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“I will,” Trigger said before he left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Turning toward the bed, I unzipped Trigger’s duffel bag and made quick work of unpacking his things. Chase worked in silence, and once I was done, I walked over to him and spun his chair to face me. Immediately, he dropped his pencil onto the budget book and grasped my hips, leaning his head back to look up at me.

“What is it, cupcake?”

Reaching up, I slid my fingers into his soft, dark hair. He was overdue for a trim, so his hair was a little longer than it usually was. “Are you okay with Trigger staying here with us?” As much as he assured me everything was okay, and he loved sharing me with his club brother, I still worried.

I couldn’t stand the thought of losing Chase.

He tugged me forward, and I squeaked as I fell into his lap, my thighs straddling his hips. He gripped my ass, tugging me closer. I clutched at his shoulders, letting my eyes meet his. “I told Trigger he could stay with us, cupcake. Yes, I’m okay with it.”

I sighed, raking my fingernails over his scalp. “I just worry?—”

He cut me off with a kiss that made me dizzy with need for him. I moaned, pressing our bodies together until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. His teeth grazed over my bottom lip, and I opened for him, letting him thrust his tongue inside. I dropped my arms, and my hands clawed at the nape of his neck, my lungs already screaming for air, but I didn’t want to breathe if it meant I had to part from him.

He rocked my hips over his straining cock, and I whimpered, my nails biting into his skin as I began to roll my hips, gasping every time he pressed his body up into mine.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re being worshiped how you deserve,” Chase growled, licking a path down my neck before he sucked at my skin. I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as I crested higher and higher. “I want you to have everything you deserve. Everything you want.” I wasn’t going to last long with him talking like this. I whined, my orgasm drawing closer and closer. I was desperate for it. “And if you want Trigger, cupcake, you can fucking have him.”

I cried out, shivers wracking through my body as I came. Gripping my chin between his thumb and pointer finger, hetugged my mouth down to his and kissed me soft and slow. I slumped against him, my heart racing in my chest. His wasn’t much better.

“I love you,” he rasped, resting his forehead on mine. I closed my eyes, relishing in his softness. “I just want you to be happy, cupcake.” He cupped my cheek. “That’s all I’ll ever fucking want.”

I swallowed thickly, clinging to him. “I don’t know why I didn’t give in to you so much sooner,” I confessed. I’d fought him tooth and nail for so long because I was so afraid of becoming like my mother. And because of that fear, I’d wasted so much time with him. With Trigger, too. “I love you, too, Chase, and I’m fucking incredibly lucky to have you.”

He squeezed me to him and nuzzled his cheek against mine.

3

Chase

Islowly dragged my eyes open when the apartment door creaked. Trigger slipped inside, quietly shutting the door behind him. I pulled one of my hands from behind my head and rubbed at my eyes, feeling absolutely fucking drained and exhausted.

And my head still felt like it was splitting open. A nap hadn’t done shit for the pain throbbing through my skull.

“Did I wake you?” Trigger asked, his deep voice low and gruff. It sent shivers down my spine, which I didn’t understand. I didn’t understand a lot of things lately when it came to my body’s responses to Trigger. Listening to him speak was like listening to pure sex. And more than once, he’d made my dick hard.

I didn’t get it. I was straight. I’d always been straight. Never been interested in a guy in my life. But more often than not now, I found myself dreaming of being inside him or him being inside of me while we were with Sophia, and it was driving mecrazy. I was too old for some kind of fucking sexual awakening.

I was damn near thirty. Wasn’t I too old for a gay-for-you moment? Because I wasn’t bi or pan. Couldn’t be when I wasn’t interested in any other man than Trigger, right?

“Yeah, but it’s fine,” I gruffly answered. I dropped my hand to rest on my bare stomach, watching as Trigger opened his drawers. His lips quirked when he saw that not only had Sophia put his things away, but she’d organized everything just right for him. Our woman was a bit of a neat freak, especially after her attack. She sought control of little things in her life. Trigger and I both did our best to help keep everything organized.

But she was still more than happy to let me and Trigger have control of her body in the bedroom. And fuck, did we thrive in the trust she placed in us.

“Soph still downstairs?” I asked. She’d gone down a little while ago to do some cleaning up with Jessica, Scorpion’s wife, so I’d taken the opportunity to catch a little bit of shut-eye and try to get rid of the headache that’d been pulsing at my temples. Seemed to have only gotten worse though, which was just fucking great.

“Yeah,” Trigger said as I eased out of bed. I winced, reaching up to rub at my temples when a particularly hearty throb slammed through my skull, making me a little lightheaded. “You good?”

I grunted a, “Yeah,” as I headed for the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. After emptying my bladder and washing my hands, I grabbed two Tylenol tablets and swallowed them dry before heading back into the room. I laid back down in bed and closed my eyes, willing the Tylenol to hurry and kick in.

“You don’t look okay,” Trigger said, the other side of the bed dipping as he sat down. I peeked one eye open to look at him, only to find him facing me, his brows furrowed in concern.

I sighed. “Just a headache, Trigger,” I muttered, shutting my eyes again. I just wanted to try to nap, though I couldn’t yet.While he wasn’t busy, I needed to talk to him about Sophia. “I just took some Tylenol. I’ll be fine.” I scratched at my beard, yawning. “We need to talk though.”

He shifted, and the sound of his boots thudding to the floor reached my ears a moment later. When I peeked my eyes open again, he was scooting back to rest against the headboard and crossing his legs at the ankles. “About?”

“Sophia,” I told him honestly. I closed my eyes again since the light was just making my head hurt worse. “She’s worried about the effect you being here and staying with us will have on our relationship. I assured her it wouldn’t change anything, but…” I sighed. “You know how she is.”

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