Nova: Silver Saints MC

by Fiona Davenport

  “Uh-huh.” I gripped his shoulders and nodded, my breath catching in my throat when he surged forward in one powerful thrust. I cried out from the pain, and a few tears streamed down my cheeks. My body tensed up, and I clutched at his body, chanting, “Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move.”

  “I’m sorry, angel. I was hoping that if I went fast, it wouldn’t hurt as much.” He kissed my cheeks until no trace of my tears was left behind. Then he teased my lips with his tongue, and they parted. He devoured my mouth the same way he had my pussy, keeping the rest of his body still until the tension finally left mine. Lifting his head to examine my expression, he asked, “Better now?”

  I wiggled my hips experimentally, gasping when his dick slid deeper. Only not in pain. The sensation was pure pleasure. “Oh, yeah. I’m so full of you, and it feels amazing.”

  He dropped his forehead against mine and stared into my eyes. “You haven’t felt anything yet.”

  I held on as he rocked in and out, my hips instinctively moving in time with his thrusts. My orgasm was already building, and I bit down on my lip. Nova lowered his head and nipped at me, growling, “Don’t hold back on me, angel. I want to hear every single gasp you make while I drive you fucking wild.”

  He picked up his pace, pressing my back into the mattress as he hammered in and out of me. My walls clenched around his thick cock, and the hold my knees had on his hips tightened. “Oh, yes! Harder! More!”

  “That’s right, angel. Tell me what you want,” he grunted as he circled his hips, making stars burst behind my eyelids.

  I didn’t even know what to ask for, just that I wanted it all. I’d take whatever Nova could give me. All the pleasure. All the orgasms. And I wanted to give it right back to him, driving this incredible man so wild that he couldn’t hold on to his control. “I want everything you’ve got.”

  “And I’m going to fucking give it to you,” he vowed before crashing his lips against mine. His tongue moved in time with his hips, sweeping in and out of my mouth and taking our kiss from passionate to filthy. When he threaded his fingers in my curls and tilted my head back, I felt the tug deep in my core. Then my pebbled nipples brushed against his chest, and that was all it took to send me over the edge. He rode me through my release, powering in and out of me as shudders wracked my body.

  “That’s right. Give it to me, Rylee,” he growled against my mouth. “I want you to come all over my cock before I lose control and fill your hot little pussy with my come.”

  His demand pushed me right back up again, triggering another orgasm. “Oh, my gosh. I’m coming again,” I whimpered.

  He levered up on his knees, gripped my hips to yank them up with each thrust of his hips, and slammed into me until the headboard banged against the wall. I clutched his shoulders as waves of pleasure kept sweeping over my body until I could barely see straight. Then he finally anchored himself deep, his cock twitching as jets of come splashed against my inner walls and filled me to overflowing.

  After he pulled his still semi-erect dick from my body, he rolled to his back and took me with him. I cuddled against his chest as he stroked his palm down my back while we both caught our breath. When my heart didn’t feel as though it was trying to burst through my chest, I tilted my head back and grinned up at him. “Whoa, that was incredible. I think we should do that again.”

  “Damn straight, we will. But you’re going to have to wait a little bit.” I pushed my bottom lip out in a pout, and he traced it with the tip of his index finger. “It was your first time, and I didn’t go easy on you. We need to give your body a chance to recover so you’ll be ready for me the next time I take you.”

  “Always so protective,” I sighed, rubbing my cheek against his chest.

  His dark eyes were serious when he tilted my head back. “Just so long as you get that I’m not trying to control you like your stepdad. And that I’m not protecting you because I think you’re weak. You’re the most important person in the world to me, Rylee. That’s why I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and will never do anything to hurt you.”

  11

  Nova

  I kissed Rylee’s forehead and admired the sight of her naked body sprawled out on my bed. She looked so peaceful and insanely sexy as she slept, making it hard for me to decide between letting her rest and joining her to get another fix. But the decision was made for me when I’d received a text from Mac a few minutes before. He had information about Rylee’s situation, and we needed to meet.

  After a quick shower, I pulled on clean jeans, a T-shirt, socks, and a pair of brown boots. I grabbed my cut from my dresser and tossed it onto the bed so Rylee would remember to wear it if she woke up while I was gone.

  With one last kiss on her sweet lips, I left the room, shutting the door softly behind me before jogging down to Mac’s office.

  Scout, Dom, Hack, and Breaker were already there, and each nodded in greeting when I entered. Mac was on the phone, so I shut the door and leaned against the wall beside it to wait.

  My cell vibrated, and I pulled it from my pocket to check if it was Rylee. I was surprised to see Kevin’s number flashing on the screen. Scout was closest to me, sitting on the end of the couch, so I bent over and quietly explained that I needed to take the call and who it was. His eyebrows raised, but he didn’t comment, just nodded toward the door, letting me know that he’d fill in the prez.

  I stepped into the hall and answered the call. “Kevin?”

  “Nova. Hey, um. Since you’re practically family, I wanted to let you know. It seems Rylee ran away. Her mother filed a missing persons report, but I personally inspected the scene and found no evidence of foul play.”

  I remained quiet, aware that he was choosing his words carefully in case someone was listening.

  “Her stepfather assured everyone that she was still in residence, but again, it was very clear that she’d simply run away. Since she’s eighteen, there isn’t much we can do.”

  “Thanks for letting me know.” I understood what he was saying but was confused as to why he thought it was necessary to specifically call me to say that he’d made sure no one suspected the jailbreak.

  “But now the stepfather has disappeared as well.”

  Now we were getting somewhere.

  “He packed a bag and drained their accounts. The wife didn’t file a report, so we aren’t investigating. Just thought you might want to know in case you were planning a visit.”

  This was a warning.

  Chad had taken off before the Ukrainians could catch him, and Kevin was telling me to be on guard because more than likely, Chad was looking for Rylee. But he would never get through the MC to get to her. The information did start the wheels in my mind turning, though. The officials weren’t looking for Chad…

  I thanked Kevin, and we disconnected, then I quietly stepped back into the office.

  Mac was still talking quietly with someone, but after a couple of minutes, he gestured for me to come over and handed me the phone. “Nic,” he told me before I put it to my ear.

  I’d been anxious to hear from Nic ever since Mac had agreed to reach out to him. We had no idea how far his connections reached, but if we wanted to negotiate with the mob, we needed an emissary. Hopefully, the fact he wanted to speak with me was a sign he could help.

  “DeLuca,” I greeted after lifting Mac’s cell to my ear.

  “Nova. How’s your girl?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. Despite being known as the ruthless head of the Italian mafia in New York, Nic had a wife and kids that he adored more than anything, and a particular soft spot for women in trouble.

  “No harm done, and she’s got me now.”

  “Glad to hear it.” Then his tone turned hard and all business. “I spoke to a contact, and we have a problem.”

  Fuck.

  “They don’t have an interest in trading for Chad. He’s broke, so it doesn’t help them recover their money. But they could have made even more by trafficking Ryl
ee.”

  My fist clenched around the phone, and I had to remind myself that if I crushed it, I’d lose precious seconds digging mine out of my pocket and calling Nic back. But hearing him say those words...it ignited a rage inside me. I wanted to squeeze the life out of her stepfather with my bare fucking hands.

  However, the bigger problem now was how to keep Riley safe from the mob. Worst-case scenario, the Silver Saints were really fucking good at giving people new identities and lives. But Rylee had lost so much, and I hated the idea of her being forced to leave what little connections she still had to her dad behind.

  I took a deep breath because there could still be options. Nic hadn’t sounded as though he was finished talking.

  “Are they willing to negotiate at all?” I asked through clenched teeth.

  “I made a deal that encouraged them to agree to settle for the amount Chad owes them and nothing more,” Nic answered. He gave me the number, and I mentally patted myself on the back for being a frugal bachelor since I became a prospect with the Silver Saints MC at eighteen. I had more than enough money to pay the debt and still build a life for Rylee and our family.

  “A deal? What will we owe you?”

  Nic laughed, but the sound came from the dark and deadly head of a crime family rather than the friend. “Nothing. This will work out highly in my favor. They just don’t know that yet. But even if it didn’t, you wouldn’t owe me a thing as long as that girl is safe.”

  “Thank you.” I still felt like I owed him, and I knew Mac would too. “We still owe you. You need us, we’re there.”

  “Appreciated. Now, my contact will get in touch with Mac to set up the meet.” He went on to explain a few more details, and I was prepared to hang up when he said, “Oh, Nova. There’s one other thing. About Chad...”

  “He’s a dead motherfucker,” I growled.

  “Exactly,” Nic agreed, confusing me. “I won’t insult you by suggesting that the Silver Saints don’t know how to handle a hit. But the timing, with your girl running away…if he shows up dead shortly after...”

  “Shit. They’ll look at Rylee.”

  “Yes. So take this number down.”

  I grabbed a pen from the desk and quickly noted the phone number Nic rattled off.

  “That’s the personal number for Rogue, the head of Ruthless Corp. He’s expecting your call.”

  My eyebrows shot up at the name. I’d heard of the “private security firm”—which was code for hitmen—out of Los Angeles, but I’d never had dealings with them.

  Before I could ask, he added, “Don’t worry about the fee. Rogue owes me.”

  He was calling in an awful lot of chips for us, but I knew he and Mac went way back, so I assumed the prez had that handled and would let me know if he needed something from me on that score.

  “Good luck,” Nic said before disconnecting the call.

  Mac picked up the paper with the number, and his eyes raised to his hairline, clearly recognizing it.

  “You know him?” I asked.

  He nodded. “Only talked to him a couple of times. Tried to recruit me years ago. Made it clear I’d have to be dead to leave the club, but he still reached out from time to time. Not since Bridget, though.”

  I gave everyone the summary of my conversation with Nic, and we discussed a plan for the meet with the mobsters. Once that was settled, I started to head back to my girl when Mac called my name. I turned around to find him holding out the slip of paper with Rogue’s name on it. As prez, it was his right to deal with Ruthless Corp, considering it collided with club business. “Your girl. I trust you to handle it.”

  I nodded and took the number before stalking from the office. After doing a quick check to make sure Rylee was still asleep, I went down to the kitchen and slipped out the back door.

  Rogue answered on the second ring. “Nova, correct?”

  “Yeah.”

  “How can I help?”

  I filled him in on all the details, and he listened quietly until I was finished.

  “Are you looking for him to be found or simply disappear?” he finally asked.

  “I’d like to shove his balls down his throat and his dick up his ass. But since Nic convinced me to let you handle it, make him disappear. I don’t want his dead body casting a shadow on my girl.”

  “Noted. I’ll assign this to Merrick. He’s one of my best for quick and clean. And if you are interested in making the target suffer first…” he trailed off. He was offering to let me have a crack at Chad before this Merrick guy finished him off and cleaned it up.

  My jaw hardened. Yeah, I wanted that asshole to pay. “Do it.”

  “Done. He’ll contact you with the details once he’s ready for you.”

  I hung up just as a pair of arms encircled my torso and a soft body pressed against my back. I sighed and placed a hand over Rylee’s for a moment, then dragged her around to my front so I could wrap her up in my embrace and bury my face in her cloud of curls. I inhaled deeply, taking her scent into my lungs, reminding myself that she was safe and making me hard as fuck.

  “I would do anything for you, angel. Tell me you know that.”

  Rylee turned her head and kissed my cheek, sending a shot of warmth to my heart. “I know.”

  My arms tightened around her, my hands going to her ass and lifting her so our centers were aligned and she locked her ankles behind my back. “Right now,” I murmured as I placed soft, wet kisses along the column of her throat, “I think you need more orgasms. And, if I’m gonna knock you up, I better fill you with a fuck of a lot more come.”

  Rylee gasped, but I swallowed it when I covered her mouth with mine. We barely made it back to our room before I had us both naked and Rylee bouncing on my cock while I sucked on her big tits until she screamed my name. After releasing inside her, I was still hard—pretty much my permanent state since Rylee entered my life—so I flipped her onto all fours and plunged back in, fucking her hard and fast until she shuddered with another climax. Then I filled her so full of my seed that it was running down her thighs.

  Panting and sweaty, we collapsed on the bed, and I pulled her into my arms. I couldn’t imagine heaven had anything sweeter to offer than having my girl naked, sated, and safe in my arms. I wanted the moment to last forever.

  12

  Rylee

  I’d had more fun over the past two weeks at the Silver Saints compound than I had since my dad died. Nova made sure of it since he insisted on sticking close to me around the clock. Our days were split between the garage and tattoo parlor while our nights were full of pleasure.

  Dom had agreed to the apprenticeship, but Nova needed to get back to work at the tattoo parlor. We’d set up a schedule where we rotated between the two club-owned businesses, which worked out great. One day, I’d spend hours under the hood of the classic Jag, and the next, I’d get to watch Nova create amazing art using his customers’ skin as his canvas. I’d never thought about getting a tattoo before, but I was intrigued by the idea of sitting in Nova’s chair while he put his ink on me. But the place would have to be closed because there was a one-hundred-percent chance I’d end up naked and screaming his name by the time he was done...which was probably a big part of why I was tempted to get one. And maybe I was feeling a little needy because tomorrow was the first day we were going to spend apart since Nova had randomly decided he was okay with me being at the garage without him hovering over me.

  Tracing my fingers over the black lines of the fierce eagle with its talons stretched out over his chest, I murmured, “Is there anything you’d want to tattoo onto me?”

  He must not have thought I was being serious because his voice was filled with humor when he replied, “Yeah, my property patch right over your pussy.”

  I poked my finger into his side before shifting position so I could meet his eyes. “I wasn’t joking around, Nova. I think maybe I want a tattoo.”

  “When that maybe is a definitely, you can be damn sure I’ll jump at the chanc
e to put my ink on you.” His hand drifted over my stomach. “But we’ll want to check to see if you’re pregnant first, so I’ll know if I need to be extra careful with you.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Like you aren’t always ridiculously cautious when it comes to me.”

  “Only because you mean everything to me.” His abdominal muscles flexed as he curled up to claim my mouth in a quick kiss. “Which is why you should take a pregnancy test, so we know for sure in case you decide you want my ink on you soon.”

  “I can’t be pregnant,” I huffed with another roll of my eyes.

  He arched one dark brow. “Wrong, angel. With the amount of come I’ve pumped into your pussy over the past two weeks, I’d be shocked as fuck if I haven’t knocked you up yet.”

  “No, I can’t be. Not yet,” I whispered, shaking my head as I started to freak out.

  “Shh, Rylee. Everything will be okay.” Nova stroked his palm down my back until I calmed down. Then he tilted my head back, his dark eyes worried when they met mine. “Why does the possibility of being pregnant with my baby scare you so much? Don’t you know how much I fucking love you?”

  This was the first time he’d said those three little words—or four since he’d added the f-word in the middle of his declaration. I’d felt how much I meant to him because he showed me each and every day, but hearing him say it hit me right in the heart. I sniffled a little before I said, “It has nothing to do with how much we love each other.”

  “You love me, too?”

  His sexy smile made it difficult for me to focus on our conversation, even with how serious the topic was. “Of course, I do. Don’t be ridiculous.”

  “Then what’s the problem, angel?” he asked as his fingers sifted through my curls.

  “You make me feel so safe that it’s so easy to forget why you had to come rescue me, but my life is still in danger.” My hand cupped my stomach as the horrific possibilities flashed through my head. “I’d never forgive myself if something happened to our baby because of me.”