Pulling Her Trigger (Ghost Riders MC #1)(19)

“I told you, you can cook. Best f*cking breakfast I’ve ever had. I plan to eat here every morning,” he says as he starts to rub the head of his cock against my clit, back and forth. “Although that does mean I should probably move in here. That way I can get room-service * in bed. I can just wake up with you sitting on my face every morning.”

My body jerks in response. I’m not sure if it’s because of what his words imply, or that my clit is still sensitive from my last orgasm, but I know he’s going to make me respond. This is how he gets what he wants from me. I’m not sure why it matters, he’s here every night without invite. He even stole a key. The man sleeps on top of me at night, like I’m going to sneak out on him or something.

I always give him shit about it, but the truth is I love it. How could I not love this beautiful man acting like I’m his every breath?

“What if I want breakfast in bed?” I retort.

“Then I’ll eat your * until you pass out, then when you come to, it will be ready. Sounds pretty damn perfect to me,” he says smugly, like that’s all solved, and I’m sure he believes it is. I bet by the end of the day, half his shit will be here. I’ll bitch about it taking up my space, then he’ll probably f*ck me on it to show me how functional it is.

I smile, looking forward to the fight. Leaning down over me, he kisses the smile from my face until I’m rubbing my * against his cock. His body moves in closer until we’re chest to chest. His hand shifts between us making me gasp as his finger explores my sex.

His face drops into the nook of my neck, where he licks under my ear, until the lick turns into an open-mouthed kiss. Part of me wants him to leave a mark there, but the other part of me doesn’t want to hear shit from the guys about it. It reminds me how different we are. Just last week he begged me to leave little marks all over him, and I did without question.

His fingers rub the wetness into my clit, drawing little circles.

“Fuck, you smell so good. I just ate your * but I want it again. I want your smell imprinted on me. ”

He replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, rubbing back and forth, making me moan. There’s no stopping the sounds pouring from me.

He doesn’t enter me, just rubs the head of his cock back and forth, making me cream with need.

“Come for me, Mackenzie.”

My hips bunch and I do as he commands, crying out softly. My orgasm hits hard and fast as the pleasure of it tears through me.

His body goes solid on top of mine and warm wetness spreads across my *. He groans into my ear as he continues to splash me, hitting not just my * but my thighs too.

Standing up he runs his fingers through the cum he’s left on me.

“This is how I mark you,” he says as he rubs his cum all over my * lips, down to my ass. Moving my panties back into place, he adds, “You’ll get little smells of me all day now. Remember that you’re mine.”

Pulling his boxers back over his half-hard cock, he tugs me to a sitting position on the island with him still between my legs.

“Maybe you’ll mark me back some day,” he says, grabbing me by the chain of my dog tags and pulling me in for a kiss. I know he isn’t talking about another hickey, or the scratches I leave on him. He’s talking about my tags.

He asked me about the club one day and I told him only members or old ladies are allowed in. No sweet butt, or in his case, sweet cock. He wasn’t too happy when he realized he was classed as a sweet cock and would remain that way until I give him my tags. Now he is always eying them.

I’d love nothing more than to give them to him, but I don’t know how much longer I’ll be around. My brothers were reluctant at first when they realized that this isn’t all some game anymore, or me just trying to find out what the fed knows. Pres seems to like the idea of having him close, but I think that’s for his own personal gain. Who wouldn't want a fed on their side? But who knows how they’ll react if they see my tags around his neck. Fucking him is one thing, but letting him into the club is another.

Things with the Five Aces have been quiet, and the guns still haven’t turned up, they could at any moment, and I could be hightailing it out of town with nothing but memories of Vincent to hang on to, and I want all of them I can get. The thought makes me deepen the kiss.

I love the way he kisses. He always possesses and dominates my mouth. His tongue moves alongside mine the same way he moves when he’s buried deep inside me.

The beeping of my phone pulls me from my haze.

“Don’t,” he says against my mouth, not wanting me to pull away. Then his goes off too.

“Fuck,” he grunts, pulling back from me. Moments later he’s handing me my phone and answering his.

“Cassano,” he says as I watch his face turn serous. He turns and leaves the room.

Sliding my finger across mine I unlock it, see the text, and I feel the bottom of my world drop out.

Pres: FUBAR

Now I know why he took the call out of the room, it is about the guns. Pres doesn’t send a FUBAR alert if it isn’t bad…Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition. It’s the end of the line. It looks like all the moments I was trying to store up have reached their limit.

It’s funny how my father is taking another person from me that I love, even from the grave. And that’s when it hits me. I am madly, totally, completely in love with Vincent. It occurs to me that my first thought isn’t having to leave the club, it is having to leave him.