Page 1 of Property Of Nicky

CHAPTER 1

Trigger

Imust be getting old. Either that or my dick is just getting pickier these days. Because the girl who’s grinding all over me right now with a sweet little set of tits, a good body, and eager hands, which are trying to find their way to my cock, is doing nothing for me. Maybe it’s because she’s too eager to suck me off when I just met the girl five minutes ago. Maybe it’s because there’s no chase or challenge in getting into her pants. Or maybe it’s because she just doesn’t do it for me.

Or maybe…it’s all of the fucking above.

Honestly, the last sweetbutt to really get me riled up was JoeJoe. She’s the only girl who made my dick stir, and that’s because she’s not only a knockout but she’s cool as shit. But the rest of the sweetbutts who’ve been hanging around lately hold no appeal. Their personalities are about as interesting as watching paint dry. Sure, I’ll give in and get off every once in a while, because, hell, I’m a man, and if they want to suck my cock, who am I to deny them the pleasure. But they just don’t get me going. And since JoeJoe is about to get married in two days, I can’t turnto her anymore. Not that I’d want to. That girl is crazy in love with one of my closest brothers and both of them are so fucking happy it makes me thank the heavens they found each other.

The sound of my zipper going down pulls me from my thoughts. See—six fucking minutes into meeting the girl and she’s already trying to get at my dick. Do girls really think us guys want our meat in the mouth of a stranger? Yeah, maybe some fucking do. And that’s the problem. Me, I want to at least know where the girl has been first before I let her anywhere near my junk. I may like getting off, but I’m not interested at the stake of being contaminated. If you catch my drift.

I grip her head and gently pull her back up off the floor. When her eyes find mine, she looks totally confused. Really, is it that confusing that I don’t want her lips on me right now? That maybe I’d like to know more than her name and who she came here with tonight before she gets me off.

“Babe, why don’t you tell me about yourself?”

Once again, she looks at me like I’m an alien or a freak or some shit. I think she’s realizing she chose the wrong brother if all she wants is a quick fuck. She should have chosen one of the prospects. Those guys are practically straight out of puberty and are still driven by their fucking hormones. They don’t really give a shit who’s attached to the other end of the pussy. They just want to get their dicks wet. And this is why I think I may be gettin’ old.

“Oh, um…well,” she starts talking and now I’m wishing I hadn’t asked the question. Her voice is high pitched and grating. And the words coming out of her mouth aren’t doing much for me either. “I’m twenty-three. I’m not working right now because I have no interest in being bored out of my freaking mind so I have plenty of time to hang out and have fun if you want. I love playing video games and shopping, by the way, if you’re everinterested. Oh, and going dancing at the clubs. Do you like to dance?”

Seriously, I don’t think I’m just a picky bastard; is this shit really sexy? Girl has no drive or aspirations. And how does she even pay for things like clothes, shelter, food? My guess is Daddy’s credit card. I’m not even going to bother asking, though I’d love to know who’s enabling this lazy mentality because it’s starting to run rampant. People not wanting to put in hard work, not taking pride in accomplishing something, and then expecting everything in return. Damn, I get twitchy just thinking about it.

At least the sweetbutts we let in have jobs and goals and fucking dreams. Sure, many of them also dream of snagging one of us men and tying us down, but then, most girls do. They come out of the womb wanting to get married and have babies, so there’s no harm in wanting that. But this girl… Yeah, I’m going to say that this girl won’t be coming back after tonight. Her only dream is to fuck around in every sense of the word. And that shit ain’t the Savage Knights, and definitely not who we want representing us either.

“Look, you’re a sweet girl, but I don’t think you belong here. You should probably take off.”

Now, she’s looking at me like I’m the biggest asshole on the planet. First, I didn’t let her suck me—a complete stranger—off, and then I nicely tell her to leave and suddenly I’m a douchebag. Yeah, what the fuck ever. I’m not real bothered by what she thinks. All I really care about is getting her out of my sight. She huffs and stomps her feet, and is out the door like a toddler who just heard the wordnofor the first time. Yeah, I’m fucking too old for this shit.

I’m staring at the closed door, thankful at least that she didn’t put up a fight because I really didn’t want to have to tell her what exactly was going through my mind, but when the doorimmediately opens again, I think I spoke too soon. But instead of the entitled little brat, in walks a familiar raven-haired beauty, and a smile splits my face. JoeJoe is back, looking even more radiant than when she left, and I know it has everything to do with her upcoming wedding day. I start to walk toward her to finally congratulate my friend in person when I’m stopped in my tracks.

Following right behind her is another one of her, only this version of Joe is even hotter, which I didn’t know could even be possible. I knew Joe had a sister, but I had no idea she had a twin. Damn. They aren’t quite identical but pretty damn close. You can definitely tell a difference between the two though, and those differences that are in the second version of the sexy knockout have my dick straining at the jagged metal zipper of my pants. Hot damn.

I’m so taken by the raven goddess with the purple streaks running through her hair and the curves girls kill for that I don’t realize Joe’s standing before me until she wraps her arms around my waist.

“You didn’t know I had a twin, did you?”

I shake my head. “Sure as shit didn’t.” My voice sounds just as awestruck as the rest of me.

She giggles and I look down at the girl who I consider a good friend, and then right back up at the spicier version of her. Everything about her twin is edgier. Not just the girl’s colored hair, but the fact that she has a full sleeve of ink on her arm that I’m dying to run not only my eyes over every detail, but also my tongue. And where Joe likes to wear cute little skirts and cowgirl boots all the time, her sister is in black leather pants, a rocker tank top, and fuck-me red heels. I’m picturing her naked in those things right now, and holy shit is that image going to be burned in my mind.

“Hey, Nick!” Joe turns toward her sister and gestures her over. “I want you to meet one of my good friends.”

Nick looks over in our direction and I swear the wind gets knocked out of me as our eyes lock together for the first time. It’s as if time has just stood still and the entire room has faded away. Damn. I’ve never had this kind of reaction to a girl before, and I hate to admit it, but I’ve been around enough of them to know what I’m experiencing right now is a fucking anomaly. And judging by the way her stunning eyes are taking me in, the way her cheeks have just turned pink, the way her tongue is licking across her pouty lower lip, and the way her breathing seems to have shallowed, I don’t think I’m the only one feeling the kilowatt current charging the air and running through the invisible cord linked directly between us.

Damn.

The sexy vixen seems to get herself together faster than me and I watch as she tries to hide her reaction. Her shoulders stiffen, her back straightens, and that little mouth of hers snaps into a firm line as she makes her way over to us. I, on the other hand, still feel like my tongue is hanging from my mouth, and drool may or may not be running down my chin.

“Nick, this is Trigger. Trigger, this is my sister, Nick.”

I pull out of Joe’s arms so I can pull her sister in for a hug, because that’s how we greet family around here, and maybe more so because I’m dying for a touch, but the girl sticks out her hand for me to shake instead.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you…um…Trigger?” She turns and gives her sister a look, like my name is ridiculous and she can’t believe she has to call a grown man Trigger. Then she turns her incredible green eyes back on me, and my heart gives me a good thump.

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Nick.” My brow goes up in the same gesture. Like her nickname is much better. Although, I think it’s sexy as fuck.

Her eyes roll, and I have to bite back my grin. “It’s Nichole Lauren Price. People call me Nicky for short. Or, Nick, if you’re too lazy to pronounce the extra syllable like this one is.” She turns and nudges her sister in the side, and Joe giggles at the teasing gesture. I can definitely tell that although they’re the same age—twenty-five—Nicky is the older one in spirit. Older and sexier as all get out. Damn, I’m still struck by the girl before me.

“Well, Nicky, welcome to the family.” I take her hand finally and try to pull her in for a hug and cut the formalities, but the girl stays rooted to her spot. She gives me a quick shake and pulls away fast, leaving me frustrated by her cold reaction. But then I see it: her throat swallows hard and a shiver runs down her spine as a mask gets set into place on her face. Oh, she’s definitely affected, and the attraction is mutual, but she’s fighting it with everything she’s got. And now, I’m so fucking intrigued and turned on, I’m thinking it’s not my age that’s been the problem lately, it was just that my dick decided he was done playing the field cause right now he has his eyes set on one stubborn, sexy female who has no idea how ready I am for the challenge.

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