Chapter Seven
Trinity
We’ve arrived at the newest trending nightclub that has recently opened in our small town. Chief was hesitant about me leaving in my small dress, but you only live once, and I do have his ring on my finger. He tried to ‘mark me’ by bending me over the couch and having his way with me, but the doorbell rang, and he was left high and dry. My girls saved me from having to clean up a mess between my legs, the last thing I wanted to do was come out tonight, smelling like sex. I tell Cara, Paisley and DJ about how they saved me and they all begin laughing, apparently, they had the same issue with their ‘alpha’ men. “Don’t they realize that we’re happy? Hell, y’all three are married, Cara is carrying the next group of linebackers for the Cowboys, and I’ve got the Rock of Gibraltar on my finger!” I state.
DJ’s laughter soon has us all giggling. It’s like once these men claimed us, we’re all they see. I’m sure they categorize whether someone is male or female, but that’s as far as it goes and honestly, it helps me feel more secure in our relationship. “Y’know that’s how they are, Trinity, we kinda warned you,” she says when she can finally catch her breath. “But truthfully, we’ve got some of the best men around, Neanderthal tendencies notwithstanding.”
I think about what she said and nod my head in agreement. Turk isn’t overbearing per se, but he’s protective of me and the girls. When he goes into that badass mode, it starts my inner engine running, and when I see how gentle he is with the girls, reading to Shelby or helping Claree with her homework, I melt.
“There’s something I’ve noticed about our Chief since you entered his life.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” I can’t help but ask.
“He was mild-mannered, he was always the one with a level head, and then you came into his life and bam he’s all, ‘I am he-man, she is my woman.’ He had a complete personality change.”
“I don’t agree,” Cara says to DJ.
“I think he’s always had the temperament, it just didn’t come out because we already were taken. I believe it's because he’s found his soulmate and family. Ready-made as they may be, they’re his. All men get that protective instinct when they have someone important to protect.”
“Don’t you think his has gone above and beyond?” DJ asks us.
“No,” I say, “I think he’s found happiness and will do whatever it takes to keep us.”
“Agreed,” Cara says, “now let’s dance!” I wish I could say it isn’t funny to watch Cara twerk while being pregnant, but it’s freaking hilarious.
We’ve been dancing for about twenty-minutes when I hear DJ call out, “Motherfuckers!” I turn my head to look in the same direction she is, and I can’t believe my eyes. Our men are strolling in, all looking mighty fine. Turk is wearing tight faded blue jeans, with holes in the legs and a tight black henley with his cut over it. He’s in his standard motorcycle boots and my mouth waters. I put my finger to my mouth to search for possible drool.
“One night, they can’t give us one freaking night!” DJ hollers out.
“Are you really disappointed to see Hatch?” Cara asks her.
“Yes and no, I was looking forward to a night with my girls,” DJ replies. I look over at Paisley and see her looking down at her feet. She’s been really quiet tonight, which has us all worried, but until she’s ready to open up to us about it, all we can do is be by her side. Turk gives me his signature smirk and I run, in heels and all, without tripping and dive into his arms. He spins me around and whispers in my ear, “Wanna dance with me, beautiful?” I nod my head up and down, I’ve never danced with a man I was dating, let alone engaged to. I can’t wait to feel his hands on me as we grind to the music. I watch as Twisted makes his way over to Paisley, who is still admiring her shoes.
“What’s going on there?” I ask, indicating the two with my head.
“No clue, baby. Whatever it is, they’ll figure it out.” I hope he’s right. The problem solver in me wants to fix it for them. He grabs my hand and drags me to the dance floor, where he pulls my back to his front and begins to dance with me. His hands are traveling up and down my body before they grab my hips. He pulls me tighter against him and begins grinding into my lower body. I reach behind him and grab his waist holding him even tighter to me. My hand grabs his bottom and I dig my nails in, he’s stirring something deep in my libido. He lowers his head and nips my ear before saying, “I can’t wait to be buried deep inside of you tonight,” causing me to moan in anticipation of what is to come. I shiver from the breath on my ear, and then he begins nipping and licking my neck and ear.
“Turk…”
“Shhh, just feel, baby.” I close my eyes and swing my hips to the beat. We are joined together at the hips and I feel how hard he is. I bring my hand from his backside and grab his package, I squeeze him, and he growls out, “You’re playing with fire, baby, and you’re going to end up getting burned.”
“Burn me, handsome.” He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the club.
“Turk, we didn’t even say goodbye.”
“Don’t need to, look behind you.” I do, and I see each of my friends being pulled out by their men as well, causing me to laugh. Damn cavemen! I’m glad we grabbed a cab tonight instead of driving one of our cars, because it looks like we’re all going home with our men.
“Um, just a question but what did you do with the girls?”
“Nan.” Figures, these guys couldn’t be without us for even a few hours, so they pulled Nan into their madness. Of course, she loves all the kids like they’re her grandchildren, so it’s not really all that bad. In fact, she’s been coming by and learning what to do to take care of Shelby so that I can be available if Deanna needs me.
“She’s a good woman,” I say as he leads me to his bike. He makes short work of getting the helmet on me, then I hear him growl when I sling my leg over. Guess there’s a little more leg showing than he wants. He reaches behind him and pulls me closer to him and I gladly wrap my arms around his waist, my hands dangling just above his crotch. As crazy as he made me on the dance floor, I’m gonna return the favor. Once we’ve gotten down the road some, my playful side comes out. I rake my hands up his thighs and feel his entire body shiver. I smile internally and slide my hands up and beneath his shirt, where I proceed to caress and lightly scratch his abs. He grabs my hands stopping me with one of his. He holds them in place over his stomach, and squeezes them, letting me know I am getting to him. My inner diva claps in happiness, I am loving this new, playful side that has always laid dormant inside...deep inside of me. Never being comfortable in even my own skin, and I have my new family to thank for waking me up. When we pull into the driveway, he hurriedly gets me off the bike and pulls me toward the house. “What about the girls?” I ask as he unlocks the door.
“Nan’s keeping all the kids at the clubhouse tonight. She’s got the prospects helping. We’ll meet everyone there tomorrow because we’ve got church.”
No sooner are we inside with the door shut and locked, then I find myself pinned against the wall. The kiss he gives me has me feeling like I’m going to explode. When he pulls away, we’re both gasping and then he spins me to face the wall. “Bend over, baby, wanna see what you have under this dress.” His raspy voice makes me shiver. I love his voice anyhow, but when he’s turned on like he is now, it goes into some kind of ‘I can make you come with just my words alone’ tone. I bend over, grinning at what he’s going to find. I am wearing, for the first time in my life, a thong and no bra, this dress wouldn’t allow for one. It was the only thing that worked with the fabric of the dress. I feel my dress flipped over my hips and then hear the growl that emanates from him. Well, it's a mix of a growl and moan, a sound I’ve never heard before, but have read about in my romance novels. Warm breath caresses my ass before he smacks it and I hear his belt being undone, and his zipper going down. “Brace yourself, baby,” he warns before I feel him slam inside of me. Holy fucking hell. This angle, and his piercings
, and how horny and wet I am from the ride home, have me already wanting to come. His grip on my hips tightens and I brace my arms against the wall to keep from hitting my head. I feel like I’m living out a fantasy, wall sex is amazing. He’s leaning so far over me that I feel cocooned, his warm breath right at the nape of my neck. Fuck, now he’s added a hip swivel of some sort!
“You like that, baby?” he pants out. I can do nothing but nod my head, he’s stolen my breath and voice away from me. “You gonna come for me?” Again, I nod. Words wouldn’t be understandable at this point anyhow. I guess he gets the picture because he starts thrusting harder while one hand reaches down and plays with my clit and he nips and sucks at my neck. He goes from circling my clit to pinching it, causing me to detonate, stars are dancing behind my eyelids and I scream out his name, “Turk!”
“That’s it, baby. Grab my dick and squeeze it, just...like.... that!” he screams out finding his own release. He slumps against me and says, “You’re everything important in my world.” Tears start to form, I can’t hold them back and they trickle down my cheeks. Emotional overload at its finest I guess.
“Same for me, Turk. I can’t imagine my life without you.”
“I love you, Trinity.”
“I love you too, Turk.”
Chief
I spend the night caressing her, loving her and showing her just what she means to me. I was never one for shower sex, it wasn’t my thing, but I’m finding I enjoy it immensely with my woman. We’d get clean, just to get dirty all over again. Then repeat the process several times throughout the night. I’m proud of myself, because she’s in such a deep, sated sleep, that nothing could wake her. Finding that sleep isn’t claiming me, I get up and out of bed and take care of business then get ready to go for a run. I run when I can’t sleep, while I’m thinking and when things just aren’t up to par in my world. I grab my phone as i head out the door, something that’s become a habit for me. I’m just past my first mile, when I notice headlights coming up behind me. I move over to the shoulder of the road to get out of the driver’s way. He slows down and stays behind me no matter where I am on the road. I’m the chief of police, so I’m aware of the fact that I have many enemies. I grab my phone and have pulled up my emergency contact, speeding up my pace I notice the vehicle does the same. I have my finger on the call button when the car speeds up and I dive into the ditch. The fuck! That son of a bitch was trying to run me down! The car speeds away, not even checking to see if I am alright, and I get up as quickly as I can. It’s too fast, I can’t make out the license plate, but I do mentally make a note of the make and model. I pick up the phone, and instead of calling the station, I call my president.
“What’s up?” Axe asks once he answers.
“Got a little situation. Was out running and just had a car try to run me down.”
“You alright?”
“Banged up my legs some, not sure I can run back to the house to be honest.” Hell, looking at my legs and seeing the blood flowing around the dirt and gashes, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna need stitches.
“Where you at? I’ll come get you.” I tell him where I’m at and while I wait, take off my shirt to try and stem the flow of blood. Once I’ve torn my shirt up and put on makeshift bandages, I call the station to give the dispatcher the information on the car.
“What color, Chief?” Morales asks. I was transferred to him when I told the dispatcher what happened.
“Primer gray. Had no rear bumper and some decals on the back window.”
“Shouldn’t be too hard to find then. You don’t think it was an accident, do you?”
“Fuck no. The asshole was following behind me, sped up when I started running faster and then swerved toward me which is why I ended up in the fucking ditch!” I retort. I know I’m probably coming across as an asshole, but dammit, that stupid motherfucker nearly ended me.
“Chief, I just...umm.”
“Spit it out, Morales.” I tell him.
“I just pulled up the nightly reports and well...Cliff Connell made bail.”
“Someone bailed that motherfucker out?” I growl out the question.
“Seems that way,” he replies nervously.
“Find out why this wasn’t reported to me immediately, and I want to know who the fuck bailed him out...Now! I want answers ten minutes ago!”
“Got it, call you back.” Morales says, hanging up on me. Motherfucker, this just got worse than a simple drive by. This was an attack on me personally, to get me out of the way. I just know it deep in my gut, and my gut is never wrong on these things. About this time, I hear at least five bikes heading my way. I look up from my seated position and see Axe, Hatchet, Smokey, Bandit and Twisted walking toward me.
“You’re bleeding like a stuffed pig!” Twisted calls out.
“Tell me something I don’t know. It’s Connell, he’s been released.”
“You saw his face?” Bandit asks me.
“Nah, but how coincidental is this? He gets out tonight and suddenly I’m eating dirt, my instincts are telling me that isn’t so.”
“So, who’s gonna call Trinity?” Hatch asks.
“Not me!” Smokey hollers out. “She scares me because she’s not like DJ, she’s sneaky as fuck.”
“My woman is not sneaky, you asshole,” I growl out. Adrenal rush gone, pain is setting in.
“Well, sneaky isn’t the word then, but you know what I mean. She’s all sweet and shit and the next thing you know, she knows everything. You won’t be able to hide this from her.”
“She’s not sneaky, she’s smart as hell, just a little shy,” Axe states.
“I wouldn’t say she’s that shy, but she’s definitely sneaky,” Bandit says.
“We got Jaxson coming with a cage. You need to get checked at the hospital. Thinking a few of those gashes need stitches,” Axe decrees. Yeah, that’s gonna thrill my woman. Fuck. I need to call Trinity, but I don’t want to wake her up from her restful sleep. I did wear her out tonight, but I know she won’t be happy to wake up and find out I’ve been in the hospital, even if it is only for a few stitches.
“I’ll call her, but I think since that asshole’s out, we need to get eyes on our house,” I say.
Jaxson pulls up in a cage and I get inside. Axe is already on the phone to the other prospects telling them to head to my house and protect my woman. I’ve officially moved in, I was sly about it too, I would bring small amounts of my things and find a home for them at hers. Pulling out my phone, I call her.
“H’lo?” her sleepy voice says.
“Sweetness, hate to wake you up but had a little problem during my run today. Gonna get fixed up and head home. You wanna go out for breakfast before we head to the clubhouse?”
“Slow your roll, handsome. What do you mean you ‘had a little problem’?”
Dammit, can’t slide shit past her.
“I was restless tonight and couldn’t sleep, so I decided to go for a short run. Someone ran me off the road and into a ditch. I need to go have myself looked at, I’m thinking I need a couple of stitches.”
“Stitches! That’s not a small thing, Turk! You’re hurt, which hospital are you going to.”
“Darlin’, you need to stay home and get some rest, I kinda wore you out,” I say with a smirk on my face.
“I can hear you smiling, Turk. This isn’t funny, I’ll meet you there.” She heard me smiling? What the fuck kind of ESP does my old lady have anyways?
“Whatever. We’re going to the one in town. Don’t leave until the prospect gets there. Some things came to light and I’ll tell you once you get there, but I want you protected.”
“You’re scaring me, Turk.” I can hear the wobble in her voice, and wish I was there to keep her from this fright, but she’s tough.
“No reason to be scared, sweetness. I’m gonna be fine. See you in a few.” I know me telling her this won’t set her mind at ease, nothing will until she sees me with her own eyes.
“We need
to find this son of a bitch!” I say, punctuating each word.
“And we will, brother,” Axe tells me reassuringly. But I’m a selfish son of a bitch and I want him found now, before he gets a chance to get his hands on my girls...any of them.
“First, let’s get you stitched up, then we’ll put all of our efforts into tracking down this piece of shit,” Hatchet says to me.
Trinity
I pace up and down the hallway waiting for the damn prospect to show up. He sure is taking his sweet old time. He may end up getting a tongue lashing from me if he doesn't hurry it up. I finally see headlights through the windows and hurry over to the front door, swing it open and run outside. Only to my surprise, it isn’t the prospect waiting on me. I turn to run once I realize it isn’t him and dig my heels in running as hard as I can. I start screaming with all of my might, what good it’s doing I don’t know since everyone is sound asleep this time of night. I see one of my neighbors’ front porch lights turn on and I turn and head in that direction. I can hear Cliff gaining on me, but I don’t let that slow me down or hinder me in any way. My fight or flight instinct has kicked in, and I won’t let this man get his hands on me.
“Get back here you baby stealing bitch!” How he figures me saving those girls as stealing them, has me confused. But I will not stop and question him, I don’t care what he thinks. I just want to get to safety. I see my neighbor swing his front door open, and I don’t stop I run straight into his house, shove him to the side, and slam and lock his front door. Cliff begins banging on the door screaming out obscenities...ones that make me cringe.
“I’m going to kill you and that man of yours! Open the door up or I’ll kill your temporary protector while I’m at it!” Fear, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before takes hold of me, and out of instinct I pick up my phone and call Turk.
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