Page 110 of Trigger

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, prove your point, Saint Carter. Or tell me to fuck off.”

He smiled. “That’s easy. Fuck off.”

“Right on, brother,” I said, heading to the door when he grabbedme by the arm and pushed me backward. I landed in a chair behind me before hesat astride my lap and pressed his lips to mine. And that was the moment when Ifinally lost my goddamn mind, because no way he just kissed me. It had to besomething else… Maybe that tequila Shelly gave us to drink. I let my tonguedart out, just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, only to find his mouth open andhis tongue ready to play.

“See?” Carter rasped, his voice trembling. “It means nothing.”

Nothing, my ass, I thought,grabbing him by the hips and yanking him toward me. When he landed on myerection, I hissed, almost blacking out from pleasure. Or pain. The twoemotions merged because I wanted to fuck him so badly that my soul ached. Or hecould fuck me. I didn’t give a flying fuck who would fuck who, only if fuckingwas involved. When I rubbed my aching shaft against his, he whimpered andripped my shirt open. Yes, it really happened since I could hear the buttonspopping out.

“Fuck, Tye,” he gasped, grinding his dick against mine, when Iheard the chair beneath us creaking.

“It will break,” I said, grabbing him by the waist just before thechair gave out. I landed on my back, with him on top of me. It was sweet, butit hurt.

“Fuck,” he breathed, sounding alarmed. “Are you okay?”

I grinned, more to disguise my pain than anything else. “Shellywill kill us. We broke her chair.”

When Carter shifted in my lap, I groaned, gritting my teeth.Itmeans nothing.He said it when he kissed me earlier, but with his throbbingdick under me, it sounded hilarious.

“It’s a big nothing you’ve got down there, Dom,” I said, breathingthrough my pain. “Are you sure you’re getting your point across?”

His cheeks turned red.

“Don’t make me shoot you, asshole. Shelly will be here anyminute.”

Which brought me to another point.

“Listen to me, you big ape,” I said, grabbing him by the collar ofhis shirt. “If you so much as think of kissing anyone else, I’ll… I’ll…?”

He grinned. “You’ll what… partner?”

I slammed my lips on his, only to hear the door opening.

We were both scrambling to our feet when Shelly came in, lookingat the broken chair and then at us. When her eyes zeroed in on my torn shirt,she blinked in confusion.

“What the hell happened? Did you two get into another fight?”

“Of course not,” I replied, trying to button my shirt, whichwasn’t easy with half the buttons missing. “And I’m sorry about the chair. It’sCarter’s fault.”

“Nothing happened, Shel,” Carter said, jabbing me in the ribs. “Wewere just fooling around. Right, Tye?”

I smirked. “Oh, absolutely. One big, fat nothing.”

So, that was one disaster averted. Another one awaited us when wearrived at the station.

“The gang’s all back,” Adam announced as soon as we walked in. “Isthat a hickey, Carter?”

Much to my chagrin, Carter touched his neck instinctively. Hedidn’t have a hickey because I didn’t give him one… yet, but that fucker wasmessing with him again.

“Don’t be an asshole, Adam,” Shelly said with a sigh. “Not today.It’s a good day.”

Adam sneered. “What do you say, Trigger? Is today a good day?”

Carter headed toward him, gritting his teeth.

Uh-oh.

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