Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,8

The new position put him right between my legs, his face in front of my bare pussy.

I squeezed my legs shut, as far as they would go with his body wedging them open, and shoved my hands down to cover myself. “Mac!”

His eyes were filled with a naughty gleam when he looked up at my face. “C’mon, princess. Open your legs and give me a taste of what I’m guessing is the sweetest pussy I’ll ever get my mouth on.”

The warmth of his breath against my hands made me shiver. Almost of their own volition, my legs fell open. I slowly lifted my hands, and my reward was a brush of his lips against the inside of my thighs. First one, then the other—leaving me quivering in anticipation. My focus was wholly on the feel of his warm lips against my skin, and the rough slide of his beard following after the wet trail he made up my legs. His hands were wrapped around the underside of my thighs, and his hold tightened when he leaned forward to trace up my center with his tongue.

I’d never felt anything like it. My entire body was stretched taut, warmth building in my lower belly as his mouth worked me. He built it, higher and higher. Long licks. Swirls around my clit. Nibbles along the lips of my sex. With his mouth open wide and tongue stroking, the pressure inside me reached a peak. I exploded, shouting his name. “Jared!”

He didn’t pull back until I collapsed against the mattress, panting. “Haven’t had anyone use my real name in longer than I can remember, but fuck if I don’t want to hear you say it the same damn way over and over again as I make you come.”

“I’m not going to argue. I really enjoyed that.” That infernal blush heated my face once more. I couldn’t believe the things that popped out of my mouth around him.

“Could tell,” he grunted, lifting up to hover over my body. “You wanna do it again, all you have to do is ask. I’ll eat you out as often as you like.”

“As often as I’d like, huh? But don’t you have an MC to run?”

“Fuck!” he shouted, punching the mattress. His face closed down, and I wished I could take the words back. I’d meant them to be a joke, but they only served as a reminder to him of all the reasons why he shouldn’t touch me. As he pushed off the bed and stalked into the bathroom, a lone tear tracked down my cheek.

5

Mac

“What the fuck were you thinking, asshole?” I growled at myself in the bathroom mirror. I licked my lips and groaned at the taste of Bridget still lingering there.

I needed to stay the hell away from her. The last thing we needed was to be at war with the Hounds of Hellfire. My club wasn’t exactly filled with boy scouts but Pierce’s guys played dirty. Taking her as leverage was dangerous enough—there would be no coming back from fucking her while she was here.

The solution was to keep Bridget busy and out of my sight. I didn’t have any other choice but to hand her over to Cat to find her something to do. I knew I should also find her another place to sleep but it would only distract me even more, worrying about her safety and obsessing over whose bed she was lying in. I’d simply have to make use of the couch in my office. There were plenty of beds that would welcome me, but I hadn’t been interested in meaningless companionship for a long time and after getting a feel and taste of Bridget…she was the only one I craved.

I took a fortifying breath and opened the bathroom door. Bridget was still sitting on the bed in her tiny tank top, but she’d put back on her shorts. She looked up at me with confusion and desire in her eyes, and it almost broke my resolve. She was fucking gorgeous, and so tempting.

I shook my head to try and clear it as I stalked over to a worn, wooden dresser by the door. I grabbed a fresh pair of boxers, jeans, and a T-shirt. Then I snatched my cut from where it hung on the wall and tossed it onto the bed.

“I’ll send someone with some fresh clothes for you,” I told her gruffly. “You need to wear that when you leave this room. No one will bother you