Pulling His Trigger (Ghost Riders MC #4)(7)

“Mmm. Good morning,” Mac mumbles and opens her legs wider for me.

I roll us over and pin her on her back, thrusting hard this time. I want all of my dick wet, and I go in deep so that she takes every thick inch.

“It’s good now.” I bury my face between her big tits and suck on her nipples. She arches her back and lets out a moan because they’re so much more sensitive. “Just wait until they’re full of milk. I’ll wake you up every morning with my mouth on them.”

Her * clenches around me, and her fingers grip my hair.

“Fuck, why is that so hot?” she asks, breathy and wanton.

I pop a nipple out of my mouth and move to the other one. “Because it’s primal and raw. Knowing I’ve bred you, it’s f*cking hot, Mac. Thinking about you getting horny and leaking milk. It’s dirty as shit, but it turns me on. Everything about your body makes me rock hard. This will just be something new to get hard about.”

She grips the headboard as I pound into her, our gentle morning sex turning into something animal and dirty. I flip her over, pulling her ass up in the air and giving it a few smacks before thrusting back inside her *.

“Fuck. I won’t last,” I say through gritted teeth.

“You damn well better. I’m almost there.”

Mac pushes towards me, f*cking my cock. Her cunt leaves a trail of juice on me as she thrusts back and forth, and it drives me wild.

“Mac,” I beg, and then I feel her pulse.

Her orgasm takes her over the edge, and her face hits the pillow while she cries out in pleasure. I’ve still got her hips in my hands, and her ass is up off the bed. I thrust hard one last time, emptying myself into her.

When I’m spent, I lie down on top of her, pinning her to the bed, careful not to give her all of my weight. She’s still early in her pregnancy and her belly isn’t getting in the way, but I don’t want to put any extra weight on her.

I kiss her neck, then move my lips to her ear. “I’ve got something to show you today.”

“Hmmm?”

She’s nearly fallen back asleep, so I bite her shoulder, trying to wake her back up.

“Shield, you can’t just f*ck me like that and expect me to be able to function.”

I laugh and lick the spot I bit. “Wake up, Mac. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Is it more baby shit?”

I laugh at her words and bite her again. This time she tries to elbow me, but I catch her arm.

“Yes, it’s more baby shit. But I think you’ll like it.”

“You better feed me first.”

Pulling out, I pick her up and carry her to the shower. Mac snuggles against me as I walk us into the bathroom and turn on the water.

“I love how cuddly you are in the mornings,” I say, tilting her head back and washing her hair.

“I love how you make me breakfast in the morning.”

“Ha ha. I’ll take you for breakfast, then the surprise.”

“Fine. But it better be good. This baby is starving.” She rubs her nonexistent baby bump, and I kneel in front of her and kiss her belly.

“I think Mommy is trying to fool Daddy. She’s always hungry,” I say and nuzzle her.

“True. But now I’m extra hungry.”

I laugh and finish cleaning her up so I can get my little mama fed.



“Where are we?” Mac asks as we pull up to the new house.

I don’t answer her. Instead I go around to her side of the car and open the door. The final deliveries were made yesterday, and with the help of my sisters, the house is perfect.

Opening Mac’s door, I help her out and walk to the front of the house. I reach into my pocket and pull out a key tied with a yellow ribbon and hand it to her.

“I bought you a present. Well, it’s for all of us, but mostly for you and the baby.”

She looks down at the key and then looks back at me.

“Is the present inside the house?” She raises an eyebrow, and I smile at her.

“Go inside.”

Reluctantly she puts the key in the door and unlocks it. Through the entryway is a large room, and in there is a big wall that I had put in just for Mac.

“Vincent. What did you do?” She sees the wall directly in front of us and takes a step towards it. Both of her hands go to her mouth when she realizes what it is.

There’s a large compass painted on the wall, and all the way around it are pictures of her and her brothers. Some pictures from when they served together and some pictures from the club. All around the compass, her club and her family are represented. In the middle, there’s a black and white picture of her and me sitting on her motorcycle. She’s driving, and I’m on the back with my arms around her waist and my face buried in her hair. She got her cut on and is wearing dark shades, and she looks like a f*cking badass. But if you look close enough, you can see she’s leaning back against me and her hand is on top of mine. She’s showing strength and dominance, but also she’s relying on me. It’s my favorite picture of us, and it’s right in the middle.

Going up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her back to my front.

“Welcome home, baby.”

She turns in my arms, and I see the tears in her eyes. Suddenly she jumps up and I catch her. She squeezes my neck tightly.