Silver Saints MC: Volume 1

by Davenport, Fiona

  I lowered my head and sucked lightly on her bottom lip before sealing our mouths together in a deep kiss. My tongue swept inside, and I grunted in approval when hers timidly tangled with mine.

  “You taste like fucking heaven, baby,” I mumbled as I placed hot, wet kisses along her jaw and down the long column of her throat. She moaned and the sound shot through me, taking the little blood I had left in my brain straight to my groin.

  I pulled back, just a little, and took in the sight of her sprawled on my bed, wearing my cut. A declaration that she was mine. In that moment, I knew, I’d have to figure out another way to bargain with Pierce. Bridget wasn’t going anywhere; I was keeping her. Age be damned. Fuck the rivalry with her father. Screw anything and everything that might keep me from her. I’d steamroll over anything in my way.

  Part of me wanted to take things sweet and slow for her, but I was still amped up from almost seeing her mowed down and the fury at the bruising and scratches on her arms.

  I practically ripped the clothes from her body and then quickly shucked my own. Fuck, but she was beautiful. All pale, creamy skin, with a sprinkling of freckles that I couldn’t wait to connect with my tongue. Rosy nipples puckered on her generous tits, begging for my mouth. Her blue eyes were wide and glazed with desire, while her flaming red hair was spread out around her like a halo of fire.

  Gathering her tight to me, I hissed out a breath at the electricity that sizzled everywhere our naked skin touched. Her hands caressed my face before delving into my hair and yanking my face down so she could claim a deep kiss. I couldn’t help a small chuckle at her attempt at being aggressive. It was cute as fuck and yet, also incredibly sexy.

  I shifted so my throbbing cock was nestled in the curls at the juncture of her thighs. Her pussy was hot, and I slid through her wetness as it coated the underside of my dick. I wanted so badly to bury myself fast and hard inside her, but her obvious innocence caused me to hesitate.

  “Are you a virgin, baby?” I asked gruffly. I was pretty sure I knew her answer but I asked anyway, to be certain. I wanted her either way, but if some other motherfucker had touched my woman, I would hunt him down and wipe her from his memory.

  A sweet blush stole over her face, spreading down over her chest. She nodded shyly and squirmed underneath me. “Don’t move like that, Bridget,” I snapped. She froze, and I immediately attempted to soften my tone. “I don’t want to lose control and be too rough with you, baby.”

  Her blush intensified and her eyes dropped to my chest, staring intently at my ink. “What if I want you to lose control? To be raw and real with me?”

  Fucking hell. This woman was perfect. So innocent and seemingly shy. But there was a wildcat hiding in there, I was sure of it. It was going to become my mission in life to get her to open up and be comfortable being herself.

  “Gotta be gentle with you this first time. Don’t worry, someone is going to lose control,”—I grinned—“it just won’t be me.” I was determined and little cocky, completely confident in my ability to hold back. I’d never given myself to a woman completely. I’d never give up that level of control.

  I didn’t wait for her to respond, instead I set about my goal starting with her deliciously tempting nipples. I sucked each peak in turn, lavishing them with my tongue and scraping them gently through my teeth. Then I kissed my way down her body until I was nestled between her thighs. “Been craving another taste of this pussy. Haven’t been able to get it out of my mind.” Since I would have to be careful when it came time to put my cock in her, I allowed myself to go a little crazy with my mouth at her core. I tongue-fucked her hard, reveling in her moans and shivers. Then I pumped her with two fingers while I feasted on her clit. It didn’t take long to drive her over the edge, and I lapped up every bit of her juices as she screamed my name.

  Part of me could have stayed there all day, making her come over and over with my mouth and hand. But my cock was leaking heavily and painfully hard.

  I climbed back up and slid my cock through her drenched pussy again, getting it good and wet, knowing her slickness would make getting my large dick inside her a little easier.

  Slowly, I eased the tip in and already her pussy began squeezing. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I grunted. “Put your legs around me, baby.” She did as she was told, and I slid in another inch. I worked myself in slowly, allowing her to adjust to my size before moving deeper. By the time I was fully seated inside her, I was dripping with sweat from my efforts to hold back.

  “Jared,” Bridget moaned as she writhed and her inner muscles clenched.

  I fucking lost it. I pulled out, almost all the way, and then thrust in fast and hard until I was balls deep again. I felt mindless with lust as I repeated the action, increasing in speed and pounding my cock in her pussy. Her screams of pleasure fed my need for her and I shoved her legs up so her knees went to her chest. The new angle allowed me to slide in even deeper, and I shouted at the overwhelming sensation.

  I tried to keep a thread of sanity about me, to make sure I wasn’t hurting her. But her hips bucked, meeting me thrust for thrust, her mouth opened and her head was thrown back in ecstasy.

  “I could live inside your pussy, baby.” I growled. “That’s right, squeeze the fuck out of my cock. Take every fucking inch.”

  “Yes! Jared. Yes!” she cried out.

  I was close, I could feel the telling tingle in my spine. I leaned down and sucked on her nipples as my fingers deftly found her bundle of nerves and pushed her higher. Suddenly her whole body tensed and she shattered with an ear-splitting scream.

  My cock exploded with my release as my roar of surrender practically shook the walls. I kept a steady rhythm, my cock filling her so full of my come it was spilling from her womb. To my shock, Bridget exploded once more and it set off another small orgasm in me. I would have thought my dick was thoroughly empty, but the ejaculations just kept on pulsing.

  Finally, I began to soften as Bridget’s shudders subsided and our heart rates slowed. Fucking A. I’d never experienced anything like this, it was fucking intense.

  I stared down at her gorgeous face in silence for a few minutes. Her eyes were closed and her face was filled with blissful contentment.

  This had changed everything, and I had to make sure she was completely aware. “Baby, look at me,” I gruffed. Her eyes opened languidly, the blue orbs hazy with afterglow. “There’s no turning back, Bridget,” I told her seriously. “This means you’re mine. Do you understand that? I won’t be letting you go.”

  8

  Bridget

  Apparently, the third time was the charm when it came to my stay with the Silver Saints because I found myself wrapped tight in Mac’s arms after waking up. I was still exhausted, but incredibly grateful to not have overslept and missed out on the experience. Although we’d spent most of the previous day in bed, we’d barely gotten any sleep—but I’d certainly gotten an extremely thorough introduction into passion. Mac had wrung orgasm after orgasm out of my body until we both collapsed. Shifting in Mac’s arms, I felt the impact of how we’d spent that time in muscles I hadn’t even known I had.

  That didn’t stop me from reaching out to gently trace the inked lines on his skin like I’d always wanted to do. Or from rubbing my cheek against his beard, the rough glide reminding me of all the places where my skin had beard burn. And it certainly didn’t make me reconsider tugging the sheet lower until his hard length popped free from where it had been tenting the material. I peeked up at his face to find his eyes still closed and his face relaxed. Trailing my fingers down his six-pack abs, I slowly wiggled out of his arms. Then I rose up on my knees and lowered my head to lick at the bead of moisture on the tip of his cock. Mac’s low groan when my tongue stroked against his heated flesh had my head jerking back up. His pale green eyes were open, alert...and focused on me.

  “You wake up hungry for me, baby?”

  “Hungry?” I echoed.

  My gaze followed the movement of his hand as h
e reached down to grip his cock and stroke it. “You wanna wrap those lips of yours around my cock the same way I’m starving for a taste of your sweet little pussy?”

  “Yes. Yes, I do.” I licked my lips, watching his hand move up and down. I couldn’t tear my eyes away because it was ridiculously sexy. Even after all the orgasms he’d given me, I was more turned on than I’d ever been before. Watching what he was doing made me more than hungry for him; that was for sure.

  His free hand slid up my thigh, under the shirt I was wearing. It was one of his, and it hit me mid-thigh. I’d pulled it on before passing out, not bothering with panties, so his touch met nothing but bare skin. “Then come sit on my face so we can both get what we want.”

  With a nudge on my hip, he guided me towards his shoulders. Moving carefully, I straddled them with my pussy right over his head. He shoved the shirt up and over my hips so I was fully exposed to his gaze. The position made me feel vulnerable, and a deep flush washed over my skin.

  “Lower, baby. Settle that pretty pussy right over my mouth so I can get my taste.”

  I nearly moaned at the sensual command in his tone as I inched my hips lower. My legs trembled at the first swipe of his tongue, and I had to brace a hand on Mac’s thigh before I collapsed on top of his body. He lapped at me, and my hips chased his mouth as I lost all train of thought.

  He gripped the base of his cock to aim it at my lips. “Don’t forget you were going to get a taste too, baby. I want to feel those lips wrapped around my cock while I fuck you with my tongue.”

  “It’s your fault I forgot what I was doing,” I laughed. “You’re too darn good at what you’re doing to me.”

  “It’s a good thing you think so because I plan on eating this pussy all the fucking time.”

  “Oh my,” I sighed as he went back to it. Before I lost the ability to do anything but scream in ecstasy, I lowered my head to run my tongue around the crown of his cock. When I opened my mouth wide over his length, his hips bucked upwards. He was in control of both of our pleasure, with his mouth eating at me while he fed me his cock. He kept one hand wrapped around the base, and the other dug into my hip as he pulled me down so his mouth could reach my clit. When his lips closed around it and tugged, I exploded. Whimpering around a mouthful of cock, I rode my orgasm out while he continued to pump in and out of my mouth until he yanked me off and came on my chest in spurts.

  When his cock stopped twitching, I flopped onto my back on the mattress next to him. “We should wake up hungry more often.” My stomach chose that moment to make a rumbling noise, and Mac’s followed suit. I burst into a fit of giggles, laughing even harder when his low chuckle echoed around me. “I guess I’d better get up and hit the kitchen. Get us some real food.”

  “Stay in bed and rest. I’ll let Cat know that you aren’t up to helping this morning.”

  “I want to,” I reassured him. “Gotta feed my man since he can’t survive—”

  “On just your delicious pussy alone,” he finished for me with a grin.

  I shook my head and rolled my eyes, blushing as I hopped off the mattress and headed into the bathroom to clean up. When I came back out, Mac was gone. But he’d left a pair of jeans, one of his shirts, and his cut for me on the bed. I pulled on the clothes and went to the kitchen, coming up short when Cat flashed me a genuine smile.

  “Morning,” I greeted her cautiously, more than a little weirded out by her reaction to me since it was the opposite of how she’d been treating me ever since Mac had brought me here. Then her eyes darted to the bruises and scratches she’d left on me the day before, and I figured she was feeling guilty. “It looks way worse than it should because I bruise easily.”

  “You have every right to hate me since I’ve been a royal bitch to you,” she started.

  “I don’t hate you.” I moved closer, shaking my head. “I mean, yeah, you were a total bitch. But I get it with how the situation is between the Silver Saints and the Hounds of Hellfire.”

  “Which is exactly why I expected you to tell Mac that it was my fault. All of it.”

  “All of what?” Scout growled from behind me. I twirled around and found him glaring at Cat.

  “I—”

  “It’s nothing,” I interrupted.

  “Didn’t sound like nothing to me,” he argued. “Is Blue right, Kitty Cat?”

  “No,” she whispered, her voice sounding uncertain and lacking her usual confidence.

  “One of you’d better tell me what the fuck is going on.”

  “The bruises and scratches on Bridget’s arms are my fault,” Cat blurted out.

  Scout lifted one of my wrists to examine the marks on my skin. “Mac was pissed as fuck about these.”

  “Yeah,” I admitted softly.

  “He didn’t know how they happened, though.”

  “Because she didn’t tell,” Cat said. “Just like she didn’t say anything about how I made her run outta here crying yesterday when I ripped her to shreds.”

  “Shit, Kitty Cat,” he groaned. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

  “That she was a pawn who didn’t deserve my respect. A pampered princess who didn’t belong here, and I was stuck with her until her father finally caves and gives Mac what he wants.”

  “You’re my old lady. You know me. Would I ever give someone a nickname if I didn’t think they deserved my respect?” he asked.

  Cat shook her head.

  He jabbed a finger at the patch on Mac’s cut. “You, better than any other woman around here, should know what it means for Mac to give her that to wear.”

  Cat cringed. “I know, which is why I never should have told her—”

  “It doesn’t matter what was said,” I interrupted again, but for a different reason this time. I didn’t want to hear a repeat of the insults she’d flung at me yesterday, especially the ones about some other woman wearing Mac’s cut in the future. Not after spending all day and night in his bed.

  Scout gave me a considering look. “My woman and I don’t keep secrets from each other.”

  I gave him a disbelieving look because we both knew darn well that with club business being what it was, there were things he kept from her.

  “Not with shit like this,” he growled.

  “It’s girl stuff. None of your concern,” I insisted, putting a little bit of haughtiness in my tone. “Besides which, it’s over and done with so there’s nothing to worry about. Cat and I are good with each other.”

  He shifted his gaze to Cat. “You good with Blue now, Kitty Cat?”

  “Damn straight.” She nodded as she stepped to my side, presenting a united front. “From now on, I’ve got Blue’s back the same way she had mine.”

  “Good,” Scout grunted. “That’s the way it should be since you’re the VP’s old lady and she’s the Prez’s.”

  The Prez’s old lady. Wow. Getting kidnapped by Mac really was the best thing that’d ever happened to me.

  9

  Mac

  I wanted nothing more than to spend another day lost in Bridget’s delicious body, but I had shit to do. Not the least of which was coming up with a new plan. Pierce wasn’t getting his daughter back, so I needed a new way to get ahold of the asshole who’d beat up my guy.

  Sitting at my desk, I forced myself to focus on some paperwork until there was a soft knock at my door. “Yeah?” I called. Looking up, I felt a smile spread across my lips as Bridget came into the room with a tray full of food. Honestly, I was a little worried my face was going to break, I hadn’t smiled this much in years.

  I leaned back in my chair as she scooted in front of me to set the tray down, then grabbed her waist and hoisted her into my lap. Her squeak of surprise melted into a moan when I buried my face in her neck and nibbled on the soft flesh.

  “I could get used to this,” I mumbled. “Having you for first breakfast and then being served a second one by you while wearing my cut”—she giggled and squirmed, causing my already semi-hard cock to turn to steel
—“If you don’t stop wiggling, you’ll be my morning snack too.”

  Grabbing her chin, I turned her head and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Things were starting to heat up when my door slammed open, bouncing off the wall. I scowled darkly at Scout as he sauntered into the room. “You forget how to fucking knock, Scout?”

  Scout grinned unapologetically as Bridget scurried off my lap, her face colored pink. “I was just leaving.”

  I was tempted to tell Scout to fuck off and continue with Bridget, but I had shit to discuss with him. I was going to need his help figuring out how to handle the fucking mess I’d created by claiming Bridget.

  “Come back at lunch, baby,” I called before she shut the door quietly behind her.

  Scout sprawled in a chair across from me and raised a brow. “I take it she’s gonna be a permanent fixture around here from now on.”

  “Damn straight,” I growled. “Anybody has a problem with that, they can leave their cut and get the fuck out.”

  “Whatever happed to ‘bros before hoes,’ man?” Scout scoffed.

  He was teasing, and I didn’t take the bait. “We aren’t in second grade. Now, you ready to stop acting like it and get the fuck to work?”

  “How you gonna handle the Hounds of Hellfire?”

  I scrubbed my hands down my face and grunted in frustration. “No fucking clue.”

  Just then, my phone rang and I grabbed it, barking, “Prez.”

  “I’ve got your man,” Pierce snapped on the other end of the line. “He’s willing to turn himself in to the police.”

  “That’s not how we handle this shit,” I growled.

  “Like I don’t fucking know that. But taking my baby girl was a step too far, Mac. You give her back to me, and I’ll convince Gil to deal with you rather than the police.”

  Fuck. I was going to have to stall until I could figure out my next step. I wasn’t going to let that motherfucking coward hide behind bars rather than face me. “Fine.” Scout pushed a handwritten note across the desk. I glanced down to see a date and location. “At the Junction race on Saturday.”