Page 12 of Trigger's Temptation

We stay this way for a few stolen moments before Aerianna rips her gaze away and takes a step back. Her pupils are dilated, and her chest is heaving with every breath.

“Shit,” she breathes, licking her lips. My eyes follow the trail her tongue left, and I wish it was my tongue tracing the succulent flesh of her lips and more. I’ll bet if I stick my hand down her panties, she’ll be soaked for me.

Tiny nudges me on the back, and I turn to him with a pissed-off look. “What the fuck was that?”

“Nothing,” I bark back.

“Uh-huh,” Tiny responds skeptically.

I turn back to where Aerianna was, and she’s not there anymore. I scan the crowd, looking for her, but can’t find her. Shit. Oh, well. She’s a distraction I don’t need right now.

The next fight is over in a matter of minutes. Not even worth paying attention to. Then, the winner from the first round and the second round battle it out. This one I watch carefully, clocking and learning each fighter's moves until only one is left standing. That is the one I will be taking on in an hour.

Tiny leads us to the back of the warehouse, and he opens a door marked private. “You’re going on in an hour. Stay in here, get your head right, and focus on what you need to do. If you win this, you’ll be closer to being able to help your sister. The pot is up to fifty-k, and once the fees are paid, you’ll walk away with thirty-five.”

“Thirty-five K for a few minutes in a ring?” I ask just to be sure. Tiny nods his head with a devilish smirk on his face. Fuckyeah. “Shit, brother. This payday is what I need right now. A few of these this week, and I’ll have enough to help Elise.”

“One other thing,” Tiny states. I raise an eyebrow, watching him. “If you beat this guy, he’s agreed to become a valuable asset to the Royal Bastards in finding Lattimer.”

I nod my head in understanding. Take this guy down and gain valuable intel to help find the man who has been wreaking havoc on our Club.

“He won’t stand a chance,” I confirm.

Tiny leaves and I try to focus, but my thoughts drift. Not to the fight. Not to the money. To Aerianna. Her succulent lips and a teasing smile. Heated grey eyes invade my fantasies, and I’m rock hard. Fuck, I don’t need this right now. But I can’t get Aerianna out of my head. I’m drawn to her like I’ve never been drawn to someone before. She’s going to be the death of me before I even get a chance to taste her.

A loud knock on the door signals it’s almost time. I strip out of my cut and t-shirt, kick off my riding boots, and unzip my jeans to relieve the pressure against my aching dick. I rock my neck from side to side and jump around a few times to loosen my muscles.

The door swings open.

Time to handle business for my club and my sister.

And if I win? That’s one step closer to getting everything I need.

Chapter 7

AERIANNA

Pulling away from Trigger’s embrace was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I can’t get the stubborn man out of my head as it is, and now that I know what his body feels like pressed against mine, it’s going to be impossible.

I shake my head from the thoughts of his rough fingers gripping my face to the softness of his thumb stroking my lips. His scent lingers in my lungs and makes my heart stutter. I’ve never had this reaction to a man before. I’ve been taught at a young age what a man can do to a woman if he really wants to. What violent acts a man can commit against a woman just for being a strong female.

But none of that matters when it comes to Trigger. My mind and body want him. Even though we are worlds apart on the opposite sides of the law, where I stand for the good and he stands for the bad, I still want him in my life. He makes my heart race, his strength makes me feel safe. Something I haven’t had in a very long time. Not since before I joined the Detroit task force, fresh out of school.

The bell dings, pulling me back to reality. The two women fighters exit the ring, one being carried out while the other walksout on her own. Blood drips from the cuts on the unconscious woman’s face. These people are crazy to do this day in and day out. To fight until they either win or are dragged out.

Earlier today, my handler called me with a lead into a man the Royal Bastards MC has been looking for. He’s supposed to be here fighting tonight, and my job is to find him, see what he knows, and how I can flip him. He told me he was a dark-skinned man with a Lion tattoo on his back. I haven’t seen him fight yet, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t here.

Unfortunately, or maybe it was fortunately, before I could find him, I spotted Trigger ringside with a man three times his size. The second I saw him, I lost all control. Even if someone held a gun to my head, I still would’ve approached him.

When he’s near, my thoughts sharpen and blur all at once. My heart races, and my body hums to his proximity. I don’t know why, but Trigger has become my kryptonite. I want, no, I need, to get closer to him, not just for my job but because I want to know him better. I want to know how he would handle me at my worst and at my best.

All thoughts of us being on opposite sides of the law fly out the window when he is near me, which is why I need to stay away from him, but I can’t. That’s like telling a bear to stay away from honey. He’s the nectar to my starving body.

What the hell is wrong with me? I am here with a job to do, not to lust after a known biker gang member. Uh! I need to hit the gym later and burn off this energy thrumming through my body that Trigger releases inside of me.

I stand in the back of the crowd as it chants for the last fight of the night. My jaw drops when Trigger enters the ring. His chest is bare, glistening with sweat, making his muscles ripple with every movement. His short dark hair is gleaming with sweat, and his jeans are unbuttoned and unzipped, a dark trail leading to a promise he can deliver what he’s putting out.

My mouth waters at the thought of what I want to do to this man. He scans the crowd until his piercing gaze lands on me. All shouts and cheers fade away as we lock eyes. I shift from foot to foot, desperate to relieve the pressure between my thighs, but it’s no use. He owns my attention, my body, my thoughts. And the bastard knows it. This man turns me on, and I get to watch him work his magic. Trigger sends a wink my way before he faces his opponent.

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