I forgot I was still wearing his cut, it already feels like a second skin.
Kicking my heels off as he crosses the threshold, I bury my face in his neck, inhaling all that is him, never wanting this to end.
Trig puts me down gently on the black leather couch once he’s flipped on a light and closed the door.
“I haven’t done much to the inside other than painting and redoing the floors. Figured you’d want to make it yours,” he says sheepishly. I do believe my man is being bashful. There’s a first.
Observing my surroundings, I see he’s right. The walls need some color and decorations on them. I can’t wait to fill them with all the memories we are gonna make.
“We’ll make it ours,” I tell him trying my best not to burst into tears. He makes me so happy.
“There’s a guest bedroom if you aren’t comfortable sleeping with me, but I’d prefer you next to me.”
Standing up I cross the coffee table, climbing over the top to reach him. “Trigger, I love that you are being all sweet, but what I really want...what I’ve been waiting for, is to feel you skin to skin in carnal sin.”
Grinning wide, a primal growl rips from his throat.
Before I can say fuck me, he has me in our bed stripping me bare.
Trigger
I was planning on taking my time with Opal and doing things right, but when she opens that sexy mouth, I can’t deny her what she wants—me. For her it’s always been me. I can’t say I haven’t bedded other women, but they were just fucks, whereas Opal is more than just a fuck, Opal is my world.
She’s laying on our bed, spread open, naked, and ready for me. The embodiment of my every fantasy. I’ve imagined this so many times. Now I have her here, and I’m gonna treasure her.
Her nipples are already hardened into tiny points, and I haven’t even started. Her slender fingers are circling her clit as she plays with her pretty pussy for me while wearing nothing but my cut. Sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen, my name on display over her tits. Reminds me of one of the Easy Rider pinups Wilcox has hanging in his garage.
Shedding my boots, jeans, and my shirt, I join her on the bed stroking my cock. Her eyes widen as she takes in my size. That’s right baby, I’m large and in charge.
Her fingers brush the length of my shaft, coating me in her arousal.
Slipping my cut down her arms, I toss it to the side. I’m eager to taste and please my woman. My greedy lips find their way to her breasts as she moans beneath my touch. Sweetest sound to ever hit my ears.
Her skinny fingers dig into my hips as I work my way to the heart of her desire. Pinching her clit, I ask her, “Who does this pussy belong to?” Her delicate skin is hot and slick to my touch, fuck me, she feels too damn good.
She pants my name in a breathy whisper, “You Trigger, it belongs to you. Only you,” as I kiss her navel. Arching her back and raising her hips, she wiggles closer to my fingers as I stroke her swollen pussy lips.
“Damn straight,” I confirm, spreading her wide and licking her from ass to clit. I work her juicy, tight cunt with two fingers, stretching her, getting her ready to take me.
Knowing her pussy belongs to me and only me makes me harder.
“You on the pill?”
She shakes her head, whispering, “No.”
Thank fuck. Maybe I’m crazy, but the idea of fucking her bareback, and knowing she could get pregnant has me ready to fill her with my seed already.
“Good, I’m gonna fill you with my cum, want your belly swollen with my baby soon,” I confess. I’ve never wanted anything more than Opal and to give her the family she dreams of having.
“Then do it,” she challenges.
Leaning up I kiss her, telling her to taste her essence on my tongue.
She moans into my mouth as I push inside her. I nearly spill my load, she feels so damn good, like a damn satin glove squeezing me tight.
A single tear trickles down her face and I lick it, wanting every piece of her, wanting to consume everything she gives me.
“You okay?” I ask her, not wanting to hurt her.
Her legs tightening around my waist as her back bows off the bed is the only answer I need. I rock into her, our hips rubbing, chests bumping, not fucking—making love.
Sucking one of her sweet little buds into my mouth, I still inside her, relishing in this moment, giving her all the love I have and then some. Her heartbeat is erratic as well as her breathing.
“Don’t stop Trig,” she encourages me to move again. Her legs circle around my ass, locking in place as she crosses her ankles.
My climax is building as she takes me higher. Her lips find my neck, biting me harshly. My girl comes alive and shows me her wild side, taking just as good as she gives. Opal meets me thrust for thrust, kiss for kiss.
Her mouth forms into a little O as she purses her lips, her breathing labored. Goddamn she’s beautiful.
“That’s it baby, let go...cum for me.”
Her pussy tightens the hold it has on my dick, and I lose it. My sperm jets inside her, filling her with my love. When I slip out of her, she takes her finger and gets the last drop of my cum and tastes it. I groan into her shoulder. Goddamn she’s sexy.
Pushing her legs in the air, I hold them there, no way I want my swimmers leaking onto the sheets. I want them finding a home in my woman and creating a life.
I see a vision of Opal barefoot in the kitchen, wearing one of my shirts with her belly round cooking me dinner. God, do I want that. I’ll give anything to have it.
Opal
Lying in bed with Trigger’s arms wrapped around me, I’ve never felt more secure. He peppers kisses along my neck and his hardness brushes against my thigh as he moves over me, ready for another round. I’m tender but not too sore to please my man.
My swollen pussy is soaked as he teases at my seam with the head of his dick. Will I ever get enough of loving this man? I don’t think I will ever tire of this, of him.
“Tell me what you want Opal. Love hearing that pretty mouth of yours talking dirty to me.”
“You know what I want Trig, so give it to me,” I plead, wiggling closer to his dick.
“Say it Opal,” he says, pinning me with his lust filled eyes.
“I want you cumming deep inside me, making a baby with me, that’s what I want Trig.”
“Good girl.” He smiles, leaning back on his calves.
I could stare at this beautiful man all night. My fingers trace the edges of the tattoos covering his chest. A raven with its wings spread adorns the left side of his torso appearing as if it is ready to soar right off his skin.
Sucking my fingers into his mouth, he reminds me of how good that tormenting mouth felt between my legs.
“Turn over,” he demands, so I do. Completely at his mercy, I’m ready to submit to his every desire.
His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me to my knees, and positioning my body where he wants it.
Kisses rain down my spine as the heat of his body radiates against me. Moonlight spills through the blinds and onto the bed. I can hear the faint chirping of birds, but I’m not ready for this night to be over. I could stay right here with him forever making love to me until my body gives out.
Trigger takes my hands and holds them above the crack of my ass with one hand, while the other grips my shoulder as he hammers into me.
He comes at me hard and fast. Pounding into me relentlessly as his balls smack against the cheeks of my ass. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. Exhaustion is beckoning me to collapse against the sheets and fall asleep. My mind is on the brink of being delirious, however my body needs more of Trig’s beautiful punishment.
When he releases my hands, he tugs on my hair, pulling my head back, capturing my mouth. His teeth graze my lips, nipping, sucking, and biting my swollen skin.
This is the difference between fucking and making love. The first time Trigger had his way with me, he was soft and sweet. Now it's frantic and fevered, har
d and rough. Knuckles gripping the sheets, I stifle my moans in the pillow.
Trigger pulls out to the tip then slams back in filling me to the hilt, repeating the motion until I shatter into a million pieces in orgasmic bliss.
He isn’t far behind me in claiming his own release. I love feeling his warmth spread through me. His cum starts running down the insides of my thighs and he smears it back inside me. There’s no going back to my other life after this, nothing could ever compare to being owned by this man.
We collapse in a sweaty heap unable to speak, not needing words. His hand wraps around mine and we drift to sleep.
I feel rough the next morning, but Trigger goes above and beyond to take care of me.
I’m soaking in the tub while he cooks breakfast. The rumbling of a motorcycle barreling down the gravel driveway interrupts my morning peace. Heavy boots thump up the stairs to the porch moments later. I vaguely hear Trigger greeting someone and stepping outside.
Guess that’s my cue to get out.
After toweling off, I throw on one of my man’s tees and a pair of his jersey shorts. They hang off my hips, but I don’t think he’s gonna mind.
Trudging to the kitchen my thighs ache with every step, but the pain is worth the pleasure we shared.
Coffee is already waiting for me in a Harley mug. I grin and take a sip. He even made it just how I like it with French vanilla crème and sugar.
Hugging the warm mug in one hand, I pinch a strip of bacon from a plate with the other.
Padding to the living room, I look out the picture window and see Trig rubbing the back of his neck, talking with Angus.
He’s a bit rough looking around the edges, dirty blond hair drapes across his shoulders and a fuzzy beard dusts his jaws. I’m willing to bet with a nice shave, he’d cleanup good.
I don’t even want to know how he got that nickname though. Angus catches me spying and gives me a salute. Trigger turns around and smiles my smile at me, turning me into goo.
A few minutes later, he waves Angus off and joins me at the kitchen counter for breakfast.
After he’s taken a few bites Trig looks to me with a serious air about him. “We need to talk. Not sure how you’re gonna feel about what I have to say though.”
I swallow hard urging my food to stay down. If he wants me gone, I may kill him, if I don’t puke on him first.
“What is it, just tell me.” I try to appear brave but my insides are quaking. Placing my fork on my plate, I brace myself knowing I shouldn’t doubt the way he feels for me.
“Got word the Rev is dead. Killed himself.”
I gasp.
“He’s gone?”
“Yeah, Angus heard it come over the scanner at the clubhouse.”
Some may think it makes me cold and callous, however, those words are music to my ears. My daddy was mean and didn’t have love for anyone who didn’t live up to his standards. One thing I do know though is he would never take his life. He intended on walking through the pearly gates someday.
Trigger is watching me waiting for my reaction. I try to remember if I felt him get up any during the night, but I can’t recall. I was out. He pushed me over the edge, I don’t even know if I dreamed at all.
When I woke up this morning he was already up and dressed. Rolling my shoulders, I try to guess how many hours I slept. Looking at the clock on the stove, it’s only after ten. Possibly netting me five hours of sleep, plenty of time for Trig to have slipped out and paid my old man a visit.
“Well, guess we won’t have to worry about him anymore,” I say with a shrug.
Trigger stares at me like I’m crazy and pulls me into him, sealing his lips to my forehead with a kiss.
“Shits gonna be hairy for a bit. You running off to be with me the same night your daddy goes and offs himself, people gonna be asking a lotta questions. My guess is the bastard knew I’d be the first suspect if they have one.”
“So let them ask. I’m an adult and exactly where I want to be. You said Angus heard it over the radio that he did it to himself.” I want to believe that Trigger wasn’t capable of killing Rev, but I know his reputation as well as how angry he was last night.
Feeling my eyes on him he says gruffly, “You got something you want to ask me Opal?”
“Should I?” I question, wanting him to know that I trust him and I got his back no matter what. Leaning into his shoulder, I nuzzle my face into his neck, licking him up to the shell of his ear.
“As much as it pains me to tell you to stop, if ya don’t I’m gonna have you bent over this counter if you don’t. I’m not sure you can handle me again so soon. As bad as I want you to continue.” Bringing my fingers to his mouth he kisses them. “You got any other family that will help you make arrangements?”
I nod. “Rev has an Uncle that lives in Florida and a few cousins scattered around.”
“Cops gonna be swinging by soon. Angus caught wind they were looking for you, being you’re his next of kin.”
No sooner than he says the word does a loud knock sound against the front door.
Trigger
“Let’s get this shit show underway.” Kissing Opal on the forehead once more, I move toward the door with her trailing behind me. Opening the door, I greet the good ol boy sent out to deliver the news we already know. “Hello officer, do come on in.”
“Thank you Mr. Jennings.”
I snort at his formality. Officer Kenny Wayne has never called me Mr. Biker trash maybe but certainly never Mr.
“What can I do ya for?” I step to the side as he enters my house, giving him an eyeful of Opal sitting on the couch with my t-shirt pulled down over her knees.
“Wish I could say I was here under better circumstances. I need to speak with Opal.” He nods in her direction as she meets his gaze.
“Something wrong,” she asks with a hint of anxiety.
“When was the last time you spoke with your father?”
“Yesterday evening, after supper. He told me to grab my sweater as I was leaving to go cruising with my girlfriend Rhonda Jean. Is something wrong with my daddy.”
You’d never know by Opal’s demeanor that minutes ago I had already broken the news about her father to her.
Officer Wayne tugs on his belt and removes his hat. “Opal, I hate to be the one to break this news to you, but your father, the Reverend is dead.”
Opal covers her mouth and looks away, tears are pricking at the corners of her eyes but they never fall. “How, he have a heart attack or something? I told him to watch his cholesterol.” She shakes her head.
“No, afraid not. He shot himself.”
Opal looks at me, her bottom lip twitching as if she wants to smile. “Daddy always did like to clean his guns. Must have been an accident. He’d never do something so damming. He was a reverend after all.”
“That is a possibility, but the investigation is still being conducted. I don’t believe he did it to himself Opal. I think someone staged a murder,” he all but accuses the two of us.
Suddenly she looks to him asking, “How did you know where to find me?”
He stutters. “Well, uh, uh, uh jus-just don’t worry about that. They took the body to Phelps and Son Funeral Home. Do you need a lift to the funeral home?”
“I am home. Trigger will take me wherever I need or want to go.”
My girl’s voice wavers with a hint of emotion, but she still comes off authoritative.
“How long you been seeing Trigger, Opal? You even eighteen?” His hand goes to his gun.
“Easy there Wayne. Opal is an adult and able to decide for herself.” I clench my fist and his eyes land on my hand, reading the letters that are inked into my skin and my heart, O-P-A-L.
“Where were the two of you last night?” His finger twitches by his holster. Just let him try something.
“You plan on charging us with a crime? Don’t know when spending the night with my woman became a crime. So, unless you plan on taking me in for something, I suggest y
ou get on down the road and do your job.”
He nods. “We’ll be in touch.” He looks to Opal. “They’ll be needing you at the funeral home.”
With that he leaves.
Neither of us dares to speak a word until he has gotten down the road.
Opal breaks the silence first. “I suppose I should call your Uncle, Bob. He always did handle all my daddy’s affairs.”
“Baby, I know your relationship was shit, but if you want to cry, it’s okay to do so.”
She smiles at me, but there’s no warmth, it doesn’t quite reach her melancholy eyes. Her hand brushes her nose as she fights her tears.
Pulling her into me, I hold her close, breathing her in, wishing I could ease her suffering. Crying softly into my chest, her sobs are muffled by my shirt as I caress her back. “That’s it darlin’, let it out.” He doesn’t deserve her tears, but I get it. The bastard was her father. He failed her, but I never will. I made damn sure he’d never hurt her again.
“What’d I ever do to deserve a man like you,” she says recovering from the heaviness that is weighing her down.
“Oh baby, you deserve much better than a sinner like me, but I’ll damn sure treat you good.” I will too. I’ll move heaven and earth, hell too, to ensure I give her a good life.
Shaking her head, she disagrees. “You’re the best man I know.”
I wonder if she’d feel the same if she knew that I’m the reason her monster of an old man is dead and gone. Watching the Rev take his life shoulda brought me pleasure. He deserved a lot worse, but it was the one mercy I granted him, for Opal.
I wanted to make it slow, torture him…make him suffer, make him bleed. Truth is…I pitied the bastard. Long time ago, before my time, the Rev was one hell of a brother. According to Wilcox’s old lady, Linda anyway. I’ve heard rumors whispered around the club, nothing I’d repeat to Opal about her parents. There’s gonna come a day when she will want to talk to her mom, and I want her to form her own opinion. Not be swayed by tales of past glory days or by a dead man for that matter.
“What can I do for ya? You name it, it’s yours.” Brushing my fingers along her arms, I want nothing more than to comfort her.
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