Chapter 15
AERIANNA
Stretching my arms above my head, I smile, my entire body humming with satisfaction. Last night comes rushing back. The way Trigger's strong hands claimed me, the way his lips and tongue owned me in ways I never thought possible. He made me feel beautiful, precious, and dirty all at once, something I will remember for the rest of my life. The way he took me to heaven, he’s ruined me for any other man.
Good. I don’t want another man.
Only him.
I slowly open my eyes, shaking off the last tendrils of sleep. It’s been a long time since I have been able to sleep more than an hour or two, but in Trigger’s arms, I did. I roll over, and something shifts in the corner of the room and catches my attention.
“Shit.” My hand flies to my racing heart. “Carter, you scared the crap out of me. Why are you sitting in a dark corner?”
I sit up, pulling the sheets with me. I’m still naked from earlier. “Where are my clothes?”
Trigger stands without saying a word and walks to the side of the bed. He turns on the lamp, casting the room in a soft glow. “I didn’t want to wake you, Little Kitten.” He sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes darken as they roam over me. “When was the last time you slept?”
“Does it matter?” I ask, raising the sheet higher. “Why are you sitting in the dark?”
“Don’t hide from me.” He leans over and tugs the sheet down my chest, revealing my bare breasts. A low rumble of approval comes from the back of his throat, and my pulse quickens.
His lips descend on one tight peak, and I groan, threading my fingers through his hair. His mouth is hot and demanding, sending fire straight to my core.
“Oh, God.” The words slip from my lips.
Trigger releases me with a slow, torturous drag of his tongue and rises. His body hovering over mine. The sheet and his clothes are the only barriers between us. I spread my legs, giving him room, desperate for more. He captures my mouth in a deep, consuming kiss, making me squirm beneath him.
“We don’t have time to take you to heaven, Little Kitten,” he murmurs against my lips, “but I will get you close enough.”
Trigger kisses his way down my body, pulling the sheet with him as he goes. When his tongue and fingers find their mark, he sends me over the edge, his name a broken cry on my lips.
By the time we make it to the shower, I should be spent, but one touch, one look, and I’m bending over, my palms braced against the cool tile.
“I thought we didn’t have time for this,” I ask with a moan as Trigger drives into me at a punishing pace.
“Kitten, there is no way I’d be able to concentrate on what we have to do if I didn’t take you now.” His voice is a deep growl against my skin as he drives into me.
A tremor wracks my body as my orgasm takes me, and he follows right behind me.
We climb out of the shower and dry each other off. I want him again, but I know I have to put a lid on my libido. I’ll never get anything done if I don’t.
Once we’re dressed and my hair is braided down my back, Trigger pulls me into his arms. The contentment settling in my chest is foreign but welcome.
Then his voice turns serious. “Listen, we need to talk.”
I stiffen. “Seriously?” I pull away to give us some distance. My good mood is shattered, and I’m pissed. “Let me guess. You don’t want anyone to know about the fact that you fucked me and gave me multiple orgasms through the night? You want this to be our dirty little secret so word doesn’t get out you’re fucking a cop?” I snort. “No, wait, I got it. You’re embarrassed because of what I do so no one can know…”
Trigger silences me with a hand over my mouth. “That’s not it at all. Are you going to listen instead of jumping to conclusions?” I glare at him but nod my head.
He sighs and points toward the door. “Everyone out there knows how I feel about you. They know I’ve been fighting this for a while, and they don’t care. They don’t give a fuck if you are a FED, they don’t care if you’re the fucking Queen of England. They will only care if you hurt me.”
His words land like a punch to the gut. When he pulls me back into his arms, I go willingly, guilt creeping in, and tears spring to my eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur. “I’m shitty when it comes to trust. You’re going to have to give me grace.”
“And I react first and ask questions later,” Trigger says with a small shrug. “We’ll work on it together.”
I nod. “So, what’s the talk for?”
“We think we have a lead.” His tone shifts, all business. “Bones is pulling up one of the Club Bunny, Georgia’s, LKA. We need to be ready to move as soon as he has it.”
Excitement flares through me. “My hunch played out?”
“My hunch played out?” I ask with excitement.
“Oh, it gave us the lead we were missing. Capone is pretty impressed.”
I grin, and my good mood comes back. “Well, why are we standing around here? Let’s go get this bitch and get your sister home.” I pat Trigger on the chest.
I turn toward the door, but before I can take a step, Trigger lifts me over his shoulder, making me nauseous.
“Put me down, asshole!” I pound on his back as he steps into the hallway. “Motherfucker.” I grumble.
Laughter and conversation spill from the other room, and my stomach drops. So much for staying professional when a fucking caveman throws you over his shoulder and heads toward a room full of bikers. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” I mutter. “Trigger, I swear to…” A sharp smack lands on my ass, making me yelp. “What is wrong with you?”
“Like I said before, I react first and then ask questions later.” His voice holds nothing but amusement. “And you, my Little Kitten, happen to be on the receiving end of my trigger.”
“Fucker,” I grumble and give up fighting him on this. If this is the way he wants to introduce me to his Club, I guess I have to go with it. “One question, though.”
“What’s that?” Trigger walks further down the hallway. I can hear talking coming from the other room.
“Do I still have my job?” My tone is teasing, but he doesn’t know that.
Trigger pulls me off his shoulder, letting my body slide down his, his hands firm on my hips. His blue eyes lock onto mine. “Do you really want it?”
I shake my head, “No. It was a means to figure out some shit. But, no, I don’t.”
“Good, 'cause if you did, I’d let you, but I’d sit at your table every shift so no motherfucker could hit on you.”
I roll my eyes. “That doesn’t surprise me.”
Trigger slings his arm around my shoulders and guides me into the common room. The energy shifts instantly. The air is thick with tension. Men checking guns, loading knives, preparing for war. And among the weapons are things cops use, not criminals.
I scan the room. “What’s all this?”
Trigger’s lips curl into a smirk. “You didn’t think we were going in alone, did you?”
Capone slams a clip into a gun, his jaw tight. “When one rides, we all ride. Trigger needs to get his sister back, and we’re making damn sure that happens.”
A chorus of agreement echoes around us.
Adrenaline surges through my veins. This isn’t just a mission.
It’s a war.