Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

Trigger

I must be getting old. Either that or my dick is just getting pickier these days. Because the girl who's grinding all over me right now with a sweet little set of tits, a good body, and eager hands, which are trying to find their way to my cock, is doing nothing for me. Maybe it's because she's too eager to suck me off when I just met the girl five minutes ago. Maybe it's because there's no chase or challenge in getting into her pants. Or maybe it's because she just doesn't do it for me.

Or maybe…it's all of the fucking above.

Honestly, the last sweetbutt to really get me riled up was JoeJoe. She's the only girl who made my dick stir, and that's because she's not only a knockout but she's cool as shit. But the rest of the sweetbutts who've been hanging around lately hold no appeal. Their personalities are about as interesting as watching paint dry. Sure, I'll give in and get off every once in a while, because, hell, I'm a man, and if they want to suck my cock, who am I to deny them the pleasure. But they just don't get me going. And since JoeJoe is about to get married in two days, I can't turn to her anymore. Not that I'd want to. That girl is crazy in love with one of my closest brothers and both of them are so fucking happy it makes me thank the heavens they found each other.

The sound of my zipper going down pulls me from my thoughts. See—six fucking minutes into meeting the girl and she's already trying to get at my dick. Do girls really think us guys want our meat in the mouth of a stranger? Yeah, maybe some fucking do. And that's the problem. Me, I want to at least know where the girl has been first before I let her anywhere near my junk. I may like getting off, but I'm not interested at the stake of being contaminated. If you catch my drift.

I grip her head and gently pull her back up off the floor. When her eyes find mine, she looks totally confused. Really, is it that confusing that I don't want her lips on me right now? That maybe I'd like to know more than her name and who she came here with tonight before she gets me off.

"Babe, why don't you tell me about yourself?"

Once again, she looks at me like I'm an alien or a freak or some shit. I think she's realizing she chose the wrong brother if all she wants is a quick fuck. She should have chosen one of the prospects. Those guys are practically straight out of puberty and are still driven by their fucking hormones. They don't really give a shit who's attached to the other end of the pussy. They just want to get their dicks wet. And this is why I think I may be gettin' old.

"Oh, um…well," she starts talking and now I'm wishing I hadn't asked the question. Her voice is high pitched and grating. And the words coming out of her mouth aren't doing much for me either. "I'm twenty-three. I'm not working right now because I have no interest in being bored out of my freaking mind so I have plenty of time to hang out and have fun if you want. I love playing video games and shopping, by the way, if you're ever interested. Oh, and going dancing at the clubs. Do you like to dance?"

Seriously, I don't think I'm just a picky bastard; is this shit really sexy? Girl has no drive or aspirations. And how does she even pay for things like clothes, shelter, food? My guess is Daddy's credit card. I'm not even going to bother asking, though I'd love to know who's enabling this lazy mentality because it's starting to run rampant. People not wanting to put in hard work, not taking pride in accomplishing something, and then expecting everything in return. Damn, I get twitchy just thinking about it.

At least the sweetbutts we let in have jobs and goals and fucking dreams. Sure, many of them also dream of snagging one of us men and tying us down, but then, most girls do. They come out of the womb wanting to get married and have babies, so there's no harm in wanting that. But this girl… Yeah, I'm going to say that this girl won't be coming back after tonight. Her only dream is to fuck around in every sense of the word. And that shit ain't the Savage Knights, and definitely not who we want representing us either.

"Look, you're a sweet girl, but I don't think you belong here. You should probably take off."

Now, she's looking at me like I'm the biggest asshole on the planet. First, I didn't let her suck me—a complete stranger—off, and then I nicely tell her to leave and suddenly I'm a douchebag. Yeah, what the fuck ever. I'm not real bothered by what she thinks. All I really care about is getting her out of my sight. She huffs and stomps her feet, and is out the door like a toddler who just heard the word no for the first time. Yeah, I'm fucking too old for this shit.

I'm staring at the closed door, thankful at least that she didn't put up a fight because I really didn't want to have to tell her what exactly was going through my mind, but when the door immediately opens again, I think I spoke too soon. But instead of the entitled little brat, in walks a familiar raven-haired beauty, and a smile splits my face. JoeJoe is back, looking even more radiant than when she left, and I know it has everything to do with her upcoming wedding day. I start to walk toward her to finally congratulate my friend in person when I'm stopped in my tracks.

Following right behind her is another one of her, only this version of Joe is even hotter, which I didn't know could even be possible. I knew Joe had a sister, but I had no idea she had a twin. Damn. They aren't quite identical but pretty damn close. You can definitely tell a difference between the two though, and those differences that are in the second version of the sexy knockout have my dick straining at the jagged metal zipper of my pants. Hot damn.

I'm so taken by the raven goddess with the purple streaks running through her hair and the curves girls kill for that I don't realize Joe's standing before me until she wraps her arms around my waist.

"You didn't know I had a twin, did you?"

I shake my head. "Sure as shit didn't." My voice sounds just as awestruck as the rest of me.

She giggles and I look down at the girl who I consider a good friend, and then right back up at the spicier version of her. Everything about her twin is edgier. Not just the girl's colored hair, but the fact that she has a full sleeve of ink on her arm that I'm dying to run not only my eyes over every detail, but also my tongue. And where Joe likes to wear cute little skirts and cowgirl boots all the time, her sister is in black leather pants, a rocker tank top, and fuck-me red heels. I'm picturing her naked in those things right now, and holy shit is that image going to be burned in my mind.

"Hey, Nick!" Joe turns toward her sister and gestures her over. "I want you to meet one of my good friends."

Nick looks over in our direction and I swear the wind gets knocked out of me as our eyes lock together for the first time. It's as if time has just stood still and the entire room has faded away. Damn. I've never had this kind of reaction to a girl before, and I hate to admit it, but I've been around enough of them to know what I'm experiencing right now is a fucking anomaly. And judging by the way her stunning eyes are taking me in, the way her cheeks have just turned pink, the way her tongue is licking across her pouty lower lip, and the way her breathing seems to have shallowed, I don't think I'm the only one feeling the kilowatt current charging the air and running through the invisible cord linked directly between us.

Damn.

The sexy vixen seems to get herself together faster than me and I watch as she tries to hide her reaction. Her shoulders stiffen, her back straightens, and that little mouth of hers snaps into a firm line as she makes her way over to us. I, on the other hand, still feel like my tongue is hanging from my mouth, and drool may or may not be running down my chin.

"Nick, this is Trigger. Trigger, this is my sister, Nick."

I pull out of Joe's arms so I can pull her sister in for a hug, because that's how we greet family around here, and maybe more so because I'm dying for a touch, but the girl sticks out her hand for me to shake instead.

"Hi! It's nice to meet you…um…Trigger?" She turns and gives her sister a look, like my name is ridiculous and she can't believe she has to call a grown man Trigger. Then she turns her incredible green eyes back on me, and my heart gives me a good thump.

"It's nice to meet you, too, Nick." My brow goes up in the same gesture. Like her nickname is much better. Although, I think it's sexy as fuck.

Her eyes roll, and I have to bite back my grin. "It's Nichole Lauren Price. People call me Nicky for short. Or, Nick, if you're too lazy to pronounce the extra syllable like this one is." She turns and nudges her sister in the side, and Joe giggles at the teasing gesture. I can definitely tell that although they're the same age—twenty-five—Nicky is the older one in spirit. Older and sexier as all get out. Damn, I'm still struck by the girl before me.

"Well, Nicky, welcome to the family." I take her hand finally and try to pull her in for a hug and cut the formalities, but the girl stays rooted to her spot. She gives me a quick shake and pulls away fast, leaving me frustrated by her cold reaction. But then I see it: her throat swallows hard and a shiver runs down her spine as a mask gets set into place on her face. Oh, she's definitely affected, and the attraction is mutual, but she's fighting it with everything she's got. And now, I'm so fucking intrigued and turned on, I'm thinking it's not my age that's been the problem lately, it was just that my dick decided he was done playing the field cause right now he has his eyes set on one stubborn, sexy female who has no idea how ready I am for the challenge.

I watch as some silent communication transpires between the two twins, like they can read each other's minds and are having a full-blown conversation. Joe shakes her head in frustration and turns her attention back toward me. "Nick-y"—she glares at her sister as she adds the last syllable—"is going to be staying here with us for a few weeks. I wanted her to finally meet you all and see what the Savage Knights are all about."

I have to bite back my smile as the music falls from Joe's lips to my ears, because that's what it sounds like as she tells me my girl is going to be residing under the same roof as me for a bit. Or forever if I have my way. Now, I'll be able to see her every day and chisel away at those walls she seems to have resurrected. I'm curious if some asshole dropped some baggage off on her doorstep before taking off and leaving her with a broken heart. Or maybe she's still taken, and that's why she's trying to ignore the undeniable chemistry that's ever present between us.

Have to say, based on what I'm feeling, I could give a shit if there's a man in her life. I'd put all my money on the fact that whoever he is, if there is someone, doesn't do it for her, because otherwise she wouldn't have to be fighting the attraction to me so damn hard. Otherwise, she wouldn't be looking as if she wants to run from the room and hide from me. Yeah, she can try to hide, but I'll find her and be convincing her that if there is a man, he's not the right one for her. Because I'm the man that plans to lock her down and make all her dreams come true.

Fuck . I don't even know the girl and I'm ready to get down on one knee and propose. What the hell? For all I know, she could be a brat like that Lindy girl who was here earlier. Although, that'd be hard to believe given who her sister is because Joe is definitely made of true grit and is good people. But given my dick's reaction, I don't think he would give a shit either way. He'd still be game for a night of fun and to have those sweet, suckable lips of hers sucking all over him and my balls.

"Hey, Joe. Can you show me to my room and get me on the Wi-Fi? I really need to get some work done. A bunch of things came in while I was driving and some of them need to be addressed ASAP."

Nope. She's not like that Lindy girl at all. Nicky obviously cares about her job and her responsibilities. She's been here all of a few minutes and is already trying to tend to her business matters, whatever they may be.

"Sure thing." Joe smiles, and tells me she'll be back. She then leads her sister down the hall toward her old room. Joe's going to be shacked up with her soon-to-be husband now, Riff, so her old room will be vacant. Love that. It's two doors down from mine. So, I'll get to see my hot little vixen all the time.

Riff comes through the door carrying a bunch of bags and I'm positive they belong to Nick. I have an insane urge to make the guy drop her things and tell him that I'll be the one to look out for her from here on out, but decide I need to be patient. The girl already got spooked and ran off, and I don't want to go charging down the hall and barreling into her life and risk pushing her further away. I need to sit back, observe, and wait for just the right time to make my move. And I definitely need to gather more information from that sister of hers. I need to know if it's another male that I'm up against, because then I'll play my hand differently if that's the case.

Riff and Joe come back out moments later and I finally get to congratulate the happy couple on their upcoming nuptials.

"Congrats, you two! Seriously, couldn't think of a better man to take this one off the market." I pull Riff in for a hug and pound his back.

"Thanks, man." He moves back, and I pull little Joe right in next.

"Seriously, j-bear, love looks real good on you. And I'm so damn happy for you."

The big man to my side growls and pulls his woman right from my arms. Yeah, I get it. The jealous possessiveness. I'm sure it doesn't help knowing that she was a sweetbutt and most of us know exactly how lucky he's going to be for the rest of his life. Because damn, that girl is wild in the sack. Which has me wondering if that sister of hers, who looks even wilder on the outside, might give her sister's skills a run for their money. Shit. My dick is having a hard time understanding what the word patience is at the moment.

"Thanks, Trig. Sorry about Nick, by the way. She really doesn't understand the whole MC club thing yet, but she will. That's why I wanted her to come so she can see what you guys are all about. She also hates guys at the moment, like wants to have nothing to do with them, so don't take offense if she's rude. I'm hoping her opinion on that matter will change too while she's here and gets to see how great you guys are and how you're not like the rest of the assholes in the world. How you're a family."

Awesome. Not only does Nicky think the club is a joke but she's against my species at the moment. Good news is, there isn't a man in her life. Not so great news, I'm going to have a war on my hands to get through to her. Well, challenge accepted. I'll definitely be the one changing her opinion on the club and men. I'll show her exactly who the Savage Knights are and what we believe in and fight for every day. And I'll show her that not every man is a bastard. And that some of us are worthy of her time. Well, one man in particular is worthy of all her time.

The two lovebirds who are staring at each other like they're both about to combust into flames turn and in unison tell me good night and that they're heading up to their room. I chuckle as Riff tosses his girl over his shoulder and practically runs up the stairs. There's definitely a pain of envy seeing them together. Not because I ever wanted Joe, but because I want what they have. I want what my parents had. A love that lasts a lifetime.