Chapter Two
Trigger
I woke to find a female hand rubbing my chest. I groaned when I felt the pounding against my skull. Tossing her hand aside, I headed to the shower while she cursed at me and tugged her pants on.
Women were a dime a dozen around here. I didn’t sleep with Peggy. She had been trying to get in my bed for the past three years. She was lonely and desperate, and that was a f*****g turn off. Not to mention she had slept with almost the entire club.
Don’t need nothing growin’ down there. However, she did have a pair of lips that were stronger than a Hoover, so I’d allow her to do that. Touching, however, was off limits, and she bloody well knew that.
“No.” I pointed to my t-shirt she was about to pull on.
“Trigger, I don’t have a top.”
I opened my bedroom door. “Not my pr
