Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,60

Cat must have brought her a snack and ran her mouth. I needed to have a talk with Scout about keeping his woman in line.

Harlowe had fallen into an exhausted, boneless heap after I’d made her come four times. I’d barely lifted her into my arms before she fell asleep. The pregnancy was leaving her exhausted, and she took a lot of naps, so it wasn’t unusual for her to crash in our room at the clubhouse rather than go home.

My plan had always been to surprise her with the design of my new ink, so even though I knew she’d be pissed, I decided to take advantage of her sleepy state and go have it done. It would take several sessions to complete with shading and color, but my guy had finished the basic drawing in a few hours.

“Calm down, angel. You’ll make yourself sick if you get worked up,” I placated in a soothing tone as I shut the door behind me. Her morning sickness wasn’t too bad unless she let herself get overly tired or agitated.

She growled adorably and stomped over to stand in front of me. “I won,” she snapped.

“Yes, you did, angel. Do you want to see your prize?”

Harlowe snorted a laugh and glanced at my dick, which was rapidly hardening under her gaze. “Yes. I really do. But show me your tat first.”

I laughed and threw my arm around her shoulders to steer her toward the couch. “Too fucking cute, you know that?” I rumbled in amusement.

“Yeah, I’m fucking adorable,” she muttered. “Let me see it.”

She still looked tired, so I lifted my chin toward the couch and gave her a pointed look. She huffed but dropped down onto the cushions and curled her legs up underneath her.

Satisfied, I shrugged off my cut and tossed it onto the sofa next to her. My heart swelled, along with my dick, when she immediately grabbed it and put it on. She loved her vest, but if I wasn’t wearing mine, I could usually find it on her. She said it made her feel close to me all the time. That’s when the big, bad biker turned into a love-sick fool. I didn’t mind, though, as long as she was the only one who knew about him.

Grabbing the back of my shirt, I carefully pulled it off over my head and dropped it on the floor. Harlowe’s eyes darkened when they fixated on my abs, and she swallowed hard. I grinned and shook my head. “Patience, angel. You picked the order of this show.”

She pouted, making me laugh again. I was slowly getting used to using those muscles again. The only person who’d ever really made me genuinely smile or laugh was my daughter. When she’d left for college, Scout had informed me that I had turned into a grumpy son of a bitch. I didn’t have a fuck to give about that, but around Harlowe, smiling and laughing came as easy as breathing.

I turned around and squatted in front of Harlowe so she could lean forward and slowly peel away the bandages. As the tattoo was revealed, she sucked in a quick breath and held it.

At the top of the cross, I had an angel wing added to each side. Above them was a halo circling the tip and just above it were the words, “Never ride faster than your guardian angel can fly.”

“It’s beautiful,” Harlowe mumbled. Then I heard a little sniff, and I dropped to my knees and spun around. I placed my hands on either side of her and leaned in close to examine her face.

“Why are you crying?” I demanded, starting to panic. I fucking hated it when she cried. She’d said the tat was beautiful, so I was pretty sure she liked it. “Did someone hurt you?” I blurted out, wondering if she’d been keeping something bad from me.

Harlowe giggled and wiped at the tears slipping down her cheeks. “Chill, babe. It’s the pregnancy hormones.” She leaned in and left a sweet kiss on my lips, helping me to calm down. Then she beamed at me as I cupped her face and used my thumbs to wipe away the rest of her tears. “I love it. I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too, angel.” I pulled her in for a more thorough kiss that left us both breathless. When I released her lips, I gave her a lopsided smile and winked. “Did I fulfill my end of the bargain to