Trigger, page 16
A shiver finds its way up my spine at how perfect everything is.
I pull into the driveway and park my Beamer. Trigger is waiting on the front steps and as I turn off the car, he stalks towards me in that imposing way he has of walking. He opens my door, pulls me out of the car, then shoves me up against it and grinds his groin into my pelvis as he cups my face and kisses me hard. “Miss me?” he asks when he comes up for air.
I’m almost speechless as I stare at him. “What did you do?” I run my hand over the dark whiskers on his face, then through the hair on the top of his head. I even tug at the ring in his ear though I’ve already done that several times in the past few days. He was handsome before, but no beard, short hair, the tats on his throat exposed, the heavy silver chain around his neck, he’s rocketed his sexiness into the stratosphere.
He loses some of the cockiness he usually has. “Needed a change. Beautiful girl, new home. Thought I’d get a new me to go with it.”
I place a tender kiss on his lips. “You are the sexiest man alive, lover. In both your ‘before’ and ‘after’ pictures, but I have to say that you turn me on so much I could fuck you right here on the driveway.”
His grins the grin of a happy man. “Not yet. We’re too new to the neighbourhood.”
He grabs my hand and leads me up the steps and through the double doors of the townhouse into a magnificent front entrance.
I’m bewildered and in awe. “I don’t understand,” I say as I look around with wide eyes.
“I rented it from a Jury brother. We needed a place, thought this would work.” He pulls me in for a hard hug, his hand sliding down my waist and cupping my ass. “If it’s too early to move in together, you don’t gotta. I want you to, but I get it if you’re not ready.”
He’s excited in a way I haven’t seen him before and my heart gets giddy. There are so many facets to him that I’m discovering and every single one of them portrays a man who loves hard.
“It’s not too early,” I reply breathlessly as I untangle myself from him. Heavy petting can wait until after I’ve seen my new home.
“This place.” He sweeps his hand around the fully furnished and beautifully decorated townhome. “It’s temporary. A year’s lease, but we can walk away at anytime. Or buy it, Coyote says. Up to us.” He pauses. “Up to you.”
Up to me? I already know this place is perfect. “Show me around.”
He laces his fingers through mine and takes me on a tour starting at the upper floor where there’s a rooftop terrace with outdoor furniture, a barbecue cove, and a hot tub. It’s magnificent. The three bedrooms are grand and well proportioned. The huge master includes an ensuite and dressing room and the walk-in closet takes my breath away. It has floor to ceiling cubbyholes for shoes! I’d weep if it wouldn’t ruin my makeup.
The main floor has all the requisite rooms: a fully equipped kitchen with a breakfast bar and central island, a huge office with French doors, an entertainment room, and of course, a dining and living room. The ten-foot ceilings and oak flooring add a stunning elegance. I shiver as I look around me. This truly is the home of my dreams.
The tour ends in the living room. I pout. “I thought we could detour to the bedroom. After all, isn’t our goal to see each other naked?”
He seems nervous. “Later, babe.”
He almost pushes me onto the sofa, then pulls a bottle of red wine from the bar cabinet and unscrews the cap. “I hope you like it,” he says as he adds a few ounces to two glasses. He picks up the bottle and reads the label. “Says it’s a Meritage. Canadian.” He hands me one of the glasses and sits next to me on the sofa. “I couldn’t believe Canada made wine. Thought it was too cold there to grow grapes, but the guy at the wine store said it was one of their best. Ninety something points.”
He hands me one of the glasses, takes a sip of his and makes a face. “Fuckin’ knew that guy was lying. The only good thing from Canada is the poutine.”
“And Mikhael Hale.”
His eyes narrow. “Who the fuck is Mikhael Hale?”
“He’s a premier fashion designer. He’s dressed Beyonce, Winnie Harlow, and Bella and Gigi Hadid.” I smile as I take a sip of the wine. “The guy at the store wasn’t lying, Trigger, but I don’t think you really drink wine, do you?”
He takes another mouthful, this time choking as he swallows. “Never in my fuckin’ life, but I’d do anything for you.”
I take his glass and set it on the coffee table. “This wine is wonderful despite its Canadian roots, and if you can’t appreciate it, then I don’t want to share it with you. Go get a beer.”
He grins, gives me a hard kiss and stands. “It’s why I love you. You get me.”
“And I’ve got you.” I take another sip of the wine. It slides down my throat like chocolate on ice cream. “You’re all mine, lover.”
The intercom rings as he pops the top on a can of beer. “Be right back,” he says as he disappears.
I hear murmurs at the front door, then a few minutes later he materializes with several bags in his arms. “Hope you like Chinese,” he says passing by me towards the kitchen.
I trail after him with his beer, my wine glass, and of course the bottle.
“Sit,” he says as he places boxes on the kitchen bar top. “We got chow mien, chop suey, fried rice, ginger beef, lemon chicken, beef and broccoli.” He opens a few more cartons. “Something with cashews and shrimp, steamed rice.” He upends the almost empty bag. “Egg rolls and fortune cookies.”
I stare at the offerings. I’m a girl with a healthy appetite, but even I can’t eat that much. “This is a lot. I should have skipped lunch.”
He grins as he sets a plate in front of me and hands me a set of chopsticks. “I wasn’t sure what you liked so I ordered a bunch of different food.”
He sits next to me, and we dig in. At least he does. I keep looking at the shiny kitchen, the oak hardwood floors, the French doors off the dining room that lead to a lush stone alcove that reminds me of Italy. I’m consumed by the heat from Trigger’s body, his heady scent of soap, engine oil and musk. His big hands as they dwarf the fork he’s holding. The smokiness of his eyes.
I’m in this beautiful townhouse that’s ours for at least a year. More if we want it. I grew up on an estate in a huge mansion, lived with a couple of boyfriends who had decent places, shared a dorm room with other students, but I’ve never had a place of my own.
Now I do and I’m sharing it with a man that makes me bubble with happiness and sets my body on fire.
“You’re not eating,” he points to my plate with his fork.
I grin. “I’m in love.”
“Better be with me,” he growls.
I pick up a piece of lemon chicken and hold it in the air. “I am absolutely in love with you, gorgeous, but you only win by a small margin over the shoe shelf in the walk-in closet.”
I pop the chicken into my mouth as I watch his grin grow.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Trigger
I’m so fuckin’ nervous I can barely eat two helpings of Chinese food. I don’t think Evanee senses it though because she keeps looking around the kitchen, then craning her neck to look down the hall to the front door, around the corner at the living room, and outside to the little terrace with all the plants.
I’ve never been this happy in my life. I got the most amazing woman sitting next to me, got her a house she absolutely loves. And she gets who I am. I drink beer, ride a bike, eat Chinese food and she embraces it all.
I want to swipe the cartons off the bar top, lay her on it and eat her out. Who needs food when I’ve got the most delicious woman in the world sitting next to me? I get a boner and almost hop off my chair and let nature take its course.
But I don’t. Not yet, buddy, I say to my dick.
Instead, I pick up the bottle of wine and pour a couple more ounces into her glass.
“Thank you, lover,” she says, wiping her lips with a napkin.
“Let me get that for you,” I tell her as I capture her chin and press my mouth on hers in a gentle, lingering kiss. My dick’s so hard, I’m worried I’m gonna break the zipper on my jeans.
She slides her hand around the back of my neck, pressing me closer, opening her mouth and inviting me in.
Fuck me. I groan and pull back.
Her pretty lips pout. “What’s going on, Trigger?”
I pull at my collar as my stomach coils. Confident, cocky Trigger has left the building. “I’ve got something for you.”
At the garage when we were fucking and I promised her she was it for me, it got real. I’m not worried about our differences. We’re both too cool to expect each other to change. I’m not concerned that she’ll reject the violence in my life, my brothers, my club. She’s already seen that side and she’s still here.
She takes her wine glass as I help her off the barstool and lead her back to the couch in the living room. “Put the wine down. I got something to say.”
Her plump inviting lips pull down into a frown as she looks at the glass then me. “Before we officially move into together, you need to understand, that while I love you more than Coco Chanel, you should never come between me and my red wine.”
I grin and feel less nervous. “Put the fucking wine down, woman. You can have more when we’re done here.”
“Very well,” she replies primly, but with a teasing smile.
I thought about getting down on one knee, but that’s not who I am, and I’m pretty sure a girl eagerly participating in fucking on the hood of a car isn’t either. She may come from a posh background, but she’s got more grit than some of my brothers.
I tug the ring out of my pocket and hold it up. The jeweller told me that it was made of platinum with a 1.01 carat diamond, cut square, with high clarity and color. I took her word for it because I don’t know a fucking thing about engagement rings. “If you don’t like it, we’ll take it back and get something better.”
“I love it!” she breathes as her eyes glaze over. “Because it came from you.” She snatches it from me and slides it on her ring finger, then stretches her hand out in front of her and admires it. “Also, it’s a beautiful ring.”
“It came from Botswana, but the jeweller said it was responsibly sourced.” I pull her head up so she’s looking at me and not the ring. “I got a couple of things to say so I need you to focus on me.”
She glances at me, then the ring and back to me. She frowns. “I’ll try.”
I furrow my brow at her. “You’ll do more than try or I’ll take the ring away from you.”
“Like hell you will,” she replies hiding her hand under her ass. At least she can’t see it anymore.
I clear my throat. “I’m asking you to marry me again. Not when we’ve just had sex or before I get knocked out. I want you to understand I’m not fucking around.”
“I know you aren’t,” she interjects as she blows out a deep breath. Her eyes are bright, and her face is full of anticipation.
I return her beautiful smile. “I never thought about a future before I met you. I just lived day-to-day, slept wherever I ended up, fucked who I wanted to. I never wanted to change before, never wanted to be better.
“Now, with you in my world, I think about shit that matters. Like quittin’ smoking, global warming and where diamonds come from.” I wave my hand around the living room. “I never thought I’d ever want a three-bedroom townhouse in a good neighbourhood close to kindergartens. But now I do.”
I swallow because my throats getting tight. “But only with you. You and me, we’re like the best parts of each other.” I tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. “I’ll never cheat on you, never hurt you, never leave you. I promise.”
Her eyes get wet, but she blinks it away before it turns into tears. She pulls her hand from under her ass and looks at the ring then meets my eyes. “I’ll never leave you either, Trigger. Never cheat on you. Never hurt you. I will always love you and only you.” She glances down and strokes the ring. “I want a big wedding.”
I take the hand with the diamond and kiss the back of it. “You’ll get one.”
“I’ll always be a vet. Even if we have babies, I won’t stop working.” She’s talking to the ring.
I grab her chin and force her face up. I figure it’s the only way I’ll get her to look at me. “I expect that from you.”
“We’ll have pets. Rescues. I can keep some at the clinic, but some will come home with me.”
I hadn’t thought of that. “Will they eat the furniture or bite my Jury brothers?”
She smiles as her eyes slide back to the ring. “I’ll train them well before I bring them home.”
“No problem then.” I squeeze her hand. “What else?”
She twists her luscious lips. “I like to get my way, but I’ll compromise for you.”
Oh yeah. That reminds me. “One last thing. You’re gonna get out of the habit of flirting with guys and deliberately using your tits and ass to make a point.”
I finally have her full attention. “That’s how I negotiate,” she exclaims. “Or get out of trouble.”
I narrow my eyes as I jerk her body tight against mine. “Not anymore. You need to negotiate, I’ll get you a gun. You need to get out of trouble, you call me. I catch you doin’ anything other than politely talkin’ to other men, I will fucking put you over my knee and spank the living hell out of you.”
Her eyes light up as she kisses me hard. “That’s not exactly a deterrent, you know.”
Fuck me.
In one fluid movement, I shove her down on her back on the couch, yank her dress up to her tits, and tear her panties off. “Spanking will come later. I want dessert now.”
Then I fucking feast on her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Evanee
For some reason I’m nervous. I’ve met parents before, but Trigger is so damn cool, I figure his dad must be just as awesome.
We’ve been living together one whole day and neither Trigger nor I want to wait to set a wedding date. Parental approval doesn’t matter to us, but it would be nice to have them on board. I’d really like my dad to walk me down the aisle.
In the driveway, Trigger stops me. “Gotta let you know that mom topped herself when I was fifteen.”
That stops me cold. “I think we’ll need to talk about your timing. That information might have been helpful before we got here.”
He swats me on the ass. “So far my timing’s been perfect.”
I sigh. I love the man so much I’m willing to break the habit of using my sexuality to get what I want, and though I promised him I wouldn’t change him, I might have to have him work on his live-in-the-moment approach to life.
His father is standing on the porch, an older version of the sexy man beside me. He’s greying and balding, has a paunch, and isn’t as tall as Trigger, but the resemblance is in his broad smile and the way he tucks his fingers into the pockets of his new jeans.
“Dad, this is Evanee, the girl I’m gonna marry,” Trigger announces like I’m a brand-new Low Rider Harley. “Evanee, this is my old man, Robert Horne.”
Mr. Horne offers me his hand. “Call me Bob. Nice to meet you.” He looks past me and gives Trigger a quick wink.
“Hello Bob,” I say as I shake his hand. “You can call me Evanee.”
“Looks like my boy took my advice. You clean up pretty good, Casper.”
I look over the shoulder at my sexy man. “He sure does.”
Bob steps back with a wave of his hand. “I got you a new chair to sit in when you’re over.”
A lovely red high back lawn chair sits next to a significantly older faded blue webbed model with rust on its steel frame.
“Hey,” Trigger says as he walks me to my new chair. “I want a new one too.”
“Get your own,” Bob says as he sits in his recliner. He grins at me. “You’re every bit as beautiful as Trigger said.”
I took extra time getting dressed this morning. My hair’s tied back with a Prada metal hair clip to show off my Swarovski cushion-cut drop earrings and I’m wearing Paul Andrew shiny black platform espadrilles that match my scarlet sleeveless halter neck jumpsuit.
I sit and cross my legs, start to arch my back then stop when Trigger glares. “Thank you for the lawn chair,” I say to Bob. The jumpsuit clashes horribly with it, but it’s too late to go home and change.
Trigger sits beside me. His chair groans under his weight, and I’m worried it’s going to collapse.
“We moved in together, dad. Gettin’ married next,” he says.
Bob sticks his bottom lip out. “Well, you’re grown-ups. You do what you’re gonna do. I’m not gonna say different.” He sounds just like Trigger right down to his enunciation of words.
“Figured you’d say that,” Trigger says. “We’re gonna have a big wedding.”
The doubt shows on Bob’s face. “Thought you’d wanna run off to Vegas to tie the knot.”
“Nope. I picked the house we’re living in. Evanee gets to decide on the wedding.”
I smile in what I hope is charming and not seductive. “It’s been a dream of mine since I was a little girl.” I want to tell Bob how much I love his son. How he fulfills me like no other man, but I sense that he’s not really the touchy-feely type. “My parents will expect it.”
He abruptly changes the subject. “I got beer. And a bottle of red wine.” He turns to Trigger. “Get it for us, will ya.”
Silence grows as we wait for Trigger. “I like the chair,” I tell him. “Now that I know it’s red, I’ll wear the right color next time I visit.”
His face blanks and he drums his fingers on the arms of his chair while I pretend I’m interested in the house across the street.
Finally, he says, “It’s a good one. Ordered from Amazon. I’ve got the Prime membership, so it arrived overnight.”
