Riding Him (Ghost Riders MC Book 5)

by Alexa Riley

  I turn and bolt for the door.

  I almost make it to the truck before I’m spun around by Knox. I swing, and he dodges it, grabbing both my arms and pinning me to my truck, his big body caging me in.

  “Don’t play rough here, baby. I can’t fuck you in this parking lot. Save that shit for the bedroom.” His tone is teasing, and he leans down, kissing between my ear and neck. I jerk against him.

  “I’m going to show you rough, you cheating bastard.”

  Knox pulls back, looking down at me. The horn of my truck goes off, and Knox’s face goes hard.

  “Who’s in the truck, Violet?”

  “None of your business,” I snap at him.

  “Baby, I can’t be going to prison for murdering someone in the broad light of day, so there better not be a man in that truck.”

  “I’m more than okay with you going to prison, you cheating asshole. That way I don’t have to kill you, and I know you can’t be giving out your dick in prison,” I throw back at him. “You are pretty though, so you might take a couple.”

  Knox ignores my words, picks me up by my hips, and turns, placing me behind him before flinging open the driver side door.

  “You’re terrible at this spy stuff, Violet,” I hear my sister say. All the tension in Knox’s body drains away.

  I poke my head around Knox to see my sister. “You honked the horn. That’s real spy-like.”

  “It was a distraction! Like a…a…a diversion!” she defends.

  “Is everything all right?” I turn around to see an older woman standing in the doorway of the mystery office. She’s smiling at us.

  Knox just shuts the door on Vanessa, grabs my hand, and pulls me back towards the door.

  “Hey, stop.” I yank on my hand, but he doesn’t let go. He just keeps walking. I have to run to keep up with him.

  “Oh, you brought her!” The older woman gets all excited when we get closer. It’s like she knows who I am. “I hope you like everything I’ve come up with.”

  “Mrs. Ware, this is my wife, Violet.” The woman reaches out to grab my hand at Knox’s introduction. I shake her hand and just stand there dumbly.

  “Can you give us a moment?” Knox asks her.

  She nods. “I’ll be in the back. Just bring her in and show her when you’re ready,” she says before turning and going back into the office.

  Knox doesn’t waste time dropping down to his knees in front of me. His hand goes to my hips.

  “I was going to surprise you at the barbecue this afternoon, but I should have known you’d catch me.” He smiles when he says it. “I don’t like that you thought I might be fucking around, but hell, it turns me the fuck on to see you still get so worked up over me.”

  “What’s going on? Why haven’t you answered your phone?”

  He looks at me in confusion and reaches to his side clip where he keeps his phone.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry. I must have accidently put it on silent.”

  “Oh,” I say as I feel the heat hit my cheeks. I’m a little embarrassed that I went crazy. This place is clearly not what I thought it was.

  “Oh,” he repeats and laughs. “She’s a designer, and I’ve been having her do some stuff.” He leans in, kissing my stomach over my T-shirt. “For the baby.”

  “You know?”

  “Yeah, I know.” Now he’s full-on smiling.

  “Do you know it's twins?”

  His head drops forward, resting on my belly, before he looks back up at me. I swear I can see tears in his eyes.

  “See, that’s what happens when you make me wait five years to knock you up. I got so excited I put two in there.”

  I burst out laughing.

  Knox stands and cups my face, bringing me in for a tender and sweet kiss.

  “Come on, let’s go in here and let me show you your first Mother’s Day present. And we need to tell Mrs. Ware we’re going to need two of everything.”

  Epilogue

  Knox

  Another 3 years later…

  “This place looks like a freaking daycare,” Pres says, taking a sip of his beer as he sits down across from me. His eyes are fixed on his wife, who is plating up food for some of the kids.

  When his gaze comes back to me, he’s smiling.

  I just shrug. I like it like this. No more crazy jobs or runs. Hasn’t been in a few years. We run a tight ship, making sure people stay out of our area. Leave us alone and we’ll leave you alone. It’s quiet, and we plan to keep it that way. Just running the range and mechanic shop. Nothing like a horde of kids to put your life into perspective. To show you what you really want in life.

  Most of us had spent years having to watch our backs. It’s not something we want to do anymore.

  “Look who’s up, Daddy.” Violet comes walking down the stairs, holding hands with both Emma and Evan. I stand up and make my way over to them. I meet them at the bottom of the stairs, and Emma launches herself at me. I catch her and bring her up for a kiss.

  She looks just like her mother. She has a full head of hair, and though she’s only two it’s already halfway down her back. Emma cuddles up to me.

  “I’m taking Evan to get something to eat.” Violet picks him up with a grunt. The kid isn’t small. He came out almost ten pounds, while Emma was only five.

  I lean in and kiss my wife. She’d dozed off with them, too. I went up to check on them about an hour ago and there they were, all cuddled up on my bed. Violet and Evan both wrapped around Emma. Even at two, Evan is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to his sister. Poor girl is never going to be able to date between her mom, me, and her brother.

  “You want anything?” Violet asks.

  “No, baby. Get him a plate, then come sit down and I’ll make you one.”

  I watch her stroll off, and I make my way back over to sit down. Cas is now sitting next to Pres, her daughter in her lap. Cas is pulling the little girl’s hair into a ponytail. I sit down next to them.

  Emma lets go of my neck and sits up, trying to get her cousin’s attention.

  “Who’d have thought we’d marry a brother and sister?” I ask her. She looks over at me, smiling.

  “I could never shake you,” she teases. Both Cas and I never had much of a family. It’s why we latched on so hard to the Ghost Riders, and now we have a whole other family, one we both belong to and love.

  “Like you’d want to shake me,” I tease her back. We are the closet out of everyone as we spent a lot of time together on missions.

  “Now we’re really family.” She runs her hand down her daughter’s dark ponytail. We are.

  “Always have been, MacKenzie.” I use her real name, and she looks over at me.

  “I know.”

  Soon Savage is joining us, sitting down with two kids in his lap. They quickly jump off to go play, and they’re quickly replaced by his pregnant wife.

  “Julie, are you ever not pregnant?” I ask with a laugh.

  “Not if he can help it.”

  Savage just grunts and puts his hands on her belly. She leans back, resting her head on him. Savage’s deadly face softens.

  I just shake my head and look around as Violet comes over and takes a seat on my lap and puts Emma in hers. I kiss her neck, wondering when she’s going to figure out she’s pregnant again.

  I look around and take everything in, thinking about everything we’ve been through together.

  Things we’ve lost and found along the way. The pain and happiness we’ve all had to endure. And I know I wouldn’t change one thing. Not one. Because I wouldn’t want to end anywhere but here. Sitting here with my family and the love of my life. What more could a man want?

  Violet looks over and winks at me, and I give her one back. She’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and every day with her is better than the last. And every night when we lie down, I hold her close and remind her just how much I love her. Then she smiles and grabs my dick to remind me just the same, not with wo
rds, but by riding him.

  THE END

  Thank You

  We would like to thank Katie Wilde, Ruby Dixon, and Ella Goode for asking us to be a part of this journey with them. We’d never envisioned an MC series like the one we wanted to write… with no cheating, no condoms, and a couple of virgins. So when they asked us to come along, and tell the story in our Alexa Riley way, we jumped at the chance. The three of them are not only amazing to work with, but are pretty fantastic people. Through their encouragement and support they pushed us to be our best, and we are forever grateful. You babes rock!

  To all our readers… we are so happy you ate this series up, and kept yelling at us for more. Thank you for turning the pages, but with all good things, it’s time The Ghost Riders come to an end.

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  Pulling Her Trigger

  by

  Alexa Riley

  I thought I had all I needed: my gun, my chopper, and my brothers. Most women don't crave a life like mine, but after the things I've done and seen, I never thought I longed for more.

  The Ghost Riders Motorcycle Club is my family and I'll bleed for them. I'll do anything to keep them safe, even if it's from me.

  One look from him and everything I fought to hide was ripped wide open. Being an FBI agent gave him the power to flip my world upside down, and he did it in a way I never saw coming.

  What happens when an FBI agent becomes more obsessed with you than with his case? Do you let down your guard? Or pull the trigger?

  Warning: This book contains a heroine who doesn't submit, a hero who fights for what he's claimed, and insta-love so hard it will dent your kindle. *not responsible for dented kindles*

  Pulling Her Trigger is a complete novella. No cliffhangers. No alpha-hole. No cheating. HEA. STANDALONE.

  Chapter 1

  Cas

  My finger curves around the trigger, ready to take my shot. I know it is only a matter of time before I do, so I am ready. Pres didn’t see the look on some of their faces before he arrived, but I had. The Five Aces are pissed and it showed. I saw the rage and hate through my scope before my brothers arrived.

  Shifting my position, I test the wind, and make sure I’ve got a clear shot if shit goes down. There isn’t a target I can’t hit, and I don’t plan on starting now. I’m one of only nine women who have operated as a sniper for the Air Force, but they aren’t the only branch of military I was used for. I am small and get around unnoticed, and it doesn’t hurt that I am one of the best shots anyone knew of. I played with the Marines a lot, and it’s actually how I met the men I’m protecting today.

  I know no one can see me up here on top of this building unless I want them to, but my brothers know I’m here, and that’s all that matters. I’ve always been at their backs whenever they need me, and I was doing it long before I was in the club. We picked this meeting spot because I told Pres it would be perfect. The west bottoms of Kansas City are always abandoned when the sun sets. Most of the warehouses down here have been sitting vacant for years. I stare at the once-vacant lot before me, that’s now filled with four of my brothers and five of the Five Aces. They might think they have us outnumbered, but I could take out three of them before they knew what happened.

  I have no problem sitting here all night; it’s what I’ve trained to do. I can wait for hours. I’ve been in the sand with the sun beating down on me, in the mud and pouring rain, in the fucking Amazon never knowing what was crawling up my goddamn leg.

  I killed when I was in the Air Force. Hell, I killed after I got out too, but I haven’t killed for the club. All Pres has to do is give me the word and it’s done. In a heartbeat. In the Air Force I never took my kills personally. You have to keep everything separate, and keep your emotions in check because that’s what you’re paid to do. I took my orders, took out the bad guys, but now things are different. I’ve got skin in this game, so when it’s time to get the job done, it’s not because of a paycheck. Just like when I killed in the field, one less piece of shit in the world, I feel no different about the Five Aces. Taking out a few of them wouldn’t make me lose any sleep, but fuck, dead bodies is what got us into the shit storm. The plan tonight is to only maim if possible, not start a full-on war between clubs.

  They’d stolen some of our guns from the firing range Pres and I own together: the range I run. The guns that were stolen are my responsibility, and it just so happens one of them got left at the scene of a double murder. I don’t care what Pres says, it is my fault. They robbed the range in the middle of the night, bypassing our security. Maybe bypassing isn’t the right word, they blew a fucking hole in the side of the goddamn building.

  Those guns are my responsibility as the sergeant at arms for the Ghost Riders, and I want them back. The Aces destroyed part of something I poured every penny I had into when I left the Air Force. The range is my baby. I’d reported them missing but that didn’t stop the cops from crawling up our asses, pointing fingers at us for a murder. We tend to keep our noses pretty clean, but the cops always have a hard-on for us. I have blood on my hands, but the blood they were asking about this time isn’t mine.

  I want the rest of the guns back, not to mention the one that could be my undoing. We know it has to be the Five Aces. They came looking for guns a few weeks back but Pres refused to sell to them. We’d reached out to the Death Lords who informed us the Five Aces like to work with the Eighty-Eight Henchmen. They are a club that doesn’t play by any rules or show respect to other clubs. They let it be known they weren’t too happy with our hospitality and they’d be getting what they wanted. We let them know they could go fuck themselves.

  After everything went down, Pres reached out to them again, pretending to have a change of heart. They agreed to meet up, but I think they only did it to feign interest in the guns, the guns I know they have.

  Now here I sit, watching this meeting between my Ghost Rider brothers and the Five Aces play out. I’m only up here as back up in case shit goes down, but I’m itching for a shot. Rolling my shoulders, I try to push some of the tension from my body. I miss the shitty headsets I had in the Air Force, wishing I had ears on the ground. Now I have to rely on gut instinct, and I can tell things are getting heated. I can’t see any of my brothers’ reactions, with their backs to me, but all the Aces are facing me, and it’s getting intense. I train my gun on their VP, and I wait.

  My world narrows down and I focus. I feel the wind against my skin, telling me how it will affect my shot. My breathing slows and I wait. I’m ready.

  Then he does it. The Aces’ VP reaches for his gun, but he’s too late. I’d already taken the shot that hits him in his right shoulder. The bullet will destroy the ball-and-socket joint, and no surgeon on earth will be able to put it back together correctly. He’ll never use his right arm to its full function again. Good luck using one of my guns now, asshole.

  Everyone jumps back and my Pres throws his hands in the air, yelling. I’m sure he’s telling them if they make another move I’ll start popping them off one by one. One of the Aces makes a move to go to his VP, and I squeeze the trigger. The bullet flies through the air and hits the concrete at his feet. Chunks of rock explode and he second guesses his move.

  “You don’t move until I say,” I whisper to myself.

  Pres points to the Five Aces VP, indicating for them to leave. When they finally clear out, I feel my phone vibrate against my ass. I reach back and pull it from my pocket.

  “Yeah.”

  “Cas, get your ass out of here. I’m sure the cops will show up soon if someone heard the shots. Don’t go to the club.” The line goes dead.

  Crawling off my stomach I dismantle my rifle, putting it back into the box. I don’t have my motorcycle with me when I carry my rifle. I quickly make my way over to my truck and rub my chest as I climb in. The worst part about lying on the ground for hours is the pressure it
puts on my breasts. Most women wish for bigger boobs, I, on the other hand, find them to be a hindrance.

  Sliding the rifle under the truck seat, I fire up the engine and pull out, hitting the first highway I can. It’s still early and adrenaline is coursing through my veins. Only one thing ever fixes that. Sex. And it’s been too damn long.

  Pulling my hair from my ponytail, I let the black strands fall loose and hit my shoulders. I’d love to head back to the club and hear about what was said on the ground, but the Pres told me to stay clear. Looks like sex it is.

  Leaning back in my chair, I throw my booted foot up to rest on the table. The night is early and only a few people are in the bar. The same bar I always use when I’m looking for a quick and easy lay. Not only is it close to my little two-bedroom house, there’s also a cheap hotel next door.

  This bar is my own place to unwind, away from my brothers. Sometimes I go with them to the bar down the road from the club, but never when I’m looking for cock. This place is mine. A place where no one knows who I am. I can sit back, enjoy a few beers and if I get lucky, see a few bar fights.

  It’s better than heading back to my place alone with all this adrenaline still buzzing through my body. I’m sure in a few hours my brothers will be at our regular bar, Denim and Diamonds, but sometimes I feel out of place when trying to get laid there.

  They call me Casper, the not-so-friendly ghost. They were calling me that before I was patched in. They like to say I pop up out of nowhere, and I guess the name just kind of stuck. Pres and most of the brothers had no problems when I got patched in years back. They knew me from our days in the service, and knew I was loyal to a fault. I saved their lives countless times. Times when they didn’t even know I was there, until the night air came alive with the sound of my bullets. But some of the other brothers did have a problem with me becoming a full member. The only female to be patched into the Ghost Riders. It’s nothing new to me. It’s something I’ve faced my whole life, so I let it roll off me now. I don’t give a shit if you don’t want me here. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere unless the Pres gives me the order, or unless I end up six feet under. The club’s the only real family I’ve ever had.