Chapter 2

Sadie – Age 23

Five years I’ve been in Cumming and the only person I’ve been able to wrap around my finger is the same love struck boy who followed me around. He’s grown into a handsome young man. He’s well over six feet and the years of weightlifting from playing football in high school have paid off. He turned eighteen a couple of months ago. If eighteen year old Trigger had been chasing me five years ago, I’d have allowed him to be my shadow.

Tomorrow, he leaves for boot camp. To say I’m happy he’ll be gone is an understatement. Only having to deal with Trigger when he comes home on leave will be a dream come true. With him gone, I’ll be able to focus on my endgame. Finding a sugar daddy so far has been a joke. Every time I get close to someone something humiliating happens. All because of that little bitch Razz.

I’ve made it so that Trigger thinks that in order to be with me he has to cut her loose. It didn’t take much. After she was banned from the Clubhouse, I told him it was either her or me. He, of course, chose me because I’ve made him want to be my world with little touches here and future references of our life together there. He fell hook-line-and-sinker. Gullible doesn’t even break the mold when it comes to Trigger.

Here we are at his going away celebration at the Clubhouse with his arm slung over my shoulder talking to his brothers while little miss Razz is off in the corner about to cry. She’s just as naïve as Trigger.

Do I feel bad for busting up a friendship? Nope. Do I feel any regret in playing Trigger? Nope. Do I plan to use his love for me to get each and every thing I want? Hell yes and nobody is going to stop me.

Trigger goes quiet and I look up at him. He’s staring off in the distance and when I turn my head to see who he’s watching, it’s Razz walking towards the parking lot. He doesn’t take his eyes off of her, so I begin to rub my hand up and down his chest. When that doesn’t work, I decide I best give the horny eighteen year old something he thinks he deserves.

“Trigger.” I whisper in his ear making sure my nose grazes the outer shell of his ear. “Tonight is going to be a night you won’t ever forget. Meet me in your room in fifteen minutes.” He swallows harshly and nods his head. I can feel him watching me walk away and into the Clubhouse.

It’s his first time, so I know I won’t have to fake it long.

***

Trigger promptly arrives fifteen minutes later. He takes me in from head to toe. When his eyes connect with mine, his are glazed over and hooded. I curl my index finger and motion him towards the bed where I’m spread out only in my bra and panties. He slowly treads to the edge of the bed.

I sit up and scoot closer to him making sure to move as much as possible to keep his focus on my tits bouncing and praying the disgust I’m feeling isn’t plastered over my face. He stands like a statue as I unbutton and unzip his jeans. I tug them down to his thighs and grip the elastic of his boxer briefs slowly gliding them over his erection. I grip his impressive shaft in my hand and squeeze. He groans loudly, but doesn’t make a move to touch me. I lean forward and swirl my tongue around the tip sucking his cock fully into my warm mouth. When the head touches the back of my throat I swallow causing Trigger to fist the back of my head roughly. A few more jerks and swallows and Trigger explodes into the back of my throat.

I make a show of licking his cock clean as well as smiling mischievously as I lick my lips. He slumps on the bed beside me with his jeans around his ankles breathing heavily. I push off the bed and put my clothes back on. When I’m ready to leave the room, I glance at him as he looks at me confused. I go to him and place both of my hands on his cheeks. Bending forward and taking his lips with mine, I kiss him slowly not deepening the kiss, but giving him enough to remember.

Pulling back, I look into his eyes. “I’ve got to go home. Lyla has school in the morning and I hope to be at the bus stop to see you go. If I don’t, be safe and come back to me.”

“Sadie, I can come home with you and help with Lyla. We can drop her off at school and then we can go to breakfast before I have to leave.”

I shake my head no. “You stay and spend time with your family. I’m sure I’ll see you tomorrow.” I whisper praying I can find an excuse that is suitable to get out of having to see him tomorrow. Not because I’m going to be heartbroken to see him leave for boot camp, but because I don’t want to do it. I don’t enjoy doing anything if it isn’t benefiting me.

He concedes and grabs my hands squeezing. “Okay.” He pecks my lips. “I love you, Sadie.”

Since I don’t know how to love anyone other than myself, I just nod, smile and leave.

What I didn’t expect was just by giving him a little here and there would keep Trigger latched on for another four years.