OWNED: BLAZING DEVILS MC (5 page)

I ran into the
kitchen as fast as my heels would carry me without dropping me on my face. My
mom was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper and sipping a cup of
tea.

“Okay,” I said
slowly. “I’m going now. Are you sure you don’t need me to stay?”

She brushed me
off. “Go ahead, baby. I’m fine, the girls are in bed and I’m going to follow
soon enough. You go have fun, you deserve it.”

I leaned over and
kissed her on the cheek. “Thanks, I love you.”

“I love you, baby.
You look beautiful.”

I felt my face get
hot at the compliment, even if it was just from my mother.

“Thanks.”

I reached the door
before she called after me. “Make sure you text me if you’re going to be late.”

“I will.” I shut
the door behind me and took the steps down to the lobby two at a time, praying
that Trigger hadn’t decided to come inside and greet me at the door. He didn’t
really seem like the type to make a big show of walking a girl to the car but
you never knew
,
guys like Trigger were unpredictable.

To my relief when
I reached the lobby he was nowhere in sight. I reached the door and peeked
outside at his car. Windows down, night sky shining in through the sunroof of
his car and his beauty still struck me.

Why was I even
doing this?

How had this
happened?

Hours ago Trigger
Ford hadn’t even known I existed and now he was here, wanting to take me out on
a date. This was a date… wasn’t it? I wasn’t sure anymore, I wasn’t sure about
anything. I just knew that somehow I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to go
with him.

I took a deep
breath and pushed the doors open then stepped outside.

Trigger got out of
the car as soon as he saw me and I practically gasped at how good he looked. He
was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a tight red t-shirt that showed off his
perfect arms and layers of tattoos up and down his neck. Trigger looked amazing
in red, he always had, even in high school. I knew they were The Blazing Devils
club color so it made sense he always had a splash of it somewhere on him.
Black boots, a loose chain with his club symbol hanging off the end for the
world to see, and a diamond watch shine off of him. He really didn’t mess
around when it came to looking good.

Suddenly I felt
even more nervous than I had a second ago.

He looked me up
and down and let out a low whistle. “Damn.”

I allowed myself
to smile and looked down at the ground for a second before I answered. “What
are you doing here? I told you I didn’t want to hang out.” I hopped from one
foot to the other.

“True but I knew
what you really meant,” he said, the same sparkle in his eye that was there
earlier. “Besides, do you always look that good for things you don’t want to
do?”

I bit my lip and
blushed, still unsure.

Or maybe I just
didn’t want him to know how sure I really was.

“Don’t you
remember what happened the last time you refused to get in the car with me?” he
joked. He crossed the other side of the street and swung open the passenger
side door, waiting. “Jennifer, get in the car,” he said more sternly when I
still didn’t make any effort to near him.

I smiled in spite
of myself. Ugh, why did I have this overpowering need to please him?
And to… to… obey him?
I sighed after a few more beats.
“Okay. Anything I want, right?”

“Right.” He
gestured toward the car again and waited for me to climb in before he shut the
door safely behind me.
 
Once he
climbed back into the door he smiled smugly at me again, clearly please with
himself.

Ugh, even his
teeth were perfect.

“Where to, miss?”
he asked me, bringing the engine to life and pulling away from my building.

“A few of my girls
are checking out Shrine,” I told him.

He shot me a look.

“It’s a club,” I
told him.

“Oh, I know what
it is. We aren’t going there.”

“You said it was
my pick!”

“It is,” he said,
sounding suddenly cold. “Just not there.”

“Why not? I want
to dance!” It was a lie. I didn’t even know how to dance that well, but I
figured it was a pretty good arguing point. Wasn’t that what you did at a club?
Dance?

“If you want to
dance we can go to another club. That place is fucked.”

“No, it’s not! You
go there all the time!” It was true. My girls were always talking about seeing
the Ford brothers being at Shrine and beating the shit out of people or
breaking bottles or whatever other crazy things they were up to on the night in
question.

Not that I was
going to tell Trigger that.

“Well, not
anymore.
I know this other club
,
you’ll
love it
. It’s way better.”

“But all my
friends are there!”

“Well, they should
leave,” he snapped. “We aren’t going there tonight, end of discussion.”

“Fine,” I snapped
right back at him then crossed my arms over my chest, looked out the window,
and didn’t say a word for the rest of the drive.

Going inside a
club with Trigger was like going somewhere with a celebrity. Everyone knew him
and everyone wanted to talk to him. Every girl in the place was sizing me up,
whispering at the sight of me. I didn’t fit in with this world at all. Everyone
was staring at us.

Trigger was
leaning up against the bar; sipping on some expensive drink I had never heard
of. I had no idea how he got served alcohol here since he was only 18 like me.
But I guess when you were him things came easy, even things that weren’t
supposed to. I was sipping my second gray goose and cranberry. I had been
surprised he hadn’t made a comment about me drinking, but he seemed pretty busy
with all the celebrity-like attention he was getting.

I normally didn’t drink,
but this situation called for it. I was pretty uncomfortable. Being introduced
to people who had never given me the time of day before, and being looked at as
a hoe by all the girls in the club. Most of them just wished they were here
with Trigger instead of me. Which was just fine with me.

Like I wanted to
be here.

Okay, I kind of
did, but only a little.

I couldn’t help
it… something about Trigger was fascinating to me.

Trigger took a
step closer to me and leaned in. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel weird,” I
told him. “Everyone is looking at me.”

“That’s because
you look fucking sexy,” Trigger told me, taking the chance to look me up and
down. “I mean… if you weren’t you, wouldn’t you look at you, too?” The cocky
look was gone from his eyes, he wasn’t trying to spit game,
he
looked real and genuine. Like in his mind he was only speaking facts.

I blushed and
looked away. “No, it’s because I’m with you.”

Trigger rolled his
eyes and smirked. “Do you have any idea how many guys have looked at your ass
since we walked in? Like this fucking asshole over here,” he motioned to a guy
who was standing on the other side of the bar, looking at me. “WHAT THE FUCK
ARE
YOU LOOKING AT, ASSHOLE?”

I gasped and
pushed Trigger away from him a little bit. “Stop!” I hissed.

“IF I CATCH YOU
LOOKING AT HER ASS AGAIN I’LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!” He pushed away from
me, twisting out of my grasp and moving closer to the guy. “DO YOU HEAR ME?”

The guy looked at
Trigger, realization coming over his face when he realized
who
he was. A look of fear came over his face and then he took off running toward
the back of the building as fast as his legs could carry him.

“What’s wrong with
you?” I yelled.

“Oh, come on. He
was practically drooling while he watched your ass.”

“So what? Why does
it matter?” I demanded.

“It’s distrustful.
You’re here with me. Out of respect for me, guys don’t need to be looking at
you like your body is theirs. You could be my girlfriend for all they know.”
Trigger shook his head in anger and looked deeply into my eyes.

He looked more
like Danger when he was angry, the same handsome features as his brother coming
out more and more. “The Ford brothers don’t have girls,” I said, pointing out
common knowledge in the city.

Trigger pushed
closer to me. “Trust me when I say you don’t know anything about me and my
brothers, Jennifer.” He had a look in his eye I couldn’t read, one that told me
pushing the matter wouldn’t be smart for me.

I sighed and
backed down.

He stepped closer
to me again. “You know if you’re worried about people looking at us, there is
one place where they wouldn’t be able to see us.” He motioned over my shoulder
to the darkness of the dance floor.

I hesitated. I
really didn’t know how to dance the way some other girls in this club did. I
was decent, but probably not any good compared to the kinds of girls he was
used to dancing with at places like this.

“One dance,” he
told me. He grabbed my hand and started to lead me toward the back of the club.
My body heated up at just the touch of his hand. How was that even possible?
When we reached the center of the floor, he kept guiding me further and further
toward the back. It was really dark, so dark that I could barely make out the
people next to us. It made me feel somewhat better that we were just faceless figures
moving around in the dark.

Trigger turned me
around and sunk my butt into his crotch slowly. I let myself get lost in the
music, forgetting about all the people that were shocked to see me in this club
with Trigger. Forgetting about the fact that I could never fit in with him and
his crazy world. There, in that moment, I just let myself go with him.

I pushed my butt
further back into him and Trigger clutched my hips as I worked it back and
forth into his crotch. He wrapped his arms around my waist tight and I gasped
when he yanked me back even further into him, grinding my ass up and down
against him as fast or slow as he wanted for a few minutes.

I felt myself
starting to get hot between my legs and cursed myself for being so easily
influenced by him. I pulled myself out of his grasp to regain my composure and
turned around to face him, grinding my hips and chest up against the front of
him. He pushed me back further into the dance floor, so we were practically on
the back wall of the club, hidden by the darkness.

Trigger reached
around the back of me and grabbed my ass hard. “Do you have any idea how good
your ass looks in that dress, mama?” He released one of my cheeks and then
squeezed again to prove his point.

I gasped into his
chest, liking the fact that he has his hands on me even though every voice
inside of my head was reminding me how dangerous it was. I shook my head,
unable to form any words.

He grabbed it a
third time, releasing it only for a second to pull back and slap it full on.
“It makes me crazy, especially when all these other pussy ass guys are looking
at it like they want to fuck the shit out of you.”

The wetness
between my legs was growing more and more by the minute. I felt his fingers
starting to trace up and down the back of my legs, just underneath my dress.
After a few seconds he stuck his hands up the fabric of my dress and grabbed my
ass roughly.

“Damn, it’s so
fat, Jennifer,” he whispered in a husky voice.

I couldn’t believe
Trigger Ford was touching my butt right now, every girl in the club wished they
were in my position. It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. He moved his hands around
to the front of my dress and started rubbing my pussy through my panties. I
moaned loudly. I know I should have told him to stop, but I felt powerless in
the moment.

His intense eyes
were searching mine, like he owned me, and wanted every other guy in the room
to know it. “You’re all wet, Jennifer,” he said in my ear, and I could tell
from his tone how much that pleased him.

He pushed my
panties to the side with his finger and started rubbing his smooth fingers over
my slit nice and slow. My pussy was dripping now and I could see him licking
his lips with his big tongue in satisfaction.

He inserted one
finger and then another inside of me slowly, not waiting for my permission. I
gasped as he worked his fingers in and out of my fat soaking wet pussy, finger
fucking me fast and hard.

I moaned loudly
over the music, not able to control myself. I couldn’t believe I was doing this
in the middle of a club, but Trigger didn’t seem to mind. He seemed like it
made him excited, just like anything else risky or dangerous in his life.

“Come on,
sweetheart, cum.
Cum
all over my fucking fingers.”

I couldn’t help
it, just the words alone were enough to push me over the edge and I explode all
over his fingers just like he ordered. Trigger grinned in satisfaction and then
pulled his fingers out of me and stuck them in his mouth, licking them slowly,
so he could taste all my pussy juice. “That shit is good, too good.”

I felt myself
start to blush. I couldn’t believe what I just did. In the middle of the club!
On a dance floor! And with Trigger
Ford
of all people!
What the hell
had
 
gotten
into me? I would have never thought I would be the type of
girl who got felt up in the back of a club.

“I need… I need
water,” I said, out of breath.

Trigger nodded,
grabbing my hand and leading me out of the darkness back toward the front of
the room. I stared down at his hand while we walked. What the hell had I gotten
myself into?

I knew I had
started acting different since we left the dance floor, but it wasn’t my fault.
How could I not after coming all over the place on the fingers of one of the
most feared men in our state? I had just met him for fucks sake. And what kind
of fucking hold did this man have over me?