Pulling His Trigger (Ghost Riders MC 4)

“Goddamn. I won’t last.”

She gives me a rueful smile and squeezes me even tighter, causing me to grit my teeth and grunt.

“Keep it together, Shield. I’m not done with you yet.”

She keeps working me up and down, and I throw my head back, trying with everything in me to hold on a little longer. It’s too good. Her pussy is too fucking good.

When I look back at her, I see MacKenzie lost in pleasure. She’s taking what she wants, and she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I watch her and think about what a lucky bastard I am.

In that moment, she looks up and locks eyes with me. A passionate, intimate moment passes between us, and she whispers “I love you.”

“I love you, too, MacKenzie.”

She drops down on me, and I feel her orgasm roll through her. She throws her head back and moans my name, squeezing me tighter than I ever thought possible.

Her own orgasm triggers mine, and I empty into her tight heat. We cling to one another on the back of her motorcycle, both of us gripped by pleasure. We are both breathless as we come down from the peak, and Mac falls on my chest once she’s done.

“Feel better?” I ask, brushing her sweat-dampened hair out of her face.

After a second she looks up at me and quietly nods.

“You know that just because you become a mom, it doesn’t mean you have to lose who you are.” Tucking another stray hair behind her ear, I tell her what she needs to hear. “You’ll always be you. Now there’s just another part of you that I get to love. And you get to see what life is like as a mom. With me by your side.”

She smiles at me, and I can see her doubt lifting.

“You think I would ever let you stop taking me on sunset drives to fuck me on the back of your bike?” I wink at her, and she laughs. “Now take me home and put me to bed. I’m an old man, baby.”

Mac sits up and grabs a fistful of my shirt, pulling me to her. I sit up, and our lips are almost touching but not quite.

“You’ll stop fucking me when I tell you to, Shield. I said I wanted a long hard ride. You up for it or not?”

Thrusting up, I answer her question with my cock, and she gives me a wicked smile. “Anything you want, MacKenzie. Anything.”

Epilogue

Vincent

About 8 months later…

“We need help!” I scream into the emergency room, carrying MacKenzie in my arms.

“Vincent, I swear to God, if you don’t put me down and stop freaking out, I’m going to shoot you with one of my rubber bullets. I’ve got two in my back pocket, so quit fucking around.”

The nurses rush out from behind the desk, and I walk over and gently place Mac in a nearby wheelchair.

“Her water broke,” I look down at my watch and back at the nurse, “thirteen minutes ago.” I can feel panic start to rise, and I know the baby will be here any second. “We don’t have time to sit around and talk. We need doctors and nurses. Someone needs to boil water.”

Mac kicks my shin, and I lean over, grunting.

“Simmer down, Shield. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna shoot you if you don’t calm the fuck down.”

Taking a deep breath, I look over and see the nurses shake their heads at us. They wheel Mac down the hall and over to the elevators, and I follow. They hit the button for the maternity floor, and I just stand there, tapping my foot and willing the elevator to move faster.

I feel a shock in my shin again and look down to see Mac raising one of the rubber bullets at me. I throw my hand up and take a step back, realizing she would be all too happy to use it right now.

When we finally get her to the room and the doctor comes in, she looks her over and checks to see how far she’s dilated. I’ve read every book, so I know what to expect. I just forgot all of it the second MacKenzie stood up after breakfast and said she thought her water broke. All of that important information went right out of my head, and now all I can think is, the baby is coming, the baby is coming, it’s time.

“Well, your water broke, but you’re only dilated to four centimeters. How are your contractions?”

It’s then I remember contractions. That Mac is supposed to be having them and I’m supposed to be timing them. Oh God, I’ve failed already.

“They are getting closer. About every four minutes now.”

I sigh with relief, thanking God one of us remembered. I start pacing, unable to think straight. I need to move.