Pulling Her Trigger (Ghost Riders MC 1)
As I fuck her harder and harder I hear her screams of ecstasy. I feel her pussy grip me and she arches further into me, cumming hard and fast. I feel her tight cunt squeeze my dick, and my balls draw up as my orgasm hits me. I cum deep and hard inside her, and I let out an angry growl as I unload. I’m rough on her body, but we both need it.
As we come down from the high, I bend over her more to catch my breath. I give her gentle kisses on the side of her neck and she leans into my touch.
“I love you,” she whispers, and I smile against her skin.
“I love you too, Mackenzie,” I say and continue spreading gentle kisses on her neck and cheek.
After a few moments I pull out and climb off the bed, tucking away my cock and helping her up.
“Let’s go,” I say, and she smiles at me. It’s a smile of love and relief, and I’m so fucking glad I put it there.
When we walk out of the cabin I take her hand and lead her over to Lucias’s bike. I grab my bag off the seat, and then pull her towards the lake.
“What are you doing, Shield?” she asks but I just keep hold of her hand.
We go over to where the small row boats are tied up to a dock, and I help her in. The lake is big, so it takes a while to paddle out to the middle, but when we get there I open my bag and pull out the gun.
She looks at it with wide eyes, and reaches out for it. I hand it to her and she just stares at it, wordlessly.
“I scanned it, and it popped up as an Air Force government-issued weapon out of Georgia. I saw you were stationed there last before you got out, and I knew this was it.”
I had a small worry that I may have gotten the wrong one, but seeing her face, I know this is it.
“I don’t know why I kept it. I think maybe it was a reminder of what people are capable of.” She looks at me with deep hurt in her eyes. “Of what he was capable of and of what I am capable of.” She shakes her head a little and looks back down at the gun. “I made the right decision. I just wish I had made it sooner.”
I reach over and put my hand over hers, still holding the gun.
“You did the right thing, and I would have done the same. You weren’t able to save your mom. But you saved his new wife and that little girl from a lifetime of hell. You can go to the grave knowing that little girl won’t have your scars.”
She nods her head and looks up at me. I let go of the gun, and she tosses it overboard.
I row us back to the dock and we make our way to the cabin. When we reach the bikes again she gives me a puzzled look.
“How in the fuck did you get Pres’s bike? And please don’t tell me you stole it.”
“Nah, just kicked Savage’s ass.”
“You did what?” she shouts, and I laugh, pulling her in for a kiss.