Pulling Her Trigger (Ghost Riders MC #1)(7)
His mouth twists into a half smile showing off his perfect white teeth. “Am I scaring you?”
“A little,” I whisper, letting the words fall out of my mouth before I can grab them back. That seems to keep happening with him, and it’s another reason I need to get away from him.
“That’s too bad, Mackenzie, because I’m not backing off you now. I said I would own you if I made you cum, and I did. Multiple times in fact.”
His eyes narrow on me, making it hard to breathe. Never in my life have I reacted to a man this way. A muscle jumps in his jaw, and I notice for the first time the stubble that peppers it. I may not have noticed it, but the slight burn on the inside of my thighs lets me know it had been there the whole time. I bet he’s one of those men who has to shave twice before lunchtime.
“I was faking it, but if you want to hold me down and try again, I'm game,” I counter, trying to break some of the tension in the room. His piercing gray eyes are starting to make me think he can see through me.
“I’d be more than happy to do it again…all night if you’ll let me.” Leaning in, he licks the seam of my lips, giving me a taste of myself. “But this time I want your back on my bed. That was the deal.”
You can do this, Mac. You always stay calm and two steps ahead of yourself. Follow him home, let him f*ck the shit out of you, then sneak from his bed before morning. If he can f*ck half as good as he can eat *, then losing the ability to come back to this bar will be worth it. I’ll never have to see him after tonight. No way could he find me on first name alone. I don’t have my cut on. I never do when I come here. Men seem to be intimidated by it, and no one wants to f*ck a chick they’re half scared of.
Licking my lips so my tongue grazes his, I hear his quick inhalation of breath, and feel his cock jerk against me. My * dampens even more at his response to me. To know that I get him this worked up, that he’s so into the idea of taking me home and eating my * all night, I’d have to be f*cking crazy to turn that down.
“You’re on. How about I clear out my tab while you clean up your mess?” I say while pushing on his chest. He doesn’t move for a few beats, just studies me. He seems to be better at reading people than I am. His eyes are calculating, and I know he’s thinking I might bolt. He’s right to wonder, because the idea is still sitting in the back of my head.
“Trust me, I’ll be waiting for you. You said you were going to eat my * all night.” His phone rings, but he still doesn’t move. He really doesn’t want me to get away. Leaning in, I place a quick kiss on his lips to show him I’m serious.
“Get your phone and meet me out front.”
“Don’t make me chase you.”
“Trust me, if I wanted to get away, there’d be no chase. I’d just be gone. But like I said, I want what you offered.”
Pulling his phone from his pocket, he glances down at the screen.
“I’ll be out in a minute.”
Before I can respond, the phone is at his ear, a female voice bursting through the line.
Not liking the jealously that shoots through my body, I quickly retreat out the door, making my way to the bar. I clear out my tab and head to the front of the bar, but before I reach the door two men walk in. My stomach drops at the patches decorating their leathers. Five Aces. I don’t recognize either of them from the meet earlier today. What f*cking luck. Of all the goddamn bars in this town, they had to come to mine, or maybe that’s why they’re here. But the problem is I don’t have a gun, and they’re mere feet from me.
They only time I ever hate being a woman is when it comes to physical confrontation. One good blow and I’m done for. That’s why you never let anyone get too close. Just as quickly as my fear rises, it’s replaced with anger. I have no reason to fear these f*ckwads. I’m in a public place, and even the Five Aces aren’t that stupid.
Locking my gaze on them, they both suddenly go still, letting me know they know who I am. Odds are they came looking for me. Word must have spread fast that their VP took a bullet to the shoulder, and it probably didn’t take long for them to guess who put it there.
“I think it says a lot when they won’t let the one bitch they have in their crew party with them. She has to find some rundown place to hang out all alone,” the one with blonde hair drawls, taking a step closer to me. He’s within touching distance, and being this close to one of them puts me on edge.
“Get out of my space, you piece of shit.”
His mouth lifts in a smirk, making my blood boil. These f*ckers broke into my range, stole my guns, then have the nerve to come to my bar and talk shit. Fuck it, breaking his pretty-boy face might be worth taking a few hits myself. He’s a little too pretty for his own good anyway.
Pulling back my hand, I slug him right in the nose. His head flies back, making him stagger a few steps.
“Told you to get out of my space,” I say calmly, testing my fingers to make sure I didn’t do any damage. That’s all I need, a f*cked-up trigger finger.
“You little cunt,” he snarls, curling his lips at me. Blood is coming out of his nose, and his whole face is flushed red—he’s probably embarrassment that same “cunt” just broke his nose. He starts to come back towards me but his sidekick grabs him by the arm, halting his movements.