of the building, but it was likely she wouldn’t be very comfortable riding behind him.
My woman was fucking brilliant and gorgeous.
Bridget held Lena’s arm and walked quietly with her down the white-washed hallways of the hospital. Occasionally, Lena would whisper something and Bridget would either nod or shake her head. Finally, she pulled Lena to a stop outside Logan’s room.
“I don’t know if I should go in,” Lena said, glancing warily at the door. “Are you sure he isn’t mad at me? It’s my fault he’s here.”
Bridget squeezed Lena’s arm reassuringly. “I promise he wants to talk to you. And, I’m positive that it wasn’t because he’s mad.” Bridget smirked. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he uses your guilt to ask you for a sponge bath though…”
I threw my head back and laughed drawing the attention of both women. A sweet pink tinge appeared on Bridget’s cheeks and I wanted nothing more than to return to the room we’d christened earlier. But, I knew Bridget didn’t want Lena to face Logan alone, so I sighed and pushed the door open.
He was sitting up, a definite improvement from the last time we’d been here. The bruises and swelling on his face were also going down, though it would be a while before anyone would be commenting about his “pretty” face. Something we all loved to do to get a rise out of him.
When he spied our extra visitor, his face lit up and he pushed away the small tray of food in front of him.
“You bring me someone special to kiss away my pain, Blue?” he asked with a lopsided grin.
Lena’s eyes widened as she took in his appearance and her eyes filled with tears. That was my cue to get the fuck outta there.
“I’ll be right outside when you’re ready to go, baby,” I whispered to Bridget before beating a hasty retreat.
Twenty minutes later, both women walked into the hall. Bridget was grinning ear to ear, and Lena was blushing like a virgin on prom night. I didn’t ask for details, just grabbed ahold of my girl and headed home.
Epilogue
Bridget
Staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I cringed. I was still in my pajamas. My hair was months overdue for a cut. I looked like I hadn’t slept in forever. And I didn’t have the energy to do more than run a brush through my hair and put on some lip gloss.
I felt like a mess, and it wasn’t entirely due to my lack of sleep. It was because my dad was coming to the compound for the first time since Mac had thrown down the gauntlet almost eleven months ago in the hallway at Knockers. I’d talked to him on the phone and even met him out for meals a couple of times when I’d managed to sweet-talk Mac into it, but my dad hadn’t seen fit to come visit me here yet. Until today...when Mac didn’t give him any other choice.
My dad wanted to meet his new granddaughter, and it wasn’t going to happen anywhere else other than the Silver Saints compound. It had taken him seven weeks—and lot of texts with ridiculously adorable photos of Molly—to finally concede the fact that Mac wasn’t going to budge on this. Now that the day was finally here, I was freaking out.
“You almost ready?” Strong arms wrapped around me, and I lifted my gaze to meet Mac’s eyes in the mirror. He rubbed his chin against my neck, his beard scraping against my tender skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“I just need to change out of my pajamas. Other than that, I think this is about as good as its going to get today,” I sighed.
He turned my head to the side to capture my lips in a deep kiss that left me wanting more when he pulled away. “That’s bullshit. You need me to show you how fucking gorgeous you are?”
“Maybe,” I breathed out. “But it’s going to have to wait because we don’t have enough time right now.”
“And that’s bullshit, too.” He gripped my hips and flipped me around before setting me on the countertop. “Molly isn’t crying.”
He yanked my sleep shorts and panties down my legs. “Your dad isn’t here yet.”
Sinking a finger inside me, he growled, “You’re already wet for me.”
“After that kiss, of course I am.”
His finger continued to work me as he used his other hand to unbuckle his belt, unsnap his jeans, slide the zipper down, and pull out his cock.