Page 22 of Trigger Happy Ending

“You’ll burn your eyes.”

Her brows pinch together. “What?”

“Staring into the sun without sunglasses.”

She scoffs. “Good. Then I won’t have to look at you and bear witness to your pathetic attempts at flirting.”

God, she’s fun.

“Am I hearing jealousy?”

She turns her head, hitting me with a glare that could strip paint. “It’s disgust, idiot.”

My grin spreads. She’s all my fantasies wrapped up in an evil, smart-mouthed little bow.

I unbuckle my seatbelt and rise slowly. My fingers curl around the overhead compartment, and I roll my head from side to side, cracking my neck.

She’s always watching, even when she pretends not to. And she pretends often. I noticed her watching me, studying me, when we were surveilling Lukas. I do the same to her. But when I’d catch her eye, she’d do this thing where her eyes almost glaze over, like she’s looking through me, not at me. Reading me, perhaps. Anyway, it was always so fucking unsettling I’d be the one to look away first. Ain’t no way I need someone like her staring into my soul.

After a long moment, I turn and walk to the galley where the blonde is waiting. She tilts her head, ready to be useful. “What can I get you, sir?”

Even though she’s being paid to be whatever I command her to be, I can tell she’s into me. Finds me attractive, or whatever. I drag my eyes down her curves, pretending to be interested, but I have one goal: to piss Raine off. The bitch shot me. She thinks she’s in control. But I’m about to remind her she’s anything but in control. Because if I know anything about women, it’s that they hate other women … and I’m about to weaponize that very fact against her.

“You can get me off.”

She smiles like it’s her job. Because it is. “Follow me.”

I stop her with a hand on her arm. “Not here.” I tilt my chin toward Raine. “Back there. I want you to suck my dick in front of her.”

Her eyes flicker with surprise, maybe a little fear, but she obeys.

When I sink back into my seat, Raine looks over just as Nadine—at least, that’s what her nametag says—slides to her knees, lips parting, before unzipping my jeans and taking me into her mouth. I watch as Raine white-knuckles the armrest. A beautiful first sign of discomfort.

Raine’s eyes burn into me, searing and unblinking, in a state of what I’m guessing is disbelief. We stare at each other as Nadine’s head bobs up and down, between my legs. But it’s not Nadine I’m interested in watching. It’s the green-eyed temptress across from me.

It’s about time Raine understands who she’s fucking with. I’m a piece of shit, always have been. I’m an A-grade asshole with nothing to lose, and it’s time I showed it.

Leaning back, fingers laced behind my head, I wait for Raine to lose her precious cool. Any minute now she’ll burn through whatever last thread she’s anchored to.

Finally, Raine slides her headphones off and stands.

But instead of storming to the back of the jet, she pads forward, stopping right behind Nadine who continues to ram my cock down the back of her throat. Raine leans down, her impressive cleavage right in my line of sight. Her fingers slide into Nadine’s wavy shoulder-length hair, and I wait for the inevitable yank, but instead of Raine tearing Nadine off me, she begins to stroke her hair?

What the fuck?

“Deeper,” Raine murmurs. “Like this.” She peels Nadine’s hair behind her ear and pushes her mouth down further onto my cock. The expression on Raine’s face, all sweet and wicked, tells me she isn’t bothered.

Not one fucking bit.

I have no goddamn idea what’s happening. It’s like Raine’s shifted into another person. Where’s the hateful, control freak? The rage-filled bitch with a bone to pick?

Heat licks my spine. This is erotic as hell, but this isn’t what I planned.

“Breathe through your nose,” Raine instructs softly, as if she’s teaching a goddamn cocksucking masterclass.

My gut drops to my ass when I realize what’s happening.

I’m playing a game of chess with a fucking grand master.