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on more than just her.
“Take me home, Bullet.”
Chapter Seven
“Anything you want, babe. Trig, grab her purse off the floor,” Bullet ordered. Trig seemed to teeter a little as he regained his composure, then he was all business. That was one of the things Bullet admired about him—Trig had always been the poster boy for grace under pressure.
He pulled a wad of bills out of his wallet and thrust them at Trig. “Here man, go settle up with that bartender and let’s get out of here. And hurry. We’ll get the car going.”
“Bullet, there’s a thousand dollars here.” Ever practical, Trig counted the money, straightening the stack.
“Just give it to the guy and hurry up or I’m leaving your ass here while I make sweet love to your woman.” And she was Trig’s woman, there could be no doubt. She’d called his name when she came. Damn, but that made him want her even more, that and Trig’s unwillingness to share her.
Trig didn’t say anything else. He turned on his heel and disappeared into the ballroom where the fight song was playing to the sound of cheering. Bullet didn’t miss the glare he gave him just before he walked away. No, Trig was not happy sharing this one, but whether he was happy or not, he was turned on, more so than any of the times before. “Come on, Kailey, before the party breaks up.”
Bullet took her keys from her and unlocked the driver’s-side door. Instead of helping her inside he opened the back door and all but pushed her in, climbing in behind her. Making out with the valedictorian in the backseat wasn’t a half-bad fantasy, at that.
“Who’s going to drive?” Kailey leaned against the seat, her eyes alight with lust and distrust. He liked that about her. She might not like him, but she sure as hell wanted him.
“Trig will. I want you to myself for a few minutes. Is that all right?” He leaned into her, pressing her back against the seat, his lips on hers. That was the last thing he thought of for a while.
*
He kissed divinely, his tongue dipping into her mouth, drawing hers into a game of thrust and parry. His lips were relentless, closing over hers, suckling her lips into his mouth, her tongue. He ran his hands through her hair, pulling out the clip that contained the massive curls, as he feasted on her.
“There you are.” The front door swung open, and Trig climbed in. Bullet thrust the keys at him. “Son of a bitch!”
“Just shut up and drive. The quicker we get there, the quicker we get naked.” His hand snaked beneath her dress, dragging it up above her breasts. “The quicker you can join me with this scrumptious little morsel.”
Trigger’s eyes raked over her body, watching as Bullet buried his face between her breasts, his hand covering her belly. Her whole body reacted at the intrusion of two thick fingers between her legs; she ran her hands through Bullet’s blond hair nestled at her chest, his greedy mouth sucking her nipples, his fingers gently stroking her below. Orgasm hot and fast consumed her. Before she could come down, Bullet laid her down on the seat and settled his body between her legs. Trig continued to watch, his eyes glazed with lust.
“Trigger—” she focused on him as if willing him to drive “—turn right out of the lot, go past the hotel next door, then five mailboxes. It’s the one with the pink and green mermaid.”
“Okay,” he said, dragging his eyes off her and Bullet for the five minutes it took to pull into the driveway of her rental house.
Kailey felt herself being lifted out of the backseat, her body cradled between the two men, one dark as sin, the other a golden god. She was hallucinating surely, sexually inebriated. That was it—she was drunk, and this was all a dream, one massive doozy of an erotic dream that she couldn’t wake up from. She didn’t want to wake up. She throbbed and pulsed in places she hadn’t known existed—her nipples were swollen, her silk dress coarse against the tortured
“Take me home, Bullet.”
Chapter Seven
“Anything you want, babe. Trig, grab her purse off the floor,” Bullet ordered. Trig seemed to teeter a little as he regained his composure, then he was all business. That was one of the things Bullet admired about him—Trig had always been the poster boy for grace under pressure.
He pulled a wad of bills out of his wallet and thrust them at Trig. “Here man, go settle up with that bartender and let’s get out of here. And hurry. We’ll get the car going.”
“Bullet, there’s a thousand dollars here.” Ever practical, Trig counted the money, straightening the stack.
“Just give it to the guy and hurry up or I’m leaving your ass here while I make sweet love to your woman.” And she was Trig’s woman, there could be no doubt. She’d called his name when she came. Damn, but that made him want her even more, that and Trig’s unwillingness to share her.
Trig didn’t say anything else. He turned on his heel and disappeared into the ballroom where the fight song was playing to the sound of cheering. Bullet didn’t miss the glare he gave him just before he walked away. No, Trig was not happy sharing this one, but whether he was happy or not, he was turned on, more so than any of the times before. “Come on, Kailey, before the party breaks up.”
Bullet took her keys from her and unlocked the driver’s-side door. Instead of helping her inside he opened the back door and all but pushed her in, climbing in behind her. Making out with the valedictorian in the backseat wasn’t a half-bad fantasy, at that.
“Who’s going to drive?” Kailey leaned against the seat, her eyes alight with lust and distrust. He liked that about her. She might not like him, but she sure as hell wanted him.
“Trig will. I want you to myself for a few minutes. Is that all right?” He leaned into her, pressing her back against the seat, his lips on hers. That was the last thing he thought of for a while.
*
He kissed divinely, his tongue dipping into her mouth, drawing hers into a game of thrust and parry. His lips were relentless, closing over hers, suckling her lips into his mouth, her tongue. He ran his hands through her hair, pulling out the clip that contained the massive curls, as he feasted on her.
“There you are.” The front door swung open, and Trig climbed in. Bullet thrust the keys at him. “Son of a bitch!”
“Just shut up and drive. The quicker we get there, the quicker we get naked.” His hand snaked beneath her dress, dragging it up above her breasts. “The quicker you can join me with this scrumptious little morsel.”
Trigger’s eyes raked over her body, watching as Bullet buried his face between her breasts, his hand covering her belly. Her whole body reacted at the intrusion of two thick fingers between her legs; she ran her hands through Bullet’s blond hair nestled at her chest, his greedy mouth sucking her nipples, his fingers gently stroking her below. Orgasm hot and fast consumed her. Before she could come down, Bullet laid her down on the seat and settled his body between her legs. Trig continued to watch, his eyes glazed with lust.
“Trigger—” she focused on him as if willing him to drive “—turn right out of the lot, go past the hotel next door, then five mailboxes. It’s the one with the pink and green mermaid.”
“Okay,” he said, dragging his eyes off her and Bullet for the five minutes it took to pull into the driveway of her rental house.
Kailey felt herself being lifted out of the backseat, her body cradled between the two men, one dark as sin, the other a golden god. She was hallucinating surely, sexually inebriated. That was it—she was drunk, and this was all a dream, one massive doozy of an erotic dream that she couldn’t wake up from. She didn’t want to wake up. She throbbed and pulsed in places she hadn’t known existed—her nipples were swollen, her silk dress coarse against the tortured
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