Silver Saints MC: Volume 1

by Davenport, Fiona

  “I love you too, angel.” I pulled her in for a more thorough kiss that left us both breathless. When I released her lips, I gave her a lopsided smile and winked. “Did I fulfill my end of the bargain to your satisfaction?”

  Harlowe laughed and threw herself into my arms, bowling me over so we both ended up on the ground in a tangle of arms and legs. She kissed me hard and straddled my body, bringing my cock to attention. “Definitely. But now I’m more interested in the other type of satisfaction you promised me.” She ground her pussy down on my dick and moaned.

  In a flash, I reversed our positions and grinned down at the love of my life. “I aim to please, angel.”

  Epilogue

  Harlowe

  Lifting my head, I looked toward the hospital room door when my stepdaughter—something it took me a while to get used to calling her since Larissa was only a year younger than me—poked her head into the room and asked, “Hey, are you guys ready for visitors?”

  I was exhausted from giving birth an hour or so ago, but that didn’t stop me from smiling and nodding. Even though she lived in Timber Ridge with her husband, I’d still grown close to her over the past nine months since our pregnancies had overlapped. Her and Kace’s baby boy, Talon, was only two months older than our son.

  “Get your butt in here and meet your baby brother, sweetie,” Link ordered, looking at her over his shoulder from his spot in the chair next to the bed. Harrison was swathed in a blue blanket and cuddled against his chest.

  Larissa flung the door open and rushed into the room, with her husband following close behind her. Kace had Talon strapped to his chest in a carrier, and I couldn’t wait to watch my sexy biker walk around with Harrison the same way. Preferably without a shirt on so I could stare at his fine ass and the amazing tattoo he’d put on his back for me every time he turned around.

  “Oh my gosh! He’s so precious,” Larissa cooed, kneeling next to her dad and reaching out to stroke her finger against Harrison’s cheek. Link wrapped his free arm around her shoulder and gave her a hug. “You did good, Dad.”

  Link smiled at her. “Thanks, sweetie.”

  “But I don’t see Talon ever calling Harrison his uncle since your grandson is older than your son,” she pointed out with a big grin.

  Link chuckled and shook his head. He had grown used to her giving him shit about the twenty-year age gap between her and her little brother. “The boys are family; it doesn’t matter what they call each other.”

  “True,” Larissa conceded, her smile growing wider. “But maybe we should rethink what Talon is going to call you. Instead of grandpa, we should go with something like granddaddy so it’s closer to what Harrison will call you so you don’t get confused in your old age.”

  Link glared up at his daughter, but her son came to her rescue. Talon let out a little wail, shoving his fist into his mouth. Larissa popped a pacifier in, but he spat it right back out and fussed again. “Uh-oh, someone’s getting hungry.”

  “C’mon, baby. Let’s get Talon back to your dad’s place before everyone comes running to find out what’s wrong,” Kace suggested. “He’s got one hell of a set of lungs on him, and you know how impatient he gets when he’s hungry.”

  “Yeah, he’s a chip off the old block when it comes to getting to my—”

  Kace gently pressed his hand over Larissa’s mouth, and I giggled. Since she was breastfeeding, I knew she was going to make a sassy comment about her boobs. So had her dad, who looked less than thrilled by the possible mention of her sex life. Even though his daughter was married with a baby of her own, Link liked to pretend that she and Kace never had sex and his grandson was a product of immaculate conception. It cracked me up because he got super irritated when my brother acted the same way about me. The two most important men in my life had a lot in common, even if Huntley didn’t want to admit it. My brother had given us his blessing—and had somehow gotten leave to fly into town and give me away when we got married—but they’d never be best friends. Neither would Link and his daughter’s husband.

  Link glared at Kace while he got up, settled Harrison in my arms, and kissed Larissa and Talon goodbye. Not even five minutes after they left, Cat and a bunch of the guys came in to meet Harrison, who was back in Link’s arms. I scanned the crowd and noticed someone was missing. “Where’s Dom?” He was the Silver Saint I was closest to—other than Link, obviously. I liked to spend time in the garage, and he worked on his bike out there a lot. I’d expected him to be one of the first through the door with Cat.

  My childhood neighbor ignored my question as she made a beeline to the baby, but Scout stopped to kiss my cheek and answered, “You know how much he wanted to be here, pinkie. But he had some shit go down while you were in labor, and I’m not sure how quickly he’s going to be able to wrap it up.”

  He’d been excited about Harrison’s birth, so it had to be something serious to keep him away from the hospital. “What happened?”

  Scout gently chucked me under the chin and shook his head. “That’s his story to tell.”

  Extra Epilogue

  Link

  Harlowe sauntered into my office looking smug, her sexy hips swaying enticingly, and tossed her vest onto the couch on the wall to the left of the door. Even after seven years together, it took nothing but thinking about her to get me hard.

  When my gaze returned to her face, I narrowed my eyes. “What’s the look for, angel?” I asked suspiciously.

  She blinked her eyes innocently. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “You lookin’ for a spanking, Harlowe?”

  Her cheeks tinged with pink, and I had to stifle a grin. We both knew she loved it when I slapped her ass, but no matter how many times we’d fucked, or how dirty it got, she still blushed like a virgin. It was adorable and sexy as hell at the same time.

  “Maybe later,” she said, her tone a little breathless.

  I held out my hand for her to come to me, and she walked closer but stopped just outside my reach, making me frown.

  “Get your pretty little ass over here, angel,” I commanded gruffly. I was hard as a fucking rock and...my thoughts were abruptly interrupted when I noticed what my wife was wearing. Tight jeans encased her gorgeous legs—I wasn’t real happy about how they molded her body, but at least it covered them. Her shirt was another story.

  Her top covered her big tits, but only two tiny straps held it up, and the material barely covered her stomach with her small baby bump. What had me really fucking pissed was that I’d seen this top before, and I knew that the back was open, revealing her smooth, gorgeous skin to every motherfucker she walked by. Which meant she wasn’t wearing a bra—something I’d expressly forbidden.

  “Thought I burned that sorry excuse for a shirt,” I said accusingly.

  Harlowe smiled sweetly, trying to distract me, and it almost worked. I shook my head and crooked my finger at her, my expression clearly conveying my displeasure.

  Unfortunately, while I sent every prospect and many of my brothers running in the opposite direction when I glared at them like this, my wife just laughed.

  “You’re hot when you get all growly and possessive, but that’s not why I wore this,” she informed me, her smug expression returning. “Just a perk.” She winked, and I nearly jumped out of my seat to take her to the ground and bury my cock in her tight pussy. But first, she was going to get that spanking she’d earned.

  “I decided it was time to pay you back for stealing my winnings over the years,” she announced as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared me down.

  My brow furrowed in confusion.

  “You’ve been traipsing off to get your tattoos without me, even though I very clearly won the right to pick them.”

  Her exasperated tone made me smile. She was right; I’d been a sneaky son of a bitch, knowing that one of those times, she’d have a unicorn tattooed on my ass. After the first bet, when I’d had the angel wings and halo added to the tattoo on my back, she’d won
twice more over the years. Of course, I’d won more often than that, but my prizes always involved Harlowe being naked.

  Each time she’d won, her bet had been another tattoo, and I’d snuck off to have it done. I’d added a falling feather with Harrison’s name on it. Then she’d beat me again after Xander was born, so I’d done the same with his. Whether or not we had another bet, I’d be adding another little feather for our daughter, Scarlet, after she was born.

  “And wearing shit like this is how you’re paying me back?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “Because I’m pretty sure you’re the one who’s going to pay for this little stunt, angel.”

  Harlowe huffed and slammed her hands on her hips. “Stop getting me all hot and bothered while I’m trying to make a point!”

  I grinned unrepentantly. Harlowe was always up for a ride, but when she was pregnant, I could barely keep her off my cock. “I’m pointing right at you, angel,” I rumbled slyly with a gesture in the general direction of my crotch.

  “For the love of…” She threw her hands in the air, stomped over, and lifted the back of her shirt. “It was my turn to sneak off and get a tattoo!” She spun around, and my jaw practically hit the floor.

  The top half of Harlowe’s back was outlined with the start of a tattoo. It was the same design as on the back of her Silver Saints vest. The MC logo and the words, “Property of Link.”

  “Fuck,” I rasped. My dick was doing its best to rip through my jeans, and my pulse was pounding in my head while blood roared in my ears. “Shut. The. Door,” I gritted out through a clenched jaw.

  Harlowe dropped her shirt and turned around, her expression filled with uncertainty. “You don’t like it?”

  I shook my head, trying to clear away some of the thick fog of desire surrounding me. “Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen next to your pussy, angel,” I grunted. “I need to be inside you while I stare at my brand. Shut and lock the door and lose the clothes.”

  Harlowe hurried to do as she’d been told, and I carefully stood, releasing a painful hiss. By the time she’d returned to me, in nothing but a tiny black thong, I’d freed my cock. I grabbed her around the waist and gave her a deep, hard kiss before spinning her around and bending her over the desk, so only her tits were flat against the top, protecting her belly. Then I stretched her arms up over her head. “Grab the edge and hold on.”

  I ripped her panties away and gently touched the design on her back before I grasped her hips and slammed inside her.

  “Link!” she cried out.

  I immediately slapped a hand over her mouth. “Quiet, Harlowe. I don’t want to have to shoot a motherfucker for hearing what’s for my ears only.”

  She moaned when I retreated, dragging my shaft along her walls, then I felt her lips press together. “Can you be quiet, angel?”

  Harlowe nodded frantically, and I slowly removed my hand to put it back on the swell of her hips. Her inner muscles squeezed, and I lost my damn mind. I pounded into her with so much force the desk scraped along the floor. “So fucking hot, angel. Love seeing my brand on you, baby. Your pussy is soaked. Oh, fuck yeah.”

  I glanced down at where we were joined, and just seeing my dick come out shiny with her juices caused a tingling to start at the base of my spine.

  “Link,” she whispered through panting breaths. “I need to come.”

  I was right there with her, so I slipped a hand around to rub her clit while I drove in even faster. “Come, angel.”

  Harlowe threw her head back and bit her lip to muffle her scream as she flew apart. Her pussy massaged my shaft as it pulsed with her climax, and the sensation caused my release to crash into me like driving my bike into a wall. I collared her throat and pulled her up and against me, then buried my head in her hair to muffle my own shout of ecstasy.

  After a few seconds, my legs buckled, and I fell onto my chair, keeping my woman on my lap with my cock sheathed in her tight heat. “Fuck,” I muttered, suddenly exhausted.

  “So, you like it then?” Harlowe quipped with a giggle.

  I swept her hair to the side and stared at the beautiful mark. “It’s amazing. The artist...” I trailed off as a thought occurred to me. “Who the fuck touched you?” I roared.

  Harlowe jumped in surprise and whipped her head to the side so she could look at me. Instead of the guilty expression I expected, she looked irritated. But if anyone had the right to be irritated as fuck, it was me. She’d allowed someone else to put their hands on her...while she’d been topless. A red haze colored everything in sight as rage bubbled up.

  “Relax, babe. I went to Nova.”

  My club brother was an incredibly talented artist, and he’d done all my ink. “I’m going to kill the motherfucker,” I growled. Although, I was relieved that she had gone to Nova. He was the only one I would trust to tattoo my pregnant wife. I knew there would be no risk of infection with him.

  “Lincoln!” Harlowe protested, jumping off my lap. She moaned as I slipped out of her, despite her attempt to be mad. If I hadn’t been so fucking pissed, I would have flashed her a cocky smile.

  Instead, I was homicidal. “He practically saw you naked, Harlowe!”

  She glared at me, her hands planted on her hips and her gorgeous tits bouncing with her furious breaths. It was distracting as fuck, but I still managed to hold on to my anger.

  “I wore that stupid shirt so I wouldn’t have to be topless, Lincoln,” she snapped.

  Knowing she’d been at least partially covered helped ease away some of the red haze, but I was still pretty sure I was going to kick Nova’s ass. I started marching toward the door when her small hand latched onto my arm.

  “Would you rather I went to someone else?”

  Okay, that stopped me in my tracks. We didn’t have any female artists, and even if we did, nobody was better than Nova. Not only when it came to the ink itself. He kept the shop immaculate, clean, and clear of anything else that regularly touched the life of a patch or prospect.

  She was right, and we both knew it. I growled as I contemplated whether I still wanted to smash Nova’s pretty face.

  “Don’t, Link,” Harlowe said quietly. There was a hint of laughter in her voice that had me turning to her with a raised eyebrow. Did she think this was funny?”

  She shook her head. “He’s got enough on his plate with the assignment Mac just handed him.”

  My eyes narrowed. I kept her from most club business, not wanting the darker parts to touch her or our kids.

  Then she blushed. “Bridget spilled the beans. Prez stuck him with babysitting duty.”

  A sense of evil satisfaction slithered through me, making me smile and rub my hands together. The boys and I were going to give him so much shit he’d be eating it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. That asshole had it coming for flirting with our women all the time.

  “Link,” Harlowe said in an admonishing tone. “Leave him alone. According to Bridget, she’s a spitfire and will put him in his place. Probably run him in circles, too. Let her handle him.”

  I opened my mouth to argue, but she flashed me a sexy smile and bent to pick up her clothes, flashing her juicy ass in my face. Then she stood, and that gorgeous tat stared back at me.

  I snatched the fabric and tossed it away, then pressed the front of my body against the back of hers, my hands sliding up her ribs to cup her tits. “Whose property are you, angel?”

  “Did you read the brand on my back?”

  “Tell me, Harlowe Nash,” I demanded, my cock nestling into the crack of her ass.

  “You, Lincoln Nash. I’m all yours.”

  “Too fucking right,” I grunted. Then I swept my wife into my arms and returned to my desk chair, setting her astride me and slowly lowering her onto my steel rod until I was fully seated inside her tight heat again. “Now, ride your man, angel.”

  Dom

  On the run after being in the wrong place at the wrong time, Lucy Diamond was desperate enough to try anything. Picking the pocket of a sex
y biker turned out to be the best decision she ever made.

  As an enforcer for the Silver Saints MC, Dominic “Dom” Lazar had a reputation for being ruthless. But the last thing he wanted to do was punish the tiny beauty who tried to steal his wallet. Lucy was welcome to anything he had since he planned to claim her as his own.

  1

  Lucy

  My stomach let out a loud growl, and I struggled to hold back tears of frustration. I had never felt so hungry in my life. Until about a week ago, my life was fairly normal. I had a decent job that I didn’t love but paid okay. My apartment wasn’t anything to write home about, and I didn’t have a roommate, so the space was all mine to do with what I wanted, when I wanted. My car was only five years old and still had another year on the extended warranty. And I always had food in my kitchen, even if it was mostly generic stuff.

  That life felt as though it were a million years behind me. I probably didn’t have a job anymore since I’d been a no-show for five days in a row. I hadn’t been inside my apartment since the last morning I’d left for work. And I hadn’t eaten a decent meal since the dollar-menu burger I’d gotten yesterday afternoon—although calling it a “decent meal” was a stretch. The only thing I still had going for me was my car, which was a good thing because it also served as my home at the moment.

  After putting ten dollars into the tank—and cringing at how little cash I had left—I parked in a spot on the main drag in a town that was more than five hundred miles away from where I lived. Tired of being cooped up in my car, I decided to get out and stretch my legs. A few doors down, I spotted a help wanted sign in the window of a diner and briefly considered going in to ask about the job. I’d waited tables before, but it didn’t look like the kind of place that would be willing to hire me under the table and my safety depended on me flying under the radar at the moment.