Page 77 of Trigger

“Ihave an idea,” I said. “But you won’t like it.”

“If itinvolves guns—”

Igripped his face and slammed my lips on his.

Andthat was it. The final mistake. The final fuck-up. The one I was compelled tomake to save his ass. To hide him. And to scratch that itch that has beenitching me since the moment I met him.

When Igrabbed him, he stumbled because I wasn’t exactly gentle, and he lost hisfooting. He collided with a barstool as I pushed him backward until the barobstructed the view of us. And as I held his face and used my body to hide him,I licked the seam of his lips. Just one lick, I told myself, but it wasn’tenough. After one lick, I needed one taste, too. When his lips parted, I let mytongue slide between them. I searched for his tongue with mine, and when Ifound it, wet and hot, I almost lost my balance. He tasted like heaven—no otherway to describe it. Something fresh and watery, with a hint of strawberry, likethose bonbons with a fruity center he chewed on sometimes.

Iwould have stopped then. I swear I would have, but then he let out a low moan,and it was the sweetest sound in existence. When he slammed me against thewall, I braced myself for a punch, but it never came. Instead, his tonguelicked at mine, a slow, tentative lick that made my dick turn into a fuckingstone. I licked him back as our lips moved, fusing together so perfectly itblew my mind. Our hands didn’t roam, nor did our hips move. Only our mouthscaressed while our tongues indulged in slow, sensual licks. It was like themost fantastic, lascivious, gentlest, the most torturous fucking imaginableturned into a kiss. We kissed and turned it into an orgy.

And aswe kissed, the room around me faded. The sounds were next to vanish untilperfect silence took over. It was like calm before the storm. A deep breathbefore the races. The last shred of decency before the filth took over. Theproblem was I couldn’t get enough of him. I couldn’t kiss him deep enough, orhard enough. I couldn’t taste him enough. His lips were too sweet, his tonguetoo slippery. He was hunting for something too, so no wonder we made a mess ofthings with our teeth clashing and our mouths devouring. No wonder that kisswent from gentle to in-fucking-appropriate in a millisecond. No wonder itbecame clumsy, uncivilized, and painful even. I would arrest someone else for akiss like that, but I was too busy chasing that strawberry-tasting drop ofsaliva on his tongue. I couldn’t think, not with the blood pounding in my earsand my balls tightening, threatening to erupt.

And wewouldn’t have stopped, either. Fuck, I wouldn’t have stopped until I fuckingclimaxed if it weren’t for the voice in my vicinity that penetrated the lustclouding my mind.

“Yo,you two, get a room. Are you making a porno, or what? Geez!”

Icould feel myself coming down from a high, but it was a leisurely ride. Theroom slowly reappeared around me… first the flashing lights, then the walls,and finally the crowd. The sounds returned, too… the music, the shouting, thelaughter. I reluctantly let go of the sweetest lips I’ve ever tasted, but notbefore catching the bottom lip with my teeth and giving it a slow, teasing tug.His tongue darted out for one more hungry lick, and then he pulled away aswell.

Whenjungle green eyes met mine, they weren’t green anymore. They were golden, andyellow, and orange, and amber, as if someone poured gasoline over them and setthem on fire. And those lips I just made a meal of were wet and red andswollen, just like the tip of my throbbing dick against the damp front of myunderwear.

Whenthe guy with dreadlocks came into view, I sobered enough to grab Carter’s handand pull him after me.

“TheBomber is behind you. Don’t turn around.”

We randown the narrow, crowded hall until we reached the door that led to thebalcony. I opened it and looked over the railing, scanning the distance to theground. It wasn’t that bad.

“Youjump first,” I said, glancing behind me. “I’ll keep watch.”

AfterCarter did what I said, I jumped too, landing on the street next to him. I wasscrambling to my feet, still dizzy from that kissing orgy, when a fist hit myface. For a moment, everything turned black because it was a mean punch, and myhead flew to the side with force. When I felt blood in my mouth, I spat it out,wondering if I still had all my teeth.

“Whatthe fuck was that?” Carter exclaimed, his voice filled with shock and… horror?

Ilooked at him, wiping the blood off my mouth with the back of my hand. Hisjungle greens seemed wild. His face was pale, but his cheeks were flushed withembarrassment.

BeforeI could answer, he pulled out his gun.

“Whoa,”I said, raising my hands in surrender. “Calm down.”

“Whatthe fuck was that?” he said, wide-eyed.

“I wasimprovising,” I replied, trying to explain. “The Bomber was right behind you,so I had to do something.”

“Something?”he shouted. “Something?”

I wasin pain. And horny. And perhaps a little angry. Certainly not in the mood toargue.

“It’sno big deal,” I said with a sigh. “Haven’t you worked undercover? It usuallyrequires all kinds of… improvisation.”

Mynose tickled, and I wiped it with the back of my hand, only to realize it wasthe blood running out of my nostril. So, he broke my nose too? Worth it. Soworth it.

“Yes,I have worked undercover,” he growled. “But I’m not working undercover now, amI?”

Ilaughed bitterly. “That’s just great. That’s the thanks I get for saving yourass, asshole.”

Heraised his gun higher. “Are you for real right now?”

“Okay,okay,” I said, staring at the barrel of the gun. “I’m sorry for calling you anasshole, and I’m sorry for kissing you.”

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