Pulling His Trigger (Ghost Riders MC #4)(9)

“They did say they’d like to use you again. That they’d owe us.” Pres smiles at his own words. He loves collecting favors and having people in his back pocket.

I just shake my head.

“I figured,” he says, catching me off guard. “Scribe, pull a name for me. Violet Cassano.”

Scribe picks his laptop off the table and starts typing away.

“You know?” I ask Pres. I shouldn’t be shocked. “How?”

“The fact that Vincent can’t seem to keep his hand off your stomach gave it away about a month ago.”

I’m not sure how I didn’t catch that either. Then again, he always has his hands on me.

“Gave what away?” Savage asks, making Scribe look up from his laptop, too.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Holy shit. No f*cking way,” Scribe and Savage say in unison.

“I don’t know what this mean or if—”

“I’m just going to stop you right there, Cas,” Pres says. “You do what you got to do, then you do the club. Just like Savage and I are at our women’s side when they need us. You’re still the sergeant-at-arms of the club. Period. Now if you want to step down, then…” He raises his hands.

“No, I don’t,” I say instantly, because I don’t. Maybe someday, but not today. Having a baby might change me a little, but this club is deep in me, and I’m not ready to let that go yet. Vincent and this baby might be my new family, but my brothers are my family, too.

“All right then,” Pres says, a smile on his face.

“Soak up every moment, Cas. They grow up fast, and you don't want to miss any of it,” Savage says, and I know what he means. He messed up a few years back and missed out on the first year of his son’s life. It still eats at him. I nod in understanding. This club isn't going anywhere. I'll handle my shit, then I'll handle the club.

“Now that we got that out of the way, onto Violet.” I look over at Scribe, who is studying his screen with a look I've never seen before, his fists clenched.

“Who is she?” he finally says, his voice thick.

“New eyes in the sky,” I say.

“No f*cking way,” he growls.





Chapter Eight





Vincent




Mac comes out of the office, and I push away from the pool table. She walks over, and I open my arms. She comes right into them.

I kiss the top of her head and ask her how it went.

“Way to go, Vincent,” Lucias says, coming out from the office behind her and offering me a high five.

I smile and give him one up top, and Savage does the same. Knox comes over and wraps his big arms around both me and MacKenzie.

“Get off me, Scribe, before I turn you into my soon-to-be sister-in-law.” Making me raise my eyebrows in question. Knox better not have the hots for my sister.

Knox drops his arms and straightens up, clearing his throat. “Okay. Yeah. I’ll see you guys later.” With that, he’s gone, hauling ass out of the clubhouse.

“What was that about?” I ask, letting go of Mac.

She smirks at me and shakes her head. “You’ll find out soon enough, Shield. Just let it go.”

My suspicions are up, but I decide to let it go. For now.

“You ready to go?” I ask.

“Get your cute ass on my bike.”

She throws the words over her shoulder as she walks out of the clubhouse. Smiling, I shake my head and follow her out.

The guys have long ago stopped giving me shit about riding bitch on the back of Mac’s bike. I’ve told them before, I don’t care where I ride, as long as I get to have my hands on my woman.

I walk out to her bike, throw my leg over, and scoot back, letting her get on in front of me. When she saddles up, we wave goodbye to the guys, and she takes us down the road.

I think she’s going to take us to the new house, but instead she goes down a side road, and we ride for a while. Sometimes she likes to take the chopper out for a few hours and just get lost with me. Mac needs the quiet, and I like that she takes me with her now, instead of going and doing it on her own.

We ride for about an hour, and just as the sun is going down, she pulls off onto a side road and takes us down to a lake. We’ve been out here before. I think someone in the club owns it or has family that does, but either way, I know it’s secluded and we won’t be disturbed.

Mac pulls her motorcycle to the side, and we’ve got a beautiful view of the sunset. She hops off, and I watch as she unbuttons her shorts and pushes them down her legs.

“What are you up to?” I ask, giving her a wicked smile.

“I need a ride, Shield. A long hard one.”

Leaning back on the bike, I reach down and unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans. I watch as Mac puts her hands between her legs and starts rubbing as she climbs back on the bike. This time, she’s facing me. I pull my cock out, and it’s standing straight up, cum already beading at the tip. He’s always up when it comes to MacKenzie.

She moves, straddling my lap, putting her legs on either side of my hips, and moves her panties to the side. She slowly lowers herself down onto my cock and hisses at the tight fit. When she’s fully seated and I’m balls deep inside her tight cunt, I lean all the way back and moan at the feeling.