Pulling Her Trigger (Ghost Riders MC 1)

I cling to him like he’s a life line. I don’t realize I’m chanting his name over and over until I hear the echo of the noise in the quiet room. But he isn’t done with me, and I don’t think he ever will be.

Sliding his fingers between us, Vincent finds the wetness dripping from me. His cum and mine mixed together. Using his fingers he rubs it on my clit.

“Fuck, feeling my cum on you makes my cock so hard. I don’t think it will ever go down. The more I cum in you, the stronger the need to have you grows.”

Rubbing tight circles on my clit, he starts to thrust again. He leans back, spreading his thighs, and making me open up more for his powerful short strokes. He pumps into me fast and hard. One hand holds my hip in a grip that I’m sure will show. I lean forward, needing his mouth again.

I become lost in it all. I can feel another climax bubbling up inside me. Crying out into his mouth, my entire body contracts around him. He simply moves deeper and harder into me. A sweet balance between pleasure and pain. His fingers digging into my hips, his mouth eating at mine.

Just when I think I can’t take anymore, I feel him swell and explode inside me again, triggering my own climax, milking every bit of him into me. It feels like the whole world falls away in this moment. It’s only him and me. Nothing else matters. If only I could stay in this moment with him forever.

CHAPTER SIX

VINCENT

“You want me to ride bitch on your bike?”

“Listen, if we’re going to the club gun range I’m driving, and I’m not taking the truck.”

She gives me a wicked grin, and I know she’s testing me. It’s cute she thinks I’m bothered by it, but I’m not. I may be on the back of her bike, but at least I’m on it. She’s a fucking gorgeous badass, so the line of guys behind me is long. Luckily for me, I’ve got her already, and I don’t ever plan on letting her go.

I climb on the back and she laughs a little in shock. I guess she didn’t think I’d do it. I pat the seat in front of me and raise an eyebrow.

“We going or not?”

She shakes her head and gets on and starts it up. I wrap my arms around her waist and lean into her.

“You gonna be able to concentrate if I hold you?”

“Just keep your hands where I can see them, and I won’t kill us,” she smirks as her bike roars to life.

I’ve never really been into motorcycles, though I know how to drive one, but being on it with Mackenzie makes me want to change that. Fuck, I’ll ride a goat if it means I get to be this close to her.

She takes the long way out of town, and we ride for a while before we hit the club. Having my hands on her and the sun on my back is the freest I’ve felt in my life. I knew the day I saw her picture I was forever changed, and being on the back of her bike just confirms this is it.

She opened up to me this morning, and told me things I know she’s never shared with anyone else, including her brothers. Her scars are mine now. I don’t want to come between what she has with them, but I want to be just as important. I want to be the other half of her if she’s going to make a place for me and the club. Today she showed me just how vulnerable she can be, and meeting her family is a huge step. This is my chance to show them what Mackenzie means to me, and what I want my position in her life to be. I know this is a big step for her, so I wrap my arms a little tighter as we pull in the gates.

The club isn’t what I expect at all. I was thinking grassless ground surrounding a warehouse. I expected a chain-link fence and death metal blaring from a busted speaker. I’d driven by a few times, but you can’t see much from the outside. They have a brick privacy fence that spans the entrance, making it look like something a mansion would have out front. Once Mackenzie pulls up, she inputs a code on a keypad and the double iron gates swing open.

We drive through a tree-lined driveway that’s about a half a mile long. I realize that this is an old farm that’s been converted into their clubhouse, and I’m impressed. As if reading my mind, Mackenzie explains the place as we drive in.

“Pres’s, sorry, Lucias’s family owned this farm for years. Once he got out of the marines he made it into what it is today. There’s a full garage on the eastern side of the property with a separate entrance for the public. You have to have a code to go beyond it, so we’re still protected behind the walls. The brick fence is just around the front of the property, the rest of it is ten-foot tall steel fencing with barbed wire. You can’t ever be too careful. On the west side is the gun range, but I’ll drive by and show you the clubhouse first. All in all there’s about two-hundred acres out here, but most of it’s wooded and undeveloped. A few of our guys like to get lost for a few weeks at a time, and there are a couple of small cabins on the property. There’s wildlife to hunt and a lake out with plenty of fish there if someone needs to stay gone longer than a few weeks.”

We pull up to the main house, and it’s huge. It looks like an old farmhouse, but you can tell right away it’s been modernized within the last few years. There are a few bikes parked out front, and some guys walking around. Mackenzie doesn’t stop to say hello, just gives one big guy a chin lift, and he nods his head in the direction of the range.