Christmas Day in LA mid seventies.
Trigger raised his hand to knock and hesitated. Why was he here? He felt responsible for the fact that she'd be alone. It was a guilt he wasn't used to. Vietnam had taught him to live every day as if it was his last - a mantra he held close - but he'd really crapped on his own doorstep by having an affair with his best friend's girl. Worse, while his life had continued, hers had been destroyed in the blink of an eye. Was that the only reason he'd come? He wasn't exactly sure. Although he'd promised Duce not to mention Kelly's name again he couldn't let her spend Christmas Day on her own.
Trigger composed himself and knocked firmly.
"Hello?" Kelly's voice called suspiciously, from behind the closed door.
Trigger grinned. The twelve - no, fourteen - hour long shift had left him fucking exhausted. But the fatigue lifted at the sound of her voice. It had been a good idea to come here. He wasn't sure until just now. "It's fuckin Santa Claus," he answered.
As the door flew open. Kelly threw her arms round his neck and squealed with delight. "Merry Christmas!"
"Happy Christmas, TC." Trigger chuckled and hugged her back. "You gonna leave me standing out here like an idiot or invite me in?"
Kelly finally let him go. "Of course. But I wasn't expecting anyone, sorry." She looked embarrassed, moving to one side.
With the practiced ease of a soldier used to quickly assessing any location, Trigger scanned the tiny, bleak room. Single bed, rickety table and fragile looking wooden chairs that reminded him of Saigon. The addition of a kitchenette behind a threadbare beaded curtain was the only indication that they were in the US, not a Southeast Asia hooker's joint.
Trigger dropped his bag and leather jacket on the table, kicked his boots off and jumped onto the bed. The worn springs groaned as he arranged his large frame to lean against the wall where a headboard should have been. In his brief appraisal, it looked to be the only place safe enough to sit.
"I can get you some tea. Sorry I haven't got any coffee," Kelly said moving to the kitchen area.
"Tea'd be good," he agreed, then added a teasing, "Tea and Crumpets."
"How about turkey sandwiches?" she called back from behind the beaded curtain.
He looked at the tobacco stained, bland walls and grimaced. "Yeah, that'd be good. I'm starving." Having been on shift in the hospital since twenty-one hundred, then held up by a trauma coming in, he'd missed breakfast and now felt like he could eat his own arm. As a medic in 'Nam, he was used to hunger when out with his team, but a few years back in LA and his body preferred regular chow.
Kelly came out of the kitchen only a few moments later, carrying a plate with two sandwiches. She set it, and his tea, on the bedside cabinet before sitting on the edge of the bed.
"How did you find me?" she asked sipping from her own mug.
With his mouth full, Trigger grinned at her. "I'm a fuckin commando, I can find anyone." He took another large bite of sandwich. "You not eating?"
She smiled patiently. "It's a bit early for my lunch."
"What your fuckin' Christmas dinner is sandwiches?" he asked, starting on the next one.
"With a camping burner that's about all I can do here," she answered flatly. Then, suddenly, she beamed at him, the smile lighting up her pretty face. "But it's good to see you."
Trigger smiled as she squeezed his lower leg. Finishing his food in a few big bites, he smoothly swung his legs high over her head so that he was sitting next to her.
"Got you a Christmas present." He stood and from his bag pulled out a flat parcel, wrapped in brown paper. He handed it to Kelly, before picking up his mug of tea and propping a shoulder against the wall.
"Oh no, you shouldn't have." Kelly dropped her head, embarrassed again. "I don't have anything to give you."
He shrugged. "Gifts are not a business transaction," he assured her, happy when she looked up smiling. "Are you gonna open it?"
Carefully, Kelly started tearing the paper. She stopped and threw her hand to her mouth. When she took her hand away, she was biting her lower lip, chin trembling. Freeing the picture from the paper, she lightly traced her finger over it.
Kelly looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unfallen tears. "It's-it's perfect." She sat staring at the small, lifelike portrait he had painted of her old dog and the tears silently made their way down her cheeks.
"It's meant to make you happy, not cry," he said, watching her with a frown.
Kelly stood up and placed the picture on the bed, then wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. "Thank you. Thank you,Trigger. It's the most amazing present I've had. Thank you."
"Don't think that's saying much," he chuckled, before realising it was probably the only thing she'd been given. "Why the hell are you still in LA?" he asked, patting her back absentmindedly as she clung to him.
She let him go and looked up. "I'm just working until I can afford to move on." Her smile was half-hearted. "Got a Christmas job. I'll go when it's over."
Trigger knew all about the 'Santa Sleigh Rides' in the park; Kelly dressed as a little green elf leading two antler-wearing ponies around, while 'Santa' sat in the back of the carriage fleecing gullible tourists. When he'd found out, he had made it his mission to get to the park by midnight, unseen.
Covert tracking skills weren't ones he expected to use back in the U.S. but the streets of LA were a different jungle. The image of Kelly's body bloodied and broken was enough to crush any idea he was stalking her. It helped him mitigate the guilt. It had taken two to tango but Kelly wasn't street savvy and now she was on her own. At least this way he made sure she got home alive, even if Kelly never knew he was there.
"What's your plan for the rest of the day?" Kelly asked, bringing Trigger's focus back to her as she picked up her tea and sat on the bed, still staring at the picture. "Is Duce doing you all a massive meal?"
Trigger's jaw ticked at the mention of his friend's name and the complete lack of feeling in Kelly's eyes as she said it, but he knew how to roll with the punches. "I can't stomach all the memory lane shit even when I'm stone cold sober," he replied smoothly. "I'm back on shift at eighteen hundred. Just enough time to get some shut eye before patching up every fucker who decides to hack their fingers off with an electric carving knife."
Kelly giggled. "You make it sound like such fun. Almost as exciting as my Christmas reading a book in here." She picked up the picture and carried it over to the table, propping it against the wall. Then she stood in front of Trigger, gently took his empty mug and leaned over to put it on the bedside cabinet. She raised up on tiptoe and kissed him lightly. "How about something more fun?" She caught his hand to draw him towards the bed.
That wasn't what he came here for and last time it had been a bad idea BUT... no commitments now. He grinned, letting her push him so he was sitting on the edge.
"Now you're talking." He wasn't stupid enough to turn down a hot girl and they weren't hurting anyone.
She straddled his lap, resting on her knees. Meeting her dancing eyes, he felt his groin stirring. His smile widened and more blood pooled when she lightly rolled her slim hips, rubbing against him.
"This'll be my present to you," she offered, low and sultry.
Her lips rested on his again, softly teasing, requesting permission to enter. He met her willingly, deepening the kiss as their tongues danced. With a light kiss on the corner of his mouth, she withdrew and trailed her lips along his jaw until they grazed his ear.
His breathing deepened as her warm wet breath caressed, whispering in his ear, "I take it you've got some...protection, because I don't."
He ran a hand through her long blonde hair. "Back pocket, baby."
Catching his breath, he felt her delicate hand tracing under his shirt, across his back and working into the pocket of his jeans. She slowly withdrew the condoms as her hips rolled and stroked him with her crotch. It wasn't what he had expected. He hadn't spoken to her since the night she had left, nearly two months ago. But she was right, this was a better way to spend Christmas. Holding her small waist, he dropped onto his back and lifted his legs up so that she was sitting astride him.
As soon as he let go, Kelly pulled her t-shirt over her head. Trigger reached up to stroke her glorious breasts encased in a simple black bra, but she surprised him by pushing firmly on his chest.
"No touching. You just lie back. This is your Christmas present from me," she said firmly, her sweet voice dripping with lust.
He smirked at her brazen need for him. If this was the way she wanted it, he certainly wasn't going to object. Compliantly resting his hands behind his head, he stared at her breasts as she slid off her bra. Too busy enjoying the view, he hardly noticed she'd taken her jeans off and was now totally naked. She still rocked against him as he felt his own jeans become more restrictive.
"Fancy fuckin moves," he laughed up at her.
"You haven't seen anything yet," she replied confidently. Leaning forward, she kissed him passionately.
More used to leading, Trigger tried to wind his fingers through her hair, but Kelly caught his wrist and pushed it back onto the bed, at no point breaking the kiss. Reflex alone made his other hand run softly along her side, but she pushed his arm away. Evidently that was not allowed either. In their kiss, her tongue fought for dominance.
Giving up, he put his hands back behind his head and hoped she'd open his jeans soon. It was getting uncomfortable and she wasn't stopping with the damn hot cock massage. Her bare pussy soaked his jeans as she gyrated over his firm bulge.
Just when he didn't think he could take any more, she lifted slightly. He could smell her femininity and it made his cock throb even harder. Poised on her knees, cute butt pushed up, Kelly used her mouth and fingers to slowly undo his shirt. It took every ounce of willpower not to grab her shoulders and flip her over. His whole body screamed to fuck her. Reaching the last button, her delicate fingers teased along his solid abdominals and his eyes slammed shut as he groaned in blissful agony.
Feeling her weight settle on his thighs, Trigger forced his eyes open.
She allowed him to sit up so she could pull the shirt off his shoulders, before immediately pushing him back. Then she started kissing and teasing down his chest. When she reached his abs, she peered up through long eyelashes, lips still pressed against his heated skin.
Meeting her eyes made his jeans grow even tighter. Her tongue traced every defined muscle, moving at a painfully slow pace towards his waistband. Finally, her teeth were on his belt, and small fingers slipped under his jeans to hold the buckle still. Trigger couldn't help but lift his pelvis towards her. Damn, he was so turned on he'd burst something if she didn't get a move on.
His eyes rolled back as she released his belt. Then the zipper. Fuck, she was so sexy. His pelvis thrust up again, desperate to feel her against him. But she wasn't there. Catching his waistband, she pulled his jeans down. He peered down to see a sultry smile as she rested between his feet. Her eyes dilated with lust appreciating his hard manhood between them. He reached to touch himself, needing physical contact around his cock.
Kelly scowled. "Ah ah. No," she said firmly. "You'll ruin it. This is all about you."
Groaning, Trigger put his hands back behind his head. "I fuckin want you, baby. Don't make me beg."
She slowly kissed her way up his legs. "And you're going to have every single bit of me."
As she lightly stroked his balls, he thrust towards her again. He looked down to see she was still staring at him.
"Merry Christmas, Trigger." Her mouth formed a delicious circle and with a dip of her chin, she closed around him. He hissed with pleasure.
Lips firmly held the head of his cock, while her tongue circled and dipped along the slit. Trigger swallowed hard at the sensation. Seeing her cheeks hollowed as she sucked was mesmerising. Saliva bathed his cock. Needing more, he tried to thrust, but Kelly moved with him, not allowing his rigid cock in any deeper. Before he could complain, delicate fingers wrapped around the shaft. Kelly turned her hand, spreading escaped drool. Her tongue never ceased massaging the head, as her beautiful face suckled.
"Ahh fuck, TC."
The responding moan from Kelly reverberated through his cock into his groin. Trigger felt his balls tighten. Agonisingly slowly, Kelly moved that hot little mouth down, her hand leading the way. The roughness of her tongue pressed against the shaft.
Trigger dug his fingernails into his palms to maintain a thread of control and not explode there and then.
Kelly's hair teased and tickled his hip as she worked up and down his cock. Sucking. Licking. Massaging. Firm hand pumping and turning below tight lips. Warm saliva soaking his aching balls. Trigger closed his eyes and groaned with bliss when he felt her fingers and thumb rolling the boys as she continued to bob and suck on his cock.
Virtually at the point of no return, Trigger yelled out as Kelly's mouth suddenly withdrew. His eyes flew open and he watched as she pushed her breasts around his cock.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he murmured, resting a calloused hand on her cheek.
Kelly briefly nuzzled against his touch. "Hands behind your head," she replied softly.
Trigger obeyed, transfixed by the sight of his cock between her breasts. Kelly arched her back and rocked. Saliva provided the perfect natural lubrication. Each time the head poked out, her hot wet tongue flicked over it. He could already picture that pretty face covered in cum as the familiar clenching in his gut hit him. But again, just at that vital moment, she was gone.
"What the fu..." Trigger's wail turned to a moan.
A condom, held in her mouth, slipped over his cock. Kelly didn't use her hands as she took him deep, lips pushing the rubber down. As she lifted her mouth off him, drool webbed between her chin and his cock. Trigger could feel his pre-cum oozing.
Trigger clenched his fists behind his head fighting the primal instinct to grab her, as she rearranged herself over his groin. Kelly's face and breasts were covered in saliva and pre-cum. His cock throbbed at the glorious mess. At that moment Kelly had never looked more beautiful.
Reaching between their flushed bodies, Kelly grasped his cock. She smiled and ran the tip back and forth between her lower lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as she moaned. Feeling his cock being positioned at her entrance, Trigger returned a growl of anticipation.
Kelly sank down. Tight pussy walls clenching around the head. Kelly moaned louder as she adjusted to the impalement. Trigger joined her with a guttural groan. Her hot wet pussy wrapped around him tightly as she slid lower. Trigger's abdominals almost cramped in his effort not to thrust upwards as she sat motionless upon his cock. The massaging of her clenching walls was nearly enough to make him shoot his load, but he was no amateur, so he waited for Kelly to move.
When she finally did, it was slow and deliberate. Her toned thighs trembled with effort as she rode his cock. The sensation of her pussy walls spasming around him, made Trigger throw his head back. The sound of her wetness as she slow-fucked his cock flooded his ears. This was officially his best Christmas present ever.
Unable to remain passive any longer, Trigger reached for Kelly's hips, wanting to drive her faster. Instead, she moved out of reach, leaving his cock exposed.
"Ah, come on, baby," Trigger wailed.
Kelly grinned and with a dip of her chin took him in her mouth again. Trigger saw stars.
All their previous illicit encounters had been led by Trigger; control is his comfort zone. It surprised him the depth of trust he had in the small woman currently making every synaptic nerve ending dance. He willingly gave his submission to her. Fighting the basal instinct to direct; it surprised Trigger how much he was enjoying the role reversal.
She kept him teetering on the edge; each time he thought he couldn't hold back, Kelly did something different. Never letting him touch, as she used her hands, mouth and breasts. Every move forced him to groan with pleasure.
Finally, Kelly climbed onto him. Trigger's body vibrated, wanting to be connected with her in the most primal way. He had little control as he thrust deep.
Her small hands caught under his knees drawing them up. He obliged, struggling to concentrate on anything more than the immediate situation. She rested back on his raised legs as she gave him a full show riding him. Breasts bouncing, head thrown back, hair teasing his knees. Her own moans blending with his. He was about to announce he was coming when she once again stopped and moved off him.
"What? Fuckin come back," he cried out. Before he had finished protesting, her mouth was back around his cock. Sucking. Sliding. Teasing.
His balls ached and the edges of his vision blurred. Constantly left hanging on the cusp of orgasm with the intoxicating pleasure he always felt just before release. She truly worked his body. He'd be buried deep within her; then in the blink of an eye, she'd be sucking and licking him. Her hands ignited his soul as every nerve fired in erotic pleasure.
He'd never been this close for so long. Idly, he wondered if he'd pass out before she let him come. Time had become a meaningless concept as his body and mind submitted completely to her expertise.
Doing that damn sexy mouth trick again, she seamlessly changed the rubber. Her tongue felt like he'd found heaven as she carefully wrapped and dropped the old condom off the bed. Kelly slowly moved to kiss and tease his abs again.
Trigger could only make guttural groans. The ability to speak had deserted him long ago. He wanted her. Damn it, he needed her more than he'd ever needed anyone before. Yet still she teased him.
Delicate lips reached his chest. Suddenly teeth closed around a nipple and pulled back. Trigger yelled out at the exquisite pain. His rigid cock danced and slapped his abs. Releasing his nipple Kelly kissed up his neck and over his jaw. Hungrily he kissed her back, his tongue caressing her mouth like his hands were desperate to over every inch of her body. His pelvis thrust unconsciously into the air, a desperate plea for her touch again.
Then she was on him. He thrust, her pussy walls gripping firm. Unable to control himself any longer, Trigger caught Kelly's wrists and pushed them behind her back, pinning them in one hand. She smiled and continued to rock upon his cock. A sheen of sweat glistened over her skin. He wrapped his other hand just under her jaw, lifting and applying light pressure. Kelly moaned loudly and her pussy clamped tighter on his cock.
Jack-hammering with hard, deep, furious motions, he watched her wildly flying breasts and felt her moans through the hand against her throat. The animalistic sound she made threw him into the abyss.
With more power than he thought possible, he came. His hips lost rhythm as he jerked again and again. The eruption seemed to go on forever. Struggling to drag enough air into his aching lungs, he thrust into her spasming pussy. Still, she looked at him; still moaning, still with that damn hot as smile. He wanted to keep watching but his eyelids snapped shut as his hips continued to jerk. Her pussy milked every last drop of cum.
His hips slowed, then stilled. The hold on Kelly fell away, his arms lying limply on the bed. All he could feel was his heart crashing against his chest and Kelly lying on him. A whole VIet Cong platoon could have burst through the door, Trigger couldn't move a muscle. He was only vaguely aware of Kelly reaching down to hold his sensitive cock. She slowly climbed off, removed the rubber, and wrapped and disposed of it.
She crawled up his body and kissed his lips lightly as he tried to focus.
"I'm just going for a shower. I'll be back in a bit." With that she was gone.
He lay there waiting for his breathing to steady, trying to find the energy to move. As his heart rate eased, he pushed himself up and looked around the dive Kelly lived in. . It slowly dawned on him that there was no television, in fact there was nothing in the bare room. He reached for the radio and switched it on. The room filled with static. Examining it, he realised the aerial had broken off. The kid had nothing to listen to when she went to sleep. He frowned knowing she liked sound so she didn't feel alone. Yet she had none, nothing to ease her loneliness and isolation.
Kelly came back in wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She got two glasses of water and gave him one as he continued to lay on the bed. He gratefully drained the glass. Waiting until she put hers down, he caught her with one strong arm and pulled her into his chest.
"TC, that was fuckin incredible," he whispered stroking her hair.
"Glad you liked it," she mumbled against him.
"Now I'd like you to lie there and be quiet," he said gently, still soothing her hair.
She didn't object and soon he felt her breathing deepen as she fell asleep in his hold. He scowled at the thought the kid probably hadn't been sleeping, and he wasn't sure that, despite the show, she had come during their epic sexathon session. Now, in the middle of the afternoon, she was completely out for the count. With little energy of his own, he dozed.
****
Trigger's internal body clock woke him at seventeen hundred. Kelly was still fast asleep, resting on his forearm. Carefully, he slid it out and gently laid her head back on the pillow. He was starving. He'd fix them some tea and more of her turkey sandwiches. Then he'd go back to the hospital for a shower; he wasn't gonna risk the shared bathroom in this hell hole.
Scratching his boys, Trigger shook his head in disbelief at what Kelly done to him. He pushed his way into the closet-come-kitchen. Putting a pan of water on the stove, he searched around, frowning as he found only milk and a jar of cranberry jelly. In the cupboard, he retrieved some tea and the crust of a loaf of bread. Lying on the top of the trash can was the empty wrapper from a deli announcing it had contained four slices of turkey. Now he felt like Ebenezer Scrooge; he'd eaten the kid's Christmas dinner.
****
"Tea and Crumpets, wake up, baby." He leaned down to lightly kiss her forehead.
Kelly's eyelids fluttered open.
Smiling at him, she sat up. "Sorry, I'm a terrible host falling asleep on you."
Trigger chuckled, passing her a mug of tea. "Said I needed some fuckin sleep. At least I didn't have to listen to you rambling on."
"You off then?" she asked, looking crestfallen.
"Yeah, shift starts in a bit. Idiot here volunteered to do extra so some sap can spend Christmas with his kids." Trigger perched on the side of the bed smiling at Kelly. "But gonna be easier to get through the shift thinking about my Christmas present." He chuckled as she beamed back at him. "Can you meet me at the hospital at nine-thirty? I've got a break then."
Kelly shook her head laughing. "You don't get a repeat performance."
He laughed with her. "Much as I'd fuckin like that, think the boys might need a bit longer to recharge." Finishing the tea, Trigger stood up and looked back at her as he reached for the door. "See you outside the doctors lounge on the fourth floor, nine-thirty." He waited for her to nod before leaving.
****
Unconsciously, Trigger stroked under his jaw, leaning against the wall waiting for Kelly. He was dog tired, so he rested his eyelids, smirking as he pictured her beautiful naked body riding him.
"Oh my!" Kelly exclaimed.
Startled, he looked down the hallway at her walking towards him.
"You look like a real life doctor," she teased, beaming. She was in jeans and an old sweater.
Chuckling, Trigger glanced down self consciously. With neatly pressed beige pants and a button down deep blue shirt, they weren't his normal clothes. A white lab coat hung open and his hair was twisted into a knot.
"Yeah the bigwigs upstairs won't let me work in my biker gear. Something about terrifying patients." He pulled Kelly into a quick embrace. Then caught her hand and led down the hall and into the nearly deserted canteen. "Time for dinner."
"Um, Trigger, you don't need to take me on a *date*." She laughed. "You kinda got dessert already," she added coyly.
"Fuckin suit yourself. You can sit and watch me eat if you want."
He nodded to a table with a couple of nurses, the only other patrons in the dimly lit room. The two women giggled and the pretty brunette nurse blushed.
"Yesterday's dessert?" Kelly whispered, smirking at him.
Trigger chuckled, turning to the gray haired woman behind the counter. "Happy Christmas, Becky. I'll take two mains, and load it up - I'm fuckin starving."
Becky smiled, shaking her head. "Happy Christmas, Doctor Ashton. I was wondering when you'd make it up here."
Trigger leaned over the counter and kissed the older woman's cheek. She laughed before passing him plates piled with all the trimmings. He balanced them on a tray, grabbed a couple of bottles of coke and cutlery, and led the way to the corner of the canteen.
He put the plates on the table and with a strong thumb flicked the lids off the coke. "You just gonna gawk?" he asked Kelly as she stood watching him. Waving his hand at the seat opposite him, she sat down.
Once Kelly started eating, she didn't stop, shovelling the food in almost faster than him. She managed about half the plate before flopping back in the chair, holding her stomach. "Now it feels like Christmas. I'm so stuffed I can't move."
He raised his eyebrows, grinning as he snagged her plate. "Good, more food for me."
"Thanks, Trigger. You didn't need to, but thank you," she said, sipping her coke.
"Thought I'd come back to yours when my shift's over," he replied, his mouth full of her leftover potatoes. "Won't be until about two, but leave a key out, I'll let myself in."
Kelly giggled. "Thought you said you needed a little rest. Besides after that." She waved at the empty plates. "I couldn't move much, even in a few hours time."
He scowled at her. "Your place is fuckin closer than mine. Someone," he paused to smirked, "kept me awake this afternoon so the sooner I'm in a bed *asleep* the better." He yawned, making her yawn back. "Put the key on the top of the door. I'll be as quiet as a fuckin mouse."
"Mice are noisy little buggers," Kelly called after his retreating back as he carried the plates back to the counter. Over a shoulder he gave her a smile and headed out of the canteen, leaving her sitting there.
****
A thin shaft of light streamed under the ill-fitting door. Trigger grinned when his fingers found the key resting on the frame. He stomped in to see Kelly sitting up, reading under the stark light of a shade-less ceiling light. He closed the door, smirking at her as she peered over the book. She was in ugly oversized gray pajamas.
Trigger sat heavily on the edge of the bed and bent over to unlace his boots. Kicking his feet out, they thudded against the wall.
"Quiet as a mouse?" Kelly teased, raising her eyebrows.
"Squeak, fuckin, squeak." He took the book and dropped it onto the floor, and met her lips with a lazy, welcoming kiss. Pulling away, he started laughing.
"What?"
Trigger stood up and pulled his shirt off. As his head re-emerged, he smiled at her. "If you'd been Sally, she would've been squealing like a fuckin mouse about me not being careful with her precious book." He unfastened his jeans and let them fall to the ground before stepping out of them.
Running her eyes down his toned body, Kelly grinned. "And you regularly barge into the bedroom of your old CO's wife, in the early hours of the morning, and chuck her book away before stripping naked?"
"Sounds fun. She's hot for a... more mature lady," he chuckled, flicking the light off. The thin moth-eaten curtains let enough light in from the street to bathe the room in a faint glow.
"Do you have an off switch?" Kelly gave a mock scowl.
He smoothly vaulted over Kelly, catching her as he landed, drawing her into his chest.
"When I'm this awesome why would I?" One hand burrowed under her pajama pants squeezing her pert ass, the other tracked up her top as he caressed her back.
"You're incorrigible. Part devil I bet," Kelly giggled.
"And you're an angel," Trigger whispered, sarcasm dripping in the tone. He dropped a light kiss on the top of her head. "Now shut up, I wanna go to sleep."
He continued lightly stroking her silky skin as she sighed in his arms. He waited until she was asleep before hooking his chin over the top of her head and closing his own tired eyes.
****
Despite still feeling exhausted, Trigger knew he needed to wake up. Something was wrong. The warm soft body he'd been holding was gone. For a moment, he wondered if it'd all been a hot dream. Cracking his eyes open, he grinned. Kelly was crouched over a bag, naked except for some panties, her pajamas lying by her feet.
"Now that's a fuckin gorgeous sight."
Unabashed Kelly stood up to look at him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," she whispered.
He dragged his eyes away from staring at her breasts to glance at his watch. Returning to looking at her body, he licked his lips unconsciously. "What the fuck are you doing? It's too early." He flicked the covers back and patted the bed. "Come here, baby. I've got the day off and we're not getting up."
Kelly laughed, putting her bra on as he scowled. "Sorry, Trigger, I've got to go give the horses breakfast. The owner's away until later so I said I'd cover." Doing up her jeans, she moved into the kitchen. "You're welcome to stay but if you go before I'm back leave the key under the mat."
"Fuckin stupid place to put it, anyone can find it," he called after her.
Her head popped through the beaded curtain. "Some of us are vertically challenged. I had to use one of those to reach the top of the door." She pointed to a rickety chair. "Not sure if it's safe to use a second time." She disappeared inside the curtain again.
"How long does it take to feed the fuckin nags?"
"About an hour. I have to do their stalls," she answered against the background noise of the pan boiling.
Trigger swung out of bed and pushed his way into the kitchen. He shut the burner off. Catching Kelly by the waist and turning her towards him, he smoothly flicked the clasp of her bra so it fell down her arms.
"Trigger, I've got to go."
He pulled her closer so her breasts crushed against his chest, his hand deftly unfastening her jeans. He pushed them down with her panties. "I'll take you to do the fuckin glue-on-legs." He smiled, lifting her up so the jeans fell off and her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. "With two of us, Trigger - genius I am - gets the next half hour with you."
He carried her back to the bed, mind meandering through all the things he wanted to do with the beautiful little body entwined with his. Closing his eyes, he kissed Kelly, his tongue running rampant in her mouth. He lowered her onto the bed and moved to tease down her neck making her giggle.
Leaning back he smirked. "I owe you a screaming orgasm or two, my little angel."
Suddenly, Kelly's laughter stopped and she peered up at him nervously. "Trigger, you don't need to pretend." She sounded guilty. "I know what I am."
His brow furrowed. "And that is?"
"Bad." Kelly took a shaky breath. "I hurt Duce." Her fingers lightly stroked his arm. "I hurt you. I don't deserve good things."
Trigger met her sad eyes and his stomach lurched. "I know I'm looking at a beautiful woman. Gutsy, passionate and feisty. One I'm fuckin lucky will even give me the time of day." He leaned over to kiss her lightly. Feeling her lips against his, he groaned as the blood headed south again.
Breaking the kiss, she asked hesitantly, "Do...do you mean it?"
"Every fuckin word." He traced a calloused thumb over her cheek.
His eyes snapped shut as he felt her soft hands sliding into his hair, drawing him towards her. As their lips met, he slowly caressed her mouth with his tongue, becoming more passionate by the second as he rolled bringing her on top of him.
He lay back looking up at her straddling him. "Fuckin beautiful woman, and she's naked and sitting on me. I'm in ecstasy already." Winding fingers through her hair he pulled her down so he could kiss her again, working along her jaw towards the pressure point behind her ear as she started giggling.
"Not naked, I've still got socks on."
Chuckling, he turned over so that she was trapped under him. "Baby, you're all fuckin mine. Trigger doesn't share. Those socks are coming off. You wait right there."
Slowly, using his lips and tongue, he kissed and teased her body, traveling down to her feet, not missing a single sensitive spot. Each time he heard her gasp or felt her shiver, he paused his journey to work the area until she moaned and begged him for more.
Having evicted the socks from the bed, he slowly wove his way back up, returning leisurely to satisfy the points which had caused the greatest response. Reaching her mouth again, he kissed her hungrily, stroking down her side. Then he slid his hand across her hips and between her legs. There was no question she was ready; not only could he feel her warm welcoming slickness, but as he expertly rolled her clit, she cried out into his mouth.
He let his mouth drop to graze against her ear. "Say you want me, baby. Because I've never fuckin wanted anyone more than I want you now."
He groaned as her hand slipped between them and grasped his cock, angling her hips upwards desperately trying to show him what she wanted. Keeping his cock away from her pussy, Trigger slipped his fingers in Kelly's mouth. She sucked hungrily, cleaning her juices.
Using his teeth to tear the wrapper, Trigger got a rubber out. Gently pulling her hand away, he slid it on and rested his swollen cock on her pussy.
He looked deep into her eyes and smoothly pushed the engorged head inside. He smiled as Kelly gasped and tipped her head back. With every ounce of willpower he stopped his hips from thrusting as he waited just inside her. As natural as breathing, this time he was in complete control.
Dropping his lips to her neck, he tenderly kissed along her exposed throat. "Say it."
"Please, Trigger, please," she begged lifting her hips up, trying to move him deeper into her.
Her pleas made his cock throb.
"Get ready for the ride of your fuckin life."
Kelly's eyes flew open as she lowered her chin to look at him. "You really can't turn it off can you?" She laughed loudly.
Smirking, he pushed deep into her. The laughter stopped as she gasped again.
Watching her closely, he moved his body up slightly with each welcoming thrust. It only took a couple of goes to get the response he wanted. She threw her head back, her hands scraping at the wall. Keeping his position, he pinned her wrists and grazed his teeth along her throat, his hips setting a steady rhythm.
Primal, basic and glorious. His abs rippled with each forceful rock. Fuck, she was beautiful. He closed his eyes to maintain control; he wasn't ready yet, but she was. She fought to free her hands, but failing, they blindly clawed at thin air. Her body tensed and pussy gripped around him.
"Come for me, baby. Come for Trigger," he murmured, catching her earlobe between his teeth.
He stilled his hips as she cried out, shuddering against him. He let her ride the orgasm until she opened her eyes, flushed and panting.
With raised eyebrows he smiled down at her. "Ready to go again?"
Kelly drew her legs up high, locking her ankles behind his ass, pulling him deeper. "Fuck yeah," she grinned back.
Lost in his own fantasy, he got to work and watched Kelly's face. Soon she was moaning and shaking under his expertise. He smoothly flipped her on to her side so he could enter from behind, spooned around her. Rolling her clit with his fingers, he quickly had her in constant cascading orgasmic waves. He grazed his teeth against her shoulder. This was hotter than yesterday; the power of dominating, as he drove deep into Kelly.
His fingers pinched and twisted one hard nipple. Kelly screamed his name in ecstasy. The sound tipped him over the edge as he came powerfully along with the girl he was buried in.
Turning onto his back, still smiling, Trigger began to doze. He felt Kelly get out of bed and heard her pull on clothes. Assuming she was off to use the bathroom, he ignored her as he relived the experience. Only when he felt Kelly sit on the edge of the bed, did he grudgingly open his eyes to see her lacing up sneakers.
"I know this is a shit hole but you're a bit over dressed to use the crapper," he grumbled at the disturbance.
"I've got to go feed the horses," she replied, not turning around.
"I said I'd take you. Let me fuckin relax a minute."
Kelly stood up and turned to look at him, smiling. "It's okay, Trigger. You stay there I'll go for a run on the way so I'm not too late." She leaned over to kiss him, but he scowled and moved away.
"I said I'd fuckin take you," he growled, annoyed at her for not listening.
"I know, but I doubt there is anything less you'd rather do on your day off." She smiled hesitantly before moving to the door. "Remember...key - mat."
"For fuck's sake, Kelly," he snapped, making her freeze. "For someone who doesn't want to be on your fuckin own, you sure make it hard to be around you."
Wide-eyed she stared back, not moving.
"Fuckin hell. Don't do your kicked puppy routine." Trigger heaved himself out of bed, reaching for his jeans. "We'll go now."
Sticking her lower lip out like a petulant child, annoying him even more, she indignantly replied, "Trigger, I'm fine. I don't need your help."
"You might not, but it's insulting - you rejecting anything I offer." Sighing, he put his shirt on. "You need to fuckin wake up. You can't go on thinking you don't need anyone." Seeing fear in her eyes, he softened his tone and smiled. "No, I don't want to get up, but I do want to spend time with you. If that means I've gotta go feed Mr fuckin Ed and his buddies then I will."
"Sorry." Kelly hung her head.
"There you go again, the kicked puppy look," he chuckled. "C'mon, TC." Grabbing his jacket, he opened the door for her.
When they reached the street, Kelly silently climbed on the back of the Harley like a chastised child. She waited until Trigger got on before quietly asking, "Do you know where you're going?"
"Sure do. Remember I'm a fuckin commando. I can find anywhere." He passed her the spare helmet.
"Thank you," Kelly said genuinely, wrapping her arms around him.
He laid a large hand on her thigh and squeezed. "It's gonna be okay, TC."
Her arms tightened and she rested against his back.
Trigger started the bike and smoothly rode through the almost deserted streets, heading directly to the horse barn he'd followed Kelly to and from over the last few weeks. He didn't know how, but just like in 'Nam, he was sure it would be okay.
