Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,12

around the waist, hoisted me over his shoulder, and stalked into the clubhouse.

7

Mac

I was so done with this shit. One day…I’d only lasted one day. I knew it was pathetic but I was beyond caring at this point. My body was vibrating with tension—first from fear as I watched those bikes racing towards Bridget, then fury at the motherfucker who marked her beautiful skin, and now I was consumed by lust. Everything had come together and combusted, blowing apart my good intentions.

Cat was standing in the doorway watching, her eyes wide, and she had to jump out of the way so I wouldn’t run into her.

Bridget tugged on the back of my shirt, no doubt close to where her face was currently hanging. “Um…where are we going?” Her voice was hesitant, but with a thread of heated excitement.

I patted her ass and then used a firm hand to hold her steady as I jogged up the stairs. “You know exactly what’s happening here, Bridget,” I growled. “I’m done fighting this. Us. I fucking need you.”

“Okay!” she squeaked. I chuckled as I barged through my bedroom door and slammed it shut. Then I tossed her on the bed and came down over her. Her soft body melted under mine, and I groaned.

Somehow this slip of a girl had tossed my world upside down and then righted it, when I hadn’t even realized it had always been crooked.

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