“Oh God,” I whimper into the kiss as he touches me in ways I couldn’t touch myself, sending my orgasm racing to the surface. “Trigger—”
“I’m here, baby,” he rasps, slipping his thick digit into my sex, and the slight pressure sends me right over the edge. My body bows off the bed, legs trembling as the orgasm rolls through me. He fingers me through it, thrusting in and out of me in fast motions, drawing out the orgasm and leaving me a trembling mess.
“Your turn,” I whisper, fiddling with the button of his jeans. I keep my glazed eyes on his wild blues as I tug down the zipper and reach in to draw out his cock.
He’s so hard and big and warm. Our eyes stay locked on each other as I stroke his cock and question how I lived a single day before him. How I went for so many years without feeling him inside of me, and how I’ll survive if he ever stops me needing me as much as I need him.
As much as I love him.
“You’re hard to read in court,” he says with a grin that turns pained when I squeeze his cock in my palms. “You wear this blank expression, like you’re playing poker and don’t want your opponents to predict your next move, but it’s different when it’sjust us two.” He grabs my thigh and lifts it to his hip, pushing up until the head of his cock is pressed against my inner thighs. “In the bedroom, I can read you clear as a book.”
“Can you tell what I’m thinking now?”
“You’re afraid to surrender to the feeling, so let me be the one to say it first,” he says, those eyes pulling me into their depth. “I am hopelessly in love with you, Maeve Halloway.”
And then he enters me.
It’s a shock to the system. Both the words and his action, and it takes forever for my brain to catch up. When I do, he’s already moving.
“Oh God…oh yes,” I moan, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he shoves my legs open and takes me like an animal, fast and hard. His body fits against mine like we were custom-made for each other, and I can feel and think of nothing else but the hot glide of his cock against my most intimate parts.
“You’re mine,” he growls, slamming his mouth down on mine and taking me in a dirty kiss, his hips pumping in brutal thrusts. “You belong to me, Maeve. Say it.”
“Yours,” I sob as an orgasm tears through my body, nearly blinding me with its intensity. My vision wavers as my sex cinches hard around his cock, trembling achingly as he hammers into me and good Lord, he’s beautiful.
It’s art. The way his hair frames his face, damp muscles rippling with every move, the array of tattoos catching in the evening light. I could spend a lifetime watching him. Giving and receiving pleasure from him.
He’s even more magnificent when he comes. His head thrown back, the muscles of his neck flexing as he pours himself into me. That deep growl is one I want to hear forever.
When Trigger finally collapses over me, I realize that I understand Gareth. I would lose my mind too if Trigger ever stopped loving me.
Would I spiral out of control and ruin other people’s lives? Probably not, but it would hurt.
“I love you,” I choke out, surprised by the tears that roll down my cheeks but unable to stop them. I wrap my arms tightly around him and hold him close. “I am hopelessly in love with you, Trigger.”
He kisses my temple and then my wet cheeks and eyes. “I plan on keeping you by my side forever, my beautiful attorney,” he rasps, brushing my mouth with his as he says the perfect word. The only one I want to hear. “Forever.”
“Forever,” I echo, burrowing into his arms as I let the word soothe me. As I give in to exhaustion and allow myself to fall.
Epilogue
Two Years Later
Trigger
It’s always fascinating to watch the father and daughter duo engage in a glaring contest, both stubborn and trying to win an unspoken battle that has existed long before I met them. I watch with amusement as I sip my whiskey, curious to see who will win this time around.
At first, it drove me to madness when the two butted heads, and I always stepped in to defend my wife. But then I realized that she revels in whatever competition they have going on between them. The pithy comments from her father merely bounce off her like a ball, and she retaliates with her own creative jabs.
I turn to look at our companions. Saint and his wife, Jade, are seated to my left. Doc and his wife, Cara, are seated across from us at the dinner table, and they watch with amusement at the war between my wife and father-in-law. Even my mother-in-law seems unbothered by it, nursing her cocktail.
“Honey, you definitely inherited some of my smarts, but your talents would be much better served in other places.”
“And I’m saying no,” my lovely wife says stubbornly. “I have a perfect job that fulfills me. Now, how about we call a truce today? After all, it’s Trigger’s day,” she says warmly, turning to look at me. She reaches for my hand and squeezes it over the table, and I fall in love with her all over again. “Don’t mind my father, he’s still a little sour that he lost a case to me last week.”
The man in question huffs but doesn’t speak, proving Maeve’s point. I grin at that, my heart swelling with affection and gratitude for everyone at this table. Years ago, when I was being presented with my medal of honor, there was no family in attendance for me to turn to with pride. I was alone, and the moment was bittersweet.
But when my Medal of Honor, commendations, and sharpshooter records were restored, there was a whole crowd of my brothers and their partners causing a ruckus as they cheered. And a wife who stood proudly with our newborn son, dabbing at tears as she watched me get my reputation back. She and her father were the ones who pushed all the buttons to get me back my identity.
