Considering I only ever wore this little clothing in the privacy of my bedroom—and that the man doing the talking was Mac—the decision was simple. “I have a sweater and jeans I can toss over my pajamas.”
He lifted a hand, and one long finger traced the strap of my tank on my shoulder. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, a mixture of shyness and desire evoked by being so close to my fantasy man with barely any clothes on. “Get ‘em on. Now.”
When he stepped back and jerked his head towards my closet, I scurried off my mattress. It only took me a minute to grab what I needed and toss it on. Then I shoved a pair of socks onto my feet and slid on a pair of gym shoes. As soon as I was done, Mac led me out the sliding glass door and onto my balcony.
“Shit!” he grunted.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered. I squinted my eyes and tried to peer around, worried that he’d spotted one of the guys and something awful was about to happen.
“Just trying to figure out how the hell I’m gonna get you down safely.”
I glanced over the railing at the ground, surprised that I didn’t see a ladder. “How’d you get up here?”
“Jumped and pulled myself up,” he muttered distractedly. Like it was no big deal, and it didn’t make him sexier than he already was. “If I drop down first, I can catch you but you’ll have to be careful going over the railing. Or,”—his eyes raked up and down my body again—“I can lower you down far enough that you’ll be able to fall the rest of the way without getting hurt. You’re light enough that it’ll work.”
I jerked my finger to the left. “Or we could just use the fire escape ladder my dad got me for that window. He kind of goes overboard when it comes to my safety.”
“Not nearly fucking enough,” he grumbled as he followed me back into my room and over to the window. When I bent over to pick up the ladder, he nudged me out of the way. I had to bite my lip to stifle a nervous giggle at the ridiculousness of him being pissed at my dad for me not being more protected when he was in the middle of kidnapping me. I’d barely managed to contain myself by the time he had the ladder set up and glowered at me. “You’re gonna go down first. And don’t forget to be quiet, or else my man out there is going to have to take out anyone who comes to investigate what’s going on.”
I gulped a little at the reminder of how serious this situation was and nodded my head. I carefully climbed out the window, hooked my feet into the rungs beneath me, and almost lost my footing when I found myself chest to face with Mac. My sweater did a better job of covering my nipples than my tank had, but they were still visibly poking against the material. Mac’s gaze was zeroed in on them, making my breasts feel heavier as my nipples grew even harder.
“Move,” he ordered.
I scurried down the ladder and quietly waited for him to follow when I reached the ground. It didn’t take long, and then we were racing towards the fence—his hand wrapped around mine as I tried to keep up with his long strides. I stumbled when I saw two bodies on the ground, about fifteen feet down the fence line from us. Mac turned to steady me, noticed where my eyes were glued, and lifted me into his arms.
“They’re not dead; only knocked out,” he rasped in my ear. “Although they deserve a fuck of a lot more than the headaches they’ll wake up with for being so goddamn lax on the job when they were supposed to protect you. Sneaking in to grab the princess of the Hounds of Hellfire should have been a lot harder than it was.”
I didn’t have time to consider why he’d be so angry at my dad’s men when they’d made his job easier; not with him practically dragging me to a black van parked near the woods behind the compound. The engine was running, and the back doors were open. Mac shoved me inside, closing the doors behind us after he climbed in.
I swallowed my yelp when I saw there were three men waiting for us; the driver, a guy in the passenger seat, and one in the back who caught me before I fell on the floor. Mac yanked me out of his arms and held onto me as the van wrenched forward. We all sat in silence for the couple of minutes we drove down the street. When we stopped, the doors swung open and a tall guy with a VP patch on his cut peered inside. His gray eyes locked on me. “Did I see what I thought I saw? She provided the ladder for her own kidnapping?”
Yup. That was me. The girl who helped the guy of her dreams—her dad’s rival, the one he’d warned her to stay away from—smuggle her out of her bedroom in the middle of the night. I was either the smartest girl ever...or the dumbest.
3
Mac
Damn, she felt good in my arms. Too fucking good. I quickly shoved her at Scout, frustrated at my reaction to her. “She rides with you.” His eyebrows shot up to his hairline, but I ignored him as I hopped out of the van. I kept my eyes averted, so I wouldn’t see how she responded to my order. If she liked the idea of being near Scout, I was afraid I’d rip his fucking head off. However, I couldn’t help watching her hips and tight ass sway as she walked away from me.
I stalked to my hog and got on, slamming my foot down on the kick starter. Scout’s engine revved and I looked jerkily in his direction. Bridget was sitting on the back of his bike, her slim arms wrapped around Scout’s torso. Even though Scout already had an old lady, something inside me howled in protest at the sight of her clinging to him. To anyone but me. It didn’t seem to matter that she was too fucking young for me. Too sweet and innocent.
“Fuck,” I muttered before yelling to be heard over the noise from the bikes, “Bridget! Get over here.”
Scout’s head pivoted, and he smirked at me before helping her off the seat. I scowled darkly, my eyes threatening retribution if he said even one fucking word. Bridget hesitated when she caught sight of my expression. I held out my hand and beckoned her forward with my fingers, softening my look so she wouldn’t be afraid.
I handed her a helmet and fastened the straps, tucking her red hair out of her face. “Hop on, baby,” I growled. “We need to get the fuck outta here.”
She climbed on and wrapped her arms around me tightly. Her tits pressed flush against my back, and I could feel her heart racing. I rarely let any woman ride with me but when I had, it had never felt this good. She fit me like a glove. Shaking my head, I tried to dispel the thoughts invading my mind and took off like a bat outta hell.
We reached the Silver Saints compound a little less than an hour later. Once inside the main garage, I shut off my bike and helped Bridget to her feet. As she swung her leg over, she lost her balance and went tumbling into my chest.
Son of a bitch. Riding with her wrapped around me had made me hard as fuck but when she was pressed against my front, I thought my dick was gonna burst through my damn jeans. She looked up at me with wide, deep blue eyes, her pink lips slightly parted, and her skin flushed. I could too easily imagine how she would look after being thoroughly fucked and I shoved her away quickly, trying to get some control.
I hadn’t kidnapped her to make her my plaything. I didn’t roll that way—she was simply leverage for the swap. I had no intention of corrupting Pierce’s innocent little princess, no matter how tempting the idea was. The last thing I needed was to jeopardize the plan by getting involved with her. Besides, I reminded myself, she’s too damn young for you. I was old enough to be her motherfucking father.
After removing her helmet, I grasped her arm and towed her behind me to the clubhouse. “Do what I tell you, keep out of the way, and you’ll be headed home to your palace as soon as your asshole father does what I want,” I explained as we walked.
We entered through a side door so I could take her down the hall to my office without parading her through the front room. Just the idea of anyone else leering at her had my blood boiling. I was so intent on our destination that I almost plowed into Cat when she stepped out of the kitchen.
Cat looked Bridget up and down before turning to me with a curious and slightly disgusted expression. “That Pierce’s little princess?” she asked.
“Bridget,” I corrected, surprisingly irritated at Cat�
�s description and attitude. “Don’t want any of the other girls or old ladies hassling her.” I gave Cat a hard look. “I’m putting you in charge of her.”
Cat narrowed her grassy green eyes and pursed her lips for a moment, but simply nodded.
“Making the call to Pierce now, then I’ll put her in my room.”
Cat’s eyebrows practically went through the roof, and Bridget made a muffled noise that I didn’t take the time to interpret. Cat clearly thought I’d lost my mind, and I didn’t completely disagree with her. Yeah, it was a stupid fucking move but while I would trust my brothers with my life, I didn’t trust them with Bridget.
I stepped around Cat, effectively dismissing her, and continued dragging Bridget to my office. Inside, I slammed the door shut and walked her to a worn couch pushed up against the left wall. “Sit.” When she obeyed without question, I nodded and went to sit at my desk.
My eyes strayed to Bridget as I dialed Pierce’s number. She was gazing around the room, her eyes more curious than apprehensive. Her reactions to everything were throwing me off kilter. I’d expected her to be terrified and to throw a spoiled tantrum, not to be so damn cooperative.
“Whaddyou want, Mac?” Pierce grunted when he answered.
“Same thing I wanted the last time we talked, jackass,” I snarled.
“Well fuck off. Haven’t changed my mind and I’m not gonna.”
“How about a trade?”
“Ain’t nothin’ you got that I’d ever want, Mac.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Pierce,” I sneered smugly. I put the phone on speaker and pointed at Bridget. “Say hello to Daddy, princess.”
She blanched and stared at me as she answered. “Um, hi Daddy.”
“WHAT THE FUCK?” Pierce roared. Bridget flinched, but I just smiled maniacally. “I will fucking kill you, Mac.”
“Relax, Pierce. I have no intention of hurting or violating your perfect spawn. I’m suggesting a straight up trade. Bridget for the motherfucker who put my guy in a coma.”
Pierce didn’t say anything at first, the only sound his heavy breathing, as he tried to calm his temper. “It’ll take me some time to find him—”
“One week,” I snapped without letting him finish. “You don’t have him by then, your little girl will have to earn her keep around here.” I hung up before Pierce could get in another word.
Bridget’s eyes were wide as she stared at me. 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 to make sure he was still sleeping before lifting it off him so I could get a better look. His eyes were closed, and his chest continued to rise and fall in a steady rhythm. I breathed a soft sigh of relief since I had no desire to get caught, but then I almost groaned in disappointment when my gaze drifted lower only to find my view blocked by a pair of black boxers.
“Stop looking at me like that, baby. Before I do something we’ll both regret,” he rasped out, startling me. Heat swept up my neck as my head jerked up. His pale green eyes were heavy-lidded and focused on my face.
“But what if I wouldn’t regret it?” Heat burned my cheeks as I asked the bold question.
He wrapped his fingers around my wrist, dragging me up and onto his chest. “Trust me. You would. You’re just too damn young to know any better.”
“Yeah, I’m young,” I conceded. “But I’m not stupid.”
He blew out a harsh breath and rubbed a hand over his face. “What you are is untouched, and I don’t fuck virgins.”
I tried to jerk away from him, but he didn’t loosen his grip. “If you’re not planning to touch me—to violate my dad’s demon spawn—why am I in your bed? Why are you holding me tight instead of pushing me away?”
His hand drifted down my back to cup my butt. “You got it wrong, baby. I called you perfect, not a demon. And that’s why you’re here with me. Because you’re too damn tempting.” He drove his hips upwards and ground his hardness against me. “I ache with need for you. Never knew it could hurt this bad. But I’m not gonna take you.”
“But why?” It didn’t make any sense to me. Mac was the kind of guy who took what he wante
d, and it certainly sounded like he wanted me. “Why not give in when we’re both hurting?”
His eyes flared, and he cursed under his breath as he rolled me onto my back. Levering his body over mine, he lowered his head and captured my mouth. My body melted against his, and my lips parted when his tongue swept across them. My acceptance of his kiss earned me a guttural groan, and his hand dove into my hair. He tilted my head back as he devoured me—his tongue stroking deep inside my mouth, claiming me.
Then he parted my legs, settled his hips between them, and I whimpered against his lips. Every inch of our bodies were plastered together. His hard length was pressed against my opening, with only my sleep shorts and his boxers separating us. I was dizzy with need, my shorts quickly moving past damp to drenched.
“One fucking kiss,” he rasped. “And you’re almost ready to fly apart for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I hissed, wiggling my hips. I wanted him closer. “Need more.”
“So damn sweet.” He wedged his face against my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. “There’s no reason for us both to suffer, not when I can give you the relief that you need.”
I shifted beneath him, and he groaned. His sensual promise made my core clench. My thighs tightened around him, and he gave a quick thrust of his hips that stroked his hard length up the center of my sleep shorts. “Mac,” I gasped.
His teeth sank into the side of my neck, hard enough to leave a mark, and then he sat up between my legs with a hand holding my knees open. His eyes swept down my body, until they focused between my legs. “Look at that. I can see how turned on you are, right through those tiny shorts of yours.” He flashed me a cocky grin. “Remind me to throw ‘em the fuck away. Need to get you something else to wear to bed because you’re too damn tempting in those. I’d lose my fucking shit if anyone else saw you dressed like this.”
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