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Trigger Happy (Black Mountain Bikers 3)

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When the doorbell rang at precisely five, Madison was thrilled and ran downstairs to answer the door.

Chapter 7

Unable not to smile so broadly that her face threatened to cramp, Madison opened the door wide. Trigger stood on the porch, only the screen between them; his smile was nearly a twin to hers. The smell of his aftershave wafted in on the slight breeze; he even smelled sexy.

“Why, hello again, Trigger. Come in.” Madison stepped back and motioned for him to enter.

“I don’t mind if I do, Madison.” He stepped into the living room far enough for her to close the door and stood there, his smile turning to a grin as he let his gaze rove across her face and down the length of her body.

She could feel his eyes on her; it was almost a physical sensation, as if his hands were caressing her.

“I see that you must have kept up with the time a little better today.” He winked at her.

“I actually slept until three.” She pointed to the sofa.

“You slept there all night?” His eyes were wide with disbelief.

“No, I slept there all day after I crawled out of bed, though.” She rubbed her neck and added, “It kind of feels like I slept on a rock for about twelve hours.” She laughed nervously.

Stepping close, he turned her with his hands on her shoulders and began massaging the tense place in the center of her back where the shoulder and neck muscles joined.

“Then, let me work my magic on you for a while and see if you don’t feel better.”

It felt wonderful. The soreness and the tension immediately drained from her muscles under his hands. She breathed deep and tried to relax her shoulders more.

“Come into the living room. I’ll sit here.” He kicked off his boots and sat in the corner of the sofa with one leg on the floor and the other stretched along the length of the sofa. He patted the cushion between his thighs. “You sit here and relax. I’ll massage until you’re feeling better. How’s that sound?”

“Awesome! Do you want a beer or anything before we get too comfy?” Was this his work-up to sex? Or, was it simply a massage and no sex? She hoped for the former.

“Beer would be great. Thank you.”

Madison brought the beer and pulled the coffee table closer as she wiggled her butt between his thighs, liking the feel of him against her even though they were both still dressed.

Five minutes into the massage, images from the night before flooded Madison’s mind. Another five minutes and she couldn’t concentrate on anything he was talking about—she wanted him to take her. She needed him to fuck her, to bone her like he owned her, as they used to say in college.

Involuntarily wiggling, fighting her carnal impulses, Maddy leaned backward, into his stomach and chest. His ripped body was taut against hers and she could feel every ripple as he breathed and adjusted his arms to her new position. Pressing against him, she willed him to let his hands slip forward and down to her breasts.

Moaning, she said, “Oh, that feels so good, Trigger.” She wiggled just a bit against his crotch as she spoke in what she thought of as her sexy voice. Knowing full well what she was doing and hoping like hell it worked.

His voice had taken on a husky tone. “That’s good. I want to make you feel good.”

Then his right hand slipped down to her breast and she moaned again. Louder this time. His left hand slid around her throat and he pulled her back into him farther. “I want to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before, Maddy.”

Thrusting his hips forward while kneading at her breast through her clothes, not letting his hand from her throat, Madison gasped. His erection was hot against her back. And so damn hard. Wanting to feel him with her hand, Maddy tried to wedge her hand behind her, but he was having none of that. No, he was in control and was going to keep it that way.

Now she wriggled against him, moaning. His hand was under the hem of her shirt, pushing it up and over her breast, baring it to the open room and the chilly air. Her nipple was instantly hard and tingling as he cupped her breast and gave it a squeeze.

“Do you remember squeezing my cock through my jeans last night? Yeah, you do. Well, tonight is payback. And the next time you grab my cock, it ain’t gonna be through denim, Maddy. No, it’s going to be skin-on-skin, hot, hard, throbbing, in your hand, in your mouth, down here,” His hand went from her breast to the waistband of her pants and then he thrust it under them to touch her sex with his bare han

d before continuing, “and then in there.” His middle finger found her ass and teased at it.

Maddy was dripping wet. She was a little scared of his dominance and totally enthralled by it at the same time. He tightened his grip on her throat just a tiny bit and she moaned, rooting her body against his and pushing her hips up toward his roaming, delving, exploring hand.

“That’s it. Let me know you want it, baby. Do you want me to fuck you all over and make you feel better than you ever thought possible? Hmm?” His tongue flicked at her ear as he spoke.

Moaning, Maddy nodded. “Yes.”

Trigger moaned as her body shuddered against his hand. He worked her clit hard and fast, and then gentle and slow.



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