Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,6

Again, I was a little baffled by the small spark of curiosity shining through her alarm. I frowned as I stood and prowled over to stand in front of her. “No one will touch you,” I assured her. “But, that doesn’t mean I won’t put you to work. This isn’t your castle on a cloud, baby. You’ll have to learn to dirty those hands.”

Her beautiful blue eyes narrowed and she opened her mouth to speak but a knock on my door drew both our attentions.

“Yeah?”

Hack popped his head in and glanced at Bridget before his eyes landed on me. “Club business, Prez.”

I nodded and gestured for Bridget to stand. “Give me ten, and we’ll meet back here.”

“Sure thing.” He left the door open when he spun around and disappeared down the hall.

“Follow me. Stay close and keep your head down,” I instructed Bridget. I led her to a set of stairs and up, then down another hall to the door at the end. Opening the door, I lifted my chin, indicating that she should enter.

Her soft body brushed against mine as she walked over the threshold and I stifled a groan. I needed some damn air.

“Don’t leave this room without me or Cat. Things are different when you don’t have Daddy’s protection. You walk around here without a cut, boys will think you’re fair game. Understood?”

She nodded as she stood uncomfortably awkward in the center of the room, looking around. It wasn’t as simple as the other rooms. I lived at the clubhouse permanently, and being the president had its perks. One being the king size bed that I was studiously ignoring for the moment. I showed her the bathroom and how to work the tv, then beat a hasty retreat before I did something truly stupid. Like kiss the fuck out of her plush, pink lips.

It took a couple of hours to straighten out the mess a couple of prospects had made on a run. Which meant it was almost three in the morning before I made my way back upstairs. Opening the door quietly, I listened to see if there was any indication that Bridget was awake. The room was dark, but in the glow of the moonlight, I was once again staring at the sexiest woman I’d ever seen. Except this time, she was curled up in my bed, like an offering from the devil himself. I knew I should turn right around and sleep on the couch in my office. But, my feet had their own agenda and made their way to the side of the bed. I sucked in a deep breath and by the time I’d exhaled it, I’d given in to temptation. I stripped to my boxers and slipped under the covers, fully intending to stay on my side.

Then Bridget sighed and rolled towards me. My determination not to touch her shattered, and I pulled her into my arms.

I didn’t know what the fuck had come over me, but I was starting to suspect that she would be a lot harder to let go than I’d thought. And, one word was pulsing in my head with each beat of my heart.

Mine.

4

Bridget

Rays of morning light shining through the blinds woke me. When I rolled over to stretch, I bumped up against a hard, warm body and yelped. My eyes popped open and all that had happened the night before came roaring back into my brain. Only one thing was missing from my memory...when had Mac climbed into bed with me? I wanted to kick myself for falling so sound asleep that I didn’t even notice. It was just my luck that my restlessness ended the minute I was tucked in to his bed instead of mine, and I ended up missing out on the first interesting thing that could have woken me up. But at least I could enjoy the view now since he was still asleep.

“Oh, wow,” I breathed out when he rolled towards me and the sheet shifted lower. He flung his arm over his face, covering his eyes. His glorious body, from the waist up, was on show. Inked skin stretched taut over muscles. A happy trail led under a sheet that was tented. Holy moly. The morning wood thing was apparently true, and Mac was packing what looked like a tree trunk in his pants.

I scooted down the mattress a little, and tugged at the sheet. When it got stuck on his hard on, I peeked up at his face