Fulfilling Promises (Red Starr, Book Five) (25 page)

“
You
make my son happy, Devyn, and that is all a mother can hope for.”

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T
rigger lay still
with Devyn tucked by his side and listened to the hum of the new air conditioning unit that had been installed yesterday morning. It was kicking out plenty of cool air and they’d both been comfortable, but he’d barely slept. It was going on zero five hundred and he didn’t want to move for fear of disturbing Devyn’s rest. She had to be exhausted from what had taken place last night. The couple of nightmares that had awoken her hadn’t helped either. Surprisingly, her dreams had been about Joey and not about her own ordeal with the serial killer.

“You can go check on Diesel,” Devyn murmured, turning her face up to the ceiling so that he could hear her. He could see the flutter of her lashes thanks to the streetlight streaming in from the window. “I’m not going to break in two.”

“I never thought you were,” Trigger responded with a smile as he turned on his side to hold her. “You’re brave, little one, but it’s okay to let your guard down in front of me.”

“I thought I already did that.” Devyn held his arm close to her as she snuggled back into her pillow. Trigger leaned up on an elbow and rested his chin on her shoulder so he could listen while she continued to talk. “I’ve been thinking about Joey, especially after talking to your mom last night. It hit me that he purposefully stopped into the bar on those nights your parents were here so he could spend time with them. I’m glad he had a close relationship with your family.”

Trigger debated saying that she could have the same rapport with his parents and sister if she’d only opened up to them, but he refrained. There would be a time when he would broach that subject, but he wanted to show her what the future could hold for them first…and not just physically.

“And I’m very happy you chose to have me by your side at this moment.” Trigger purposefully left out anything to do with his family, the decisions they would have to make in the near future, or the profound confession he wanted more than anything to make. “You can ask anyone on the team and they’ll tell you that I’m the patient one out of all of us. Well, I can honestly say that a terror I’ve never experienced came over me when I realized Diesel had run out the back because of you. My thoughts ceased to form when you materialized out of the rain because all I cared about was making sure you were all right.”

“John—” Devyn shifted underneath the warm covers until she was on her back and looking up at him with a cautious stare.

“I’m just telling you how it is,” Trigger said softly before leaning down and gently pressing his lips against hers. He took his time and prolonged their kiss, not in any hurry for this to end. The world was still spinning around them, but that didn’t mean it was okay to allow moments like this to escape. This was what happiness was made up of and only death could make it stop…and that wasn’t on his agenda any time soon. “Just so you know, I checked on Diesel thirty minutes ago and he’s doing just fine. He’s soaking up the extra attention and resting. I think it’s time you have some additional attentiveness as well, don’t you think?”

Devyn hummed in agreement when Trigger brushed his lips down the side of her neck and over the graceful curve of her shoulder. He nipped at the strap of her silk chemise before slipping his fingers underneath it and drawing the smooth fabric down her arm. He altered his position by moving the covers and finishing the task of removing that pesky article of clothing. He would have preferred she sleep in the nude so there was no interference in their desires.

A small hiss escaped Devyn’s parted lips when she went to rest her palms on his chest. Trigger pulled back and gently pushed her arms over her head, stealing another kiss in the process.

“Don’t worry about a thing.” Trigger slid his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties and pulled them over her hips and down her legs. He made quick use of the time away from her to undress himself and obtain a condom from her nightstand. He set the square foiled package beside the clock. “All you have to do is enjoy.”

“I’m not good at that,” Devyn whispered, reaching for him only to find that he pushed her arm back down over the pillow. She arched her body when he positioned himself exactly like he was before—resting his elbow on the bed in order to prop himself up to enjoy what he was about to do. “I like to explore.”

“Your hands are bandaged,” Trigger pointed out tenderly while taking a finger and tracing it down the middle of her breasts. He could literally sense the moment her arousal spiked. His level of desire matched hers, because there was nothing like witnessing the moment his partner became awakened sexually. “For once just enjoy, wild one.”

Devyn’s lashes fluttered closed as she relented and did as he asked. Trigger took his time drawing small circles over her warm skin, literally feeling the goose bumps that appeared when he would start again. He purposefully didn’t go near her hardened nipples until he’d covered every square inch of her abdomen and her breathing had become labored.

“Touch me,” Devyn breathed, peering up at him with her arms still above her head. It was such a compliant pose that his cock hardened immediately. “Give me this moment.”

Trigger hesitated, his hand hovering above her breast as her words figuratively put up a barrier between them in the total opposite of what he was going for. Devyn was still maintaining an emotional distance and it didn’t even appear that he’d taken a step closer to her…but instead farther away. He closed his eyes, taking the time to convince himself that this wasn’t the time to talk about their relationship.

“I’d give you the moon if it were possible,” Trigger replied, finally grazing her nipple with the pads of his fingers. He made small circles over the hardened peak, around and around, until she started to lower her arm in protest. “No. Keep your arms above your head where I put them.”

Trigger’s directive caused her to arch even farther so that her breast rested in the palm of his hand. He used her movement to continue to manipulate her sensitive nub with his thumb while leaning down and licking her other nipple with his tongue. Her cry of need shot straight through him.

“More…”

Trigger slowly trailed his hand down to her mound.

“Spread your legs,” Trigger whispered against her ear, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. “Let me watch as I pleasure you.”

A long, drawn-out moan escaped Devyn as she did as he asked, spreading her legs for him to touch her uninhibitedly. He slid his fingers inside her folds on either side of her clitoris. He continued until he gathered her juices and then started all over again at a slow pace.

“Rub harder,” Devyn directed breathlessly, moving her lower body in time with the rhythm he’d set. She was watching him more intently than he would have thought, given the physical stimulation that was overriding her body. “Faster.”

Trigger remained silent but did give her a smile as he teased her unmercifully. He never came in direct contact of her clit, so much as he only rubbed the sides over and over. He could literally feel her swell under his touch and it was exhilarating to know she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

“What do you think will happen if I touch your clit right now?” Trigger inquired in a low voice, looking forward to seeing her come apart in his arms.

“Come.” Devyn was grabbing the pillowcase with her hands above her head in spite of the slight pain it must be causing. It wasn’t his intention to hurt her, so he gathered more of her cream on his fingers and rubbed directly over her clit with more pressure than he’d been stroking her with. “Yes!”

Devyn arched her back as the orgasm overtook her body. Her brows furrowed, her lips remained parted, and pleasure cascaded over her expression. It was a sight he would never tire of and he continued to massage her clit over and over until she had nothing left to give…at least for the time being.

“Wow,” Devyn breathed, releasing her hold on the fabric with a wince. Trigger took each of her hands, both still dressed with the gauze his mother had taped into place last night, and gently kissed her skin right above the white material. “That was…”

*

“Relaxing?” Trigger filled
in with a smile before reaching over for the condom he’d set on the nightstand. Devyn couldn’t help but laugh, knowing full well that wasn’t the adjective she would have used. “Satisfying? Gratifying?”

“A rush,” Devyn described as she continued to lie on her back and enjoy this pampering he was bestowing on her. She could get used to this, although she might have to take some ibuprofen when it was all said and done. “I mean, I thought sex was supposed to take away headaches, but I’m pretty sure the power behind that release sent blood rushing through my entire body.”

“That good, huh?” Trigger kissed her before she could reply and his question faded away. Devyn lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around him after he was done covering himself, pulling him closer until the tip of his cock was at her entrance. “Let’s see if another round takes care of your headache.”

“I’m all for research,” Devyn proclaimed, lifting herself to him by wrapping her arms around his neck. “Hmmm.”

Trigger took his time working his way inside of her, the width of his cock not making it easy regardless that she was dripping wet from her previous orgasm. She savored the slight burn he created and held her breath until he was seated deep inside of her.

“You feel so good,” Devyn whispered, closing her eyes to savor the heightened sensations they’d created together. “The way you fill me…”

“I’m barely holding on, wild one,” Trigger confessed in a rather hoarse tone, resting his forehead against hers. “Give me a moment.”

Devyn would have given him an eternity if it meant staying right here and never leaving. Was it wrong to want that? John Dixon made her feel alive in a way no other man had ever come close to doing. She wanted to be selfish and for this instant…she would be.

“Take all the time you need,” Devyn murmured honestly as she held him closer. She breathed in his masculine fragrance, listened to the sound of his uneven breathing, tasted the salt on his skin when she pressed her lips against his neck, and allowed the warmth of his body to soak into hers.
This
was living.

Trigger lifted up onto his elbows and peered down at her as he slowly withdrew, only to gradually push his cock back into her. He maintained the measured pace before steadily increasing the rhythm. By the time her sheath adjusted to his length and width, he was driving in with such a force that it was as if her initial release hadn’t happened. Her body craved more.

“Come for me,” Trigger called out, prompting both of them to fall off of the precipice he’d brought them toward. Her body tightened as it experienced another gripping orgasm and all she could do was hold on to him as he carried her away. It was magical and she held him for a very long time even after they’d come down from their high. She couldn’t contain the bubble of laughter at his afterthought. “Yeah, I can see what you mean. Instant headache, but I’m not so sure we should take ibuprofen right now. Maybe we need a little more research.”

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