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I can’t imagine living the rest of my life alone. “Why not a man?” She cocks her head and I realize I’ve wandered into territory I have no business being. “Don’t answer that. It’s none of my business.”
“It isn’t,” she agrees, but tells me anyway. “The men I spend time with here are decent enough, but they still pay for sex and some of them are married, so I can’t trust them. The rest, those guys outside these walls, too many of them are pricks and I have no instincts. I always pick the wrong kind.”
I want to help her so badly. “Get a girlfriend to help. Someone with good instincts.”
It’s clear I’ve offended her. “Not all of us need men in our lives to be satisfied.”
I try to see her point of view. I’ve never met a man like Trigger and if I lost him, I wouldn’t replace him. He’s it for me. “I guess you’re right.”
Her eyes take on a lost look. “Amara doesn’t expect more of me and I can’t give it.”
I nod in understanding. This kitten’s had a rough life and Trigger’s taken in a stray. My heart softens. “So it’s the easy going straight guys that drop by then.”
She smiles. “Yeah. There’s a lot of men who like it that way.” She jumps up and offers her hand. “I have another job. Let me show you.”
I let her haul me from the bed, which takes effort on her part. She’s sleight and soft and I’m sure I outweigh her by 25 pounds. “Okay!”
She leads me down a hall to a one-way window where a woman and guy are fucking. Holy shit hotness. He’s got her bent over a bench, his hands in her hair, pulling her head back. “Why the window?”
“Well, that’s the kink. He loves being watched.” She flicks on an intercom next to the window. “Holy fuck,” she says in a sultry voice. “Jesus. I’m gonna come just watching.”
This sends him over the edge and my legs tremble as he hits his peak. Sure, I’ve watched porn, but this beats it hands down.
Valentine grins. “We have these little booths where guys just like to watch and so we pair them up with the johns that like to be watched. It works.”
“Where the fuck is she?” Trigger’s aggressive voice invades the hall as he rounds the corner. “I told you to stay put,” he snarls as approaches me.
“I tried, handsome, but the allure was too strong. Are you sure we can’t stay here instead of going into Reno?” I look my man over. His knuckles are bruised and there’s some blood on his shirt. I don’t ask – it’s better than lipstick stains.
He tilts his head and I see the indecision on his face. The idea of fucking in a brothel holds appeal for him, but his responsibilities win out. “No. Can’t.”
I sashay up to him and tease his chest. “I’ll be your whore, however you want me.”
He groans as he grips my arms and shoves me up against his hard body. “You’re gonna be my death.”
He glances at Valentine. “You and me are gonna be talking.”
I watch her eyes widen and not in a good way, so I cradle Trigger’s chin and bring his attention back to me. “You know Valentine had nothing to do with my wandering. Leave her alone.”
He’s forgotten her anyway as he catches my braid and tugs it hard. “I gotta get into Reno and I guess you’re comin’ with me. I’m not gonna fuckin’ leave you here and don’t have the time to take you home.”
He grabs my hand and hauls me back to the lobby. To Amara, he says, “Joker and Reaper are escorting the sonofabitch out. Give them his wallet and any other shit he had with him.”
“Will do,” Amara says as she smiles at him. “See you later.”
Trigger’s still holding my hand as we head back to his bike, but I can’t let go of a vison of him and Amara, so despite myself, I casually ask, “How many of them have you slept with?”
Trigger grins like he sees right through me. “None, sweetheart. I don’t shit where I eat.”
I run a fingernail down the side of his face. “You have a way with words that gets me wet.”
He huffs as he hands me my helmet. “You’re a fuckin’ cat, you know that. Every time I turn my back, you’re somewhere you’re not supposed to be.”
“If I didn’t check the brothel out tonight, I would have had to come back. I’m a curious little kitten.”
When we get to Reno, he heads straight to the Gold Dust Casino. Two Hell’s Jury bikers approach us. One of them is this huge almost-perfect red-haired man. Trigger is the only man for me, but this guy would be a close second providing he had the personality to match his looks. However, both men glare when they see me.
Trigger struts up to them as if they didn’t have murderous looks on their faces. “Evanee, this Rocky and Red.”
