Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

Trigger

3 weeks later…

T he clubhouse is packed tonight since we're throwing a party for the guys visiting from the north chapter. I'm a bit tense because my girl doesn't have my cut on to let everyone know she's my property. In fact, I haven't made the official claim yet because I was worried her sister would get wind of it, and then Nicky would get spooked again and think I'm moving too fast. I can tell she's still not quite ready, but every day she's getting closer.

We've been spending all of our free time together, and the more I learn, the more I fall in love with the girl. Everything about her warms me up inside. Her smarts, her kindness, her big heart, and her generosity. The girl's a millionaire and you'd never know it on the outside. She's not pretentious, instead she's so damn grounded it blows me away. Not only that, but she's funny. Before she's had her coffee in the morning, she's sassy as shit and that mouth of hers drives me wild. Not just because of the sexy words that come out of it, but because every time it's locked on mine, I nearly come in my pants.

We haven't taken things much further than kissing, and although I thought my dick would be ready to fall off by now, he's not. He's perfectly happy waiting in anticipation for the day we finally get to make her ours in every way. That being said, I'm not just hoping to sink the shot I'm about to make, I'm hoping I'll get to sink my fingers inside her again tonight. I'm hoping she'll let me have a repeat of what happened during her sister's rehearsal dinner.

"Okay, babe. Red ball, right corner." I call my shot and then line it up and take it, and the red ball goes right where I wanted. I turn toward her with a sly smirk on my face and she bites down on that lower lip of hers that I love nibbling on just as much.

"Okay, what's your question?" She almost sounds winded as her breathing ratchets up.

We still play for questions, but now that I know pretty much everything about my girl, there are only a few questions I have left. All of them have to do with that sweet pussy of hers that I'm dying for a taste of.

"Do you want to know what's going through my head right now, babe?"

She arches a brow, looking confused by my question. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her right between my legs. "That's my question. So yes or no, babe?"

She tips her chin ever so slightly. Her cheeks already pinkening and eyes already growing heavier.

"I'm thinking about how I want to prop you up on that table right there and spread those legs of yours. I'm thinking about how soft and wet you are, and how I want to run my fingers all over you. How I want to make you come in front of this room full of my men so they know who you belong to. I'm thinking about hearing your sexy voice as you call out my name, letting everyone know I'm your man." I lean forward, running my lips up her neck, right to her ear. "I'm thinking about licking off my fingers so I can get a taste of your sweetness and know how good it's going to be when you finally let me get my tongue between your legs and buried deep inside you."

She lets out a little whimper and her body gives me all its weight like she can't hold herself up any longer. I want to pick her up and set her on the table behind me, give her what I now know we both want. All of her tells are showing. She wants what I'm offering, and I think she's finally going to give into her desires.

"I'm thinking I need to go change into a skirt then, Trigger."

Hot fucking damn. She is finally giving in. I lean down and give her a kiss then turn her around and spank her fine little ass, telling her to be quick about it. I watch as my sexy girl goes rushing off to her room, and I give my cock a good hard squeeze, reassuring him that he has not been forgotten.

In her absence, I get to talking with some of the guys visiting in town and we start catching up on life and club shit. Time takes off when I get wrapped up in conversation, and I don't realize it until Blaze tells me he's heading over to the bar to get himself a refill on his drink. I look around the room, knowing that it's been a bit, but I don't see my girl. I know it doesn't take that long to change from pants to a skirt, so I wonder if she got caught up on some work emails. We've been spending so much time together, she's been falling behind. So, maybe she took a couple minutes to take care of some business.

I head down the hall to go find my girl, ready to finish what we started, but just as I'm about to knock on her door, I hear a noise coming from inside her room. A noise that has me pressing my ear to the wood to listen closer. Another moan comes again and I'm wondering what the hell is going on. It sounds as if she's… I turn the knob, needing to see for myself exactly whether or not she decided to take care of herself without me, and low and behold, the handle turns. She forgot to lock the damn door.

Another whimpering moan has me pushing forward ever so quietly to see if she decided to satisfy her pussy with one of her toys. For some reason the thought pisses me off. Maybe because my dick has been aching like hell for days on end and I thought she was finally going to be giving me more than her sweet lips tonight. But when I take in the sight before me, the anger I was feeling turns into rage. Now I know exactly why she's been holding out on me physically, because she's already getting satisfied and doesn't fucking need me for the job.

Nicky is sitting in the middle of her bed, her hips straddling something that looks almost like a horse saddle. But unlike normal saddles, this one has a dildo centered on it that she's sinking her pussy up and down on. She's gripped on and riding the thing like she's fucking a real man. Her bare ass clenching as she thrusts forward.

When I hear her moan, my eyes finally move up, taking in the rest of her heated state. Once again, anger ripples through. Her mouth is sucking the shit out of some plastic dick mounted in front of her on the headboard. And damn is she giving the thing one hell of a blowjob. What the fuck? She's fucking both of the fake cocks like they're real and moaning like she can't fucking get enough.

"What in the actual fuck?" My harsh question has her head snapping in my direction and her eyes growing as big as fucking alien saucers. Yeah, I feel like I'm watching something from outer space as well. The girl who I thought was all innocent and scared of all things sexual, is fucking those plastic dicks like her body's been snatched and replaced with some wild sex crazed female who can't get enough of the rubbery plastic toys. Fuck!

"Get out!" she shouts and her angered scream breaks through my shocked state.

"Not until you fucking explain why the hell you're in here, going to fucking town on some fake shit when you've got the real thing right here dying for your fucking attention." I motion to my dick, who stubbornly is hard as fuck right now because although I'm pissed by what I'm seeing, it turned me the fuck on.

"Get out now, Trigger." This time I don't argue because the warning glare in her eyes is telling me I better back down or she's going to be backing out of what we have between us.

"Fine," I huff, "I'll wait outside until you're dressed, but then we're fucking talking about this." I storm out the door and wait on the other side, pacing as I try to get my shit under control. Five minutes later, she comes stomping out, dressed and with her purse in hand. Where the fuck is she going? I follow her down the hall because if she thinks she's getting away, she's wrong. We're going to be talking about this whether she wants to or not.

"You want to explain what the fuck that was back there?"

We get to the packed main room, and she nearly breaks through the chatter with her shout.

"You ever heard of knocking?"

Seriously, she's going to be like this. I'm the one getting slighted here and not fucking understanding why she gave her virginity to a fucking dildo.

"You ever heard of a real dick?" I give her stubborn shit right back to her.

She turns a glare on me before she storms out the front door, and I follow right out after her. My stubborn girl is not going to walk away from me.

"Where the fuck are you going, Nick?"

She shoots me a look over her shoulder that hits my gut with a punch of nerves. "I'm going home, Trigger. Tell my sister I'll send for my things."

It's like I've just been slapped in the face by her words. "Why the hell are you leaving? You always run when shit gets real?"

She shakes her head. "Is this real, Trigger? You and me? Because right now, you're mad that I was getting off on my toys. You're mad because I'm not fucking you instead. Which leads me to believe that all you want from me is sex. And once you get it, you'll be done with me and ready to move on."

What the hell? Is she fucking serious right now? We've been glued to the fucking hip day and night for nearly a month now. I've been spilling my goddamn heart out to her every damn day and been talking to her about our future. At no point have I made any indication that I wanted or needed more from her until she's ready. Nor have I made it seem like I'm upset with waiting. Except right now. And the real reason I'm so pissed isn't even because of the damn toys or her turning to them over me; the real reason is because she's still keeping me at arm's length. She still doesn't trust me or my love for her, and I don't have a fucking clue what to do anymore to get her to see that I'm not like her dad or any other asshole who cheats on his woman.

"You haven't been paying attention then if you really fucking believe that." I crowd into her space because I hate the fucking distance between us right now. "Because this has never just been about sex for me, babe. I handed you the keys for a fucking reason and I've been sitting in the damn passenger seat, not even side seat driving, and yet you still think I'm a fucking scumbag. I don't know what else to do. I've told you how much you mean to me and have given you my heart, and yet you're still not taking it. So maybe, we need to pull over at this stop sign and I need to get out of the fucking car, because if we continue down this road, I'm going to be dead on impact when you finally walk away from me. Because there's nothing else I can do to show you how goddamn much I'm in love with you and how I will never hurt you. I've got nothing else, babe. Just my word and my actions, which clearly aren't enough."

I swallow back the clog in my throat and tell her one last thing. "You should stay here with your sister, babe. You two need each other. I'll go, so you don't have to deal with my ass anymore. But if you want to sit down and talk about this, about us, I'll be at the bar."

Once again, I've handed her the keys. Mainly, because I don't know how to drive through the fog of her emotions right now. I'm in foreign territory and have no idea which way to turn. Fuck. I climb on my ride and rev the engine, taking my time putting on my helmet. I want her to stop me, or to climb on the back and go with me. But as I start to walk my bike out of the spot, I realize she's not going to do either. I see that she's already gone back inside. And it feels like my heart has just been squashed beneath my tires as I head onto the road toward my bar.

The knock comes on my office door, and I shout for the person to come in, a little too harshly because I'm grumpy as hell. It's been three days and nothing. My girl hasn't called, or texted, or come to me, which is what I was truly wishing for. And the longer it goes, the more I come to the conclusion that she's done. Otherwise, she'd have been here by now.

My office door opens, and the new girl Max just hired to replace Riley steps inside. "Hey, boss. Sorry to bother you; I just wanted to drop off the last of my paperwork. Max said to give it to you, but I can come back later."

I shake my head and sigh. "No, I'll take it now, Chrissy. It's fine." I take the forms from her hand and start to look over everything, just to make sure it's all filled out correctly. "You liking it here so far?" I ask, doing my best to be friendly and not a total asshole. This girl doesn't deserve my frustration; it's not her fault my heart is broken and I'm in the worst pain of my life.

"Yeah, it's great. Everyone is so nice. And it's fun." Her cheerful voice has me looking up.

"That's good. Glad to hear it."

She studies me for a moment, and I can tell she wants to say something but is holding back. Finally, she decides to go for it. "Are you doing okay, boss? Not that I'm trying to be nosy, but you seem kind of upset and sometimes it's good to talk to someone. Even if it's a stranger. I always feel that strangers give the best advice because they're not biased or a part of the situation and can see it from a different point of view."

The sincerity in her voice and kindness in her eyes has me mulling over her words. Yeah, maybe she's right. And maybe she's just the person I should talk to. "You got any advice on how to make the woman I'm so goddamn in love with believe me when I say I'm not going to hurt her? Because right now, I've done everything, and yet she still won't give me her heart."

Her soft, concerned smile is genuine and I already know I like this girl. Max chose well, and this girl is going to be a keeper. My dad would have liked her, too.

"My advice would be to keep fighting and to never give up. She's obviously scared and has trust issues, and if you stop fighting for her, you just feed them. Instead, you have to show up every day and show her that she's worth it. You have to show her that no matter what, you'll always be there for her. And you need to bring her into your world, show her everything, and make her see that you want her in it. Then whatever fears she has will start washing away, maybe slowly, but they will. And in time, she'll trust what you have is real and her heart won't have a choice in the matter."

I nod as I soak in everything she just said. She's right. I need to keep fighting. I need to keep showing my girl that nothing will make me leave. I need to get off my fucking ass right now and get to her, because all I've done for the last three days is show her that I have no problem walking away. I wasn't walking away. No way in hell. But given what I just heard, I'm pretty sure my Nick and her lack of trust for my feelings is thinking that I walked away so easily and didn't turn back.

I'm out of my seat and heading to the door, throwing a thanks to Chrissy over my shoulder as I run to my bike to go get my angel.