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She doesn’t. “I gotta know if this is a one-time thing.”
Is she fuckin’ kidding me? “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? You asking me that? You’re so fuckin’ perfect that I’ll die if we don’t do this more than once.”
She nods, like I’ve said the right answer. I get lined up again, then she goes and says, “But no women in between, Trigger. I won’t tolerate that.”
I freeze, realizing this is getting real. I'm making promises and commitments for the first time in my life. What if I fuck it up? What if I ruin the best thing that's ever happened to me?
I stare at the most beautiful woman in the world, who’s waiting like she’s got all the time in the world. Nothin’ in her face that says she’s pissed about how long I’m taking thinking about it. Instead, she grabs my dick with her hand and strokes while she pins me with her emerald gaze.
I’m breathin’ so hard I think I’m gonna need an ambulance if I don’t fuck her soon.
I look down at my aching dick. It looks back at me. We nod at each other.
I shove her back on the hood, slam my hands down on each side of her shoulders and drill my eyes into her. “I don’t break promises, princess. I’m done with other women. You’re it. But you fucking touch another guy and I’ll cut off his dick, make him eat it, then eviscerate him.” I slam my hands down on the hood again for effect.
She jumps at the echoing sound. At my aggression. “I don’t break promises either. I haven’t wanted another guy since I laid eyes on you in the food court, even if you were eating a power bowl.”
“You’re a fuckin’ poet,” I sneer, then fumble for my dick and shove it into her, hard and fast enough to make her grunt.
“Bastard,” she snarls as she digs her long red fingernails into my biceps.
I grunt. “You want pain?” I’m slamming into her and she’s meeting me thrust for thrust as she wraps her legs around my hips.
Suddenly she jerks and I smugly think she coming, but then she shouts, “Goddamn! My fingernail!” She pops the finger into her mouth.”
“What the hell are doin’ to me?” I grab the finger and pop it into my mouth, sucking it like I sucked her nipple.
Her eyes glaze over. “I’m going to come. Oh, shit, oh god.” Then she bucks her body hard and throws back her head, cursing and screaming. It tips me off the fuckin’ mountain and I come so hard my legs give out, but I stay buried so I bring her down with me. My head bounces off the concrete and her head bounces off my chin. I see stars.
“I’m gonna fucking marry you,” I say just before I pass out.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Evanee
It’s the first time I’ve injured a guy while having sex, so I’m not quite sure what to do as I stare at Trigger’s unmoving body. He’s magnificent, his cock still stiff, the Prince Albert piercing poking at the end of the condom. His hard lean body, covered in tats, is a feast for starving eyes. The problem is that Trigger’s eyes are closed and he’s not moving.
My first thought is to call 9-1-1, but I’m doubtful his president would approve.
I slide my panties on and tidy myself up as I think of what to do. I have to say, I’m disappointed that the evening ended this way. I was sure Trigger had a couple of more rounds in him. As it is, his cock has finally gone flaccid. I decide giving him a blowjob in his current state might be considered illegal under the eyes of the law, so I hover next to him, on my knees, running the tips of my fingers over his skull.
Yes, I’m a vet and sometimes that translates to human, but it’s rare that an animal comes in with a concussion.
“My poor baby,” I say as I cradle his head in my lap, then kiss him gently on the lips. My brain’s still in post-coitus bliss and my thinking is sluggish. What to do? What to do? I shake Trigger again. “Wake up, Sweetie.”
He moans but doesn’t otherwise move.
Shit.
As I stare down at him, an idea hits me. I pat him down, find his cell phone, then hold it in front of his face to open it. I find Red in Trigger’s contact list and hit the number. It rings and rings, then goes to voice mail.
“Damn.” I try again. Still no answer but third time’s the charm.
“What the fuck do you want?” Red’s aggressive voice snarls at me. He’s out of breath and I have this thought that he took Trigger’s advice.
“Hi Red. This is Evanee. I’m afraid I need a little help.”
Suddenly, the aggression is gone and his voice is serious. “What’s wrong?”
