Page 57 of Rise In Arms

“Hazel, just wait a sec—”

“No! Kane, you will get your shit together, and that includes that whore out there. If she’s not out by today, Charity and I are leaving.”

Kane narrows his eyes at his sister, ever so slightly. “Were you not in the same room as us when I kicked her out? She’s gone, sis, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting you two leave so get used to this place, because it’s going to be your home till we sort this shit with Blake out.”

Hazel puffs out a breath and raises her hands to her hips. “Fine. But I’m warning you, anything else happens to Charity, and we’re out of here.”

“Agreed,” Trigger replies, and I look back at him, surprised that he stood down.

“You sure you’re okay?” Hazel asks again, her voice soft and gentle once again.

I smile. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Okay, then, I’ll leave you two… but you know where I am, right?”

I nod.

She takes one more look at Kane, a pointed stare that has him nodding to some unspoken agreement between them, then smiles at me before heading out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

I sigh in relief that everyone has left and sink down onto the bed. Kane kneels before me, his warm hand cupping my cheek. “I’m sorry, babe, I didn’t know she was still here. I promise she’s out of here.”

I don’t argue or say a thing, I’m exhausted, and right now I can’t deal with the fact that Trigger’s lover was just smacking the hell out of me.

“She loves you, you know,” I whisper.

His eyes lock on to mine and he tilts his head to one side. “Who? My sister?”

I shake my head. “No, Honey. For her to act the way she is, makes me thing she loves you a hell of a lot.”

He cups my face in both his hands and inches closer to me. “I don’t love her. She knew from the beginning there was no future between us, she’s not my type.” His eyes lower to my lips.

“Oh? And what is your type?”

He smirks and runs his gaze over my features. “Long brown hair, blue eyes, a mouth that craves to be kissed, and a body that’s meant to be pleasured in every way a man can.”

I feel heat run through my entire body, suddenly I feel hot all over, even with just a towel around me. His eyes lower to my chest, the curves of my breasts visible, and he licks his lips. “Fuck, I want you.”

Biting down on my lower lip to stop myself from moaning, I withdraw my hands from the towel and let it drop to my waist. Trigger’s beautiful green eyes widen, then hood over with a look of pure desire. He groans and leans forward, kissing each breast, causing an ache to grow between my thighs. He then looks up at me, heat in his gaze. “How are you feeling? I mean, with the baby and all?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I’m fine. I feel good, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“That’s good, then,” he murmurs, then surprises the hell out of me when he adds, “get dressed, I’m taking you out.”

“You’re what?” I ask, confused. Did I do something wrong?

“We’re going for a ride. The rain’s stopped, and I think we could do with some fresh air. And for God’s sake, cover your breasts, a man can only restrain himself so far.”

Okay… so he does want me. So why is he not taking me?

“But I thought….”

“I know what you thought, darlin’” he says, standing before me with his eyes roaming over my naked body. “And believe me I want to, but you’ve had a tough morning and I want to take you out. I feel like we haven’t had a chance to get to know each other, and as much as I want to fuck you all night, you deserve better.”

Covering myself with the towel once more, disappointment fills me. The guy is trying to do the right thing by me, but is it bad for me to think, to hell with what’s right, just take me here and now? I should feel happy that he wants to get to know me, yet the thought of him inside me wants that part even more.

Planting a fake smile on my lips, I stand. “Shit, babe, I should have cleaned you up,” Trigger says, then takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. He turns the tap on at the sink, grabs a hand towel from nearby and gently wipes at my scratches. Looking in the mirror, I can see the imprints from Honey’s nails and my cheek red and swelling from where she hit me. “She looks worse, you know.” I look up at Trigger’s reflection in the mirror and give him a small smile. “You’re a tough one, aren’t you?”

I shrug. “Blake taught me self-defense once upon a time, seems like some of the stuff I learned stuck.”

His face hardens at the mention of Blake’s name, but he continues to gently take care of my face.

“There. All done. Get dressed and I’ll meet you out front.”

He turns to walk away but must have second thoughts, because he turns back to me, grabbing the back of my head and bringing our lips together. This kiss isn’t urgent or rough, but at the same time says so much. It’s slow and gentle and sweet. A rush of arousal moves through my body, all the way to my toes, and I run my hands through his dark spiky hair, moving in closer so I’m now flush against his body. His cock is hard against my abdomen, and I moan, needing him to fill me with it.

He ends the kiss with a slight nip at my bottom lip, then kisses my forehead before saying, “Be outside.” I watch his ass in his jeans as he walks out of the bathroom and then out the room.

I turn to face the mirror, and see he’s done a good job of cleaning me up. I could be upset and stay in bed and mope around about the Honey situation, but that’s not me. So with the decision made to carry on, I head back out to the bedroom to finish getting dressed.

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