Chapter 25
Sighing, I set down the screwdriver I’d been holding, turning my head to scowl at Drew and Dom, who’d decided I needed their company.
News flash—I didn’t. Not one bit. I almost had this fucking truck up and running, and they were doing nothing but distracting me with all their bullshit.
Was this what it would have been like having siblings? If so, I was glad my parents were shitty enough to never give me one. Not that I would have wanted anyone else suffering with me through their abuse, but Jesus fucking Christ, I got too easily annoyed—clearly.
“Can you two fuck off somewhere else?” I finally growled.
Dom stuck out his bottom lip. I rolled my eyes. “Awe, come on, Trigger. Don’t be a dick.”
I scowled at him. “I am literally trying to fix my truck, and you two are distracting me. Go bother someone else. Quite frankly, I’m not?—”
I frowned, my words immediately dying when I heard motorcycles ride onto the lot. Turning my head, a grin tipped my lips when I saw Chase ride through the gate, Elias and Reese behind him. The Texas Charter’s black van pulled in behind them, Tango and Gabriel in the front seats.
I stepped away from the truck, my project long forgotten at the sight of my man. Drew scoffed. “Oh, now you’re not worried about being distracted? Asshole.”
I flipped him the middle finger, quickly eating up the distance between me and Chase as he parked his bike and slid off. As soon as that fucking helmet was off, I laced my fingers in his hair and crushed my mouth to his in a kiss hard enough to hurt. He groaned, his hands coming up to fist my plain white t-shirt. When he tugged me closer and our body’s aligned, I barely bit back a moan.
God , I’d missed him like fucking crazy.
“What are you doing here?” I rasped when I finally pulled back, both of us breathing heavier.
He licked his kiss-swollen lips. “Johnston sent us to pick up a shipment of guns for him. I told him to keep it under wraps so I could surprise you.”
I chuckled and grabbed his hand in mine before leading him toward the clubhouse doors, eager to get him inside and up to my room. It’d been weeks since I’d been with him and Sophia. Months . I’d managed to get up their way a few weeks ago, only able to stop long enough to fuck Sophia in her office for a quickie and give Chase the blowjob of a lifetime before I had to hit the road again to get back here.
Johnston had chewed my ass out up one side and down the other for detouring and possibly putting me, Geek, and Law at risk, but honestly, it’d been worth it. So fucking worth it. And honestly, Geek and Lawson had been on board with my plan for me to see Sophia and Chase.
I snatched my personal phone off the charger and dialed up Sophia as soon as I walked into the room. Chase kicked the door shut, and then, he was on me, his hands working at my belt. When she finally answered, he already had my jeans beneath my ass and was bending me over the bed.
Fuck yes .
“What— oh ,” she breathed, her pretty eyes widening in surprise. I grunted when Chase shoved two slick fingers inside of me. When he leaned over me to mouth at my neck, I moaned, arching my hips back to make it easier for him to stretch me open. I used toys like nobody’s business, especially when Chase and Sophia did video calls with me while he fucked her or she rode him, but I knew they were no match for Chase’s thick cock.
“Hey, sunshine,” I managed when Chase pulled his fingers out, only to plunge three in. I groaned, my legs already trembling.
It had been way too long since I’d been with him like this.
“I see Chase made it safely,” she teased, a shit-eating grin tilting her lips. Jessica called her name, and she moved the phone away from her face for a moment, shouting, “I’ll be there in just a minute!” When she looked back at me, her smile was coy and full of teasing promises that made my cock throb. “I’m helping Jessica paint their living room. You two have fun. Let me know how hard he makes you come.” She blew me a kiss. “Love you both.”
And then, she was gone. I dropped the phone to the bed just as Chase removed his fingers. The tip of his cock pressed against my hole, and I bore down, letting him inside with a long, drawn-out groan.
“Fuck yes,” Chase hissed, his hands gripping my hips. His fingertips dug into my skin as he eased out. But when he pushed back in, it was hard and punishing, driving me up onto my toes. I moaned and pressed back, meeting him thrust for thrust. No words were needed between us. Animalistic grunts filled the room as Chase used me. And I fucking let him because he felt so damn good .
“Touch yourself,” he rasped. “I’m so fucking close, Trigger. I need you to come, baby.”
The moment my fist wrapped around myself, I detonated, coming all over the side of my bed and the floor. Chase moaned a moment later, his hips falling off rhythm, and then, he was coming, too. Filling me up. Marking me as his.
“Fuck,” he panted, leaning over my back and wrapping his arms around me.
I nodded, my breath sawing out of my lungs. “Fuck is right,” I managed.
His breathy laughter vibrated against my back, and I grinned.
“You two—my office,” Johnston said as he walked into the clubhouse, Aaliyah hot on his heels. She smiled at Chase and dropped a kiss to his cheek before she disappeared down the hall to their room, her red hair bouncing around her shoulders like some runway model.
I’d never truly been interested in Aaliyah like that, but I had to admit she was a beautiful damn woman. Johnston was lucky as fuck to call her his.
Chase frowned at me. I shrugged. Fuck if I knew why we were being summoned to Johnston’s office.
We both stood and followed Johnston. When we walked inside, he made a motion for us to shut the door. Chase did while I dropped into the chair across from Johnston’s desk, wincing when pain shot through my ass. Chase’s lips twitched with a smirk as he leaned a hip on the side of the chair and crossed his arms over his chest, giving Johnston his undivided attention.
“Are you interested in transferring charters?” Johnston asked me.
I blinked because that had come out of left fucking field. “What?”
Johnston sighed in irritation. Fuck knew he was not a fan of repeating himself. “Are you?—”
I held up a hand, shaking my hand. “Wait—no. I heard you. It just shocked me.” I glanced up at Chase, then nodded, focusing back on Johnston. “Yes, eventually. I’d like to transfer charters. But I know that’s not doable right now.”
“We’re good with long distance, no matter how long that has to be,” Chase told him, his hand dropping to settle on my shoulder. I reached up to gently squeeze it.
“I know you weren’t going to bring this up on your own with everything going on,” Johnston said. “And Chase understands the club life. He’s the VP of the Texas Charter for a reason. But when all this Russian bullshit is over with, Trigger, you can transfer. Scorpion has already agreed to take you on. You’ll drop rank, but?—”
“I don’t care about rank,” I told him honestly. “Just being allowed to transfer at all is enough, Prez.”
He scoffed, scowling at me. “You really thought I’d make you three do long distance forever, Trigger? If I had to do long-distance with my wife at all, I’d probably lose my fucking mind. I’m an asshole, but I’m not fucking heartless.”
I smirked. “Jury’s still out on that one.”
He pointed a finger at me, and my smirk widened into a grin. “Don’t test me.” He made a waving motion. “Get the fuck out of my office. I’ve got shit to do.”
I stood, and Chase pulled open the door, stepping out first. I paused in the doorway, holding the handle. Turning to look back at Johnston, I said, “I know I’ve got a while here still, but I want you to know, you gave me a home and a family, Johnston. That’s something I’ll never be able to repay.”
He sighed, scowling at his laptop, not even bothering to look at me. “I’m not a sentimental fucker, Trigger, but you men gave me somewhere to belong, too. You trusted me when you didn’t know shit about me.” He jerked his chin toward the hall, then looked down at the spreadsheet in front of him. “Now get. I really do have shit to do.”
I chuckled and left the room, a grin pulling at my lips. Chase was waiting for me at the end of the hall, and he grinned at my huge smile. “Still got a while,” he reminded me.
I hummed and threw an arm around his neck. “Not if we take care of these fuckers pretty quickly.”
He shrugged one shoulder. “Still playing the waiting game.”
I licked my lips, eyeing him out of the corner of my eye. “But what if we weren’t?”
He stopped and turned to face me. I dropped my arm, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans. He crossed his arms over his chest. “What are you suggesting, Trigger?”
I flashed him a wicked grin full of teeth and pure darkness. “I say we start fucking shit up.”