by Zoe Hill
He fucks me savagely, using my body as a tool to alleviate the tension that’s coiled within him. With each thrust, I feel the rage building in him as his release begins to stalk him. I’m quickly becoming a screaming mess that quakes in his arms and quivers around his dick. His fingers flex, digging into my backside when he drops his face into the crook of my neck. Biting my shoulder, he soothes the pain with his tongue before he reverses our position.
Holding me in the air with one arm, he snakes his other hand between our bodies and seizes hold of my throat. I gasp. He squeezes tighter. A choking sound escapes my lips, and then my vision begins to tunnel into a pinpoint. The only thing I can feel is his cock sliding in and out of my body and tears of relief sliding down my face as he steals my control. Struggling to breathe as Trigger tightens his grip on my neck, I feel every nerve ending in my body spark to life a solitary second before my orgasm begins to steamroll through me like a tsunami.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he groans. The sound echoes in my ears, and the final thing I hear before my climax makes make me black-out, is his voice straining to shout my name as he empties his release inside me. “Zricha.”
I’m not sure how long I’m out for, but it’s sufficient time for my dress to be pulled back into place, all traces of my tears to be wiped free, and for Trigger to cede control back to Spenser. Perched on the ground outside the main workshop on the Samaritan’s Soldiers compound, the first sound I hear is his velvety voice humming in a rhythm I instantly recognize.
He’s counting. From one to thirteen. It took him over twenty years to manage it, but that brave boy who jumped off the cliff into the water with me so long ago has finally made it to his favorite number.
Opening my eyes, I meet the concerned eyes of the man I love. Despite my ongoing battle with acceptance, the only place I feel completely safe is in this man’s arms, and I’m going to beat him over the head with that fact for as long as it takes for him to believe me.
“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” I try to joke, but my voice refuses to cooperate.
“I hope so.”
“Stop it.” Stroking his face, I say, “You’re overthinking things. I need this as much as you do.”
Although he doesn’t answer me, when he turns me, so I’m straddling his lap, I know that he’s moved past the post-Trigger blues that always flood him with unwarranted guilt over what I willing do with him. Half the time it’s my idea. Accepting my sexual needs was the first step in my healing.
The skirt of my dress bunches around my hips. I don’t care. No one can see us in this secluded corner. As a blur of ginger fur rushes over to us and pushes her way between our chests, I reconsider my assessment of how alone we are. Climbing off my fiancé, I smooth my dress down under my backside and sit next to him on the ground.
“Hey there, Miss Lilith.” I scratch Spenser’s cat behind the ears, laughing when she abandons his legs to curl up in my lap. Spenser’s outraged expression is too funny. Ever since his feline friend met me, we’ve been best buds. He doesn’t have to know that I bought her affection by slipping her an extra sachet of her exorbitantly expensive gourmet cat food whenever he wasn’t looking.
We sit in silence, just two satisfied lovers and their cat, until Spenser leans closer and kisses the top of my head. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Trusting me not to judge you when you take what you need from me,” he replies. Planting another kiss on my hair, Spenser continues, “For staying with me when the pressure becomes too much, and I need to Hulk-out.”
Taking hold of his left hand, I pull his fingers to my lips and press a kiss on his knuckles, one by one, finishing with his scarred index finger. “I love all of you, including Trigger.”
“I thank my lucky stars every night that you do.”
“Our love has nothing to do with the stars.” As I shake my head, I lift my face to look at the bright orbs twinkling in the sky. As majestic as they are, nothing celestial had a hand in our connection—in the past or now. I nip at his ear lobe before I add, “It’s all down to Mother Nature… she’s the one who decided that the sunrise comes after the darkness.”
THE END
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Sooooo, I’ve made it to the point of publishing my first book. Holy moly, what a journey! Until I embarked on this journey myself, I never understood exactly how much effort goes into becoming a real author. It’s an epic task that cannot be done alone.
First up is my husband. You are the best. Enough said.
My kids. Despite your escalating teen angst and ability to communicate your annoyance with me using nothing more than a roll of your eyes, I adore you both. You are the best of me combined with the best of your dad and I couldn’t be more thankful that I’m your mum.
My beta readers: Megan Alexis Drane, Christina Balaz, Margaret Hassebrock, Lauren Maclean, Gigi Gillespie, Nickie Sale: This story would be half it is without your input. Thank you so much!
Amy Briggs. Thank you for stepping in at the last minute and saving my bacon.
Robyn Corcoran. Your proofreading added the final polish this story needed. Thank you for all that you do for me.
Kiki Chatfield. Whatever divine deity I need to thank for you being in my life will be handsomely rewarded. You are a goddess. Your professionalism and enthusiasm are the reason why I’ve made it this far. Every day I fall little more in love with your PR talents.
The Next Step PR team. You guys are the bomb. I’m terrible at social media, but I do see all you do for me and I really appreciate it.
And, lastly, to you. Yes, you—the person reading this right now. Thank you for taking a chance on my novel. I hope you enjoyed your time with Spenser and Poppy and you’re chomping at the bit to read more stories about the members of the Coalition and the Samaritan’s Soldiers MC x
ABOUT ZOE HILL
Zoe Hill is an Australian author. She hates speaking about herself in third person, but hopes you'll bear with her...
A fan of the saying, “there’s three sides to every story. My side, your side, and the truth,” Zoe has discovered that she enjoys delving into the so-called villain’s version of events as she writes. In life and fiction, Zoe firmly believes that we’re all one “bad” decision away from becoming the villain in someone’s story.
This conviction led to the creation of her brand of love story - Villainous Romance. Learn more about her books at zoehillwrites.com or read excerpts on Book+Main Bites.
Residing in the Central West of New South Wales, she's a country girl at heart who loves a good dose of heavy metal, watches UFC fights like it's her job, and can be found plotting her current WIP with her animals. Zoe loves a good cup of coffee, lives and breathes books, and is pretty proud of how well she's moonlighting as a competent wife and mother.
Zoe is active online and loves nothing better than chatting about books.
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Also by Zoe Hill
Dedication
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Content Note
Prologue
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Thirteen
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Seventeen
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Twenty-One
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Epilogue
Bonus Scene
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About Zoe Hill
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