Pulling Her Trigger (Ghost Riders MC 1)

“How do you see it?”

“I always took my orders and carried them out without question, but sometimes there’s no time to wait for orders. Sometimes you have to determine if someone should live or die on your own. When you sit and watch the world through a scope, you see things before others. I made my own judgment calls.”

“I can understand that, I’ve had to do that a few times myself. It’s our job, Mackenzie.”

“What would you say if I still did that and it wasn’t my job anymore? That I sometimes I still made judgment calls.”

I know he has to know what I am talking about. I didn’t outright admit anything but if he read my file like I know he did he will have put two and two together. I killed my father.

“That let’s say I came home, saw my father still doing what he did but to a new family, and I made a judgment call.”

Not only did I kill him but I planned it out like a mission. I waited for his new wife and her daughter to head off to work, and I shot him through the heart. He never ever knew what hit him. Dead on impact. Unlike my father, I don’t care to watch people suffer. I just like it to be over. Then I placed a call to the police letting them know there was a dead body that needed to be cleaned up. His new wife and stepdaughter didn’t need to come home to that shit. He had already put them through enough.

“I don’t care if you killed him.”

I turn my head to try to break eye contact. Bringing my hands up to my face I rub my eyes. This isn’t supposed to happen. This isn’t the plan. I am the one who is supposed to be getting information from him, but I just keep giving him everything he asks for, I can’t seem to stop myself.

A firm hand grips my chin, making me look back at him.

“I don’t care, Mackenzie, whatever your reason was for killing him. Whether you had cause or not. I stopped caring the moment I saw you. I know you don’t believe me yet but over time you’ll see. You’ve spent years protecting people. I’m going to show you that I’m going to protect you whether you want it or not.”

“You’re a fed,” I remind him. “I’ll always cross lines you won’t like.”

“If you think I’m going to lecture you on justice, you got the wrong guy. I read your file countless times, but I know you’ll always do what you think is best. Your system of justice is just a little different than mine. I’d never ask you to change who you are. ”

“Don’t you think that’s going to be a conflict of interest for you?”

“It will never be a conflict when it comes to you.”

I smile up at him through unshed tears, feeling the sting in my eyes. The club has always had my back, but the way Vincent says it feels different. Deeper.

“Does it say in my file that a gun went missing at a base I was at, that the same kind killed my father?” I ask, wondering if he’ll give me that information. I know the file says it. Scribe told me.

“Yes.” The simple word makes the lump in my throat grow a little more. He didn’t lie. He’s straight with me.

“If they find those guns, they’ll know everything.”

He looks at me with understanding. “No one will take you from me, Mackenzie, know that.”

“Okay,” is my only reply. What else can I say? Only time will tell if he’s telling the truth. The only ass on the line right now is mine. I have nothing else to lose. Either I’m going to jail or not, so I might as well enjoy the Vincent ride while I can.

Wrapping my legs around him, I shift my hips so I’m on top of him. I run my eyes over his body. He’s like a feast laid out for me. He wouldn’t make a bad last meal if a girl had to pick one.

His gaze stills on my breasts, my military dog tags hanging between them. I feel a rush of warmth flood my pussy as his gaze deepens.

As if I weigh nothing more than a doll, he lifts me by my hips making my legs fall open farther, shifting me until I am straddling right over his erection. I wiggle, lining my clit up to slide over his cock. It would only take a small shift and the lips of my sex would open further, inviting him deep inside me.

His hands span my waist, causing me to lean forward and brace my hands on his chest. His black chest hair covers his pecs and stomach, and I want to rub my nipples across it. I want his powerful chest against my tits. I want to rub against him, arch against him.

He lifts his hips and moves back and forth, stroking my clit against his cock. I can feel every thick inch of him. All the ridges and veins of his cock excite and arouse me.

“More,” I moan as his hands grasp my hips tightly. He lifts me in one smooth motion, filling me totally. But I want more. I need to be closer to him. For the first time in my life the distance is killing me.

As if he can hear my silent plea, Vincent sits up. Leaning forward, I take his mouth in a kiss. It isn’t until my lips hit his that I realize what I’ve done. It’s always him stealing my mouth, but this time I pulled him against my chest, brushing my breasts against him. The warm feel of his mouth, the utter closeness sets me off and I cum.

Fuck me.

A kiss and I come. Just like that.

My pussy grips his cock, making him jerk inside me. Tightening his arms around me, holding me closer in an unbreakable hold, I feel his cum explode inside me. His hips keep jerking, and I swear he cums again, flooding my pussy even more.