Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,58
the least I could do was put a bullet in his skull the same way you would’ve,” he answered as he tugged my shirt over my head. Then he did the same with his, and the sight of his bare chest distracted me a bit from the fact that he’d just admitted to killing someone for me. I wasn’t overly bothered by the fact that the guy was dead. Not when he would’ve done his best to make sure I was the one who ended up in the ground if he’d lived. “He was part of an MC that’s been a pain in our ass lately, but Mac made sure they’ll have too many problems of their own to deal with to bother with us anytime soon.”
I felt a little better about the whole mess knowing the guy he’d killed hadn’t just caused trouble for me. “What if the guys after my brother hire someone else?”
Link shook his head while he got both of us out of our pants. “Your brother took care of shit on his end, so there’s nobody left who wants you dead.”
“Really?” I stared up at him, my eyes filling with tears as a huge weight lifted off me—metaphorically speaking since his heavy body was still on top of mine.
“Yeah, angel. You’re safe now,” he reassured me, brushing his lips over mine in a gentle caress.
“I guess that means I don’t have to stay at the clubhouse anymore,” I murmured softly, wondering what this meant for our relationship.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Link growled, grinding his hips into my core and pinning me to the mattress. “You’re staying here with me forever.”
I twined my arms around his neck. “Our room is cool and all, but I’m not sure I want to live here forever.”
His lips curved up in a sexy smirk. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I can take you to our house now that you’re safe.”
“Our house, huh?” I asked, grinning back at him.
He kissed me again and whispered against my lips, “What’s mine is yours, angel.”
I slid my hand between our bodies and wrapped my fingers around his hard length. “Then give me my dick.”
“Anywhere and anytime you want it,” he promised, his hand going around my back to undo the clasp on my bra as I tugged down his boxer briefs.
“I want to be on top.” I wrapped my legs around his waist when we were both completely naked. “You just killed a man for me, babe. Let me show you my gratitude properly.”
His hands clenched my hips as he rocked against me. “You never have to thank me for keeping you safe, my angel. It’s my fucking honor.”
“Then let me show you my love,” I whispered, rubbing my palm against the scruff on his cheek while I stretched my neck up to kiss him.
Link quickly took over the kiss, devouring me before he lifted his head again and asked, “You telling me you love me, angel?”
I should’ve been afraid to say those three little words this early, but I had zero doubts about my feelings. “Yeah.”
“Then fuck yeah, you can be on top,” he offered as he rolled us over so I was straddling him.
Considering all the things he’d said and done since we met, I was pretty sure Link felt the same. But I wanted to hear the words, too. “Is that all you’ve got to say?”
His blue orbs burned into mine as he cupped my face. “I love you, Harlowe. And I’ll never give you a reason to doubt it.”
His words were exactly what I needed to give me the confidence to lift and position his dick at my entrance. Link wrapped his hands around my waist and held me in place. “Not so fast, angel. I need to make sure you’re ready for me first.”
I glided my pussy down his hard length so he could feel how wet I was. “I’m beyond ready.”
“Then take what you want,” he urged, shifting his hips to notch the crown of his cock at my core.
I slowly lowered myself until I took all of him and held still to adjust to his invasion. “You’re so deep like this.”
One of his hands went between my legs, his finger finding my clit to circle it. “Ride me, angel.”
Even though I was on top, he guided me as his hips jerked up to meet me each time I came down. It didn’t take long before I panted, “I’m so close.”