Lovely Trigger

by R. K. Lilley

  “Y-yes,” I stammered out. “It’s a beautiful name.”

  “It’s always easy to pick out flowers for me. My favorite flower is the same as my name.”

  “I’ll make a note of it.” What the fuck did you say that for? I asked myself. Of course, I wouldn’t be getting her flowers. Totally inappropriate.

  She looked pleased as punch. “You do that.”

  She bent down, her back arched like a pinup girl, and picked up her borrowed towel. She moved closer, dabbing at her cleavage with it.

  I swallowed hard, my cock throbbing in time to my accelerated heart rate.

  “Upper body today, huh?” she asked.

  I was watching her perky tits as she said it, so I blinked like an idiot. Her nipples were hard. I could see them through that flimsy as hell bra. “Hmm?”

  The towel moved down to her stomach. She didn’t look to be sweating much, but she patted herself down like she was.

  I was in a full on sweat. I designed it that way. It made for a better workout, but just then I wanted to strip down.

  Strip down and pin a naked Iris to the floor.

  “You’re working your upper body today. You alternate, right?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “It’s an intense workout you’ve got going. You training for something in particular?”

  I shook my head. “Just trying to stay fit. What about you? You clock in three hours, too, right?”

  She shrugged. “That’s a new thing, though I do enjoy a good workout. Just trying to keep things nice and tight.”

  That made my brain short-circuit. “Things are looking very tight.” A perfect fit for my cock, my perverted mind added.

  She came a little closer, almost into my personal space. “Thank you. That’s a big compliment, coming from a gym regular like you.”

  I couldn’t take anymore. I turned, put the weights back on the bar, and went into a round of grueling pushups.

  When I rose again, she was a few feet away doing French press reps, her chest thrust forward.

  I turned quickly away, and tried not to so much as glance at her.

  She kept her distance until I was on the last quarter hour of my routine, making my rounds on the machines.

  “I bet you have some super special after workout drink you down after these sessions,” she told me as she approached my machine, her tone playful.

  She got right up in my personal space, her breasts just inches from my face.

  I looked up at her eyes, mine almost pleading. She had to quit teasing me, whether or not she knew that’s what she was doing.

  I grunted.

  “Admit it. You do, don’t you?”

  My mouth twisted wryly. She even had a good personality. She was a sweet little thing. She didn’t need to be. She could have gotten by on sheer good looks alone. “I have a little something I make.”

  “It’s a drink, isn’t it? I’d bet good cash you make it with a Vitamix, and it has kale in it.”

  I coughed out a laugh. “You aren’t wrong. I’m pretty predictable, huh?”

  She winked at me. Fucking winked. It was adorable, and I needed to get away from her. “You’re a mystery to me. I’m just throwing out guesses, trying to figure you out.”

  “Now why would you do that? I have to tell you, I’m about as boring as they come.”

  She shook her head, her eyes soft. “Not at all. You seem fascinating to me, Dair.”

  I wasn’t sure why, but that seemed to be my breaking point.

  I politely excused myself and hit the showers. I was the only one in there, and I did give half a thought to rubbing a quick one off, but I refrained. I’d be home soon enough.

  I emerged from the showers, clad in a fresh white T-shirt and black athletic shorts, to find Iris still hanging near the weights, still in her workout gear, dabbing at her glistening breasts with my towel.

  Well, I guess she’ll be keeping that, I thought, giving it one last longing look before I turned on my heel and headed out.

  I nearly let the door swing shut on her before I realized that she’d followed me, still in her workout gear, duffle bag in tow. I held the door wide for her, a little worried at her beaming smile.

  “You shower at home?” I asked, then wanted to take it back. I did not need a visual of her showering.

  “Yeah, usually. Here.” She draped the used towel over my shoulder.

  My mind went really filthy with the things I’d be doing with it later.

  “Thanks for that. You just headed home now?”

  I nodded, looking over at the parking lot, back at the gym, anywhere but at the too young girl that was too much trouble for my peace of mind.

  “Have a good one,” I murmured, and walked away.

  “Wait,” she called out from behind me when I was halfway through the parking lot.

  I stopped. She was just a few feet behind. Either she was following me, or she was walking somewhere. My pearl white model S Tesla was the only car parked this far back.

  I turned to her, and she was smiling at me, of course.

  “Do you mind giving me a ride?”

  I took a few deep, steadying breaths, wondering what to do.

  Of course, I needed to give her a ride. If the poor girl needed to walk somewhere, she could hardly do it dressed like that. She’d be abducted, for sure.

  I wasn’t positive that I wouldn’t abduct her myself.

  “Sure, honey. Where you need to go?”

  She pointed at my car, her eyes widening. “Is that your ride? It’s brilliant. Wow. A Tesla. Just beautiful.”

  I smiled, impressed that she knew what it was and waved her on.

  I loved my car, and I got a real kick out of her excited reaction to it. She was good at making me smile.

  “I’ve never been in one of these before.”

  “I just got this one about eight months ago.”

  “Do you like it?”

  “Yes. I’m happy with it.”

  “Whoa. You got the seven seater? You have any kids?”

  I laughed. “No. I have no excuse, other than that the salesman was very good at selling me features.”

  We were inside and belted before I looked at her again. I could smell her in the small space. She smelled so good that it was playing havoc with my peace of mind. Like vanilla, maybe a touch of lemon, and some hint of what could only be her hot little body after a good workout.

  I was shamefully happy that she hadn’t showered after the workout. I had a very clear visual of me licking every bit of that salty sweet sweat off her, and since that wouldn’t be happening, I at least had a smell to obsess over in place of that.

  She reclined her seat until she was lying down flat. Her mouthwatering breasts pointed straight up in that position. “That is so cool. What is that called? The glass ceiling?”

  “An all glass panoramic roof. Like I said, the salesman was very good at selling me features, even ones I didn’t need.”

  I started the car, waiting for her to tell me where to go. When we just sat there for a few minutes, I asked, “So, where can I drop you?”

  She brought her seat back up. “Aren’t you going to invite me back to your place? I want to see your house. And I’d like to try whatever concoction you make yourself drink after your workout.”

  I smiled and shook my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Iris. You are much too young to be inviting yourself to some man’s house. Especially an old guy like me.”

  “How old are you?” she asked, sounding only vaguely curious about that.

  “Forty. Old. How old are you?”

  “Twenty-four, Alasdair. Old enough for any damn thing.”

  I gave her a gimlet-eyed look, sure she was messing with me. “I don’t believe you. Prove it. Show me your ID.”

  She giggled like I’d just said the funniest thing, but she did bend forward to fish around in her bag, retrieving a small pink wallet. “What? You think I’m jailbait?”

  “Something l
ike that.”

  She handed me a Nevada driver’s license. I studied it, did some quick math, then studied it some more. It was real, as far as I could tell, and it did place her at twenty-four. I could hardly believe it.

  “I’m still way too old for you.”

  “Your cock doesn’t agree.” Her tone was so innocent that it took me a moment to process what she’d said.

  I flushed bright red. “My cock doesn’t know what’s good for it.”

  “But I do.” Her voice was whisper soft and breathy.

  I put the car in reverse. “You sure about this?”

  Mr. Beautiful will be a male POV continuation of the UITA series. The bulk of the novel will take place after the events in Grounded. However, there will also be many, many bonus male POV scenes from the first three books.

  A TEASER FROM MR. BEAUTIFUL

  COMING 2014

  WARNING: THIS TEASER CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE UP IN THE AIR SERIES

  JAMES

  I couldn’t sleep after the shooting.

  Bianca slept like a baby, like she never had before, like every worry she’d ever had had disappeared with the death of her father.

  But not me. I was more restless than ever. A miracle had saved her, not me, and I felt helpless because of it.

  It was not a feeling that fit me well.

  In fact, it made my skin crawl in discomfort. In anger.

  It had been months since the attack. She and Stephan were healed physically, and it seemed emotionally, but I felt the wounds as though they were fresh. What had almost happened haunted me. I was a man that needed control, and I’d been shown, in the starkest way possible, that I had none.

  I sat scant feet away from our bed, watching Bianca sleep. She was nude, with not so much as a sheet covering her. I’d seen to that. I watched her lithe form shift on the bed, one long leg hitching up to give me a glimpse of the pink between her legs.

  I felt like a fucking stalker.

  In fact, I was one, watching her for hours on end, night after night.

  I tensed when I realized she’d roused. It disturbed her that I couldn’t sleep, when she deserved peace more than anyone.

  She sat up, and I watched her heavy breasts swaying with the movement. “James.” Her voice was the softest utterance.

  “Love,” I answered, feeling the dark mood that had overtaken me lift in an instant. Just having her eyes on me could do that.

  She crawled across the bed toward me. She’d always had an uncanny ability to do exactly the thing that would drive me the most wild, and she’d only gotten better at that over time. She didn’t hide her body from me as she moved. In fact, she posed for me, even the exposure of her body an act of submission. As though reading my thoughts, as though even those were a command, she paused on the edge of the bed, parting her legs to let me look my fill before she rose, approaching my chair.

  I stood to meet her, my body drawn tight, my cock throbbing as though I hadn’t come, buried inside of her, just hours before.

  I was a statue as she leaned up to my ear, my brows drawing together in a question. Her lips touched my ear as she spoke.

  “Hurt me,” she whispered raggedly.

  My eyes shut tight, my jaw went slack, and a shudder wracked my entire body.

  I’d avoided all of the rough stuff since she’d been injured, but God had I missed it.

  “We don’t have to, Bianca. It’s not necess-”

  She gripped my hair, pulling my face down to her injured cheek. She dug her jaw into me so hard that I knew it must have been hurting her badly. It was healed now, but I knew it was still sore.

  “I need it,” she rasped into my ear. “I’ll never stop needing it. Please.”

  I pulled back, and my hands trembled as I cupped her face in my hands, my eyes searching hers desperately for what I wanted to see. Need. Yes. She needed this as much as I did. Perhaps more so.

  “Get on the bed,” I told her thickly.