Trigger (Broken Angels, MC Book Three)

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Twenty-Five: Trigger

The past two months have been one lead after another. We’re still looking into the car that chased Alanis and in turn, caused her enough stress to lose one of our children. She’s holding everything in, but I can see through the façade. I can see how much she’s struggling with the fact that she’s not carrying both babies. However, she’s putting on a brave front for the kids and everyone around her. I’m trying to be there for her, but she’s insisting that she’s fine. She fully healed from her surgery and has demanded to be back in her office to do her work. She came back last month and has been fine since. Other than her emotional pain.

“Church in an hour.” I turn towards the hallway with the offices and see Westyn with a nonreadable expression on his face. We all know that it can’t be good if he or Doc have that damn look on their faces. My stomach sinks to the floor below me. I know this isn’t going to be good news, and I don’t fucking want it. “I got some intel that needs to be shared. Get everyone here.” With that, he walks back into his office and shuts the door.

I get up from the stool at the bar and head towards Alanis’s office. I need my wife and I need her yesterday. I’ve been trying to keep things as light as possible until she’s fully healed and was given the all clear form either Doc or Hannah, so I didn’t hurt her more than she already was. I texted Doc earlier and made sure that she was cleared, and he told me that she was. So, I’m going to make my woman scream my name so damn loud that the entire county can fucking know who she belongs to.

I make my way down the hallway and to her office door, and walk on in. She looks up when I enter and gives me a smile. “Hey babe.”

“Hey beautiful.” I reply. I take a minute to take her in. Her red hair is pulled up into a messing ponytail. Her porcelain skin has a natural flush to it. Her eyes are brighter. I then take in her outfit. She’s wearing a dress with leggings underneath today. She’s always wearing leggings. She said she hates how constricting jeans are. She doesn’t like them. She’ll wear them when she has too though. “Stand up and bend over your desk.”


“You heard me little minx. Stand up. Bend over your desk. I’m doing what we both need. Now do it.” I make my way over behind her desk and see her eyes have darkened with desire. She slowly stands and does as she’s told. I’ve learned that she likes to be told what to do during sex. However, if you try to tell her what to do outside of the bedroom, my little spitfire fights back. “Good girl. It’s been a long while since I’ve been inside that tight as fuck pussy baby girl. We’re going to fix that right here, right now.” I stand behind her and take in the sight of her perfectly shaped ass. “So, fucking beautiful.” I rip down her leggings and panties in one fell swoop.

“Eliot.” Her voice is breathless and has a slight quiver to it. If I could put another baby inside her while she was already pregnant, I would in a heartbeat. God, I can’t wait until her bump gets bigger. Right now, it’s barely there, but noticeable. I can’t keep my hands off it. We’re waiting until the baby is born to find out what the sex is. Which, if I had my way, we’d know at the next appointment. She wants to be surprised. Whatever she wants, she gets.

“Are you wet for me already baby?” I drop to my knees and inhale her sweet scent. Running my fingers through her juices, I let out a groan. “I want everyone in this county to know who you to belong to.” I bury my face in her sweet heat and drink her sweet nectar like a dehydrated man. The moans that escape her lips as I feast have my cock rock hard. I snap the button my jeans and drop the zipper. I pull him out so he can breathe and I won’t have permanent zipper marks on it. I add two fingers inside her sweet heat and feel her start to tighten. I rip my fingers out and whip my face away at the same time. “Oh, no little minx. When you cum it’ll be on my cock. This is going to be fast.” I stand up and line myself at her entrance, plunging in with one thrust. “Oh fuck!” I groan out. “Still so fucking tight. Your pussy sucks me like a vise.”

“Oh, Eliot!” It doesn’t take her long to adjust to my size before she’s wiggling her hips wanting me to move. I pull out to the tip and slam back in. I didn’t lie when I said this was going to be fast. It’s been so long since I’ve been inside her and I’m not ashamed to admit that it’s turned me into a teenage boy that just got his first boner. I’ve been jacking off in the shower for the past couple months. She’s offered to give me head, but I knew if she did that, I’d take her then and there. No, I made sure my woman was taken care of and then I took care of myself in an ice-cold shower. Moving my hips faster and harder, I’m pistoning in and out of her. My grunts are loud, her moans are louder. There’s no doubt in my mind that everyone can hear us.

“Oh! God! Yes!” She exclaims. I can feel her walls start to quiver. The tell-tale sign of my climax has started. I move my hand from her hip to her clit. Making fast circles that has her squeezing me tighter within her walls. My balls draw up even more, the tingle in my spine more prominent. I pinch her clit and she tightens even more. “Please let me cum sir.” That gets me closer than I was before.

“Cum for me baby. Cum now.” She detonates, drawing my own release along with her. I let out a roar. “Fuck! Alanis!” I’m not sure how long my cock twitches in her depths, but it’s enough to have our essences dripping down her thighs as I pull out. “That’s hot as fuck” I help clean her up and pull her pants up along with my own. “I love you.”

“I love you too babe. Did something happen in church yesterday?” She asks, getting comfortable at her desk and cleaning up what we messed up.

“We can’t find Megan and we’re still getting information on the governor of Indiana. Snoopy is working as fast as he can on getting that information. Until then, I want you to be on the lookout. I don’t want you going anywhere without one of the guys with you. We’ve already got someone on Morgan and Posey. I can’t tell you any more than that. Club business. Some things we can tell you, but other things we can’t.”

“I understand Eliot. Thanks for telling me what you could. I feel better that the kids are being watched over. We have a doctor’s appointment today in an hour. Are you going to be able to go?” Fuck me. I forgot about that. I’ve got church.

“Let me go tell Westyn. Maybe he can push church back until we get back.” I tell her.

“You don’t have to go. It’s just a checkup.” She says. Like I would ever miss an appointment.

“That’s not fucking happening. I’ve gone to every appointment thus far, and I don’t plan to stop any time soon.” She gives me her signature smile that melts my heart.

“I know. I just wanted you to know you had the option. I’ll meet you out in the main room in thirty.” She tells me. I give her a kiss and walk out to find my prez. I go past his office to see it empty before I continue on my way to the main room of the building.

It’s nothing much, but it’s been our home since we were all born. Some of us made our own paths, but most of us had stayed here. In the main room, there’s a bar that takes up one full wall. There are tables and booths that are scattered here and there. There are pool tables and dartboards in one area of the room. The jukebox is near the bar. It’s plain, but home. I see Westyn sitting with Axyl and make my way over towards them. They’re sitting in our normal booth. I sit down next to Axyl and hear them talking about Jessica. Jessica was Hammer’s ol’ lady. He passed away in an attack that happened when the women had to go to Moscow to get away from Blake. “I’ve sent some money to her and the two kids. It won’t bring him back, but it will help her out until she gets back on her feet.”

“Hammer was a good member and an even better brother. He may have not had a seat at the table, but he was still a good friend. He didn’t grow up with us, but when he came to school, he became a good friend to all of us. It sucks that he lost his life so soon. Never getting to see his children grow up. I wish she would have stayed, but I understand why she didn’t. Too many memories here.” Westyn says solemnly.

“We take care of our own. We can just be there to help as much as we can. I just hope she can find happiness again.” I say. Hammer was a good man. He was a great husband and an even better father. Jessica deserves the best and I hope one day she can open her heart to someone again. “Speaking of families. Can we push church back? I forgot that Alanis had a baby appointment today. I’ve not missed one yet and I don’t plan to.”

“We can push it back. I’ll let the guys know. I wouldn’t want to miss my ol’ ladies’ appointment. If I had one that is. I wish I could have been there with Royal, but what’s done is done. Just shoot a text when you’re headed back.” Westyn says. I give him a nod and listen to their back-and-forth banter. It’s mainly just Axyl talking about his and Ali’s sex life knowing that Westyn wants to hear nothing of his sister’s sex life. Hell, we have to see it enough when they’re going at it at the same time as Jackson and Hannah. They don’t care who is in the room. If they’re in the mood, they just do it. We’ve all come to be immune to it.

When Alanis comes into the main room, I bid my goodbyes to my brothers and walk towards my woman. “Ready to go see the rugrat?”

“More than ready.” We make our way out to my truck and I help her inside. With it being January, we don’t ride the bikes as much as we do during the summer. Besides, with Alanis being pregnant, she wouldn’t be on the back of my bike until after the baby was born. The drive to the clinic is quiet. Not an uncomfortable silence, but a comfortable one. We don’t have to be talking all the time to enjoy each other’s company.

Ali and Hannah opened the clinic a few years ago and it’s grown quite a bit. Doc works there now. They hired on an OB/GYN and added a new wing to the building. The new wing is for the baby doctors. When we pull up, the parking lot is packed. That’s a good and bad thing. Good because the clinic is doing great. Bad because finding a parking space sucks. This is why we need to leave early. It takes forever to get spots. Especially during the morning hours. After circling the parking lot a few times, we finally find a spot.

“I’m excited. I really want to know what we’re having though.” I pout.

“I know you do. I want us to be surprised, but if you really want to know then we can find out. I didn’t find out what Posey was until she was born.” Alanis says.

“No. It’s fine. We can do whatever you want babe.” When we get to the door, I hold it open for her and tell her to go get a seat while I check us in.

“Hey Eliot. Here for your appointment?” Teressa, the receptionist asks.

“Yes ma’am.” Teressa is an older lady that reminds me of one of the moms. I’ve had manners and respect drilled into me my whole life. Mom and pops would always say that they’re not raising us to be heathens. If we’re not respectful, we’ll never get anything we want in life. I think that’s why we became the club we did. We finally managed to get out of the gun running last month, so now we’re all legal.

“They’ll call you back in a few.” I nod my thanks and turn towards my woman. There’s nowhere else to sit, so I grab her and take her seat before placing her on my lap.

“Eliot!” She whisper-shouts.

“Yes?” I ask innocently. She rolls her eyes and gets comfortable. We’re only waiting a few minutes before we’re called back. I lift Alanis from my lap and grab her hand before following the nurse to the room.

“Let’s get you all settled and then Dr. Morgan will be in to take care of everything else.” I watch as Alanis gets her vitals taken and whatever else needs to be done before the doc comes in. The nurse leaves the room and I stare at my woman. A few minutes later, there’s a knock on the door and Dr. Morgan walks in.

“Who’s ready to see a baby?” He asks. I’m more than ready.

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