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Trigger has gone off to talk to some of the guys and left me with the girls. Winnie and I listen on pins and needles as they tell us how hard it was for them to pull off the surprise. I’ve been wondering why there have been a few times the girls have mentioned going to lunch together without inviting Winnie or me.
After making a few rounds through all of the people, I take a seat at a picnic table outside with a plate loaded down with food. I’m still shocked as hell that the girls pulled this off. Everyone is here. The girls I used to dance with, Clara and her mom, Rebecca, Flame’s whole group of artists. I think every single person that works for any of the businesses within the club is here.
Bull sets down two plates in front of me and holds Winnie’s hand as she settles down on the bench across from me. “Holy cow my feet hurt,” she says with a genuine smile.
“You’re the only person I know that could complain about being in pain with a legit smile on your face,” I tease.
“I have a lot to be thankful for,” she replies wistfully.
“Touche.”
Bull slides one of the plates in front of Winnie and turns to his own plate, eating in silence.
Winnie digs into her salad, moaning over her mouthful. Trigger plops down next to me, straddling the bench so I’m between his knees. “Hey, Red. You having a good time?”
I nod, chewing the rest of the chicken wing in my mouth before swallowing.
“Sorry for disappearing on you. The girls want you and Winnie to open your gifts as soon as you guys are done eating.”
My eyes bug out as I turn to him. “In front of people?”
Trigger’s eyes squint in confusion. “Yes?”
“I don’t want a bunch of people staring at me!”
“Everyone’s just excited for you. Come on, it’ll be fine. I’ll sit next to you and help you,” he says, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. “Besides, not all the attention will be on you, Winnie has gifts to open as well.”
It’s unfair how attractive Trigger is this time of year. Yes, he’s attractive all the time, but there is just something about the way this man wears a baggy beanie, covering all of his hair with only his delicious beard showing. I roll my eyes, playfully. “Fine.”
“Good girl,” he growls, causing an uncomfortable wetness to form between my legs. I curse myself. This is not the place, and most definitely not the time. “I saw that look.”
I feign innocence, batting my eyelashes at him. “What look?”
He puts his lips to my ear, carefully nipping my lobe before saying, “The look that you’re thinking about me pinning you against the wall and shoving my hands up that pretty little skirt you think is hiding your body away from me. In reality, I know what’s under there, so you aren’t hiding anything from me, Red.”
I didn’t think anything about the long sleeved t-shirt dress I put on this morning. It sits across my body like a second skin, and he’s right. It doesn’t really leave much to the imagination.
I slide the empty plate across the picnic table and rest my elbows on the wooden surface. Laying my head down against my fists, I look in his eyes. “Are you going to do something about it?”
Trigger groans, leaning forward and biting my bottom lip lightly. “I wish I could. There are way too many damn people here right now,” he says gruffly. “But rest assured, the minute we get home, your ass is mine.”
“We’ll see,” I reply saucily.
Trigger chuckles, grabbing my plate from the table before standing up. I follow him as he dumps my trash in the large garbage bins. He takes me by the hand, leading me to the other side of the courtyard to a group of people surrounding the fire pit. The air is crisp and only getting cooler as the sun sets. We stop next to where Brenna and Maria are sitting in the laps of their men, surrounded by Ringer, Lilah, Ghost, and Tiny. At the far end, Reaper has Sasha cuddled up on his lap. “Winnie’s almost done eating.”
“Perfect!” Brenna says excitedly, wiggling in Flame’s lap.
“Baby, unless you wanna take a trip inside, you best quit moving your ass against me like that,” Flame grunts.
Brenna turns, slapping him on the chest playfully. “Quit it, Jace! Your mother is right there!” she hisses.
“Don’t mind me,” Maria laughs from her perch on Tank’s knee.
“Are we ready for presents?” Lyric sings from behind us as she approaches the group.
“Ugh,” I whine, causing Trigger to chuckle.
“It’ll be fine, babe. Come on.”
