Page 39 of Cross Point

Without waiting for them, she dove into the water and quickly made her way back to the boat. The men caught up to her as she pulled herself onboard. Not caring she was still wet, she put her clothes back on, glancing over to see that Jackson and Maxwell were doing the same.

On her swim back to the boat, Trinity’s anger had returned. She got up and moved to take the driver’s seat, but Jackson stopped her with a hand on her arm.

“What the hell was that back at the beach, Katrina?”

Her eyes narrowed on him as she jerked her arm away. “Seriously? You really don’t know why I’m pissed? Then I suggest you think really hard. You, too,” she added as she shot a glare at Maxwell as he sat down in the driver’s seat.

She muttered to herself as she sat down, ignoring them. As soon as Jackson pulled up the anchor, Maxwell put the boat in motion, speeding back toward the marina. By the time they made the turn back into the Blue Horizon Marina, part of her fury had faded. She was still angry but realized that she wasn’t helping the situation by not telling them why she was so pissed.

Before they got back to the dock, Trinity turned her head to glare at the two men. She saw Maxwell shooting her irritated glances every few seconds and could see the anger plain on Jackson’s face.

Good. They were pissed now, too.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

She sighed. “You might think I’m being a bitch, and yeah, maybe I am, but the two of you really did piss me off.”

“Why?” The question burst out of Jackson like an accusation. “What the hell did we do?”

Could they really be that clueless?

“I usually find dirty talk pretty fucking hot, but not the way you were doing it. Do you know how shitty you made me feel back there?” She turned bitter eyes toward Maxwell. “And I fucking warned you about my triggers.”

“I know you did, Trinity. But I have no bloody idea what I did that pissed you off!”

She sighed again. Maybe this was just her being too sensitive, but damn it, she couldn’t help the way she felt.

“I know about your pampered little playthings you usually bring to the island, Max. So, you better think twice before you ever call me your fucking pet again.”

He cursed. “I didn’t realize—”

“Yeah, well, it’s a deal breaker for me. Calling me your fucking pet and ordering me to drink your cum is not the way to get me to blow you again. Ever. It might work for some people, but I am not one of them. And you—” She rounded on Jackson. “—don’t you even think about coming anywhere near my ass with some toy you’ve used on your countless other hookups. If you do, you may find it shoved up your own ass.”

Jackson cursed viciously as the boat drifted back into the spot where it had originally been parked. She got up from her seat and grabbed her black case before it came to a complete stop.

Slipping her sunglasses back on, she said, “Look. I know this is new to all of us. I get that. But this isn’t easy for me either. Now, I need some time to think all of this over. I’ll see you later.”

She hopped the short distance onto the dock, leaving the men to finish tying the boat back up.

Maxwell cursed as he turned off the boat. “Trinity? Where are you going?”

“I said I need time to think,” she called back to him.

Striding quickly along the dock, her scowl turned into a grin when she caught sight of a familiar figure leaning against the side of a sleek little red Porsche. Nikita Nuria was dressed in a pair of black cargo pants with a plain white tank, leaving her tattooed arms on full display. Her glossy black hair was pulled up in a messy bun on the top of her head, and her unusual violet eyes looked darker than normal behind a pair of amber sunglasses.

Even with part of her face covered, it was easy to see that she was gorgeous. The creepy manager who had checked them in earlier was obviously trying to hit on her, but Nikita was blatantly ignoring his attempts. When Simon leaned in closer, whatever she said made him stumble back in fear.

“We’re done with the boat for the day,” Trinity said to him, taking pity on the poor soul. “Why don’t you go grab the keys from the guys?”

Simon was smart enough to listen to her and quickly trotted away.

“What did you say to him?” Trinity asked.

“Just warned him what would happen if he kept bothering me.” Nikita nodded toward the case Trinity was carrying. “You shoot anyone with that thing?”

“Not today.” Setting down her case, she rushed forward and wrapped her arms around her reluctant friend. “Nikita! I’m so happy to see you!”

“Fine. Good. Whatever. Can you stop hugging me now?”