Breaker

by Davenport, Fiona

  Cat stalked over and snatched his plate off the table. “That’s the last slice of pie for you today, buddy.”

  “Damn,” he whined, his head hung low.

  “You know better than to talk shit about one of the old ladies around my kitty cat.” Scout stood and brushed a kiss against Cat’s cheek before walking past us and saying, “Nice to meet you, Vi.”

  “Vi?” Confused, I glanced up at Breaker. Had I been wrong all this time? Was I just one of the many women he paraded through the clubhouse?

  Breaker rolled his eyes before looking down at me. “Scout has a thing about nicknames. He gives them to all the old ladies. Mostly just to annoy us.”

  “Does he pick them out for you guys, too?” I’d been wondering how Sebastian got his.

  Scout shook his head. “Nah, those tend to happen naturally.”

  “Oh,” I chuckled, liking Scout right away.

  He jerked his thumb toward Sebastian. “Some of the guys have embarrassing stories behind theirs, but not Breaker. One of the kids overheard something about his B&E arrests when he was a prospect. They thought that was his name but couldn’t say it right because of how young they were, so Break and Enter became Breaker.”

  “Aw, that really is sweet.” I leaned into Sebastian’s side. “Why Vi for me?”

  Scout reached out to finger a lock of my hair. Breaker grabbed his hand, bending it at an awkward angle and growling, “Hands off, Scout. Unless you want to lose one.”

  A grin split Scout’s face, and he shook out his hand once Breaker released it. “Got it bad, huh?” He laughed and winked at me. “Badass purple hair made me think of violets. So, you’re Vi now.”

  “Um, okay,” I agreed with a giggle.

  “I’m Scout, in case you didn’t pick up on that. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you.”

  “How’d he have the chance to hear anything when Breaker just met her last night?” Rider asked.

  Dash shrugged. “Beats me.”

  “Ignore these two lug heads.” Cat gave me a wave and a smile. “Let me know what your favorite treat is, and I’ll make it for you tomorrow as a welcome.”

  “Thanks.” I grinned up at Sebastian. “I’m actually a fan of strawberry rhubarb pie, too.”

  His blue eyes heated as he asked, “Can you package that up so we can take it to my room, Cat?”

  “Already done,” she drawled with a wink before walking over to the counter to grab a foil-covered pan. She picked up a couple of forks and set them on top of the pie before carrying it over to us. “Enjoy.”

  “Oh, we will,” he growled as I took the pan from Cat. “We most definitely will.”

  No matter how good it smelled—or tasted—I knew he wasn’t talking about the pie. And I wholeheartedly agreed.

  9

  Breaker

  The trek from the kitchen to my room seemed to take for-fucking-ever. Ireland’s excitement didn’t diminish as we made our way there, but I sensed her nervousness rising. I was glad we’d waited until we had plenty of uninterrupted time for me to take care of her like she deserved.

  When we reached my door, I dropped her bags on the ground and turned to cup her cheeks. “We’ll go as slow as you want, baby. Just trust me to take care of you.”

  “I do,” she breathed, her cheeks blooming with pink and her hazel eyes sparkling with anticipation.

  I brushed a kiss over her lips but pulled back quickly so it wouldn’t get out of hand when we were two steps away from privacy. After unlocking the door, I picked up the bags and kicked it open, then waited for Ireland to enter before following her.

  The light on the dresser was on, and I made a note to send the prez’s old lady, Bridget, whatever she wanted as a thank you. I’d never had a girl in my room at the clubhouse, but it was still a bachelor pad. Bridget had asked me if I wanted someone to put fresh sheets on the bed and towels in the bathroom. I’d asked Mac to kiss her for me, which earned me a growl that made me glad I’d said it over the phone and not in person.

  But that wasn’t all they’d done; the room had been picked up and cleaned from top to bottom. I imagined the bathroom was the same way. There was also a vase of brightly colored flowers on the desk with a card propped against it.

  “Um, Breaker?”

  “Yeah, baby?” I tossed her shit in the closet to be unpacked later and turned to find her reading the card.

  “The women...they invited me to go to lunch with them in a few days.”

  Her voice was thick, and I rushed over to see why that had upset her. “You don’t have to go, Ireland. They won’t be offended.”

  She shook her head and swallowed hard. “No, it’s not that. It’s just...beyond my girls, I’ve never had friends to do that kind of stuff with. Women don’t usually, um, get me, you know?”

  I brushed her silky hair away from her face and kissed her forehead. “Told you. Silver Saints have great taste in women. Especially me.”

  Ireland giggled and set the card back on the desk before wrapping her arms around my neck. “Apparently, I know how to pick ’em too.”

  “Damn straight,” I grunted as I fisted her hair and gently drew her head back. Her hazel eyes were heated, and when she licked her lips, I couldn't wait another second. I crushed my mouth over hers and licked the seam of her lips, groaning in approval when she immediately opened them.

  My tongue swept in to explore her taste, and her sweet flavor made me hungry for more. So much more. I grasped the hem of her sweatshirt, and with monumental effort, I tore my mouth from hers so I could whip both of her shirts over her head. Her tits were small, but they were round and perky, a perfect fit for my hands and mouth. They jiggled with her heavy breaths, nearly popping out of her red lace bra.

  I tugged the cups down and palmed the milky mounds. My cock jerked when her hard little nipples poked into my hands, and I shifted my hold so I could take one rigid bud into my mouth.

  “Sebastian,” Ireland whispered as she arched into my mouth. I sucked hard, and she shuddered, a moan falling from her lips. Switching to the other breast, I moved my hands to her ass and boosted her up so her legs wrapped around my waist as I stumbled to the bed. I let her nipple go with a pop so I could drop her on the mattress.

  She giggled as she bounced once, but the sound quickly faded when I tackled the button and zipper on her jeans. Once they were undone, I hooked my fingers into the waistband and yanked her jeans, yoga pants, and panties all off in one fell swoop. My mouth watered at the sight of her glistening pussy. She was trimmed neat and short, so I could see how fucking drenched her folds were, and I was suddenly ravenous.

  I dropped to my knees and pushed her legs wide, then I slipped my hands under her ass and lifted her center up to my mouth. After a single lick, I groaned. “You taste so fucking good.”

  “That feels incredible,” Ireland moaned when I ran my tongue up her slit and circled her clit.

  “It’s gonna get a whole fuck of a lot better.” I feasted on her until she’d crested twice, calling out my name as she rode out her climaxes. I’d pushed myself to the brink of my control, and if I didn’t get inside her fast, I was going to come in my pants. They were already damp from the small amounts of precome that had escaped while I’d been eating my girl’s pussy.

  Quickly getting to my feet, I pulled off my shirt and tossed it aside, then shucked my pants in the same direction. My cock was long and hard, standing in front of my stomach with the head purple and swollen.

  Ireland’s eyes rounded, and her sexy little mouth formed an O that made me think of them wrapped around my shaft. Later. That will definitely be happening later.

  “Um, I don’t think you’re going to fit,” she whispered, her voice hesitant.

  “Trust me, baby,” I said as I adjusted her body so she was lying in the middle of the bed before crawling over her so I covered her from head to toe. “You were made for me. I have no doubt your tight little pussy is gonna take every inch of me.”

  She gulped but
nodded, and I kissed her. When she began to relax and kiss me back with equal fervor, I nudged her legs apart and settled between them. The tip of my cock bumped her entrance, and she sucked in a breath. When I pulled back to make sure she was all right, her expression was filled with excitement, and her eyes swirled with desire.

  Dropping my head again, I took one of her nipples in my mouth while my fingers pinched and plucked the other. Ireland cried out and arched her back, pushing more of her breast into my mouth.

  Slowly, I pushed my shaft inside, letting her adjust as she stretched around my considerable girth. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I grunted when I released her nipple. I moved to the opposite one and kept filling her until my tip hit the barrier of her virginity.

  Rising a little, I looked her in the eyes and asked, “Are you on anything?”

  “Oh! I forgot about that.” Ireland’s face crumpled, and she looked as though she might cry. “No, I’m not on birth control.”

  “Good,” I stated firmly. Then I took her mouth in a deep kiss. She was trembling with need when I raised my head and met her gaze again. “Gonna go in bare, baby. I don’t want anything between us.”

  Ireland’s cheeks burned, but she gave me a sweet smile. “Okay. You can pull out, right?”

  I shook my head. “Not happening. I’m going to come inside you, fill you up, and make sure I’ve put my kid in you. And if it doesn’t happen this time, I’m gonna fuck you every chance I get until it takes.” A wicked grin stole across my face. “Although, I don’t see that changing once you’re pregnant.”

  “You-you, um, you want to get me pregnant?” Ireland sputtered.

  “Fuck, yeah, I can’t wait to see you big and round with our baby.”

  Ireland’s face went soft, and she smiled. “Okay.” Then she frowned thoughtfully before adding, “As long as you don’t expect me to stop performing.”

  “Are you kidding?” I asked in surprise. “I don’t want to change one thing about you, and that includes your job. I would never deprive the world of your talent, baby.”

  She smiled happily and whispered, “Okay then.”

  “Are you ready for me to pop that cherry, baby? Because I’m on my last thread of control.” I had no fucking clue how I’d managed to have this conversation with my fat cock partially gloved by her snug, virgin pussy.

  “Yes,” she breathed. “More than ready.”

  I took her mouth in another hungry, consuming kiss to help distract her from the pain when I tore through her virginity and planted myself balls-deep inside her. “Fuck,” I rasped as I used every bit of my strength to hold still and give her muscles time to stretch to accommodate my size.

  A few tears leaked from her beautiful eyes, and I kissed each one away. “It won’t last long,” I assured her.

  “It’s already fading. I just feel full,” she said, sending waves of relief through me. Her hips wiggled, and she gasped.

  “Hold on, baby,” I warned her with a devilish smile. “I’m about to take you on a different kind of ride.”

  Ireland giggled, but it gave way to a cry of passion when I carefully withdrew, then pushed back until I was completely sheathed.

  “Oh, fuck, baby. You feel so damn good. Perfect.”

  I pulled out slowly and gently thrust back in, wanting to make sure I didn’t hurt her, but Ireland was having none of that. She clutched my shoulders and bucked her pelvis. “More, Sebastian. Please.”

  My control snapped, and I grasped her hips, holding them steady so I could pound in and out of her, my balls slapping against her ass each time I bottomed out.

  “Harder, Sebastian,” she moaned as she writhed on the bed and tried to move her lower body. “Faster! Yes! Oh, yes!”

  I wasn’t about to deny my girl anything. I put her legs around my waist and loomed over her to grab onto the headboard. Then I dug my feet into the mattress and used the leverage to slam my cock into her pussy over and over. “Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck. That’s it. Your pussy is perfect for my dick, Ireland.”

  She cried out in ecstasy when I shifted to alter my angle so I would hit her clit every time I drove inside her. Her inner muscles clenched, squeezing my shaft almost to the point of pain. “Fuck! Oh, fuck. Yes, baby, squeeze that pussy. Fuck! Oh, fuck!”

  My spine began to tingle, and my balls drew up, letting me know I had no more time. Thankfully, Ireland was already teetering on the edge of her orgasm. All it took was a pinch to her clit, and she screamed my name as she flew apart.

  Her pussy rippled around my cock, milking my climax from me. I let go of the headboard to put her legs on my shoulders before I slammed into her a few more times. Then I planted myself as deep as possible, making sure my tip was nestled against her cervix before I exploded. A shout ripped from my throat as come spurted from my cock, filling Ireland until it tried to ooze out between us. But I’d sealed her entrance with my groin plastered against hers, and when a little of it managed to escape, I scooped it up and stuffed it back in.

  Eventually, I emptied the last of my seed inside her and collapsed onto her, but I was careful to keep most of my weight off her. “Holy fucking shit, baby,” I grunted. “That was unbelievable.”

  My energy was depleted, so I slid my arms beneath her and rolled us onto our sides, keeping us joined together. “Are you okay?” I asked when she remained silent.

  “I-I just…needed to…catch…my breath,” she panted. After a few seconds, she took a deep breath, evening out the rhythm. “I agree with everything you said.”

  I laughed and cuddled her close. “I told you we were perfect for each other.”

  She pinched my side and muttered, “Don’t be so smug.” But her voice was full of humor. I chuckled before kissing her forehead. We laid like that for a handful of minutes until Ireland shifted. She gasped when she realized I was still hard as a rock inside her. When she moved again, I banded an arm around her to keep her still and growled, “You don’t quit wiggling, you’re gonna find yourself on your back with my cock workin’ that tight little pussy.”

  Ireland didn’t say anything at first, but then she wiggled and whispered, “Was that supposed to be a deterrent? Because if so, you clearly don’t understand the concept.”

  I laughed again and nuzzled my face in the crook of her neck. “I just popped your cherry, baby. You’re gonna be sore. I should’ve pulled out already and put you in a bath, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave your warmth. And I didn’t want any of my come going the wrong way.”

  “But—” Ireland started to protest.

  “Tell you what. You take a bath and see how you feel after. But I refuse to cause you any more pain, so don't be expecting me to give in.”

  Not only did she talk me into fucking her in the bathtub but she also convinced me to take her again on the bed. Then we went at it like rabbits the rest of the night.

  10

  Ireland

  Sebastian hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d told me that he wanted all the time in the world to worship my body. We spent our first few days together, barely leaving his room at the Silver Saints clubhouse. Cat brought a tray up a few times a day with food, allowing us to hole up together. But on the fourth day, the outside world had intervened in the form of the old ladies dragging me out for their weekly lunch.

  They’d refused to listen to any of Sebastian’s arguments about it not being safe for me to be out in public and told him to send as many men with us as he wanted to keep an eye out for Scott. When he found out we were going to a restaurant owned by the club, he relented. But only because he locked the place down so nobody who wasn’t connected to the Silver Saints was allowed in or out while we were there.

  He’d done the same again the last three times I’d gone to lunch with them, but today I was putting my foot down. “Is it really necessary to shut down the entire place while we’re there?”

  Sebastian’s thumbs hovered over his cell phone screen as he paused his rapid-fire texting to look up at me. “They’ll still be open
to anyone from the club who wants to stop by for lunch.”

  “You know what I meant,” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

  His gaze dropped to my chest, his clear blue eyes heating. But he wasn’t going to allow desire to sway his decision. “The restaurant isn’t hurting for business. And even if they were, I wouldn’t give a shit. Your safety is nonnegotiable, Ireland.”

  “But you’ve let up on some of the restrictions.” I walked over and straddled his lap, jerking my chin toward the piano in the corner of the room. “My students have been coming to the clubhouse for lessons for the past two weeks.”

  His fingers dug into my hips. “You teach kids how to play the piano. The oldest one is twelve and weighs maybe a hundred pounds. They aren’t a threat.”

  “Just yesterday, when you and Hack were talking about Scott, you said that he’s probably skipped town to avoid getting arrested,” I pointed out as I twined my arms around his neck.

  “Probably isn’t good enough when it comes to your safety.” He nipped at my bottom lip, which was puffed out in a little pout.

  “But what if he’s gone forever?” I asked. “At some point, I need to start performing with the girls again. If you give me a normal lunch out with the girls today, I promise to put Sally off for another week.”

  My bandmate had been patient in the beginning, but she’d been a pain in the butt for the past ten days, pestering Sebastian and me for when I’d be ready to get back into the swing of things. The girls had totally understood why I’d needed to step back after what went down with Scott when he was fired, but their patience was running thin now that there hadn’t been a sign of him for weeks, and there was an active warrant out for his arrest.

  “Which of the old ladies are going?”