Chapter 14
TRIGGER
I unlock my door and gesture for Aerianna to enter before me. She walks past, swaying her hips, driving me insane with lust, need, and something I don’t want to name. This isn’t just want anymore, it’s a pull, a force that’s dragging me into dangerous territory. Fuck, she is driving me crazy.
I shake my head and follow her inside, closing the door behind me. Leaning against it, I close my eyes for a moment, steadying my breath. This shouldn’t be happening. I have a club to protect. A mission to finish. Aerianna is a distraction I can’t afford, but fuck if I don’t want to get lost in her anyway. When I open my eyes, Aerianna is staring back at me, questions swimming in the grey depths I’ve come to crave. “Now, can you explain what’s going on?”
She moves to the bed, sitting on the edge, and pats the spot beside her. A simple gesture, yet it unravels me. I should walk away. I should put the club first, just like I always have. But for the first time in my life, I don’t want to. I gather up all my willpower and sit beside her. Aerianna’s body heat scorches my skin, causing what little willpower I have left to crumble to dust.
Aerianna turns her head, looking into my eyes. Everything I’m feeling reflects back at me, uncertainty, desire, something deeper that neither of us wants to name. Before she can answer my question, my lips crash onto hers, and I pull her closer.
Aerianna hesitates for a split second, but then she gives in. She’s fire, and I should be afraid of getting burned, but I don’t care. I want the flames. Her lips and tongue mingle with mine.
Throwing a fuck-it to the wind, I hoist Aerianna onto my lap. She straddles my hips, her hands knocking the hat off my head, fingers tunneling through my hair, nails digging into my scalp. A low moan climbs from her throat as she rocks against me, igniting a new kind of war inside me.
A war between my duty and my need for her.
A low moan climbs its way up Aerianna’s throat as she presses her heat down against my groin, begging to be set free. I grip her hair, tilting her head back so I can devour the column of her throat. I should stop. I should put the club first. I should remember that she’s an FBI agent, and I’m the Treasurer of the Royal Bastards MC. That she’s the one woman who could destroy everything.
But I don’t stop.
Releasing Aerianna’s head, I skim my hands down her sides until they’re resting on the hem of her t-shirt. I stare into her eyes, waiting for a sign. Aerianna nods her head, letting me pull her shirt off her head. I unclasp her bra, letting it fall between us. My mouth descends on the succulent flesh as my fingers work fast to unbutton her jeans and slide the zipper down.
Aerianna yanks off my cut and places it on the bed next to us. Aerianna doesn’t hesitate as she strips me of my shirt, baring me completely. We’re a mess of lips, tongues, and teeth as we ravish each other’s mouths.
I pull away, breathing hard. I cup Aerianna’s cheeks in my palms and make her look at me. “Once we cross this line, there is no going back. You. Are. Mine.” I growl, and it terrifies me how much I mean it.
Aerianna pulls herself closer so we’re skin against skin. The hard peaks of her nipples dust against my chest. “You. Are. Mine.” She states.
Three little words. A promise or a warning, I don’t know which. But they undo me.
I stop fighting what she means to me and go with it. My mouth crashes against hers, capturing her plump bottom lip between my teeth and gently nipping the skin. Aerianna whimpers, and I force her to stand up.
“Jeans off, Little Kitten,” I demand, smacking her ass.
Aerianna lets out a yelp of surprise and quickly removes her jeans, socks, and shoes. Now, she is standing in front of me in a pair of black silk panties that hug her skin.
I trace the hem of her panties with my fingertip. “If I take these off, will you be soaking wet for me?”
Aerianna nods her head, the control she tries to maintain is no longer present. “Yes, Trigger.”
I shake my head, a low growl leaving my throat. “Call me Carter when we’re like this.”
I remove the rest of my clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. Normally, it would bother me, but not right now. She’s unraveling me in ways I never expected. My focus is on Aerianna, her tight nipples, rapidly rising and falling chest, and her soaked panties.
Aerianna’s eyes drink me in, and when she whispers my name, “Carter,” I lose it.
I yank off her panties and lift her into my arms, the heat of her center soaking into my skin. My mission, my club, my duty, they’re all afterthoughts as I lower us onto the bed.
Aerianna hooks her feet around my boxers, pushing them down. Her eyes widen as I spring free. “Shit, you’re huge.” The words slip out before she slaps her hand over her mouth.
I chuckle. She’s seen criminals, killers, and the worst the world has to offer. But somehow, I’ve left her speechless.
I chuckle, “Little Kitten, last chance to back out now.” I nudge her opening with my shaft, holding back by sheer willpower. “Are you sure about this?”
Aerianna lowers her hand from her mouth, cupping my face with a touch that’s both tender and unyielding. “I’m done fighting this, Carter. I want you completely. Just don’t make me regret it.”
Something inside me snaps.
I surge forward, sinking into her warmth as she tightens around me like she was made to fit me.
Pleasure and torment crash together. Bliss, because she’s perfect. This feels inevitable, like fate pulling us under. Damnation, because I already know I won’t be able to stop.
The club, my brothers, my mission- they should be my focus. But I just surrendered to my greatest weakness, and now I don’t think I can ever let her go.
“Fuck, you feel incredible.” I groan, withdrawing only to claim her again, slow and deep. I make love to Aerianna like she’s both my salvation and my undoing.
Her body tightens around me, and she shatters, dragging me with her into ecstasy. She takes us both to a place that’s both heaven and hell. Heaven, because she’s everything. Hell, because walking away now is no longer an option.
“Carter,” she moans breathlessly, her sweat-soaked skin wrapped around mine.
My arms are around her back, pulling her against me as tight as I can. Like, I can’t get close enough. I pump a few more times and shudder as her warmth hits my sensitive skin. “Fuck, Kitten.” I kiss her gently on the lips as I slow my hips. Once both our orgasms are through, I release her and flop on my side, pulling her with me.
Spent and breathing hard, I kiss Aerianna again. Once I’m done kissing her, she rests her head on my chest with her ear over my heart. I should get up and use the bathroom and get a washcloth to clean Aerianna, but the beat of my heart lulls Aerianna to sleep, and I follow.
I don’t know what it is about Aerianna, but I don’t plan on ever letting her go.
A loud knock startles me awake. “What the fuck?” I groan, scrubbing my hand down my face. Aerianna shifts slightly on my chest but doesn’t wake up.
Another pound on my door has me cursing as I climb out of bed. I pull the blanket over Aerianna’s bare body, instinctively shielding her even though she’s out cold. The way she’s sleeping, deep and unbothered, tells me she hasn’t had real rest in a long time.
The pounding starts again, and I swing the door open, naked like the day I was born. “What the fuck do you want?” I growl, coming face-to-face with Capone, Blayze, and Zach.
Capone raises an eyebrow. “What’d you find out?”
Blayze tries not to laugh but fails miserably. “And I don’t want details.”
I run my hands through my hair. “Yeah, about that? We got a little distracted.”
Zach crosses his arms over his chest, unimpressed. “We can see that. Can you at least put some clothes on so I don’t have to keep looking at your junk?”
“Give me five, and I’ll be out,” I mutter, glancing back at Aerianna, who is still sleeping. “I don’t think she’s slept in a while, and I don’t want to disturb her.”
I shut the door and glance back at Aerianna. The worry lines on her face are gone, replaced by something softer, peaceful, almost innocent. If only life gave us more moments like this.
I’ve found my temptation, and I will do everything I can to keep her.
I dress quickly, throwing on a pair of jeans, a black tee, and my cut before slipping my boots on. Grabbing the printouts Aerianna got from Bones, I step out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me.
When I walk into the Common Room, Capone, Blayze, and Zach are at a table near the bar. Danyella is perched between Capone’s legs, Monica draped across Blayze’s lap. Aftermath’s mom, Silver Grace, sits next to Zach, deep in conversation. The six of them are in a heated conversation when I approach.
I slap the papers onto the table, getting their attention. Silver Grace takes one look at me and leaves without a word. Capone nudges Danyella off his lap, and Blayze does the same to Monica. They saunter away, tossing teasing looks over their shoulders, but the moment is lost on me because I’m thinking about Aerianna asleep, naked in my bed.
I get it now. That connection, that possessiveness, something I used to mock. But after earlier today, after Aerianna, I understand. And it scares the shit out of me.
“Where are the Patch Bunnies?” I ask.
“Which ones?” Capone sits back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Khandi, Lexi, or Georgia.”
“Khandi and Lexi are at the store with Seth and Jax. Georgia, I have no idea. I haven’t seen her since yesterday.” Capone narrows his eyes. “What’s going on, Trigger?”
I slide the papers apart and spread them across the table. “What’s going on? One of those three is responsible for my sister going missing.”
Zach picks up the documents and flips through them. “How do you know?”
“Because Aerianna is smart. Too smart for me.” I shake my head. “She figured out how Jonas got in here and got to Elise.” I tap the papers left on the table with my pointer finger. “One of these three let him in. Since we know where the two are and not the third, my money is on Georgia.”
Capone’s jaw clenches tight. “Find Bones and tell him to track this bitch down.”
“On it.” Blayze stands, already dialing his phone as he walks away.
Capone shifts his gaze back to me. “Anything else?”
I hesitate. Do I tell them? Will Aerianna want to be a part of my world? Does she even want to? We’re on two different sides of the law, but the way she makes me feel, I can’t let that go.
Zach smirks knowingly and raps his knuckles on the table. “Love is a fickle bitch, isn’t it?”
I clear my throat, and my gaze settles on Capone. “I want to claim her as mine if you’ll allow it.”
Capone leans back in his chair, lighting up a cigarette. He inhales and then exhales a slow drag of his cigarette, assessing me, driving me crazy with anticipation. He looks around the room before his cold, dark eyes settle on me. “If you’re serious, there’ll be rules. I can’t have a FED snooping around my Clubhouse. She’s either all in or nothing.”
“Now, wait a minute, Capone.” Zach cuts in. “She’s a damn good agent. Don’t you think that will be beneficial? Like the way you and I work? I’m a cop, but I’d never do anything to harm this Club or my daughter.”
Capone considers this, his expression unreadable. “You have more skin in the game than she does.” He takes another drag, then flicks the ash into an empty bottle. “I’ll tell you what, Trigger. Let’s put this on the back burner. Get your sister back first. Then we’ll talk.”
I nod, swallowing my frustration. It’s not a no. That’s all I can ask for. But what about Aerianna? I know what I want.
The question is, does she?