Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,46

down, that saucy attitude sparking to life. “Sounds familiar,” she snipped. I cocked my head to the side in question, and she huffed a breath before marching around the lift and tossing the wrench on one of the worktables that stretched the length of the room, separating the bays. “What happened to a couple of hours?”

I nearly smiled at the put-out tone of her voice. I didn’t see Harlowe as the kind of girl who pouted for effect, which meant she’d missed me. “Got held up with club business, angel. I’ll make sure to call next time.”

“Thanks.” Harlowe nodded. And just like that, she was back to smiling at me, her irritation already forgotten. Damn, I loved her. And I had no fucking clue what I’d done in my life to earn having her by my side, but I wasn’t going to question it because I was never letting her go.

She walked toward me with her curvy hips swinging, and the burning need to be inside her ratcheted up several degrees.

“Hey, honey,” Dom called out suddenly. My eyes swung to him, my hard stare promising pain and suffering, and he gulped. “I mean, uh, Harlowe.”

“Yeah?” she asked sweetly, seeming completely unaware of the violence simmering in my body.

“Uh, just wanted to ask about the fuse we talked about.”

“Follow your wiring harness with your fingers in all directions. I’m guessing there’s a kink.”

Dom grinned and opened his mouth but then shut it real fast when I threw him a dark glare and growled, “Don’t even fucking think about it. Take another hard look at her cut before you say another word.” He held up his hands as though surrendering and started cleaning up.

“Oh!” Harlowe snapped her fingers as a thought came to her. “Don’t forget about the gasket maker I told you about! It’s magic.”

Fuck. If Harlowe said one more thing like that, I was gonna come in my pants like a damn teenager. The fact that she knew her way around a bike was hot as hell.

I snatched her hand and dragged her behind me as I stalked toward the garage door and through it, back into the clubhouse. It was barely another five minutes to get to our room, but I had lost all control. With a determined stride, I led Harlowe to a door that was only a few feet away. I released her hand and yanked it open, then gave her lower back a slight push. The room was dark, and she hesitated for half a second, throwing me a curious look. I didn’t bother to address her silent question. I just nudged her in and followed right behind. The door swung shut behind us, leaving us with no light except what was leaking in from the crack at the bottom. My breaths were coming out in choppy pants as I flipped the lock and spun around to face my girl.

“What are we—”

I swallowed the rest of Harlowe’s inquiry when I placed a hand on the back of her neck and hauled her close to slam my mouth down over hers. By the time I’d kissed the ever-loving fuck out of her, she was clinging to me like a second skin and was ready to explode.

The room we’d ducked into was a storage closet, lined with shelves mounted on the wall. They were strong as fuck because they had to hold the weight of kegs and crates of liquor. They were perfect for what I had in mind.

I disengaged Harlowe’s arms from around my shoulders, and she let out a whimper of protest when I set her a few inches away from me. “Patience, angel,” I rasped. I dropped on to my haunches and snapped the button on her jeans. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy it is that you know your way around an engine?” I asked as I helped her out of her shoes and then grabbed the sides of her pants and dragged them down so she stepped out of them. “I hate that I found out because you were helping someone else,” I snarled, the jealousy burning in my gut.

She had on tiny pink underwear, and I easily snapped the elastic and shoved them in my pocket so that she was naked from the waist down. I placed a soft kiss on her mound, then surged to my feet. I kissed her again as I backed her up to one of the shelves. When she bumped up against it, I tore