Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
I slumped forward, pressing my hands to the desk, my arms shaking as I tried to draw air into my lungs and steady my racing heart. It didn’t matter that my attack had happened a fucking year ago. Anytime someone unexpectedly walked through that door, even if it was Chase, it sent me into a fucking panic attack.
“Hey. Hey, sunshine.” Warm, strong, calloused hands clasped my cheeks and forced my head up. Trigger was crouched in front of me just enough to bring our eyes to same level. He stroked his thumbs over my cheeks. “Breathe. It’s okay. You’re safe. You know Chase would never let anything happen to you.”
I did know that. But the part of my brain that lived in fear wasn’t grasping that.
“What the fuck happened?” Chase growled, shoving his cart out of his way as he came into the backroom, probably to grab more books. I flinched when it crashed into another cart, creating a loud sound that did nothing to calm me down. He was by my side instantly, his hand on my upper back, pressing between my shoulder blades. He looked at Trigger. “What happened?” he demanded again.
“I think I scared her when I came through the back door,” Trigger quietly explained. He smiled at me, his eyes soft and warm and safe. “You’re doing real good, sunshine. Just keep breathing.”
I gasped when Chase suddenly spun me around to face him and lifted me, settling me on the table. His lips crashed to mine in a hard kiss that wreaked havoc on my senses, and when his fingers began making quick work of my jeans, I lifted my hips, letting him slide them down my thighs. Trigger yanked my sneakers off, and then, the lower half of me was bare.
Trigger spun me to face him and yanked me to the edge of the table before sliding his cock deep inside of me. I cried out, my trembling arms giving out from behind me. Chase caught me, easing me to lay flat back on the table as Trigger began to fuck me hard and fast. His dark eyes glared down into mine, his brows furrowed, his lips twisted into a snarl.
He’d never looked so fucking beautiful.
“That’s what you needed, wasn’t it, cupcake?” Chase growled before kissing me again. “You just needed to be fucked. Just needed something else for your body to focus on, huh?” He nipped at my jaw, and I whimpered right before Trigger punched the air from my lungs, making it turn into a grunt. “I always know what you need, cupcake.”
I cried out, my back arching as I came. Trigger growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thighs as he chased his own orgasm, spilling inside of me and snarling my name. Before he even went completely soft, he slid out, and Chase took his place, moaning, his eyes rolling back in his head as he sank into my drenched pussy.
“Fuuuck,” Trigger growled, pressing against Chase’s back. Chase groaned, and I watched as he ground back against Trigger’s bare cock before slamming into me. My pupils blew wide at the sensual image they made together, all while they worshiped me. Trigger gripped his hips, encouraging him to do it again, and fuck, I was not going to last with Trigger touching him like that and Chase letting him.
“That’s it,” Trigger breathed in his ear, his eyes locked on mine. “Feel how fucking messy I made her hot, wet pussy, Chase? How’s it feel to have my cum on your cock as you fuck our woman?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This was better than any porn. The two men I loved most in this world were… enjoying each other. And it was as beautiful as it was hot.
“Not gonna last,” Chase panted, opening his eyes to look down at me. His pupils had blown so wide they practically took over his brown eyes. Trigger slipped his fingers between mine and Chase’s bodies, scissoring his fingers over Chase’s cock, and Chase and I came undone at the same time, my walls pulsing around his thick cock as he flooded my core with his hot seed.
And just like that, it was over. Chase wrenched away, his eyes wide and wild as he quickly fixed his jeans, his hands shaking. Trigger helped me to sit up, both of us watching him. My heart was thumping crazily in my chest, and worry clenched my gut.
Chase was about to run. He always ran when shit was too much for him to handle.
“Chase…” I said quietly, reaching for him, my heart in my throat, but he shook his head before stumbling back, slamming into one of my overstock shelves. I flinched at the noise. Trigger gripped my thigh and gently squeezed—a silent order for me to stay silent.