Page 21 of Trident: Mayhem Makers

Ending the kiss, I rested my forehead against hers and just breathed her scent deep into my lungs. Playing with that sun pendant of hers again, lifting it up to give us a subject change. “Why do you wear this?”

Her whole body stiffened, and disappointment that she still didn’t trust me enough to share her secrets was a sour taste in the back of my throat as I dropped the necklace back down against her skin.

“Nevermind. Forget I asked.”

I hadn’t changed my mind. This woman was my ride or die, I justknewit. It’d just be nice if she felt the same way already. She needed time, I got that. She didn’t trust her instincts like I did mine. But fuck, I was impatient for when she would put her faith in me.

“It’s the only thing I have left of my mum.” She looked down, picking the charm up herself. “When I was little, I’d cling to this thing. Whenever I got really upset, she’d take it off and let me wear it, or hold it until I felt better. The day she died—was murdered—her and Gordon had been arguing. I can’t remember what it was about, just that there was a whole lot of yelling. I wasn’t quite three years old.” She huffed a half laugh. “Probably too young to be left alone with this thing. Choking hazard, right? But I never even once tried to put it in my mouth that I recall. Mum had been crying when she’d wrapped the chain around myneck twice, told me she loved me more than the sun loved the moon, then closed my door. I hated when she was upset like that. Hated Gordon and his bullshit. His friends in their stuffy suits that’d come over.” She shook her head. “I must have cried myself to sleep before the smoke got into my lungs. Donny pulled me out when he got home from school…”

She stalled out and I pressed a kiss to her temple, my heart breaking for that little toddler who lost so much that day.

“I’m glad you have it.”

She nodded and sniffled, before she blew out a breath. “Damn, that dampened the mood a bit, huh?”

Lifting her hand to my mouth I pressed a kiss to the center of her palm before I placed it under my cut, over my heart.

“Rest for a bit, babe. We got all the time in the world.”

For what had to be the first time since I met her, she didn’t argue, just snuggled into my chest and dozed off. It wasn’t long before I shuffled us down the bed, keeping her on top of me, before nodding off myself.

Chapter Seven

Trident

When I stirred awake about twenty minutes later, it was to find my arms still full of a sleeping woman. The fact she hadn’t tried to sneak off on me, that she’d shared something so personal, made herself vulnerable to me before we’d fallen asleep, gave me hope I was getting somewhere with her. With a quiet sigh, she squirmed against me and my cock—which was already rock hard—began to throb with need.

Rolling us over, caging her beneath me, I kissed my way along her jawline until I was close to her ear.

“Time to wake up,Ula’ula Mõ’i.”

Reaching up, she wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling me in as she rolled us to the side.

“Not yet. It’s not.” Her voice was adorably slurred with her half asleep.

Trying not to laugh, I pulled her hand from my neck and pressed a kiss to the center of her palm before nipping each of her fingertips.

“C’mon, babe. Got plans I need you awake for.”

She pulled her hand out of my grip and tucked it under her cheek.

“Hmm, but wanna sleep, T.”

Chuckling at how stubborn my girl was, I grabbed her hipand turned her toward me so I could give her jean clad butt a playful smack. With a squeal she rolled back onto her side to glare at me as she gave my chest a shove with a fist.

“What the fuck, Trident? Did you seriously justspankme?”

I tapped her nose with my forefinger.

“Damn straight I did. And I’ll do it again if you don’t start doing what you’re told. You left me hanging last weekend. Woke up with morning wood and no one to take care of it. I ain’t having that happen again. And since I got no clue how long your girls are gonna give us, I’m done wasting time.”

She stilled, mouth open as she blinked at me for a few seconds before her gaze narrowed and my heart rate ticked up. Fucking loved riling my woman up. She was hotter than hell when she got going.

“I left you hanging… You know you can take care of your dick all by yourself, yeah? Not my fault you didn’t rub one out before you took off home.”

The mouth on this chick.

“Trust me, I tried that. Turns out after my cock got a taste of you, my palm just wasn’t gonna cut it. So, you gonna strip yourself or do I need to do it for you? Although, I can’t guarantee your clothes will survive if I do it.”

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