Pulling Her Trigger (Ghost Riders MC #1)(4)

Most people would say I was crazy. Lucky for me, I don’t give a f*ck what most people think. I come from a big Italian family where everybody has an opinion on how you should live your life, but my pop is the one I respect the most. The day I saw her picture, those glacier eyes of hers looked back at me and I was done. I got up from my desk and went to see my pop. My father understands. He saw my mother for the first time when he was ten years old, and he knew he’d spend the rest of his life with her. I never thought lightning would strike twice in our family, but that day, I was done. She is mine, she just doesn’t know it yet.

Once my pop hugged me and told me everything would be all right, I got to work on finding out why this little sharp shooter was involved in stolen guns.

I’d wanted to be a cop since I was a kid, so going into the FBI was a dream come true. I’ve put in over ten years of service and worked my ass off to get to where I am today. This road isn’t easy, but it’s the one I want. So finding out my girl was mixed up in stolen guns was a kick to the nuts.

I got involved in this case because I work in the Violent Crime and Major Thefts division at the FBI in Kansas City. The Feds love anything to do with stolen guns, and I’m head of the department. Anything this size goes through me, and after seeing her picture, I knew this was a case I would handle personally.

One of the stolen guns was found at the scene of a double murder, and from what our research uncovered, it once belonged to a Mackenzie Straight. Her file is long, listing all her personal achievements with the Air Force and subsequently her sniper skills in other branches of the military. It boasts pages of her service to her country, so I was baffled as to how she was caught up in all this. At first it seemed like a mistake, but the more I dug, the more I found. It turned out Mackenzie is wanted for questioning in Texas for a homicide case, so not only is she caught up in stolen guns, she may be involved in a murder.

The day I got her file and went to see my pop, I left his place and did a drive-by outside her house. Well, I meant to only drive by, but once I got there I decided to park for a bit. I wanted to see if I could catch a glimpse of her, and then I would leave. At least that’s what I told myself.

The sun was just setting as I pulled into an empty spot among some trees across from her place. Luckily I only had to wait about five hours before she pulled up, so by the time she got home, it was completely dark.

I heard her before I saw her, the rumble of her motorcycle making her arrival known. As I watched her pull into the driveway, I hunched down in my seat, so she wouldn’t see me. When I heard the bike cut off I rose a little and watched her climb off. I watched her as she stood there and shook her hair out. I was hard instantly just being this close to her, and I started to rub my hand across the front of my slacks. I never bothered to change when I left work, so I was still in my standard work suit. I reached up and pulled at my tie to try to get more oxygen into my body. Suddenly I felt as if I was suffocating.

I watched her turn around and look in my direction, as if she felt me there, but I knew I was completely concealed. After a moment of hesitation, she turned back around and went into her house. I was too hard and too worked up. I had to do something about it. I kept rubbing the front of my pants, but I knew I needed more to get any kind of relief.

I had to see her just one more time, just for a second, and then I could go. I checked around my car, making sure no one was around, and silently got out, making my way to the side of her house. I saw a light flip on just as I made it around, and I ducked down below the window sill. I tried to control my breathing, but my heart was beating out of my chest. I had no idea what I was doing there; I just knew I had to do it. Leaning up a little, I peeked inside the window. My breathing stopped completely when I realized it was her bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, unlacing her black combat boots, and when I pulled my cock out I didn’t stop to think about what I was doing. All of a sudden I had my dick in my hand.

When she stood up, I had a moment of panic, but then any concerns I had left my head as she unbuttoned her tight jeans and started to peel them down her legs. They were like a second skin on her so she had to wiggle to get them down her thighs. I was jerking my cock and panting so hard, I was fogging up the glass. I pulled my hand away and spat on it to get a better glide, and when I looked back up she was bent completely over, trying to get the jeans off her feet. Her boy-short underwear showed off her lush ass and gave me a tantalizing glimpse of her *. Once I put my slick hand back on my cock, it didn’t take three more pumps before I was cumming on the side of her house.

I looked down to see the mess I made, and then suddenly her bedroom light flipped off. I panicked and stuffed my still-swollen cock back in my slacks and zipped up. After a second I heard the television, so I guess she must have gone to her living room to relax before bed. I looked down at the side of her house again, and saw where my cum landed. I smiled a little, thinking I had marked my territory and left it there. “Good night, Mackenzie,” I whispered, and made my way back to my car.

I’ve done that every night for the past week, until tonight when I was finally able to make my move. I’ve been tailing her off and on for seven f*cking days, and this is the first time she’s gone somewhere I can approach her. She’s constantly with someone from the Ghost Riders MC, and I need her alone for what I have planned.

Looking down at her now, I know what I need to do in order to keep her. She just needs to catch up to where I’m already at.