Page 39 of Trig
“Hell, yeah. What’s your plan?”
23
ELLIE
Trig joinedme in the bathroom after my shower. I had a towel wrapped around me while blotting my hair with another. I looked at him through the slightly foggy mirror.
He leaned against the wall and eyed me.
“What?”
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty. And all mine, Mrs. Wilder.”
I smiled.
I was married. To Trig. If I thought about it too much, I panicked a little. But he hadn’t given me much time to think at all.
“We gotta talk, sugar.”
My smile slipped. Here it was. He changed his mind.
“You don’t want me anymore?”
His eyes widened, then he came to me, pulled me into his arms. “Where the hell did you come up with that idea?”
I shrugged, my face pressed into his bare chest.
“My parents, I guess.”
“They weren’t interested in you, that’s their loss.Iwant you so fuckin’ much. That marriage license says I’m keeping you. That cum deep in your pussy says I’mdefinitelykeeping you.”
His words soothed me so I sighed, wrapped my arms around him and held on.
“You believe me?” he prodded.
I nodded rubbing my nose against his warm skin. “Yeah.”
“Good girl.” He sighed. “Colt called. He has an idea of why Trout’s been after you.”
“Money, I know.”
I nodded. “Yeah. You’re the only Mann heir, so being married to you means he’ll get the ranch someday with only a little downpayment.”
My eyes bugged out of my head. “My–That’s ridiculous. You think my father would ever leave his ranch tome? I haven’t seen him in years.”
He shrugged. “Maybe his will says it all goes to the animal shelter. Who knows? Trout might be an asshole, but he’s a shrewd one. He wanted you for a reason.”
“Yeah, all the perverted, creepy shit he told me he was going to do to me once we were married.”
Trig looked ready to kill. With gritted teeth, he said, “He’s not touching you. Ever.”
I nodded. “I know. I feel safe with you.” And the things Trig and I did, God, they were probably illegal in some states, but I loved it all. Unlike what Trout had planned. It was a lot to process. I blinked, stared at Trig’s sturdy chest.
“You okay?” His concerned eyes roved over my face.
“I’m just… surprised. And to be honest, still a little scared of Mr. Trout.”
He cupped my cheeks. Leaned in and kissed my forehead. “You don’t have to be scared of him. Colt and I have a plan and we’re takin’ that fucker down.”
