by Alexa Rynn
“I love it.”
He was pounding inside of me harder now, getting off.
“Your pussy is so good, Kat.”
He felt so good. I wanted him to fuck me like this forever.
“It’s your pussy,” I moaned. “That pussy belongs to you.”
Danger started pounding me even harder, stretching me harder and further around his huge cock. He gave a few final pulls and then I felt him explode all over the inside of me and a second later I felt myself cum all over his dick. I could feel myself starting to blush from embarrassment but Danger just grinned. “Don’t be embarrassed, you have no idea how fucking hot that is.” He clasped down next to me on the bed, his breathing just as out of whack as mine. I felt him studying me out of the corner of my eye. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said
“Are you sure?”
I turned to look at him. “I’m sure.”
He smiled and leaned over, kissing me softly on the lips. I looked back at him, knowing that I was lying right to his face. Physically I was okay, but emotionally I was all over the place. I was totally falling for my stepbrother and I had no idea what I was going to do about it.
PART TWO
JENNIFER
Getting involved with Trigger Ford was a very bad idea. It was probably one of the worst ideas in the world, to be honest. Getting involved with Trigger Ford would be like saying what he does is okay. It would be saying that selling drugs and murdering people is a good way of life. My mom had fought long and hard to get us away from that life and I wasn’t about to bring it right back up to her doorstep. No matter how sexy the leading man was.
And Trigger was sexy, that much was for sure.
Some might say he was the sexiest man in the entire club. My stomach started to ache when I thought about last night. Last night. What the fuck had I been thinking last night? Acting that way with Trigger in the middle of the dance floor. Being that close to a Ford brother in any setting was a good way to get shot up. I wasn’t just close to him, though. I was close enough to him so that he could finger me in the back of the club on the dance floor.
I don’t know what the hell had come over me. I definitely wasn’t a slutty ass girl but being with Trigger was like having no control of your own body or emotions. Even if I knew it was wrong at the time part of me didn’t care because somehow it still felt so right.
Yeah, it felt right until I realized he had organized a murder that had gone down last night. Then suddenly nothing felt right. So then why the hell couldn’t I stop thinking about him? About his dark smooth lips and that sexy smirk that came over them. Or the way his voice sounded in my ear while he had his fingers inside of me? Just the thought was enough to make me start to feel hot.
No man had ever had that effect on me before. When it finally happened it had to be one of the scariest MC brothers in the entire state. One of the sexiest men in the state, but not one I could ever be involved with. The Ford brothers didn’t even do girlfriends, I had no idea what I had thought would come out of the situation.
So then why couldn’t I stop thinking about last night?
I knew I had acted like a little girl running out of the club the way I did but damn I had freaked out. I had just found out the same man finger fucking me in the middle of the dance floor had carried out a murder.
The door to our apartment swung open and my mom came bursting in, tearing me out of my daydream. I set the cup of tea I was drinking down on the table and got up from the table to see what was good with her.
She slammed the door shut behind her and threw a bunch of grocery bags on the floor causing food went rolling all over the place. Great. Her hair was falling out of her normally neat bun and her makeup was running down her face. It was clear that she was stressed even before she locked the door and pulled the chain over the ledge frantically. She swung around and looked out the peephole, ignoring me.
“Mom?” I asked slowly.
She jumped at the sound of my voice like I hadn’t been standing right next to her for the past twenty seconds. She swung her head back around to look at me and clutched her hand over her chest when she realized it was only me, there was a fear and anxiety in her face I hadn’t seen since she had been clean and I immediately hated the place it brought me back to. A place filled with lies, drugs, and pain. My first thought was that she had relapsed and then I immediately hated myself for it, ashamed that I didn’t have more faith in her even after a few years of her being sober.
“Jenny,” she said in a strained voice. “Sorry, baby, I didn’t see you there.”
“What’s wrong, mom?” I glanced down at the groceries that were still strung about all over the floor.
She sighed slowly, looking out the peephole again. “I fear my past has finally caught up with me, child.”
“Tell me what’s going on,” I said, being careful to keep my voice down so my little sisters didn’t here. I glanced in the living room to make sure they hadn’t heard anything but they were still watching the T.V. silently, totally oblivious to the fact that mom had even walked in the door.
My mom removed her face away from the door with shame. “It’s those brothers, they finally came for what I owe.”
I felt my heart start to race in my chest. I had suspected mom got drugs from one of the Ford brothers in the past but I hadn’t known she owed them any money. It seemed strange to me that they would be chasing her down now, years later. Then a feeling of dread came over me; unless it was my fault. Maybe Trigger had told his brothers what a corny bitch I was and now they were coming to make good on their debt.
“Mom!” I hissed. “I didn’t even know you owed them anything!”
She nodded, shame filling her eyes. “Five hundred.”
“Five hundred!” I shouted. “We don’t have that kind of money!”
“Shush! Your sisters!” my mom said, keeping her voice low. “I know we don’t have that kind of money! That’s why I’m keeping my eyes on the door.”
“Maybe they would let us make payments?” I offered.
My mom laughed; like she couldn’t believe what a silly child she had. “The Ford brothers don’t do payments. You either have their money or you pay in other ways.” She said the last part with fear in her voice.
“Don’t worry, mom, it’s going to be okay,” I told her, even though I wasn’t sure it’s going to be.
“I just don’t understand. I’ve seen them in passing dozens of times since I got clean. Why now? I come walking up the street and there’s the youngest brother just waiting in front of our building like it’s no big deal. I doubt 500 dollars is a lot of money to those brothers.” She was rambling now, the way she always did when she was nervous.
“The youngest brother?” I asked. She meant Trigger. Trigger was down there? Right now? So what? He was pissed off that I had ditched him last night at the club so he decided to come around and try to intimidate my family? How immature could he get? Who the hell did he think he was?
I sighed and pushed my mom back from the door a little. “I’ll be right back.”
“No!” she pleaded, sounding more like a child than a mother. “Where are you going?”
I took a deep breath. “I’m going to talk to him.”
My mom gasped, clutching her heart with one hand and my wrist with her other. “The hell you are! No child of mine is going down to talk to any Ford brother! I’ll never see you again!”
I rolled my eyes. I knew Trigger wasn’t going to hurt me. “I’ll be fine, mom. I’m just going to find out what the deal is.”
“No, you aren’t!” She was kind of yelling now and I could hear my little sisters starting to stir in the other room. A second later the sound of their tiny feet on the floor made my mom turn her gaze to them.
“I won’t get in the car with him or go anywhere with him. He’s not going to do anything to me in the middle of the day where anyone could see. They aren’t stupid.”
I could see her starting to ba
ck down.
“Watch the babies, I’ll be back in 5 minutes.” I opened the door and slipped out before she had a chance to say anything else.
“Five minutes,” I heard her call after me. “Or I’m calling the police!”
I took the steps down two at a time, knowing that I better hurry cause my mom wasn’t joking; she really would call the cops. Then the Ford brothers would really have a reason to come after us. I couldn’t help but wish I looked a little better as I jogged through the lobby toward the main entrance. A pair of black shorts and a sweatshirt wasn’t exactly sexy to the guy I had just let feel me up on the dance floor the night before.
I expected to see Trigger behind the wheel of his black infinity when I walked outside but instead he was leaning against the hood of his car. His hair was messy, flying in every which direction. His dark eyes were bloodshot, his face looked tired and he was wearing the same clothes as last night, making me think he hadn’t gotten any sleep yet.
The thought of if he went home with a girl or not immediately popped into my head but I forced myself to push it out. That wasn’t any of my business. Although if he had considering what he had done with me last night then he was pretty grimy.
Despite his sleep deprived status, he still looked sexy.
And he still looked cocky.
He looked me up and down I crossed my arms over my chest self-consciously. I should have at least run a brush through my hair and threw on a little make-up before I marched down here trying to be all badass. He smirked at me being uncomfortable and I felt my stomach start to bubble. He was such a jerk.
“I was just about to make my way upstairs,” he said, the cocky smirk still glued on his perfect face.
“Oh yeah? What for? So you could intimidate my mom some more?” I took a step closer to him, feeling brave around him for some reason suddenly.
Trigger raised his eyebrows at me, clearly more amused by my attitude than annoyed. “And how exactly did I intimidate your mom?”
I opened my mouth to talk but snapped it shut again when I realized I wasn’t exactly sure what he had done to intimidate her; my mom hadn’t gotten that far.
“Well… by… by doing whatever it is… you did to her.”
Trigger laughed loudly and the sound echoed up and down the street around us. I glanced across the street and saw a few people peeking out their windows at us. Great, by lunch everyone in the neighborhood, would know a Ford brother had visited.
“All I did was tell her good morning and she took off running into the building like I had a gun pointed at her head.”
I snickered. “Wouldn’t be hard to believe considering what I witnessed yesterday.”
Trigger laughed again, not picking up on any of my sarcasm. “I’m not here for your mom, Jennifer. I’m here for you.”
“Oh,” I said, trying to act like I could care less. “Well, what do you want?”
Trigger took a few strides closer to me and leaned down so that his eyes met mine. “What do I want? What I want is to know how the hell you got home last night? And why the hell you took off out of the club like that?”
I shrugged. “My friend picked me up.”
Trigger raised his eyebrows. “A girlfriend or a guy friend?”
I rolled my eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but secretly glad he cared. “Why does that matter?”
“It matters. After what we did in that club last night you’re damn right it matters.”
“Fine,” I told him. “It matters. It was a girl.”
He nodded, taking my word for it. Probably the idea of any girl ditching him for another man is crazy to him. Not surprised.
“So what happened then? Did what happened freak you out?”
“No,” I snapped. “It didn’t freak me out. Believe it or not, I have been fingered before!” I knew that I was kind of yelling but I didn’t care, he was so annoying. Of course, that was the first place his mind would go. He clearly thought I had never fucked with any guys or something before. He was so big headed.
Trigger smirked again, happy that he was getting a reaction out of me. “Then what’s your deal?”
I shrugged. “Maybe I just wasn’t interested in hanging out anymore. Wasn’t feeling it.”
“Yeah?” he asked, shrugging. “Cause you really seemed to be feeling it last night if you know what I mean.”
I felt myself starting to blush. “Well, I’m not feeling it now.”
What else was I supposed to say? I couldn’t accuse him of knowing about the shooting last night. I couldn’t tell him that his way of life wasn’t what I wanted for myself. I couldn’t tell him that I knew he didn’t do relationships. All of those thoughts would come off as crazy to him. Hell, they even came off as crazy to me considering I had just started fucking with this guy a day earlier. No lady should be over analyzing things this soon, but for some reason, it was hard to remember to play by the rules when it came to Trigger.
He studied me for a second, trying to decide if I was for real or not. “I don’t do this,” he told me with a cold expression painted on his dark features.
“You don’t do what, Trigger?”
He shrugged. “Chase bitches, I just don’t do it. I don’t have to do it. So if you think I’m going to buy into whatever game you’re playing, you have another thing coming.”
He was unbelievable. Of course, I had to be playing some game because no girl could ever not be interested in him. The idea that someone like me wouldn’t want him was unbelievable to him, he probably thought I should bow down to him right then and there.
“I’m not asking you to chase me! I’m asking you to never see me again!”
Trigger smirked. “But I’ll see you at school,” he pointed out.
“Well, maybe I’ll just switch my class!”
Trigger laughed for about the tenth time since our conversation began, continuing to not take anything I said seriously. “Maybe you should.”
“Fine! I will then!” I told him, sounding way more sure than I was.
“Okay,” Trigger shrugged like he could care less.
“Fine! Then I guess there’s nothing else to say!”
He shrugged. “I guess not.”
“Fine! Bye” I turned around and started to walk toward my apartment building so I could prove how serious I was.
“Deuces,” he called, sounding like he could care less what I do.
I slammed the door shut behind me and forced myself to not look back.
***
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I lied into the phone. “I didn’t even recognize him as one of the Ford brothers, he was looking for some kid who owed him money.”
Gosh, the lies were just flying out of my mouth ever since I had come back inside from seeing Trigger. First with my mom, and then to the half dozen people who had called me since word spread that I was seen on the street with a Ford brother, and now to Meghan.
The worst had been lying to my mom. I felt bad having to come up with the story spur of the moment but there was no way I could tell her the truth. I already knew what her reaction would be to me having anything to do with a Ford brother, and it wouldn’t be a good one.
As far as everyone else went it was pretty simple, I wasn’t trying to have anyone all up in my business. And I knew Trigger wasn’t trying to have anyone up in his either. Besides it wasn’t like there was anything to tell anymore, whatever had been going on between Trigger and me was definitely over with now. It probably didn’t even count as anything to him. He had so many club whores he fucked with that losing a girl he just met was no big deal to him.
So all I really had to do was get through a few more white lies and I would be all set, I would never have to talk or think about Trigger Ford again. Sounded perfect to me.
“How could you not know it was Trigger?” Tasha huffed on the other line of the phone. “He’s hard to miss. With those big lips and he’s so tall and handsome. Oh, girl, lord the things I would do to that man sho
uld be illegal, let me tell you.”
She laughed loudly and I tried to not get jealous as the thought of Trigger and Meghan rolling around together on a bed flashed through my mind. I hated myself for feeling sick at the thought but I couldn’t help it, stupid Trigger and his sexy muscular body.
“Well, whatever, I really don’t care what everyone is saying, all I know is what it is and that’s nothing. I swear people around here will gossip about anything, none of it even adds up. Why would Trigger Ford be down here trying to hang out with me? I’m sure he has better things to do, I mean he’s Trigger Ford.”
Meghan thought about it for a second before she agreed. “That’s true. I mean no offense, I just know how the Ford brothers are and hanging out with girls isn’t really on their radar.”
I hated that the fact that she was right about the brothers bothered me at all, but it did. I didn’t want to think about Trigger with any other girls. Even if there was nothing going on between the two of us, I was still human and I had still hooked up with him less than 24 hours ago. It was going to take me a little while to get over the situation, even if there wasn’t much of a situation at all to get over.
I tried my best to juggle the bag of groceries and my phone in my hand as I opened the door to our building. My mom had sent me up the street after I came back inside to grab a few things she had forgotten at the store. It was typical of my mom. She was always forgetting things.
As soon as the door swung shut behind me I knew I was in for it. Our landlord, Jessica, was standing right in front of the steps I needed to take to get up to the floor our apartment was on. She was a heavyset woman with a nice smile and thinning hair. For the most part, she was decent unless you owed her back rent, then she was just a complete bitch. And at the moment my mom happened to owe her back rent, two months back rent to be exact. Don’t get me wrong my mother worked her ass off but it wasn’t that easy to support three children on a minimum wage paycheck and sometimes she fell behind.
I tried to backtrack and go outside until she had gone on her way but it was no use, she had already seen me. She puffed her big lips out and put one hand on her hip, waving her other arm back and forth as she waved me over. She was wearing what she always wore; a long skirt and a white blouse that was buttoned all the way to the top, black work sneakers clung to her feet. She always said she did too much running around trying to chase people for their rent money to not be comfortable.
