Pulling His Trigger (Ghost Riders MC #4)(3)

“Not at all,” I say, looking between them. “See you guys at the cookout later?”

I try to change the subject, none of us wanting to talk about the accidental shooting.

“Yeah, we’ll be here for it. I think Savage is bringing the kids, too. Should be a nice time to kick back. Think we could all use it.”

I nod to Lucias in agreement before waving goodbye and going into the range. I get lucky that I don’t have to wait long before Mac and Violet are coming in.

“Shield,” Mac says, walking over with a surprised look in her eyes. “I didn’t think I’d find you in here.”

“One of my most favorite places,” I mumble against her neck, thinking of the time we f*cked in here. Mac presses against me, and I know she’s thinking about it, too.

“Violet, I’ll see you later,” Mac says over her shoulder, and my sister takes the not-so-subtle hint.

Mac and I aren’t known for being discreet, but we try to keep our decorum around my sisters.

Pulling her to me, I grind my hard cock against her as her legs go around my waist.

“You didn’t give me any of that sweet * this morning. Want to explain why you slipped out of bed? And why you have my sister in here?”

“Nope,” Mac says, leaning in and biting my bottom lip





Chapter Three





Vincent




I growl at the aggressive bite, wanting her so bad that my cock is in pain, having been denied my morning fix of her. Pushing her against the low table behind us, I set her ass on the edge and look down at my beautiful woman.

I take a fistful of her thick, dark hair in my hands and hold her head back until her eyes meet mine.

“You want me to f*ck it out of you?”

A hint of something in her eyes tells me she wants to say something, but as quick as a flash it’s gone. Now she’s raising her eyebrow at me in challenge and reaching for the belt of my jeans.

“Oh, you’re going to f*ck me, all right. Hard and fast, Shield.”

I grit my teeth when her hand wraps around my cock and she starts to jack me off. When she calls me Shield, I know she’s in a playful mood, so I let her have her way and give her what she wants. Like I always do.

She’s wearing loose shorts today, so I just push them to the side, exposing her naked * to me. Thrusting two fingers in, I see that she’s drenched, and a moan escapes her full lips.

“You been thinking about this all morning, or are you just walking around wet for me, baby?” Her hands on my cock slow down, and I rub that sweet spot inside her *. “Get your hands back on my cock and tell me why you’re so horny for it, Mac.”

Her hands grip me again, and she bites her lip, looking up at me through her lashes. I pull my fingers out, licking them clean and tasting her sweet *. She knows I can’t get inside her without the taste of it on my tongue now. I have to have all of her, all the time. Cum leaks from the end of my cock, and she uses it to slick me up.

“I don’t know why. I just really need to get that big dick inside me. Now.”

She spreads her legs wider. I line my cock up with her opening and thrust inside her in one quick stroke, feeling her slick heat wrap around me.

“Fuck, MacKenzie. Always so f*cking good.”

Gripping her hips hard, I thrust in and out of her. Her pregnancy must have her hormones going wild because she’s gripping me tightly with her arms and legs, nearly climbing up my body. I give her every thick inch of me, and she doesn’t hold back when taking it. Her body is spun tight, and she’s got a need for me like I’ve never felt before. Looking down at where we’re connected, I see my cock covered in her cream. The material of her shorts is soaked, and the front of my jeans is going to have a wet spot, too.

“Goddamn, Vincent. More.”

Mac throws her head back and wraps around me tighter, coming off the table. I grip her ass and turn us, pushing her against a wall. She’s got a need only I can fill, and I’ll make sure she gets what she wants.

“Harder,” she says, and I oblige.

I’ve got her pinned to the wall with her arms and legs wrapped around me, but we’re still almost fully dressed—just the opening of my jeans slightly parted and her shorts pushed over an inch or two—and yet we’re still f*cking without a care in the world.

Someone could walk in and see us, but I don’t give a shit. I will f*ck my woman whenever and wherever she tells me to.

At first I didn’t like the idea of people seeing us, but after Mac convinced me that she wanted to mark her territory, I felt like doing the same to her. We’ve played in public before, and while it doesn’t make me any hotter for her, I like the fact that people know she’s mine. I also know she never played in front of the club until me. I am different. I make her feel safe. I get to wear her tags that mark me as her old man in the club, so I don’t mind her using my cock to mark her as mine.

I hold Mac up with one hand while bouncing her up and down on my cock. The other hand I bring to my mouth and lick my finger. She watches me with hooded eyes, and I feel her * clench.

I reach around behind her, push my hand down her shorts, and press my finger against her *. I don’t do anything, just hold it there, giving it a tiny bit of pressure as I thrust in and out of her. The added sensation is something she loves, and in seconds, she’s bearing down on me and tensing up.