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  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 d
etail 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…”