Patriot (Hades Abyss MC 6) - Harley Wylde Page 0,39

as his hot cum filled me up.

His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath and I reached up to run my fingers over his beard. Patriot turned his face to kiss my palm, and my heart warmed at the gesture. For a tough man, one who’d killed, he could be incredibly sweet.

“I didn’t hurt you?” he asked.

“Not even a little.”

“Let me catch my breath and we’ll try again. Maybe a different position.”

“If you want. Or you could just hold me. I’d be happy either way.”

He kissed my cheek, my jaw, and finally my lips. “Love you, MaryAnne. Never loved a woman until you. And before you bring up my mom, she doesn’t count. She gave birth to me. It’s not the same thing.”

I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair. “Love you so much it hurts, but in a good way.”

He got off me, his cock sliding from my body. I felt his release leak out of me and didn’t know if I should run clean up, or leave it. He took the matter out of my hands when he picked me up and settled me against the pillows. Patriot walked into the bathroom and I heard the sink running. After a moment, he returned with a wet rag. He gently cleaned between my legs, then tossed the rag back into the bathroom before getting into bed with me.

“Get some rest, Little Bit.”

I sighed and closed my eyes, snuggling against him. When I heard his phone chime, and then go off again, I reluctantly let him go. Patriot rolled out of bed and went to retrieve his phone. His brow furrowed as he scrolled through the messages.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Yes and no. The man who attacked me doesn’t have anything to do with your past. That’s a blessing. Means no one is out for revenge because of the men I’ve killed. But he does pose a problem. If he gets out of jail, he’ll come for me again.”

“Why? Or is it club business?” I asked.

“It is, but you’re a small part of it. Remember the club whore I told to leave? The one who insulted you?”

I nodded.

“She’s apparently married. To the man who attacked me. All we can figure is he saw my cut and decided to get even. No way of knowing if he wanted me specifically, or any member of the club. Although, I don’t know why Blaire would say anything to him about me knocking her on her ass.”

My jaw dropped and I didn’t know what to say. Why would a married woman come here to be a club whore? Had she been sent to spy? Or was it something else?

“What happens now?” I asked.

“If he’s released, I’ll handle it. Either way, that bitch has a lot to answer for. I’ll be back in a minute, Little Bit. Need to call Kraken and let him know what’s up. I’ll be to bed as soon as I’ve handled this. Can’t have the club blindsided, and if the bitch is still hanging around, she needs to go. Immediately.”

I couldn’t have agreed more. I rolled to my side and snuggled into the pillow. Yawning so wide, I felt my jaw pop, I closed my eyes. I felt sleep tugging at me when the bed dipped, and Patriot pulled me into his arms.

“Kraken said he’d handle it.” He kissed my neck, then my shoulder. “Let’s get some rest so I can wear you out some more.”

I couldn’t help but smile. After I’d first been brought here, if anyone had told me I’d be lying in bed with a man, willingly, and looking forward to sex, I’d have told them they were fucking crazy. But Patriot wasn’t just any man. He’d saved me, not only physically, but emotionally and mentally as well.

He may not have given me my life back, but he’d helped me create a new one. Given me a home. More than that, he’d given me his love, and had an infinite supply of patience. He’d never once pushed me to do more than I felt comfortable doing, whether it was leaving the compound or visiting with people. He understood me better than anyone.

The heat of his body curled around me made me feel safe. I didn’t just want to be with him because of that, though. It was so much more. When I thought about the future, it was Patriot I saw by my side. Even before he’d claimed me, I’d always seen him as being