucking beautiful in a rough and rugged kind of way.
He jerked in alarm when I stepped into the shower with him, spinning him around to face me. I didn’t even give him a moment to open his mouth before I was kissing him and backing him up against the shower wall, getting him out of the spray of water. He grunted when his back met the cold tiles, but then he was moaning and arching into me as I wrapped my fist around his hard cock.
God, I couldn’t get enough of how quickly he responded to me.
“I’m still pissed at you,” Chase growled when I pulled back enough to let him catch his breath.
Dropping to my knees in front of him, I threw him a smirk full of sensual promises. His breath hitched in his throat, and he widened his stance, his fingers coming down to lace in my hair.
That’s it, baby. Give in to me .
“You won’t be in a minute,” I promised. And then, I sucked his cock to the back of my throat.
His moan was obscenely loud when I swallowed around him. The tang of Chase’s skin burst over my tongue, and I groaned around him, my hands sliding up his hair-roughened thighs until I was gripping each of his firm ass cheeks. Chase’s hips bucked, a desperate whine I knew he’d never admit to sounding in the shower.
I was leaking onto the shower floor, so fucking hard it hurt, but my goal wasn’t to get myself off. My goal was to relax Chase and make him not mad at me anymore. Having him angry at me left me untethered and feeling hollow.
Didn’t he know I was doing this for him ? If I were in his position, I knew he’d be doing the same thing I planned to. He’d burn whole cities to the ground for me. I saw it in him, even before he admitted to himself how he felt about me.
Chase loved hard and fucking deep.
“Touch yourself,” Chase rasped. “I need to see you get yourself off, Trigger. This ain’t a fuckin’ one way street,” he growled, his southern accent thickening his words. It was rare he let his accent slip. He preferred to hide it, but when he was lust drunk or even just tired, the Chase he’d been before he became a member of the Satan’s Worshippers MC shone through his hardened exterior.
I gripped my aching length in my fist, and Chase and I moaned at the same time. Ignoring the pain in his body, Chase drove down my throat so hard and fast, I choked and spluttered. His eyes darkened, the sounds only seeming to spur him on. I relaxed back on my heels, tilting my head back a little to give him a better angle. And he took advantage, wrecking my throat until snot and drool ran down my face and chin.
“I’m gonna come,” Chase snarled down at me, and that was all it took. My balls drew up tight, and I moaned around him as I spilled into my fist and onto the shower floor. With three more rough thrusts down my throat, Chase came too, growling my name as he pressed my face to his pubes, forcing me to remember how to breathe through my nose as I waited on him to finish flooding my throat with his cum.
Chase finally sagged back against the wall, and I stood to my feet, biting back a wince at the pain in my knees. I was getting too old for this shit, but that didn’t matter. Whenever Chase needed me, I’d gladly kneel at his feet and open my mouth for him.
“Do you get why I’m angry?” Chase asked when I began to gently soap him up, being careful to avoid the places he had stitches and staples.
“I do,” I told him honestly. “But being pissed at me won’t change my mind, Chase.” I gripped his chin and brought his face around so we were looking at each other. “There’s nothing in this world that will stop me from getting revenge. For making them pay for touching you. And I know, if it were me this had happened to, you’d be doing the same fucking thing. The only reason you didn’t for Sophia is because you didn’t know who was behind it at the time. But now, we do, and I’ll slaughter all of them for touching you and marking you.”
Chase’s shoulders deflated, and he leaned into me, resting his forehead on my damp shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him, sliding my soapy hands along his muscular back. “If you don’t come home to me, Trigger, it will be the beginning of my villain origin story, understand? I will go fucking feral. Johnston will have to put me down to put a stop to me and my destruction. Because I will not be able to hold myself together and see Sophia fall apart, too.”
Gripping a handful of his hair, I pulled his head up to rest my forehead on his. I cupped his neck with my soapy hands and stroked my thumbs over his throat. “Everything will be fine,” I promised him. “I swear to you, I will walk through those clubhouse doors whole and alive.”
Chase’s soft breath blew across my lips. “Don’t you break your fucking word to me.”
“I won’t,” I vowed.