Page 78 of Trigger

“Goddon’t say it out loud,” he whined. “You’re making it worse.”

Ilicked the cut in my lip. “What’s the big deal? It was just pretending.”

“Pret—”He paused, gritting his teeth. “What about this?

Whenhe waved his gun in the general area of my crotch, my cheeks warmed.

“It’sjust my body’s reaction, which is perfectly natural,” I mumbled, looking away.“It doesn’t mean anything.”

Wouldit help if I told him he had an obvious erection at this very moment? Or thathe kissed me back? Probably not. No. I needed a diversion, especially with thatgun pointed at my face.

“Ifyou must know, I was thinking about Shelley,” I said, keeping a blank face.

It wasthewrong thing to say, because now he looked even more pissed.

“Don’tyou dare say it,” he bit out. “Take it back.”

“Iwon’t take it back,” I said, smiling sweetly. “And you’re an asshole.”

“Touchme again, and you’re dead.”

“Asif. And for the record, I won’t save your life again, either.” I walked up tohim and yelled into his face. “For the last time. I was trying to protect you,you egomaniacal prick.”

“Idon’t need your protection,” he said, walking away. “Dickhead.”

Andnow he was leaving? Just great.

“Whereare you going?” I said, rolling my eyes. “You can’t walk back home at this timeof night. It’s too far away.”

“Watchme.”

“Dom,stop. Please. Get in the car. Don’t be a child.”

“Fuckoff.”

Whenhe disappeared behind the corner, I rested my arms on my hips, shaking my headin frustration.

“Fuck.”

Carter

Only whenI reached the main street did I realize I still had a gun in my hand. I tuckedit into the holster, ignoring the fact that my hands were shaking.

Whatthe fuck just happened? I couldn’t remember it properly, as if someone fuckedwith my mind and then lobotomized me. Everything was just a… blur. The crowdedclub. Soft lips on mine. The taste of peppermint, hitting my brain like inthose TV ads for chewing gum. Heat. Teeth. Mouth sucking on my tongue as if itwere a fucking lollipop. And then a blank, as if my mind blocked it out.

TyeThorsen was a strange bird. I was willing to give him that. He was impulsive,reckless, and rash at times. Still, this was the worst diversion he could thinkof. And no, I didn’t have a problem kissing a guy, but I had a problem kissinghim.I always felt a little weird around him, as if there was some kind ofscrewed-up chemistry between us that always kept me on my toes. To make thingsmore awkward, he was sporting an erection. I knew I shouldn’t blame him for it,but I blamed him because all of this shouldn’t have happened in the firstplace.

When Iknocked on Vic’s door, I was still shaking.

“Hey,darling,” she said after opening the door, looking surprised. “What hap—”

Igrabbed her by the waist and slammed my lips on hers.

A softgasp escaped her as I pushed her inside and closed the door with my foot. Ipinned her against the wall and pushed her PJs down her hips when she broke thekiss, panting.

“Carter,you’re hurting me.”

Iloosened my grip even before she spoke because she tasted like perfume, and itdistracted me.

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