Hack: Silver Saints MC

by Davenport, Fiona

  She frowned and threw me a disgruntled glare. “If you don’t like the dress, why did you pick it out?”

  My eyes were probably bugging out of my head, and my jaw went slack. “Dress? Are you fucking kidding me?” Paisley faced me with her mouth pursed and her eyes narrowed, while planting her hands on her hips. Which drew her hemline up even farther. I started shaking my head and walking toward her. “No way, baby. We talked about this. You’re mine, and I don’t fucking share. So either put on the jeans with this sorry excuse for a dress or find a different shirt that won’t have me breaking the nose of every man who looks at you.”

  She glared at me for a minute, then huffed and went through her clothes again. When she was dressed in jeans and a purple T-shirt, she twirled around with her arms out. “Satisfied?”

  I grinned and ate up the distance between us in two strides. “For now. But I’m gonna need to feed my craving for you again very soon.” She blushed, but her smile was genuine, and her eyes had gone back to sparkling with happiness when she looked at me.

  My brothers arrived a couple of minutes later. Paisley gasped when she saw the purple bruise forming on Dom’s jaw. When she asked about it, he grinned. “I had it coming,” he said with a laugh.

  “Sure as fuck did,” I muttered. My phone buzzed, and I glanced down to see a text from Benji. “Tip called in. Benji estimates they’ll be at his location in an hour. Plenty of time for us to get there first.”

  “Get where?” Paisley asked.

  “Time to know you’re safe once and for all.”

  * * *

  I parked my bike in the woods far enough away not to be noticed but close enough to see the action. Then I pulled Paisley into my lap and curled my arms around her. Not more than a minute later, a squad of police cruisers showed up. At first, John refused to come out. He was yelling out of a second-floor window and I was seconds away from putting a bullet in his head when they finally broke down the door and went in after him.

  It wouldn’t have broken my heart to see them bring him out in a body bag, but it wasn’t as satisfying as the plan I had for him. So I was happy to see them hauling him out in handcuffs and shoving him into the back of a car.

  I felt Paisley’s sigh of relief as the cars flew past us. “I’d never let anything happen to you. You know that, right?” I whispered.

  She snuggled into my embrace and answered me softly. “Yes. But I’m glad to see that monster getting what he deserves.”

  Oh, he’d be getting what he deserved all right. She didn’t need to know all those details, though. I didn’t want any more darkness touching her. Watching a man be executed right in front of you was enough shit to deal with.

  I kissed her long and deep, reminding myself that she was safe and that she was mine. Then I helped her onto the back of my bike and wrapped her arms around me. Next to being inside her, there was nothing better than this.

  “Let’s go home.”

  9

  Paisley

  I was so lost in the exhilaration of being wrapped around Hack’s strong body with the vibration of his bike beneath me—and the relief of seeing John Clark being hauled away in cuffs—that I didn’t stop to think about what going back home might mean for us. Not until we pulled into my neighborhood and I was struck by the fact that I had no idea where he was from. It had to be far enough of a drive that all the guys had stayed at a hotel, though. My high spirits were quickly dulled by worry. I wasn’t sure how a long-distance relationship would work between us, or if Hack would even want to try after he’d already gotten me in bed.

  My thoughts quickly spiraled out of control. In the short time we’d spent together, Hack had been amazing. He hadn’t done a single thing to make me feel as though this was just a fling, but I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if this was the end of us. With John Clark in jail, the threat to me was gone, and it was what had brought us together in the first place. By the time he parked in front of my townhouse, I was second-guessing everything and blurted, “How long are you planning to be in town? Do you have to get back home soon? Or can you stay for a while?”

  Hack cut off the engine and twisted around to scan my face. He must not have been too worried about what he saw there because his lips curved up in a small grin. When he took off his sunglasses, there was a glint of humor in his dark orbs. “What’s got you all worked up?” I shrugged, and his smile widened. “You were plastered against my back for the entire ride over without an ounce of tension in your sweet body. Something about being back here must’ve set you off.”

  “It’s just that I realized I don’t even know where you live or when I’m going to see you next,” I muttered as I climbed off his motorcycle and removed the helmet he had insisted I wear. Spotting Jessica’s car in my spot, I was reminded that I needed to get my car back from the hotel...and that asking Hack to stay with me was a terrible idea. My roommates were horrible, and I hated the idea of them being anywhere near the man I’d somehow managed to fall in love with in no time at all. The depth of my feelings for Hack hit me, and I stumbled over the curb. Strong arms wrapped around my torso, catching me before I fell. “Thanks.”

  Hack twisted my body around and pulled me close. “The Silver Saints are based in a town a little more than five hundred miles from here.”

  “Five hundred miles?” I mumbled into his chest, feeling the burn of tears filling my eyes. He lived closer to me than my parents, but I felt as though he was going to be half a world away from me. A seven-hour road trip each way was a big roadblock for a new relationship.

  He pressed his index finger under my chin to tilt my head back. When our gazes met, a muscle in his jaw jumped. “Do you have a problem with moving that far away? I didn’t think it was going to be an issue since you haven’t renewed your lease or found a new place here.”

  The reminder of how close he’d been keeping track of me soothed my nerves. “I guess moving is a possibility for me. I haven’t lined up a job yet, either. I could focus my search closer to you. Maybe we’ll get lucky, and I’ll find something soon so I can move before my lease here is up. If I come for a visit, I could try to line up some interviews and look at apartments while I’m there.”

  “I’m glad you’re okay with moving, but your plan doesn’t work for me.” He shook his head as a big grin spread across his face.

  I bit my bottom lip, unsure what he meant since my plan seemed solid to me. “Which part?”

  “You’re not coming to visit, baby.” I tried to jerk away from him, but he dropped his hand to hold me in place. “I’m not sure where these doubts are coming from, but I’ll bust my ass for the rest of my life so I never give you a reason to question what you mean to me.”

  “Since I’m new to all of this relationship stuff, I think I need you to spell it out for me,” I requested as I twined my arms around his neck.

  “I wasn’t blowing smoke up your ass when I said that you’re mine and you’re gonna wear my cut when we get home.” His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place. “And that’s going to be a fuck of a lot sooner than however long it takes you to find a job, which could be as quick as you want if you’re cool with using your design skills to help out the businesses the Silver Saints own.”

  It sounded as though I didn’t need to worry about how a long-distance relationship would work for us. “What kind of timeline were you thinking?”

  “Now.” He jerked his chin in the direction of a moving truck that had pulled in several spaces down from us while we were talking. “I called the guys who helped Dom when he moved Lucy in with him after that shit went down with David.”

  My eyes widened in shock since I’d figured they were here for one of my neighbors. “That truck is for my stuff?”

  “Yup.” He nodded and grinned.

  I tilted my head to the side and smiled back at him, pressing against his body as the final bit of my tension drained away. “Do you have a place lined up for me already?”

  “I bought a house a few m
onths ago that I think you’ll love.” It was a good thing he was holding me so tightly or else I might’ve hit the ground. His admission rocked me to my core. “It’s on an oversized lakefront lot with lots of privacy. But I had them lay fiber optic cable, so you don’t need to worry about being in the middle of nowhere. You’ll be able to get online and do your graphic design thing whenever you need it.”

  I giggled and shook my head. “I’m sure it’ll help you with living up to your nickname, too.”

  “True,” he conceded with a wink. “But I’m willing to bet you’ll get more use out of the Jacuzzi tub in the master bath even though it’s big enough for the two of us.”

  A shiver raced up my spine at the thought of all the things Hack and I could do to each other with hot water swirling around our naked bodies. “You really bought a house for us?”

  “Fuck yeah, I did.” He brushed his lips over mine. “Staying away from you for six long months was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but setting shit up for us helped keep me focused on the end goal—spending the rest of my life with the woman I love.”

  “You love me?” I gasped, tears of joy filling my eyes.

  “Really, babe?” He shook his head before claiming my mouth in a deep kiss, earning us a wolf-whistle from one of the moving crew. I whimpered in protest when he finally lifted his head and murmured, “I love you, Paisley.”

  My mind was in a sensual fog, but my heart knew exactly what I needed to do. “I love you, too.”

  ”Thank fuck.” He brushed his lips over mine again. “Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s go pack up your shit so we can get the fuck out of this messed-up town.”

  He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and used his free hand to wave the moving guys over. As we neared the house, Jessica flung open the front door and practically ate Hack up with her eyes. I cuddled closer into his side while glaring at her. “You’re more than welcome to anything I left in the kitchen but stay away from my man. He’s all mine.”

  “As if,” Jessica huffed, crossing her arms under her breasts and lifting them higher. “There’s no way a little mouse like you has what it takes to keep a guy like him.”

  “I didn’t hear any complaints when he was groaning my name all night long,” I boasted, bumping her out of my way as I walked into the house.

  Hack gave me a squeeze and chuckled. “I didn’t have any complaints before you let me into your tight pussy, either.”

  “Only because you were stalking me from afar,” I whispered as we made our way upstairs to my room with the moving crew following us.

  “Not anymore, baby.” He pointed at the closet, and the movers started putting my hanging clothes into a tall box. “I’m keeping you close now that I’ve made you mine.”

  I snagged a small box and tugged him into my en suite bathroom. Tossing my toiletries inside, I suggested, “Keep the orgasms coming, and you won’t ever have to worry about me having the energy to even think about going anywhere. It took everything I had to crawl out of bed this morning.”

  Hack kicked the bathroom door shut and pressed my back against the hard surface. Keeping his lips over mine, he swallowed my cries when he slid his hand into my panties and made me come. Then I sat on the edge of the tub while he packed the rest of my bathroom stuff and oversaw the movers as they emptied my room. I still hadn’t fully recovered by the time they were done. Hack led me down to his bike, and I wrapped my arms around his body before we roared away from my past into my forever.

  Epilogue

  Hack

  One year later

  “Barrett!”

  Paisley’s shout had me streaking out of my office and upstairs into the bedroom, nearly hyperventilating. “Is it time?” I asked as I burst into the room, looking around wildly. There was a go-bag around here...somewhere. Where the fuck was the bag?!

  “Don’t be silly,” Paisley giggled. “I’m not due for two months. Come here and feel the baby kick.”

  I spun around to see my wife stretched out on the bed with her hands on her belly. My eyes did a quick once-over to make sure that there were no visible problems. Her breathing was steady, except for the sweet giggles that kept coming out of her pretty lips.

  My heart rate began to slow, and I took a deep breath. Fuck. My brothers were right. I wasn’t going to be worth shit the day Paisley went into labor. Not that I’d ever admit to it and give them the satisfaction of getting me back for each time I gave one of them shit when their women were in labor.

  I ambled over to the bed, hoping my calm demeanor would hide the fact that I’d been about to freak the fuck out a few seconds ago. Plopping down next to her, I smiled and placed a hand over her large belly.

  “Don’t think I didn’t notice your little meltdown, Barrett,” she said nonchalantly as she picked up her phone, which had been lying beside her. Her attempt at a blasé attitude was ruined when she snorted as she tried to hold in her laughter.

  “No clue what you’re talking about, baby. Anyway, you need me?”

  “I always need you,” she remarked in a breathless tone.

  And just like that, I was hard as steel.

  “But that’s not why I called. Check this out.” She grabbed my other hand and placed it on the side of her stomach. Then she tapped her phone, and after a second, music started to play.

  I winced at the upbeat, pop tempo and the sound of Justin Timberlake singing “Can’t Stop the Feeling.” Before I could ask why she was subjecting me to this shit, Lexi, our little girl, kicked my hand. I grinned and watched the little bumps as she moved and poked Paisley with her tiny feet. I frowned when she stopped abruptly, going completely still. “She okay?”

  Paisley laughed, and I glanced up to see her waving her phone at me. That was when I noticed the music was no longer playing. She tapped the screen again, and almost as soon as the music started up again, Lexi went nuts, practically doing somersaults in her mother’s belly.

  I was absolutely fascinated. My kid was brilliant, and she hadn’t even been born yet. I’d have to work on her taste in music, though.

  Paisley turned off her phone when the song ended and graced me with her gorgeous smile. “I can’t believe she’s almost here, but I also can’t wait another second to hold her.”

  Climbing onto the bed, I sat with my back against the headboard and carefully shifted her so she was resting between my legs, her back against my stomach. I gently dug my thumbs into the muscles around her neck and shoulders. She moaned and wiggled to get more comfortable, causing me to suck in a breath at the friction on my very swollen cock. “Magic hands,” she sighed.

  “Is that so?”

  “Yep. You’re extremely talented, babe.”

  A wicked grin split my face, and I slid my hands down to cup her big tits and give them a squeeze. Then I glided one past her stomach and into her panties to cup her pussy. “Want to know what else my hands are good at?” I breathed softly before nipping at her ear.

  She moaned as I plucked her nipple and drew my middle finger up her slit. Ever since she hit the third trimester, she rarely wore more around the house than loose, but tiny shorts and tank tops. I had no complaints about her wardrobe as long as we were home alone. Her lack of clothes made it even easier to fuck her whenever I felt like it. Although, it was more like whenever she demanded sex since her hormones made her horny all the time—which I had zero complaints about.

  “I love how fucking wet you are whenever I touch you,” I groaned as her juices soaked my finger. The hand on her breast switched to twist and pinch her other nipple. “You’re hot as hell anytime, baby. But I have to admit, I’m gonna miss these big tits.” I dipped my digit into her tight channel, and she squirmed restlessly. “Guess I’ll just have to keep you knocked up so they’re always swollen and dripping with milk.” She cried out as I inserted another finger and curled them so they touched her most sensitive spot. Her hips bucked and pushed her sexy ass right into my groin. “Fuck,” I grunted. “I need to feel you riding my c
ock, baby.”

  I shoved her shorts down and tore off her underwear, before whipping her shirt over her head. In a flash, I had my jeans undone, and my dick sprang free, standing straight up and glistening with pre-come as it leaked from the tip.

  Grasping her hips, I lifted her and lined up my cock with her dripping pussy. Paisley moaned and unexpectedly dropped down, impaling herself on me to the root. “Fuck!” I shouted. “Careful, baby.”

  “I’m not going to break, Barrett,” she snapped. “Now shut up and fuck me!” She’d also become very demanding, and it was sexy as fuck.

  Paisley began to bounce on my dick, riding me fast and hard. “Fuck, yeah, baby. Ride that cock,” I groaned. “Yeah, fuck it hard. Yes!” I collared her throat and yanked her back. “Give me your mouth,” I demanded. She twisted her head, and I briefly sucked her bottom lip before giving her a deep, wet kiss.

  I palmed her tits and played with the stiff peaks, knowing it drove her out of her mind. She wrenched her mouth away and arched her back, her hands going to my thighs for support. “Yes! Yes! Oh, Barrett!” Her nails dug into my skin, but the bite of pain only added to the pleasure.

  Paisley stiffened for a second, then she screamed my name as she shattered, her pussy pulsing and massaging my dick. I dropped my head back, and it banged into the headboard as I shouted her name when I exploded inside her.

  After we’d caught our breath and I’d cleaned her up, I spooned her with my hand splayed on her tummy while she drifted to sleep. Lexi kicked a few times, and I smiled and whispered at her to let her mommy rest.

  I’d shucked my clothes before snuggling up with my woman, so I almost didn’t hear my phone vibrate in my pants pocket. It wasn’t loud, but I didn’t want to chance waking Paisley from her nap. Carefully, I slipped out of bed and grabbed my cell before tugging on my pants. It was a text from my contact in the prison where John Clark was incarcerated.