Pulling Her Trigger (Ghost Riders MC #1)(15)

Wrapping my legs around him, I shift my hips so I’m on top of him. I run my eyes over his body. He’s like a feast laid out for me. He wouldn’t make a bad last meal if a girl had to pick one.

His gaze stills on my breasts, my military dog tags hanging between them. I feel a rush of warmth flood my * as his gaze deepens.

As if I weigh nothing more than a doll, he lifts me by my hips making my legs fall open farther, shifting me until I am straddling right over his erection. I wiggle, lining my clit up to slide over his cock. It would only take a small shift and the lips of my sex would open further, inviting him deep inside me.

His hands span my waist, causing me to lean forward and brace my hands on his chest. His black chest hair covers his pecs and stomach, and I want to rub my nipples across it. I want his powerful chest against my tits. I want to rub against him, arch against him.

He lifts his hips and moves back and forth, stroking my clit against his cock. I can feel every thick inch of him. All the ridges and veins of his cock excite and arouse me.

“More,” I moan as his hands grasp my hips tightly. He lifts me in one smooth motion, filling me totally. But I want more. I need to be closer to him. For the first time in my life the distance is killing me.

As if he can hear my silent plea, Vincent sits up. Leaning forward, I take his mouth in a kiss. It isn't until my lips hit his that I realize what I’ve done. It’s always him stealing my mouth, but this time I pulled him against my chest, brushing my breasts against him. The warm feel of his mouth, the utter closeness sets me off and I cum.

Fuck me.

A kiss and I come. Just like that.

My * grips his cock, making him jerk inside me. Tightening his arms around me, holding me closer in an unbreakable hold, I feel his cum explode inside me. His hips keep jerking, and I swear he cums again, flooding my * even more.

I cling to him like he’s a life line. I don’t realize I’m chanting his name over and over until I hear the echo of the noise in the quiet room. But he isn’t done with me, and I don’t think he ever will be.

Sliding his fingers between us, Vincent finds the wetness dripping from me. His cum and mine mixed together. Using his fingers he rubs it on my clit.

“Fuck, feeling my cum on you makes my cock so hard. I don’t think it will ever go down. The more I cum in you, the stronger the need to have you grows.”

Rubbing tight circles on my clit, he starts to thrust again. He leans back, spreading his thighs, and making me open up more for his powerful short strokes. He pumps into me fast and hard. One hand holds my hip in a grip that I’m sure will show. I lean forward, needing his mouth again.

I become lost in it all. I can feel another climax bubbling up inside me. Crying out into his mouth, my entire body contracts around him. He simply moves deeper and harder into me. A sweet balance between pleasure and pain. His fingers digging into my hips, his mouth eating at mine.

Just when I think I can’t take anymore, I feel him swell and explode inside me again, triggering my own climax, milking every bit of him into me. It feels like the whole world falls away in this moment. It’s only him and me. Nothing else matters. If only I could stay in this moment with him forever.





CHAPTER SIX


VINCENT


“You want me to ride bitch on your bike?”

“Listen, if we’re going to the club gun range I’m driving, and I’m not taking the truck.”

She gives me a wicked grin, and I know she’s testing me. It’s cute she thinks I’m bothered by it, but I’m not. I may be on the back of her bike, but at least I’m on it. She’s a f*cking gorgeous badass, so the line of guys behind me is long. Luckily for me, I’ve got her already, and I don’t ever plan on letting her go.

I climb on the back and she laughs a little in shock. I guess she didn’t think I’d do it. I pat the seat in front of me and raise an eyebrow.

“We going or not?”

She shakes her head and gets on and starts it up. I wrap my arms around her waist and lean into her.

“You gonna be able to concentrate if I hold you?”

“Just keep your hands where I can see them, and I won’t kill us,” she smirks as her bike roars to life.

I’ve never really been into motorcycles, though I know how to drive one, but being on it with Mackenzie makes me want to change that. Fuck, I’ll ride a goat if it means I get to be this close to her.

She takes the long way out of town, and we ride for a while before we hit the club. Having my hands on her and the sun on my back is the freest I’ve felt in my life. I knew the day I saw her picture I was forever changed, and being on the back of her bike just confirms this is it.

She opened up to me this morning, and told me things I know she’s never shared with anyone else, including her brothers. Her scars are mine now. I don’t want to come between what she has with them, but I want to be just as important. I want to be the other half of her if she’s going to make a place for me and the club. Today she showed me just how vulnerable she can be, and meeting her family is a huge step. This is my chance to show them what Mackenzie means to me, and what I want my position in her life to be. I know this is a big step for her, so I wrap my arms a little tighter as we pull in the gates.

The club isn’t what I expect at all. I was thinking grassless ground surrounding a warehouse. I expected a chain-link fence and death metal blaring from a busted speaker. I’d driven by a few times, but you can’t see much from the outside. They have a brick privacy fence that spans the entrance, making it look like something a mansion would have out front. Once Mackenzie pulls up, she inputs a code on a keypad and the double iron gates swing open.