Pulling Her Trigger(17)

“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.

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.