Pulling Her Trigger

by Alexa Riley

  My whole body goes on alert at his words, making my heart rate pound like I’m on a mission. It would be exciting if it didn’t scare the shit out of me. Vincent could leave behind a whole different type of scar. The kind that could shatter me from the inside out. It’s hard to believe what he’s saying,

  Pres gave me the rundown on him before I left the club. He is a decorated FBI agent who quickly moved up the ranks. Driven, will stop at nothing to get what he wants. The question was did he want me or the case more?

  The idea that I could come before anything else with him tastes so sweet that I push the idea away. I’ve never come first for anyone in my life before. Even with my brothers, the club comes first, but Vincent makes it seem like I would come before everything.

  It’s like I’m two totally different people. One wants to surrender to Vincent and believe his words. He looks at me like I’m his everything, that he will do anything for me, and it’s intoxicating. I’ve never had anyone look at me like that before.

  The other part of me knows this is too good to be true. That a decorated FBI agent won’t turn a blind eye to the things I’ve done. The things I would do. Will he try and change me? It wasn't twelve hours ago I offered to kill a dozen men. Vincent or not, that offer still stands.

  Closing my eyes doesn't help the barrage of feelings that assault me, because I can still smell him. The faint scent of his body mixed with our sex is heady. It’s a smell that will forever be imprinted on my brain.

  “Baby, look at me. Talk to me, please.” Opening my eyes, I try to read his. He’s always so intense, but I’m sure he can read me clearly. There’s no hiding the battle raging inside me.

  “I wish I could tell you that I’m sorry about what brought us together, but I’m not. Not any of it. Your file hit my desk and I was a goner. I’ll never hurt you, Mackenzie. You can tell me anything. Let me in and I’ll prove it to you.”

  Maybe if I give him a taste, he’ll see how I can never work with him—the man who lives his whole life by the letter of the law, and me making up my own rules as I go.

  “I went into the Air Force because I wanted to fly. I know it sounds silly, but I did,” I say, remembering lying on my parents’ back porch, staring up into the sky as the birds flew by. Wishing that I could do the same.

  “I didn’t come from a family like yours, Vincent. My childhood wasn’t filled with Sunday dinners and trips to the zoo. Mine was filled with a miserable father who wanted to make everyone else miserable with him, including my mother and me. He hated that I wasn't a boy, and told me that when he beat me. He was so hard on me, and said it was to toughen me up, which was bullshit. Charlie just liked having us at his mercy. Then I lost her, my mother. The doctor said she fell down the stairs and snapped her neck. I was too much of a coward to tell them what really happened.”

  “You were fourteen when your mom died, Mackenzie.”

  Looks like he didn’t just read my file, but memorized it.

  “Doesn’t matter. I didn’t protect her, which is ironic, because it's what I did in the Air Force. I just learned too late. I went in to learn to fly, but I’m too small. I was good at shooting, in fact I was the best. So that’s what I did. I sat on the walls protecting our bases. Then I got called out for a few emergency missions for the Marines, and after that, they seemed to call on me time and time again. I was in the Air Force, but Lucias—Pres —was a marine and he was my squad leader. I ended up working with them more than I did with the Air Force. For once in my life I felt like I belonged, like I had a family. One that I protected, and I won’t fail again. But, you see, my lines started to blur along the way. I don’t see things as black and white as you do, Shield.”

  “How do you see it?”

  “I always took my orders and carried them out without question, but sometimes there’s no time to wait for orders. Sometimes you have to determine if someone should live or die on your own. When you sit and watch the world through a scope, you see things before others. I made my own judgment calls.”

  “I can understand that, I’ve had to do that a few times myself. It’s our job, Mackenzie.”

  “What would you say if I still did that and it wasn’t my job anymore? That I sometimes I still made judgment calls.”

  I know he has to know what I am talking about. I didn’t outright admit anything but if he read my file like I know he did he will have put two and two together. I killed my father.

  “That let’s say I came home, saw my father still doing what he did but to a new family, and I made a judgment call.”

  Not only did I kill him but I planned it out like a mission. I waited for his new wife and her daughter to head off to work, and I shot him through the heart. He never ever knew what hit him. Dead on impact. Unlike my father, I don’t care to watch people suffer. I just like it to be over. Then I placed a call to the police letting them know there was a dead body that needed to be cleaned up. His new wife and stepdaughter didn’t need to come home to that shit. He had already put them through enough.

  “I don’t care if you killed him.”

  I turn my head to try to break eye contact. Bringing my hands up to my face I rub my eyes. This isn’t supposed to happen. This isn’t the plan. I am the one who is supposed to be getting information from him, but I just keep giving him everything he asks for, I can’t seem to stop myself.

  A firm hand grips my chin, making me look back at him.

  “I don’t care, Mackenzie, whatever your reason was for killing him. Whether you had cause or not. I stopped caring the moment I saw you. I know you don’t believe me yet but over time you’ll see. You’ve spent years protecting people. I’m going to show you that I’m going to protect you whether you want it or not.”

  “You’re a fed,” I remind him. “I’ll always cross lines you won’t like.”

  “If you think I’m going to lecture you on justice, you got the wrong guy. I read your file countless times, but I know you’ll always do what you think is best. Your system of justice is just a little different than mine. I’d never ask you to change who you are. ”

  “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.

  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. Fuck, 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 grassless 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 hello, 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 fuckers,” 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 Cassano, 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 God 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 fuck.”

  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.