Page 20 of Trident: Mayhem Makers

I wanted to hate the way he could move around how he pleased with such ease, but there was no denying the liquid heat that just soaked my knickers.

Leaning his head down he nipped at my chin before hovering his lips over mine.

“You are to me,Ula’ula Mõ’i.” And, Jacie, I ain’t ever letting you go, you’re fucking mine. You agreed to that last weekend. And considering I can fucking smell how wet you are for me right now, you’re still on board with that plan.”

I opened my mouth to say something. I wasn’t sure what. My mind and body were at war. I didn’t want a biker, not for the long haul. Sure, I’d been wanting to hook up with one for my birthday last weekend. But that hadn’t been me looking for Mr. Right, more like Mr. Right Now. All the possessive ownership bullshit bikers pulled was not my jam. It was way too close to themobster garbage my dad had tried to pull with Mum whenever Donny wasn’t around.

In the end it didn’t matter that I couldn’t find the words because Trident lowered his lips to mine, and all thoughts other than “more” left my head. He swiped his tongue into my open mouth and I eagerly tangled mine with his, moaning as he took control of our kiss, mastering me with his mouth. Reaching my palms up, I cupped either side of his face, keeping him close and the kiss going.

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Trident

Fuck, this woman owned me heart and soul. Thankfully she didn’t seem to know it. I had a feeling the moment she did, she’d never let me forget it.

Breaking off our kiss, I stayed close enough our breaths mingled, keeping my gaze on hers.

“Say it, Jacie. Tell me you’re fucking mine. No one else’s.”

The arousal that darkened her pretty blue irises began to clear as she frowned.

“Why?” She cleared her throat. “Why are you so determined to claim me? We haven’t known each other long enough for you to be this possessive.”

Moving back, I returned to lie on my side beside her. We were both breathing heavily from our make out session and my gaze went to the rise and fall of her chest. As I pondered how to answer her, I reached out and started fiddling with the chunkygold-plated sun pendant she wore on a matching chain. It didn’t seem like something Jacie would pick for herself. She certainly hadn’t been wearing it last weekend.

Blowing out a breath, I started talking, trying to get her to understand.

“I learned young to always trust my instincts. Once, I didn’t, and the price was high. So now I do. Good or bad. Last weekend? I wasn’t expecting to actually like you. Initially I followed you inside simply to keep you safe. But from the moment I got my first good look at you, heard you turn that bratty mouth of yours on me, I just knew. You were meant for me. I’m old enough to not want to waste time pussy-footing around when I find a good thing.”

“What do you mean you intended on keeping me safe? I was in my brother’s clubhouse. Not sure how I could have been much safer.”

Scoffing at her I comment, I kept looking at that sun of hers.

“Safe. Yeah. Not sure you know what happened with Taz and Flick a few years back?”

I caught her nod in my peripheral vision. “Probably know more than you about that one. But basically, Flick’s uncle owned property in Bridgewater your club wanted. Not realizing Flick was an old lady, some of your men came and snatched her. Stone recognized her as his sister, busted her out of a cell. She busted a bunch of SCMC arses before they were both tossed back in a celland Taz and the Charons rode up to reclaim her.”

I wondered what the fuck she could know that I didn’t about that situation, but now wasn’t the time to get into it.

“Animal, Tank and a couple other younger guys were the ones Flick took down. They’ve not exactly forgiven her for it. But she’s a pregnant old lady so: untouchable. You, on the other hand, my independent fiery woman, are unpatched and unprotected by club law.”

She sat up with a gasp and turned to face me.

“I’m Taz’s sister, a blood relative of the Charon MC. Iamprotected.”

Sighing, because I knew this wasn’t going to make her happy. I shifted until I was sitting with my back against the headboard before I reached for her, scooping her up and putting her sideways over my lap, so I could keep my arm around her waist to stop her from running.

“The Charons would see it that way, but Animal has made it clear he doesn’t. That it means he won’t suffer any repercussions for going after you. Animal isn’t in a good place. Fuck. I shouldn’t be telling you this, but I’m thinking it best you know what you’re walking into with him. He’s using. We’re not one hundred percent sure, but we think he got himself hooked on pain pills after he reinjured his shoulder a couple months back. Stone’s never far from him, keeping an eye on him.”

She was nearly vibrating with rage as I tightened my hold on her.

“Are you trying to tell me you only claimed me to keep me safe from your club brother? Who’s fucked up on drugs, but apparently you guys won’t do anything about it other than watch him spiral? Seriously? That’s what you’re saying to me?

Closing my eyes for a moment I huffed out a breath. Me and my stupid no lying rule. Should have made that after we had this conversation. Fuck!

“It’s not that simple. We rat him out to the club president and it’s not what we think, we could be signing his death warrant. For now, a few of us are watching him closely, trying to work out exactly what’s going on. If it is just pain pills, we’ll sort something out. Probably a snatch and grab, knock him out and toss his ass in one of the cells back at the clubhouse until he dries the fuck out. Maybe toss his butt into rehab. But we need more facts before we go getting Viper involved. He’s got enough on his plate without adding this.” Although, I was pretty sure he already knew something was going on. It wasn’t like Animal had been careful with who saw him behaving like a fucking lunatic. “And as far as claiming you? That has fuck all to do with Animal. If I’d just wanted to keep you safe from the others, I would have just hung close to you last weekend. Could have told Taz and he would have taken you with him when he took Flick home. I claimed you because you were fucking made to be mine, Jacie. Only mine.”

Wrapping my fingers around her jaw, I moved her face so I could get my mouth on her again. Kissing her seemed to be one of the few things that could dispel her temper. Which was damnconvenient because I just so happened to fucking love getting my mouth on my woman.

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