Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,20

Bridget’s the chick you looked like you were going to put me back in my coma for after I called her sweetheart. What’d you tell him?” Logan asked.

“What the fuck did you think I said? I gave him the time and place for the meet. This Saturday at the races.”

“No,” I mouthed, my eyes welling with tears. Swiveling on my foot, I dropped the pitcher of ice as I ran quickly. I needed to be alone. Needed to figure out what to think. One question kept echoing in my mind. Had he been playing me the whole time?

11

Mac

All eyes swung to the partially open door when something clattered and bounced off the linoleum floor. I only caught a glimpse of Bridget’s expression before she took off, but it was enough for me to see her blue eyes swimming with hurt.

“Shit.”

Scout waved at the door. “Go, we got this.”

I nodded, already running into the hallway. “Bridget!” I roared. I caught up to her just as she burst into the waiting room. Snatching her wrist, I hauled her back up against me, lifting her feet clear off the floor.

“Let me go!” she snapped, wiggling frantically.

“No.” My tone was hard as I spoke quietly into her ear. Just the thought of losing her had me on edge. “I already told you, you’re mine.” Her shoulders slumped but she settled a little so I cautiously set her down.

The room was littered with my brothers and a few old ladies, so I led Bridget back into the hallway and found a deserted hospital room.

When I faced her, my heart pounded painfully at the sight of tears streaming down her beautiful face. “Don’t ever run from me, baby,” I growled. “You hear something you don’t like or understand, you come to me. That’s how this is gonna work. Do I make myself clear?”

She backed away and I stifled the urge to make a grab for her. “What do you care? I’m just leverage.” Her back straightened and she glared at me. “I’m not going to be your plaything until you’ve found a better use for me.”

I closed the distance between us in one step and grasped her face, forcing her to look up at me. “Don’t ever refer to yourself as my plaything, baby, or I’ll be bending you over my knee.” I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. “My old lady, my woman, and someday my wife; those describe what you are to me.”

Her blue eyes went wide as saucers and her jaw dropped. I couldn’t resist dipping my head and stealing a fast kiss.

“But…what about…?”

“I needed time to come up with another method to get what I need from your dad, baby. Only agreed to stall him. You aren’t going fucking anywhere without me.” I walked her backwards until she was pressed against the wall. “Pretty sure I made it very clear who you belong to the last couple of days. But, I’m more than happy to remind you.”

I captured her lips in a deep kiss, my palms planted on either side of her head. My hips grinded into her center, making it abundantly clear what she did to me.

My hands slid into her hair, before continuing on and making quick work of the front snap on her shorts. I shoved them down, along with her panties, and hoisted her up with my hands under her ass.

Spinning around, I stalked to the nearest bed and set her on the edge before dropping to my knees between her legs. I inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you smell good. Taste so fucking good.” Leaning in, I blew on her wet pussy, before licking up her slit. Bridget moaned and fell back onto her elbows, keeping herself elevated just enough that she could watch me. “Good girl. Eyes on me.” I smirked then focused on my task of making her come. My tongue fucked her sweet pussy, my lips sucked hard at her clit, but just as she approached the peak, I backed off.

She whimpered and shuddered, looking at me in disbelief. “Tell me who you belong to, baby, and I’ll let you come.”

“You,” she breathed.

“Fuck yes,” I grunted. This time, when I drove her up, I pushed her right over the edge, soaking in the sounds of her passionate cries.

I surged to my feet and freed my cock, thrusting deep inside her before she’d even recovered.

“Jared,” she gasped. “Yes!”

The sound of her sweet voice calling my name was like fuel on the fire. I held