Page 46 of Trigger

Iwanted her to. I could remember dreaming about something weird, and it made mydick hard like granite.

“Youknow I do,” I said, burying my face in her hair.

Icould feel myself swelling against her—rapidly, unexpectedly,painfully.After months of not feeling it, I suddenly felt… God, I felt weak with want.Fucking weak. Literally, because my knees turned wobbly. Legs shaky.

Vicgiggled. “Is that a gun in your pocket, Detective, or are you being naughty?”

“Theformer. No, the latter.”

Mybrain barely functioned with all the blood pooling to my groin.

“ShouldI wear my red underwear?” Vic whispered in my ear.

Shouldshe? The idea wasn’t unappealing. But strangely, it wasn’t appealing either. Iwas just… indifferent to red underwear, probably. And all that thinking made mydick limp.

“Bythe way,” she murmured, pointing her chin at the spare bedroom. “I presume hewon’t be here.”

“Erm…”I frowned, wondering why I was even thinking about it. “No. Of course not. Imean… unless he’s still sick. Then it wouldn’t be fair to kick him out, right?”

Shecaressed my arm.

“You’retoo good, Carter. You can’t allow people to take advantage of you.”

Whenshe looked pointedly toward the spare bedroom, I burst into laughter.

“Youthink he’s using me? Oh, come on, Vic. He couldn’t use a cap if it fell on hishead.”

“Idon’t know. I’m not sure I like him. There’s something sly about him.”

Ithought the exact opposite. Tye Thorsen was one of the few honest people Iknew. I was sure of it.

“Heprobably did something bad to end up in the LD,” she added in a low voice.“Maybe even something criminal.”

Ichuckled. “He’s not a criminal, Vic. He just can’t keep it in his pants whenthe mayor’s daughters are concerned.”

Herface brightened up. “Really?”

“Yeah,really.”

Shekissed me and wiped the lipstick off my cheek. “I have to go now, darling. Getbetter, okay?”

“Iwill.”

“Vicky,don’t go yet.” A hoarse baritone could be heard from a distance. “Let’s allthree of us spend the day in bed and cuddle.”

Irolled my eyes. “What did I say? Asshole.”

Vicgiggled and blew me a kiss, and then she was gone. Only after she left, and Ireturned to the spare bedroom did my smile disappear.

“Notfunny,” I said, pointing my finger at Thorsen, who was sprawled on the bed witha goofy grin on his face. I was relieved to see that he looked better. Hischeeks were still a little flushed, but his eyes were clear like always. Skyblue.

Hechuckled, patting the bed.

“Comehere and let me give you a big, sloppy kiss. You nursed me back to health.”

Igrimaced, picking up the clothes scattered around the bed.

“I’llpass.”

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