Page 5 of Rise In Arms

Snapping my head toward him, I give him a look that hopefully says Please don’t leave me with her.

He smiles. “Okay, then, nothing. Good. I’ll be back.”

After watching Bear walk out of the garage, I look back at Jasmine, feeling knots tighten in my stomach. I don’t want to leave, I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t see her angelic face each day, but I have to. If I want to be part of this club and have my fucking balls intact, then I need time away from here, from her.

“Trigger? You know you can tell me anything, right?” Jasmine says stepping in closer to me, now only a foot away. Her familiar scent of vanilla and peaches hits my senses, making my cock throb. Now I gotta go find a whore to fix my hard-on.

“I know I’m a mom now, and not here all the time—well… because Quill doesn’t think the kids should be here every day—but I want you to know you mean a lot to me, Trigger. You’re my friend.”

Watching her lips as she smiles has me shuffling on the spot, trying to subtly adjust my cock in my jeans. Then she fucks up my head even more by leaning in and hugging me. Her small frame, flush against my chest, has my heart constricting. Allowing myself a little chance of happiness, I travel my hands down her back and squeeze her tight, bringing her in even closer. She has no idea how perfect she is, and then just like that she’s out of my arms, pulling back and kissing me on my cheek. “Make sure you come and say goodbye before you leave.”

Just as I’m about to reply, Quill appears and steps in from behind, lifting her up off the floor. She squeals until he turns her around to face him, and giggles like a schoolgirl. “There you are, babe, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

I don’t miss the way she runs her hands through his hair and brushes her lips to the side of his neck. “Baby, I was just talking to Trigger. You know he’s leaving tomorrow?”

Quill’s curious gaze meets mine over her shoulder. “Yeah, baby, he might have mentioned it.” Letting Jazz back down to the floor, he kisses her lips once then says, “Baby, they need you inside. Jack’s taken Blaze’s bike keys and won’t tell him where he’s hidden them. Can you talk to the boy? You know how Blaze hates anyone messing with his bike?”

Jasmine rolls her eyes. “He’s only a kid, Quill, jeez. You’re telling me that neither of you men can get the keys off Jack?”

Quill places his hands up, palms out. “Hey, you’ve seen how fast that kid can run, we’re no match for him. Plus, he listens to you.”

Slapping her ass, she yelps, and Quill takes her into his arms and kisses her so senseless, I hear moans coming out of her mouth, sounds that remind me how much they love each other, and why I need to get out of here.

“Quill!” Jasmine says, her face turning red. “Not in front of your boys.”

Quill laughs then looks over at me. “Trigg don’t mind, plus, he’s seen worse.”

She giggles, and I swear that sound pierces my heart. She’s beautiful, perfect, and again, she’s not yours, Trigger!

“Now go, I need to have a word with my boy.”

“Sure, babe,” Jasmine replies, leaning in and kissing his cheek before she leaves the garage and heads back into the clubhouse.

Quill shakes his head. “Women, hey?”

I don’t say anything, I just smile.

“So, you really leavin’ us tomorrow?”

Sighing, I run my hand over my jaw. “Yeah, Prez, just for a while—to visit my sis.”

Quill looks down at the floor, pretending to kick something, then he looks up at me again, his face set in stone. “Brother, you would tell me if there was any shit going on in that head of yours, right?”

Tilting my head, trying to gauge what he might be referring to, I sink my hands into my jeans pockets. “All’s good, man. I promise. Like I said, I just need to go see my sister.”

Quill steps in closer and grasps my head with his hands. “Look at me.”

His voice is demanding, and I do as he says. “If there’s somethin’ goin’ on with you, you need to tell me now. Your club is here for you. If you’ve got shit goin’ on, well, that becomes our shit, you get me?”

What the fuck am I doin’? I must be out of my goddamn mind. Prez is the best man I know, he’d do anything for me or my brothers. Fuck me! I really am a piece of shit for wanting his woman.

“Thanks, Prez, I promise all is good. I’ll be back in a few weeks.”

Nodding once, he lightly slaps my cheek and pulls back. “All right, brother. But tonight we say goodbye the traditional way.”

I smile then because I know exactly what he means—party, whores, and booze.

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