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“I’m still pissed at you,” Chase growled when I pulled back enough to let him catch his breath.

Dropping to my knees in front of him, I threw him a smirk full of sensual promises. His breath hitched in his throat, and he widened his stance, his fingers coming down to lace in my hair.

That’s it, baby. Give in to me.

“You won’t be in a minute,” I promised. And then, I sucked his cock to the back of my throat.

His moan was obscenely loud when I swallowed around him. The tang of Chase’s skin burst over my tongue, and I groaned around him, my hands sliding up his hair-roughened thighs until I was gripping each of his firm ass cheeks. Chase’s hips bucked, a desperate whine I knew he’d never admit to sounding in the shower.

I was leaking onto the shower floor, so fucking hard it hurt, but my goal wasn’t to get myself off. My goal was to relax Chase and make him not mad at me anymore. Having him angry at me left me untethered and feeling hollow.

Didn’t he know I was doing thisfor him? If I were in his position, I knew he’d be doing the same thing I planned to. He’d burn whole cities to the ground for me. I saw it in him, even before he admitted to himself how he felt about me.

Chase loved hard and fucking deep.

“Touch yourself,” Chase rasped. “I need to see you get yourself off, Trigger. This ain’t a fuckin’ one way street,” he growled, his southern accent thickening his words. It was rare he let his accent slip. He preferred to hide it, but when he was lust drunk or even just tired, the Chase he’d been before he became a member of the Satan’s Worshippers MC shone through his hardened exterior.

I gripped my aching length in my fist, and Chase and I moaned at the same time. Ignoring the pain in his body, Chase drove down my throat so hard and fast, I choked and spluttered. His eyes darkened, the sounds only seeming to spur him on. I relaxed back on my heels, tilting my head back a little to give him a better angle. And he took advantage, wrecking my throat until snot and drool ran down my face and chin.

“I’m gonna come,” Chase snarled down at me, and that was all it took. My balls drew up tight, and I moaned around himas I spilled into my fist and onto the shower floor. With three more rough thrusts down my throat, Chase came too, growling my name as he pressed my face to his pubes, forcing me to remember how to breathe through my nose as I waited on him to finish flooding my throat with his cum.

Chase finally sagged back against the wall, and I stood to my feet, biting back a wince at the pain in my knees. I was getting too old for this shit, but that didn’t matter. Whenever Chase needed me, I’d gladly kneel at his feet and open my mouth for him.

“Do you get why I’m angry?” Chase asked when I began to gently soap him up, being careful to avoid the places he had stitches and staples.

“I do,” I told him honestly. “But being pissed at me won’t change my mind, Chase.” I gripped his chin and brought his face around so we were looking at each other. “There’s nothing in this world that will stop me from getting revenge. For making them pay for touching you. And I know, if it were me this had happened to, you’d be doing the same fucking thing. The only reason you didn’t for Sophia is because you didn’t know who was behind it at the time. But now, we do, and I’ll slaughter all of them for touching you and marking you.”

Chase’s shoulders deflated, and he leaned into me, resting his forehead on my damp shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him, sliding my soapy hands along his muscular back. “If you don’t come home to me, Trigger, it will be the beginning of my villain origin story, understand? I will go fucking feral. Johnston will have to put me down to put a stop to me and my destruction. Because I willnotbe able to hold myself together and see Sophia fall apart, too.”

Gripping a handful of his hair, I pulled his head up to rest my forehead on his. I cupped his neck with my soapy hands and stroked my thumbs over his throat. “Everything will befine,” I promised him. “I swear to you, I will walk through those clubhouse doors whole and alive.”

Chase’s soft breath blew across my lips. “Don’t you break your fucking word to me.”

“I won’t,” I vowed.

17

Sophia

Ihated it when Chase got upset. He tended to close himself off and try to disappear. And while I knew he’d never push me away, I always tried to respect his boundaries. But knowing he was in pain and might need me made it difficult to stay away.

Which was why I was currently pushing open the door to our room. I knew Trigger was up here with him, but Chase could be stubborn, and there was a very high possibility that he was giving Trigger the silent treatment, especially since Trigger was apparently the reason Chase was so angry in the first place.

I picked up Trigger’s clothes from the floor as the shower turned off, setting them on the end of the bed. The curtain moved back, and Trigger’s bare back met my eyes. He stepped out and helped Chase step over the lip of the tub.

My heart tripped in my chest at the perfect image they made. Trigger was bigger than Chase, but it was clear to anyone who watched them that Trigger never tried to overpower Chase.

They were equals, and it was clear to any onlooker that they were invested in and cared deeply for each other.

I quickly moved forward, snatching two towels from beneath the bathroom counter.

“Here,” I said, handing one to Trigger. He took it from me with a grateful smile. I stepped forward and silently began to dry Chase off. He stood still, watching me with unreadable eyes. When he was finally dry and I’d hung the towel up to dry, he dragged me to him and leaned down, slanting his lips across mine. Sighing into the kiss, I reached up, twining my arms around his neck.

I could never get enough of kissing this man.

“Come on,” he murmured, pulling one of my arms down. Turning his head, he pressed a kiss to my palm, then grabbed my hand in his, leading me from the bathroom. Trigger handed him a pair of sweats, and Chase dropped my hand to tug them on, his lips screwing up in pain as he did so.

“You could ask for help,” Trigger told him, his voice gruff and disapproving.

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