Ghost Rider MC: Pulling Her Trigger Part 4

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 b.i.t.c.h 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 f.u.c.king gorgeous bada.s.s, 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. f.u.c.k, 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 gra.s.sless 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 h.e.l.lo, just gives one big guy a chin lift, and he nods his head in the direction of the range.

"That was Lucias, right?" I ask as we make our way to the range. I saw a few shots of him when I was digging into things, but he looks to have gotten bigger since he left the marines.

"Yep. I'm sure he'll be out here to join us in a second," she says, but she doesn't sound excited.

When we pull up to the gun range, I can see the side of the fence that looks to have been damaged. I don't think someone would be able to tell unless they were looking for it, but about a hundred feet of new fencing has recently been erected and the ground is scorched where explosives must have gone off. The range is a big brick building, and I can see the side facing us is newer than the rest of it.

"That where they went in?"

"Yeah. Stupid f.u.c.kers," she says, and I can hear the anger and hurt in her voice. She gets off the bike, and I climb off after her. We stand there for a second, and I hear the rumble of more bikes coming. I look around and see three bikes heading our way.

"Great, he brought friends," she grumbles, and I can hear the sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Lucias pulls up and is followed by two more guys. They all get off their bikes and walk over to us. I know all of them from my research on Mackenzie, and I'm sure they know me.

"Vincent Ca.s.sano, federal agent," Lucias says in greeting, confirming he knows me and knows what I do.

I decide to lay my cards on the table and give up the information I know. "Lucias Houston. President of the Ghost Riders, Kansas City, Missouri." I look to his right and see his next in command, "Abe Tanner aka Savage, Vice President." And then I look to his left, "Knox Robertson, also known as Scribe, the club treasurer and unofficial club hacker."

Lucias gives me a smile and nods his head. "Looks like we are all well acquainted, Casper," he says, and looks over at Mackenzie.

"I brought him here to shoot today, and to meet you guys. I'm thinking of keeping him around for a bit."

I reach out and hold her wrist. It's not a possessive move, but one of unity. I want them to know I'm not afraid to be with her, and I'm not afraid of what comes with that.

"I'll be around indefinitely. I wanted to show my respect to you guys and let you all know, no sneaking around. I know I'm a fed, but know I'll always put her first and I'm getting she comes with the club. She's more important to me than a job. I love her, and won't be going away so it's best to get used to the idea."

I squeeze Mackenzie's wrist at my words, feeling her pulse pick up, but she doesn't speak. I think I finally shocked her into silence.

Lucias looks to her and they have a silent conversation. He nods his head and then looks back over at me. "For now, it's not a problem. Just know that if you hurt her, you answer to all of us. And we have lots of places to hide a body."

"Understood. I won't do anything to hurt her, or jeopardize the club, because I know what it means to her. We might not always see eye to eye but most families don't."

Abe steps in front of Lucias, and extends his hand. I'm still holding Mackenzie's hand with my left, so I reach out with my right and take his.

Immediately he holds it in a death grip, but I don't flinch. He's looking to find weakness in me right now, but he won't find it. "Welcome to the family," he grouses, lets go of my hand, and steps back behind Lucias.

"So this means you're an old man?" Knox asks, and tilts his head to the side.

I hear Mackenzie snort beside me, and I just shrug my shoulders. "I was her G.o.d last night, so it's kind of a kick to the ego, but as long as I'm on her bike, I don't give a f.u.c.k."

Lucius lets out a laugh and looks at Mackenzie. "I like him. Have fun shooting, Cas," he says and gives her a wink.

I look over and see she's blushing. I look back and watch the guys climb on their bikes, getting ready to take off.

"Hey, Cas, remember the teeth trick I told you about," Knox yells over the sound of the bikes, and Mackenzie flips him the bird, but has a smile on her face.

As we watch them drive off, she pulls me to her and kisses me on the lips. It both surprises and delights me that she's being affectionate. I pull back and stroke her cheek.

"What was that for?"

"This is f.u.c.king insane," she whispers, and touches my face like I'm touching hers. "So you want to be my old man? I'll think about it." She smirks.

She can think about it all she wants, it's happening. I've covered a lot of ground with her already, and can feel some of the pressure on my chest lifting.

"I love you, Mackenzie. This may be crazy, but I don't give a f.u.c.k. I'm obsessed with you, and I can't shake it. I've done a lot of things some would consider insane, but I have this need inside me to be as close to you as possible."

"What do you mean by 'insane'?"

I take a deep breath because it's time to tell her. She deserves to know how deep my desires are for her.

"A week before I saw you in the bar I went to your house and watched you."

She c.o.c.ks her head to the side, but doesn't look alarmed.

"I did it every night until the night we met. And I jerked off outside your house, watching you."

Her eyes get big, but she still doesn't look upset.

"I'm not even a little bit sorry about it. It was as close as I could get to you, and it was all I could have."

"Wow, stalker much?"

"I also broke into your house after you left each day."

"You did what?" she snaps and pulls back.

"Listen to me," I say calmly, and pull her back to me. "I needed to find out who you were before I made my move. I knew when I saw your picture I was done. Your f.u.c.king picture, Mackenzie. One look and that's all it took for me. I knew you were the one, but I needed to know who you were. I need to find out everything about you. I needed to know how to get inside your heart like you're already inside mine."

"What did you do inside my house?"

I feel a small blush on my cheeks, but I have to be honest with her.

"I lay on your bed, and smelled your pillow," I say, and rush to tell her the rest. "I may have also had a beer, touched your underwear, smelled your shampoo, and used some of your lotion. Look, don't judge, I just wanted to get as close to you as I could."

"Yeah, that's pretty insane," she says, and shakes her head.

"You have no idea how crazy I was for you. How crazy I still am for you. I don't regret any of it, and I won't apologize. I want to drink you in, devour you, and give you absolutely everything you could ask for. My sun rises and sets with you, Mackenzie, and all I want in return is a smile on your face. And maybe the 'old man' status."

I smile a little, and she looks into my eyes. I hope she can see my honesty, because I'm putting my heart on the line. She could break me, and she knows it.

After a moment of searching, she whispers, "Why me?"

"Because without you, there is no me. Without you, I don't exist. My father told me that's how he met my mom, and I would know the day I found the women who would be mine." They're the truest words I've ever spoken, and after seeing her, and feeling this in my heart, I won't survive without her.

She slowly nods, and reaches up to touch my face. I take this as a small sign of surrender, and I wrap my arms around her, picking her up. I kiss her with everything I've got, pouring all my love into her body so she feels my need. She wraps her legs around me, holding me tightly to her, and I stand like that, just kissing her.

After a few minutes, she pulls away to catch her breath. "Let's get inside. I want to fire off a few rounds."

"If that's code for s.e.x, then yes. Let's fire lots of rounds," I say, and carry her into the gun range, gripping her a.s.s.

When we get inside I kick the door shut behind us and sit her down on the nearest counter. I look around the place and I can see she's put a lot of time and hard work into it.

Suddenly I feel her hands push my chest and I stagger back a few steps. My a.s.s. .h.i.ts a table behind me and I look at her in shock.

"Hey, what the f.u.c.k?" I say in surprise, and she gives me a wicked smile.

She pops off the table, and comes over to me. She walks slowly, as if she's on the prowl. My d.i.c.k hardens further as she gets closer, and then she's pressing against me.

I lean down to kiss her, and she takes my bottom lip between her teeth. I feel her hands rubbing over my covered c.o.c.k, and I close my eyes and moan at the sensation. She's just as hot for it as I am right now.

She kisses her way up to my ear and licks the sh.e.l.l. She leans in and whispers, "Let's clean your gun before we get started," and lowers herself to her knees in front of me.

Seeing her kneeling in front of me as she unbuckles my belt and unzips my jeans nearly has me c.u.mming in my pants. I grit my teeth to try to regain some control.

When her hand pulls out my c.o.c.k and she takes me in her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat, I grip the table and throw my head back, moaning.

"Oh, sweet f.u.c.king Christ, that mouth of yours," I groan, and try to clear my vision. I'm no longer in control of my body as she sucks my c.o.c.k. I'm at her mercy within seconds.

I hear the sound of fabric rustling, and I feel her move a bit. When I look down at her I have to blink a few times to focus on what she's doing.

I see her hand down her pants as she fingers her p.u.s.s.y while her mouth goes up and down on my d.i.c.k. The sight does me in and I grab her hair, pulling her off of my c.o.c.k. I grab her arms, pull her up and spin her around, pushing her down on the table.

I kick her legs apart with my boots and pull her jeans and underwear down to her knees to give me access. I line my d.i.c.k up with her entrance, but before I enter her I want her submission.

"Palms flat on the table, and don't move them until I tell you to c.u.m. You got that?"

She nods her head, and arches her a.s.s up at me, but I want the words.

"Say it, Mackenzie."

"Yes, Vincent. I won't move until you tell me to c.u.m."

"Good girl," I say, and thrust home. Her tight p.u.s.s.y grips my c.o.c.k, and I ride her hard. Her hands don't move an inch as I f.u.c.k her on the table, and claim her body. I'm so close already from her earlier attention, and I want her with me when I c.u.m.

I reach around and find her swollen c.l.i.t and start to rub it hard and fast. She moans my name over and over and I don't let up my thrusts.

"It's time, Mackenzie. c.u.m for me, baby."

"Vincent!" she shouts, and I feel her body let go. She keeps her body in place as pa.s.sion flows through her and she releases her o.r.g.a.s.m. Her tight channel milks my c.o.c.k and I pump every last drop of my c.u.m inside her.

It's a fast hard f.u.c.k, but it's always so perfect with my girl. The best I've ever had, and the last I'll ever touch. I'm a lucky b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

A little while later, when we're cleaned up, and she's getting ready to shoot her target, I just lean back and stare at her. I think about how beautiful she is, and how I can't imagine my life without her.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

CAS.

"Oh G.o.d, Shield," I moan.

"You say my name when I have my face in your p.u.s.s.y, or my c.o.c.k inside you," he growls against my p.u.s.s.y.