Pulling Her Trigger (Ghost Riders MC #1)(3)
“You don’t have to get me all liquored up to get me into bed,” I say, dropping my boot from the table and using it to push out the chair next to me, an invitation for him to sit down.
“And what is it you think I’m looking for?” he asks, sitting down into the chair. His gaze lands on my chest and slowly travels to my face. He’s a cocky bastard and not trying to hide it. Hopefully, for me, he has a reason to be.
Leaning forward, I give him a better view of my cleavage. While they may be a bitch to shoot with, they also have their advantages.
“You mean to tell me you didn’t come to this hole in the wall looking for some easy *?”
“Is that why you’re here?” His voice holds an edge to it, like the idea bothers him or some shit. Aren’t we here for the same thing? Or maybe he just doesn’t like forward women. If that’s the case, he needs to get out of that chair and make room for someone else.
I grab my beer and polish it off, and start to get up. “Forget it,” I say, intending to make my way to the bar. If he’s looking for a piece of ass that will play innocent, he’s going to have to get it from somewhere else. Maybe Dean, one of the regular bartenders, will be in tonight. He’s halfway decent in bed, doesn’t ask questions, and leaves the hotel room as soon as we’re done.
New Guy grabs my wrist, halting my departure. I try to snatch my arm from his grasp, but he holds me steady. He relaxes his grip when I stop trying to pull away, his thumb rubbing circles on my wrist in slow, sensual motions. I could free my wrist now, but I know it would be useless. Strength was never my strong suit. I’m quick, quiet, and always two steps ahead of my opponent. It’s the only way to be when you don’t have brute force on your side.
“I’m not playing games with you,” I say, agitated that I like his lazy ministrations. I can imagine him doing this to my clit. He can probably feel my heartbeat speeding up as I think about it.
“No games,” he says, rising to his feet, pulling me towards the back of the bar. His strong grip leads me to the rear hallway. He checks every door handle we pass, trying to find an unlocked one. When the last door pops open, he hauls me inside. He presses my spine against the closed door, his firm, masculine body pressing into me. I start to protest, but am cut off when his mouth covers mine.
His insistent erection feels rigid against my stomach. His tongue pushes into my mouth. He grabs both of my wrists and locks them into one of his hands, pinning them above my head. He holds me against the door with his hand and his body, but I could break free if I really wanted to.
I should stop him, but his dominance is intoxicating and so very different than what I normally go for. The sudden attraction I feel for him is odd. Unwanted. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, moving his hips back and forth, rubbing his erection against me. Pulling back as if he needs oxygen, he lifts his mouth from mine. “I’ve wanted to taste you from the moment I first saw you.”
My eyes pop open at his words. His intense gaze holds me hostage.
“Looks like you didn’t have to wait too long then, did you?” I reply, but a strange look crosses his face. It’s gone so quick, I’m not sure it was there. “And FYI, I don’t kiss on the mouth. So if you want to taste me you’ll have to do it somewhere else,” I add, flashing a wicked grin. “Call it a test. You make me cum with your mouth and I’ll let you take me to the hotel next door. If you can’t make me cum, then I go back out to the bar and find someone who can.”
CHAPTER TWO
VINCENT
“A test?” I feel a cocky grin spread across my face. “How about we make this a bit more interesting then? That hotel next door is a shit hole. Let’s say if I make you cum more than once, you come home with me tonight. When I sink between your thighs, I want a bed and a locked door, where no one gets to see you spread out for me.”
She laughs in my face, but I can see she likes the challenge. “Sorry, I don’t go home with strangers. It’s the hotel next door or the cab of my truck. Take your pick.”
I don’t say anything. I just keep looking down at her. Her clear blue eyes are locked on mine. I’m dominant by nature, and control is something I need. I’m not backing down from her demands, nor do I think I would get what I want from her if I did. I can feel her emotional struggle to ‘win’ this battle, but I stay silent and let her figure out her next move. She breaks the silence.
“You’re hot, but I don’t see you getting me off. Most hot guys are lazy because they just rely on their looks. I have to do all the work to get what I want, so I’ll take that bet.”
If guys are lazy with her they’re f*cking crazy. The idea of making her cum over and over again with my fingers, mouth, and cock is the hottest thing I can imagine. It’s so hot, thinking about this strong-willed woman screaming my name because I gave her uncontrolled pleasure. I’ll eat her * until she can’t move, just so she has to stay in my bed.
I lean in to kiss her lips again, but I stop before I make contact. Despite her no-kissing-on-the-lips rule, her head tilts up in anticipation of a kiss, her body pushing against mine. No matter what her brain is telling her, her body is enjoying the show.
I look into her ice-blue eyes and think about the first time I saw her. It was a week ago when her file landed on my desk. I opened the folder and there she was. The one.