Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

Trigger

W hen Nicky comes out of her room, I nearly crash into her. Not because we happen to be in each other's way, but because the girl looks so damn hot, it's taking everything in me to hold myself back from wrapping my arms around her, carrying her back into her room, and ripping that navy satin strapless dress right from her body. But I'd be leaving on those sexy-as-fuck silver spiked satin heels she's got on. Hot damn.

I didn't think the walking wet dream could get any hotter or make my pants any tighter, but all dressed up and with all that skin and ink on display, I may need to go change. My cock is already spewing at the end and I just took care of him before coming out of my room to get her. Just thinking about seeing her again had me needing to take the edge off. But after one look at the sexy girl, I'm right back in that throbbing state again.

All afternoon she's been locked inside that room of hers, and I kept trying to come up with reasons to come a-knocking again. But I resisted. I'm pretty sure my having slept with her sister pisses her off, and I need to figure out how to deal with that shit of a problem before I make my next move. I don't have a lot of regrets in my life because I'm a firm believer that our past is what makes us who we are and gets us to where we want to be, but right now, I regret having slept with JoeJoe. I would never have touched the girl had I known this version ever existed. I wouldn't have touched anyone had I known Nicky would cross my path one day.

"Damn, babe." I shake my head. "Never seen a sight I wanted to hold on to so bad."

And man do I want to hold on to her. I want to hold on to every inch and never let her go. After getting to experience her feistiness this afternoon and getting to be on the receiving end of that smart mouth of hers, as well as seeing how hard she works and how dedicated she is to her job, I'm sold. I still need to find out what it is she does, but whatever it is doesn't matter. Her dedication is hot as fuck. Then to top it all off, I got to see that sexy body of hers in her little tank top and shorts, with those perfect plump tits pointing right in my direction. Yeah, it wasn't only my dick who decided I want to keep her. The girl is mine. And now, I just have to figure out how to convince her of the fact.

But by the way she's eating me up from top to bottom and biting down on that lip of hers, I know I don't have to convince her body of anything. The chemistry between us is literally off the charts. She may be trying to deny it, but I know she feels it. I also know now that one of her hang-ups with me is the fact I've been with her sister. But I'm going to help her get past not just that, but all of her reasons. I'm going to knock those walls right down. And soon, I'll get her to see that she is the only one I want, and that my past doesn't exist anymore because all I can think about is my future. With her.

"Thanks," she says, pulling me from my thoughts, and it's obvious by the coolness in her voice that she's put up her guard again. "You actually clean up nice yourself. Now, should we head out? I don't want to be late for my sister's rehearsal dinner."

Yeah, she can play off the attraction all she wants, but I'd bet a million bucks I'm not the only one who just made a mess of myself. I bet her panties are soaking wet right now. That's if she's wearing any panties in that hot little number she's got on. Damn.

"After you." I gesture for her to go first, wanting to get a look at what she's packing in the back. As she steps in front of me, I take in every inch of that perfect peach of hers, hugged by the tight satin which hits her mid-thigh. My eyes slide farther down to her sexy calf muscles that lead to those fuck-me heels, and I have to give my cock a squeeze and adjust him in my pants. Hell, I'm not going to make it through the night without at least getting my lips on her for a taste.

When we get outside to my truck, I get a quick relief to my pain when I get to put my hands on her and help her up into the cab. Desperate to be close for a little longer, I reach for the seat belt and click it into place for her. Her eyes study my every move while mine study how fast her breaths are coming out and how hard her chest is pounding. Her breasts are heaving so hard her cleavage is about to spill from the strapless top, which is barely holding her in to begin with. And it's taking everything in me not to lean down and run my tongue along the crease.

Fuck!

I need her so damn bad. But again, I have to be patient.

Finding more willpower than even a superhero could garner up, I pull myself away, shut her door, and go around to my seat. For the first five minutes of the drive there isn't a single word spoken between us, but there is far from silence surrounding us. The panting breaths we're both struggling to take in are loud. My knuckles are white as I hold the steering wheel tight to keep myself from putting the truck in park, climbing over the center console into her seat, and pinning her with a kiss. I want to give her the air she's struggling to get right now. I want to breathe her into me and fill my lungs so I can finally feel like I'm not suffocating in lust.

"So, where is the rehearsal dinner being held?"

Her voice comes out breathless, and when I answer her, mine comes out just as strained.

"It's going to be at my bar. Trigger's."

"Oh, really?" Her head turns in my direction. "You own a bar?"

"Yeah, it used to be my dad's. I took it over after he passed."

She lets out a pained little gasp and shifts to face me in her seat.

"I'm so sorry, Trigger. How long ago did it happen?" The sweet sincerity in her voice causes a warmth to spread right through my chest. Damn, this girl gets to me.

"Thanks, babe." I turn and give her an appreciative smile before returning my eyes back to the road and ensuring I keep my precious cargo safe. "It happened five years ago. Still pains me every day, but having the bar helps. It reminds me of him and keeps him close."

She's silent for a long beat and I look over and see her staring out the window, lost in thought. When she senses me watching, she turns her head back. "Do you mind if I ask what happened?"

My knuckles grip the wheel even harder as I think about it. "He was killed in a carjacking. Fucker took my father's life over a scrap of metal and then ditched my dad's vehicle twenty minutes down the road. The cops still haven't caught the piece of shit who did it."

I feel her hand over mine, brushing against my knuckles, which have been making the wheel creak from the tension I have on it. She tenderly soothes the skin and my soul at the same time, and doesn't bother trying to put a bandage on my wounds with words. There really isn't anything one can say to make it better. Other than life can be a real bitch sometimes and the ones left behind are the ones who get to suffer. At least for my dad, I know he didn't suffer. It was a point-blank shot and he died on impact. It's the only thing I'm thankful for from that day.

"My mom took her own life seven years ago. Not sure if Joe ever told you that when you two were um…" She doesn't finish her statement but I know she wants to say when we were together. Joe hadn't told me anything because that's just the thing—we weren't together like a couple. So, I'm shocked by what I just learned about their mom. And that piece of knowledge sinks like a lead weight in my gut.

"No, babe. We didn't talk much."

Fuck! The moment the words leave my mouth I want to retract them. But I can't. She removes her hand from mine, and suddenly the air in the vehicle changes. It's not cozy and filled with concerned warmth anymore; it's frigid and cold and too damn lonely.

"Right. I guess you two were too busy doing other things."

"Hey." I reach over and grip her hand and pull it onto my lap. "I'm glad she didn't tell me anything because I want to learn it all from you." I want to add so much more of an explanation of what I had with her sister, more like what I didn't have with her sister, but that conversation is for a later date. Right now, I want Nick to share her life with me, to let me into that heart of hers and tell me about what happened with her mom. Mainly, I want to know how she's handling it all.

"I'm so sorry you lost your mom that early, babe. I can't even imagine."

I shake my head at the thought. I was thirty when my dad was taken from me, and it was so fucking hard. Can't imagine still being practically a kid at the time. Eighteen may be legal, but you're still testing those wings and learning how to fly on your own at that age. Hell, you're not even old enough to drink your pain away.

"It's in the past." She shrugs and pulls her hand from mine again, and damn do I hate the loss of it.

I wish I could read people's minds because I want to know what's going on in that gorgeous head of hers and know what words I need to say to ease her. To make her forget I was with her sister. To make her forget the pain of losing her mom. I want to erase all the terrible shit she's ever been through in her life. But there are no words to take away the pain or erase the past. There are no words that will magically fix all the wrongs in her life. Though I wish there were.

I pull into the bar parking lot and park. Then I turn to give my girl my full, undivided attention.

"Wow, Trigger. This place is really cool. I can't wait to see the inside."

By the perky sound of her voice and her trying to drop the subject, I can tell she's got her guard placed right in front of that door to her heart again. The thick armor is ready to shield any attempt of me getting through. Well, she can do her best to shut me out again, but I'm not gonna stand for it. I shift forward in my seat and reach for her chin, turning her to face me. Once I have her eyes locked in my gaze, I do my best at finding those words I was desperately seeking a moment ago.

"I know we're still practically strangers, babe, but I hope one day you'll deem me worthy enough to share yourself with. The good, the bad, and the ugly. All of your past has made you who you are today, and the person I see in front me is so fucking phenomenal it doesn't even seem possible." And damn if no truer words have ever come from my mouth.

"Now, I get you may not want to talk about this heavy shit right now since we're about to go in there to celebrate your sister's big day tomorrow, but when you're ready, I'm all ears and ready to bear the burden of those memories for you. I want to be the one to help you through the pain of your past and help you see that the future ahead of you can look so much brighter. And that brightness doesn't come from forgetting, babe. It comes from paving a new road of memories in front of you."

Her eyes are glistening with tears now, and I desperately want to kiss them away. I lean forward and press a soft kiss right on the side of her cheek, then brush my lips across her silky skin to her ear.

"Just give me a chance, baby girl."

A shiver runs through her body, and right into mine. I'm so drawn to this girl I hardly know anything about, it's insane. But nothing about it feels crazy. It just feels right. I pull back and tap her nose with my finger. "You ready to go have some fun?"

She nods and I hop out of the truck and go around to help her down. Again, having my hands on her puts me at ease. This time, I don't let go. I keep my palm braced against her lower back and guide her into the bar.

The place looks awesome. All the prospects were in charge of getting this place ready for tonight, and they did a damn fine job. It doesn't even look like a bar. It looks like a formal five-star restaurant with twinkling lights and tables draped in fancy linens. I can't help but think of how proud Dad would be seeing this place right now. The place he loved so much filled with the people I now call family, celebrating two couples who are getting ready to seal their love for each other tomorrow. Yeah, I wish he was here to see me do the same one day. Because now that I've met my one, I think that day may be near. At least, I'm hoping it will be.

Nicky gasps at the sight of the place and I step behind her as she takes it all in. Her body is tempting, drawing me in. I lean forward and brush my lips against her bare shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent and memorizing the soft feel of her. She melts into my chest and I smile against her skin. I feel like I've just chipped away one side of the brick wall she has around that heart of hers, and I'm hoping by the end of the night, I get at least another one knocked down.

I kiss my way across her shoulder and up her neck to her ear. "You like it, baby?" There's definitely a double meaning in my question. I don't just want to know if she likes my bar. I want to know if she likes what I'm doing to her.

"Yes." She practically moans the word and I think there's a double meaning in her answer as well. "I…mmmm…so much, Trigger. I…it's…wow…it's incredible."

Yeah, I don't think she's talking about flower arrangements or silver place settings. I run my lips down and suck on the sensitive spot where her ear meets her neck, loving the trembles rocking through her. I feel them too. They're running right through my dick and into my balls.

"That's good, babe. I want you to like it. I want you to love it as much as I do."

Yeah, I'm not talking about this bar anymore.

"Show me, Trigger." Her hand comes up behind my head and grips the base of my hair, and a groan rumbles out of me. "I want to see it. All of it."

Hot fucking damn. I really hope she isn't talking about my place because my dick will break if that's the case. "I'll show you everything, baby." My voice is strained with need and my hands grip her waist tighter, making sure she knows the effect she's having on me as I press my bulging hard-on into her. "Just say when."

Her moan has me ready to drag her back to my office to begin my special tour. But right as I grab her hand to lead the way, JoeJoe steps in front of us. "Nick! You're here! Doesn't this place look amazing?" She's squealing with joy and pulls her sister into a bouncing hug. Nick joins Joe in her infectious excitement, hugging her back. When they finally stop squealing, Joe turns and looks up at me.

"Thank you so much for this, Trigger. This was so sweet of you to do for us. And the food…wow…all of it looks delicious. You're such a sweetheart."

Joe reaches out to give me a hug, and I notice Nick watching us carefully. Hopefully, seeing that my eyes are locked to hers and that I'm quick to remove myself from Joe's embrace.

"Come on, Nick! You've been locked away all day and I want you to meet everyone." Joe drags her sister away from me before I can protest, and my balls tighten in pain. I'm tempted to follow after my girl, but decide to let the sisters have their time. Instead, I go check in with Max, my manager, to make sure everything is good on his end. Honestly, if it weren't for that man, this bar would have gone under years ago. That man deserves a vacation after tonight and is definitely going to get one.

Once I check in and do my rounds to talk to everyone, I look for Nicky. I spot her over by the bar talking to one of our prospects, Rake, who definitely looks taken with the beauty as he leans forward on the bar and seems to be chatting her up. An uncomfortable knot twists in my gut and my feet start eating up the space between me and my girl because that shit ain't happening. Rake sees me right before I approach, obviously picking up on my warning glare, because in the next second, he's standing back up and stiffening.

My arm goes around her waist as I come to stand behind her. At first, she startles, but when she peeks over her shoulder and sees it's me, she softens in my arms. That's definitely a good sign. At least, I fucking hope so. I was worried her shoulders would stiffen and she'd freeze up on me again, but this time she didn't. I lean down to her ear and nuzzle her softness. "I'm hungry, babe." I'm not talking about the food, which is starting to come around to the tables. I want to drag the little temptress to the back and have a different dinner. One that includes her pussy as my dessert.

Her stomach growls in response to my words though, and I realize my needs will have to wait. The girl was locked away all day and hasn't had anything to eat other than the sandwich I brought her, so I need to feed her first. Then I can have my dessert.

"Come on, let's go take our seats. They're serving dinner now." I entwine my fingers with hers to take her to the table, but before I get her away from the bar, she turns back toward Rake. "It was nice meeting you, Rake. Hope to see you later."

A growl comes from close by and I realize I'm the wild animal who just made the sound. Nicky turns and looks up at me. Her eyes studying mine for a long beat. When I see a sly little grin trying to crack her lips before she bites it back, I take it as a sign that she doesn't have a problem with my jealousy. In fact, by the heat now burning in her eyes, I think she likes my possessiveness. Which is good. Because until I've made my claim known to the men and she has my cut on her back, I'll need to stay close by. Otherwise, my brothers will be on her like flies on a watermelon. Rake already putting on his charms proves my point.

We take our seats at the table, across from what are supposed to be her sister and Riff's places, but at the moment they're nowhere in sight, which leads me to believe my back room already has occupants. I shake my head, chuckling. I swear that room gets used more by my men and their women than it does by me for business. Though, I'm hoping by the end of the night, I'll be christening it myself.

I shift and wrap my arm around the back of Nicky's shoulders as we wait for the waiters to bring us our food. "So, babe, what job has you locked away all day and staying up until four in the morning?"

Nicky shifts in her seat like she's uncomfortable with my question, and her cheeks suddenly turn ten shades darker. Damn, now, I really wish I could read minds. She doesn't turn to look in my direction. In fact, she reaches for her water glass and takes a sip. The longer she stalls, the more curious I become about why she doesn't want to discuss her business. Finally, she speaks but I don't understand what has her so frazzled from the answer she gives. The girl should be shouting that shit and bragging to the world about all that she's accomplished in her short life.

"I…um…own my own company. Most of my work is done online, though. Orders come in at all hours of the day, and so day and night, I'm making sure shipments go out from my warehouse and that my customers are receiving their deliveries on time. I also have to send out invoices, as well as make sure inventory is well stocked. Oh, and I handle all the customer service issues, too, so I'm always responding to emails."

Hot damn. Not only does the girl have drive, but she started her own company and it sounds like she runs the whole damn show.

"What products do you sell, babe?" I'm eager to know every detail.

Again, her blush deepens and she nervously bites on her lip, doing everything she can not to look me in the eyes. I reach for her chin and turn her in my direction. "You could tell me you sell straws, babe, and I will still think you're cool as shit. So, you have nothing to be embarrassed over. It's fucking awesome that you have your own business. That's something to be proud of."

She gives me a sweet smile and nods, and then blows me a-fucking-way with her whispered answer.

"I sell sex toys."

Thank God I wasn't chewing food or drinking because I'd be choking right now. Holy shit. If the girl couldn't get any hotter, well, she just did. Joe is kinky and wild in the sack, but now I know her sister is definitely the wilder one, not just by looks.

I can't resist. I lean into her ear and let her know exactly what knowing that does to me. "You have no idea how hard my dick is right now. Everything about you is so fucking sexy, Nick."

Her shiver pleases me. I pull her in closer, making sure she stays nice and warm because I definitely don't want her icing me out again.

"So, you going to tell me how you got into the business?" Now, I definitely need to know every little detail about how my sexy vixen got into selling sexy little toys.

"Um…I…" She looks around the table as if she's making sure no one else is listening, but no one is paying us any mind or even looking in our direction. My brothers are loud motherfuckers and have been drinking, so they're even louder than usual. And their attention is definitely not on us. They're all eating and talking shop, so my girl is safe to continue talking about her sexy-as-hell business.

"I had a toy die on me at the worst possible time."

Her words have the image of her about to go over the edge and the vibrator dying out right before her climax appearing in my mind, and my cock is drooling at the mental sight.

"Anyway, after that, I got to thinking about quality and features that women would like to have. One thing led to another, and I started my own store. At first it was just an online shop to provide the best quality toys for women. Then it grew into something much bigger. I started working on designs and coming up with my own prototypes, and now, I have my own patented products in the shop too."

And I'm guessing she was the one who got to test these prototypes out. Damn, what I wouldn't give to be a fly on her wall when she was making sure her products worked right and would satisfy the customers. I reach down and adjust my cock in my pants because he feels like he's being strangled in the position he's in. How the hell am I supposed to get through dinner now?

"So, are you going to tell me the name of your shop? I definitely want to check it out."

She shakes her head. "It's just for women. So, there wouldn't be anything on there for you. I mean, unless you want to buy things to use with the sweetbutts."

Her shoulders stiffen and that chill I was trying to prevent has settled back over her. Fuck.

"Baby." I shift closer, wanting to get my point across. "I'm not interested in any sweetbutt except for the sexy little peach attached to the girl I'm looking at right now. My interest in checking out the store is because I want to know everything about you. I'm interested, babe, if you haven't taken notice, which means I'm interested in all of you. Every single detail. Including knowing what toys you like to play with when you're alone in your room at night."

Again, she squirms in her seat, but I don't think it's because she's emotionally uncomfortable; I think she's physically uncomfortable. I lean into her ear again, wanting to make her even more uncomfortable. So uncomfortable she's begging to go to the back room as soon as it's vacated.

"I want to run my fingers up under your dress right now, Nick. I want to feel how wet you get when you're turned on and ready to play." I brush my lips across her ear, smirking when I hear her little intake of air. "I want to hear the sounds you make when I'm working your little pussy over good. And see your face as you hit your peak and are rocked by pleasure. I want to know everything about you, baby. Every little detail."

Her whimpered moans have my fingers creeping up her leg as if her sounds are their Pied Piper and they're following her sweet song. "Do you want me to touch you, Nick? Do you want me to rub that little clit of yours right now under this table and ease the ache? Get you off in this room full of people." Another moan falls from her lips as my fingers inch closer to their desired destination. "I bet you're so damn swollen right now, aren't you? I bet your hot little button is poking out and dying for some attention. I bet she needs to come so bad, doesn't she?" I move up the final inch and, "Hot fucking damn, yes, she does."

My fingers brush over her soaked satin panties and I feel how thick her lips are, right before I find her clit just as puffed out and ready for me to play with it.

Her eyes flutter closed to my touch and I'm so damn thankful she's not pulling away, or slamming her legs shut, or stopping this from happening. I need to get her off more than I've ever wanted anything. I shift closer and turn to where she's blocked from everyone's view. Not just because I don't want her opening her eyes and registering where we are and what is happening, coming to her senses and taking away my prize, but I don't want any of my men to see the sight of her getting off. Until she's claimed, I can't trust a damn one of them from trying to make a move. A fact I need to remedy ASAP.

I run my fingers softly up and down over the material, getting a lay of the promise land before I go in and explore the actual terrain. Her whimpered gasps let me know how sensitive she is, which drives me crazy. When I know she needs more, I slide under her panties and make direct contact with perfection. She is bare except for a small patch of soft curls sitting at the top, right above her very swollen clit.

I brush my nails through those soft hairs and tell her how much I love that she has them. "So fucking sexy, babe." Some guys like clean shaven and some guys like hair on their pussy. I just like anything that has to do with this girl who's got me wound so tight I may be going off in my pants before my dick even gets played with.

I run my fingers down through her folds and over her slick lips. Then I bring them back up to her pulsing clit and play like an excited kid on a jungle gym. I play until I've got her all worked up, out of breath and ready to explode. Then I run my fingers right back down to her entrance. Once again, I move into her ear and tell her what I want.

"Spread your legs, babe. I need to feel inside you. I want to fuck you with my fingers until your juices are running down my wrist."

Her legs part without hesitancy, as another needy moan leaves her mouth, and I get exactly what I want. I press my fingers into her entrance and find her channel slick with need. If I finger-fuck her too hard, the people around me will no doubt hear the noise, so I hold off. Instead of giving her a fast, hard fucking, which I definitely will be doing later, I crook my fingers forward and pull on her special little spot tucked up inside. And damn does my girl not disappoint. She grips onto my chest and her body starts to quiver and shake as her head falls to my shoulder.

"That's it, baby. Give it to me. Show me how good it feels." I apply more pressure to her G-spot and feel her squirt, and my cock responds with his own cum. I'm seriously about to blow my load just from the feel of her.

I feel her walls tighten around my fingers and that's when I go in for the final plunge and press my thumb down on her clit as I stroke her to her breaking point. Her nails claw into my shirt as her body begins to shudder in pleasure. Her sounds are thankfully muffled in my chest with her lips pressed firmly against me. And the feel of her juices, along with knowing I'm the one giving her the orgasm, has my hand reaching for my zipper. I need to get a grip on my cock.

"Everything okay, Nick?" Joe's voice comes from behind my shoulder and my girl freezes up in my arms while my fingers reluctantly tug my zipper back in place. Nicky's obviously nervous we've just been caught in the act, but there's nothing for anyone to have seen other than what looks to be me holding and comforting her.

"Just offering her some comfort." I look over toward Joe. "Not every day your twin sister gets married." I give her a wink, choosing my words carefully because lying is something I detest. But I'm not about to spill the beans of what was just happening, and judging by Joe's smile, I'm positive she and Riff are none the wiser to what Nick and I were really just doing. I'm also thankful they didn't show up sooner because my girl definitely would have put a stop to the fun we were having had that been the case.

"You guys haven't eaten yet?" Joe asks, as she takes her seat. I quickly pull my girl's face up to get a look at her, and silently check in to see if she's okay. She nods, and my other hand slowly pulls from where it was tucked away.

"No, we were talking," I answer Joe's question and swipe at my nose so I can get the scent of my girl on my fingers. And damn does it take everything in me not to groan when I do— or put my fingers in my mouth and suck off her flavor. "Besides…" I smile. "We wanted to wait for you two to eat. You guys take inventory while you were back there?"

Now Joe is the one blushing, and Riff looks damn amused and proud of himself as he takes his seat. Guess he got what he wanted. And damn is my dick envious of the fucker. I'm aching something fierce.

I gesture for the waiter to come over, and let him know we're ready for the food now. Then I sit back and watch as my girl gets wrapped up in conversation with her sister. The girls are entertaining to listen to. They finish each other's sentences. And by the end of dinner, I'm a strong believer in the whole twin connection thing, because these girls have a bond like nothing else I've ever seen before.