Silver Saints MC: Volume 1

by Davenport, Fiona

  “What’s going on in that pretty head, angel?” She bit down on her plump bottom lip, and it almost distracted me from the fact that something was on her mind. “Harlowe.” My tone made it clear that I expected an answer.

  Her fingers drifted over my right side once more before she clasped her hands together in her lap and blurted, “What happened to your wife?”

  My eyebrows shot to my hairline, and I sat up so that we were directly facing each other. “Wife? Who told you I was married?” I was gonna kill whatever fucking brother was messing with Harlowe.

  “Well, you have a daughter so…” she trailed off.

  I gripped her chin in my hand and gave her a hard stare. “Never been married, angel. Larissa’s mom was a one-time drunken mistake when I was young and dumb that I never saw again. Can’t even remember her name. But nine months later, there was a baby girl with my eyes and smile sitting on my doorstep.”

  Harlowe’s lips formed a little O, and I couldn’t resist swooping down to capture her mouth in a deep kiss. My tongue slipped through the opening and explored the recesses of her mouth. It took less than a heartbeat for her to melt into my arms, and I gently eased her down onto the mattress and covered her body with mine. Urgency was building in me, but for the moment, I wanted to take it slow and savor her taste. My mouth moved over hers, devouring her softness, and I groaned as pleasure radiated outward.

  Harlowe trembled beneath me, and I groaned as I sank down even farther until there was no space between our bodies. Her tits pillowed against my chest, and I could feel her hard little nipples through the fabric of her shirt. When a tiny moan slipped from between her lips, and she shifted so that my cock was cradled in the apex of her thighs, the hunger I’d been holding back rushed to the surface.

  Reluctantly, I tore my lips from hers and levered up on one elbow so that I could grab the hem of the shirt and drag it up and over her head. When she realized what I was doing, she immediately helped wiggle out of it. My eyes devoured every inch of her pale, silky skin, and I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting it. My hands outlined the circle of her big tits, and I pushed them up before wrapping my lips around one sensitive, swollen tip. Harlowe moaned, and her hips bucked, her hands caressing my shoulders and back. She was driving me out of my fucking mind, and I was dying to be inside her.

  Somewhere in my brain was the reminder that we should talk before I popped her cherry and made her mine. But that part was buried beneath the overwhelming need to claim her. I used my teeth to scrape her nipple and my tongue to soothe the bite. Then switched to her other round globe to give it equal treatment. When I’d had my fill—for now—of her tits, I scooted down, leaving a trail of burning kisses in my wake. I stopped at her stomach and licked a circle around her cute little belly button. My gaze locked onto her smooth, flat belly, and I was suddenly slammed in the face by a desire I never thought I would feel.

  When I was young, I never really considered my future or having a family. Then my life turned upside down in the space of a day, and I found myself a single dad at nineteen. I never regretted having Larissa in my life, not for one fucking second. But between raising my baby girl alone, climbing the ranks in the club, and working to gain my degree online, I hadn’t had time for any other relationship. As I got older, I found I was content with my life and family. Not that I would turn away a relationship if the right woman came along, but I was nearing forty and I’d done the dad thing. I didn’t foresee ever wanting to have more kids.

  So it came as a complete shock to me when I had the undeniable urge to mark Harlowe’s unprotected womb with my seed. I craved seeing her stomach round and swollen with my child. My dick started leaking at the thought. Well, shit. There was no going back now.

  A tide of passion raged through me and pulled me under. I swiftly removed my boxer briefs and shucked them off the bed. Then I spread her legs and settled between them, my eyes glued to her pink, glistening pussy. I licked up her slit and grunted, “You taste so fucking delicious.” I dived right in, devouring her and drinking down her juices. I slipped a finger inside her taut hole. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” I rasped. “Gotta make sure you can take my big cock in this sweet virgin pussy.” I worked at stretching her until I was able to put in a second finger, and then a third. I quickly drove her over the edge, and she cried out with her release, her inner muscles clamping down on my digits and pulsing with every wave of her orgasm.

  Come oozed out of the swollen tip of my dick, practically weeping to be inside her ripe little body. While she was still riding out her climax, I withdrew my fingers and licked them clean, groaning at the taste of honey and woman. I coasted up until I was dwarfing her with my big body and my cock was nestled in her soaking wet heat. “Look at me, angel,” I commanded gruffly. Harlowe slowly lifted her heavy lids and her hazel eyes were cloudy, drugged with passion. She had a satisfied expression on her face, but there was also a restlessness, her body still craving completion. “I’m gonna pop your cherry, angel. Then you’ll be mine and only mine. Do you understand?” Harlowe’s eyes glowed with happiness as she nodded and her puffy, kiss-swollen lips curved up into a smile.

  Her immediate acceptance set off a primal reaction, and my lips covered hers hungrily as my pelvis rocked into her. She was so wet it coated my dick so it slid easily through her folds and would make it easier to breach her untouched pussy.

  Harlowe returned my kiss with equal fervor, seeming as desperate for me as I was for her. She moaned and gripped my shoulders, her fingers digging into my rigid muscles, sending shockwaves of molten desire straight to my cock.

  Finally, I ripped my mouth from her and buried my face in her hair as I lined up my shaft with her primed channel. “Are you on the pill, angel?” I demanded in a low rumble. She tensed and shook her head. “Good.” She started to say something, but it trailed off into a moan as I pushed inside her. It took every last ounce of my control to enter her slowly, feeding her my long, thick cock centimeter by centimeter. I gritted my teeth and tried to tune out her needy whimpers and whispered words begging for me to go faster.

  After what seemed like a fucking eternity, my tip bumped the thin barrier between me and heaven. Harlowe tensed, and I pressed soft, hot kisses down the side of her face and along her jaw until I captured her mouth, parting her lips with my thrusting tongue. After a minute, she melted into the kiss, and I abruptly punched my hips forward, claiming her cherry and burying myself as deep as possible. Her hot, wet pussy pulsed around my shaft, gripping it so hard I nearly saw stars. But her whimper of pain kept me from letting my animal instincts take over, and I held myself still, allowing her time to adjust and stretch around my wide cock.

  “Relax, angel,” I murmured in a soothing tone. “Just give it a minute, and I promise it will feel so much fucking better.”

  Harlowe shimmied a tiny bit and made a sexy little mewling sound. “It already does,” she whispered. Then she wiggled again, and I grabbed her hips in an iron grip.

  “Don’t move like that unless you’re ready for me to fuck you, Harlowe,” I growled. “I’m barely hanging on.”

  “I want you to,” she breathed.

  I raised a single eyebrow and locked my eyes on her face with a smirk. “Want me to what, angel?”

  Her cheeks sprinkled with crimson as she blushed, and her eyes dropped to my chest. “To, um, move.”

  “You want me to fuck you, angel?” She nodded, the color on her face deepening. “Then say it.”

  Harlowe’s eyes narrowed, and the hazel orbs sparked with the sass I’d seen glimpses off. “I want you to fuck me, Lincoln,” she purred.

  I’d been teasing her, trying to draw out some of the attitude she’d displayed the day before, but it fucking backfired. Because the second I heard those dirty words from her sexy mouth, the last of the blood in my body drained to my dick and left nothing behind except the Neanderthal whose only goal was to claim his woman. To brand her pussy as his and fill her unprotected womb with his seed.
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  I grasped Harlowe’s hips so hard she would most likely have bruises the next day, but fuck if that didn’t turn me on even more. My cock dragged along her silky walls as I retreated, and when I was almost completely unsheathed, I slammed back in, bottoming out and releasing a guttural shout. “Fuck! You feel so damn good, angel. Fuck!”

  At first, I moved in and out in a steady rhythm, but as her pussy wrapped itself around me tighter and tighter, I felt practically feral. I moved faster and harder, fucking her with wild abandon, rutting between her legs like an animal. But Harlowe matched my passion, arching her body and begging for more—urging me on with her escalating cries of ecstasy.

  “Yes! Oh, yes! More, Link! Harder! Yes! Yes!”

  I pushed her over the edge, and my name ripped from her chest with a savage scream. “Fuck! Your pussy is milking my cock so good, angel,” I rasped, my jaw clenched tight from the effort it was taking to keep from coming with her. I wasn’t ready, though. I wanted another one so her womb would be ready for everything I had to give it.

  She’d barely recovered from her first climax when I started driving her up again. “That’s it, Harlowe,” I encouraged as she wrapped herself around me, her inner muscles clenching to hold me in. “Your pussy is so hungry for my cock,” I growled. “Come again, angel. Give me another one before I fill your pussy with so much come you’ll be dripping for days.” My filthy words seemed to spur her on, and she cried out as she bore down a little harder.

  “Ooh, Lincoln. I’m-I’m going to—”

  “Come, angel,” I commanded, my tone harder than I’d intended because I was teetering on the edge. One of my hands glided from her hip to where we were joined, and I pinched her tight, swollen bud as I slammed in and out so hard the bed smashed into the wall.

  Thank fuck that tossed her over the precipice because I couldn’t hold back anymore. I threw my head back and roared as my orgasm barreled through me with the force of a tornado. I exploded inside her, releasing spurt after spurt of hot, thick come. Never in my life had I ever felt pleasure so fucking deep and intense.

  It hit me then like a ton of fucking bricks. I had no idea how this girl had climbed inside me and taken over so fast, but I couldn’t deny what I felt. I loved her. And I was never letting her go.

  We lay there for a while, my body blanketing her, our breaths coming out in ragged pants, and our hearts beating erratically. They began to even out eventually, and I realized I was probably crushing her, though she didn’t seem to mind if the way she was clinging to me was any indication. Still, I rolled onto my side, then shifted her so she was facing away before pulling her back against me and tucking her into the curve of my body. I placed an arm under her head and the other curled around her, cupping one of her soft tits, then I released a slow breath, utterly content.

  The buzzing of my cell woke me a little later, and I tried to ignore it, but it just kept going off. Harlowe groaned and kicked me in the shin, making me laugh. “Make it stop!” she growled adorably.

  I grunted in mock pain, making her giggle. The sweet sound had my semi-hard cock at full alert, which only served to make me even more pissed at whoever was interrupting us. I reached behind me and snagged my cell off the nightstand. A quick glance at the screen showed Dax’s name, causing a frown to cross my face. There must have been a problem on the run. I quickly answered. “Link.”

  “Dom is almost back to the clubhouse. He’s going to watch Harlowe today.” I wanted to argue, but I knew if Dax was sending one of the enforcers and calling me, some serious shit was going down. “We need you to see the Roads of Chaos VP. We set up a meet in two hours at a neutral spot in our town. They were jumped on their last run, and they cut us off this morning when we were heading through their territory. They want our protection, and Mac wants the alliance ironed out today. Bridget went into labor last night, and he doesn’t want this hanging over our heads while he’s out of commission.”

  I wanted to tell him to send someone in my place, but as much as I preferred not to be around people, Mac tended to use me as an emissary when he was unavailable. Not because of my people skills, but because I had a level head and an eye for detail. “Fuck,” I muttered. “Send me the info on the meet.”

  Dax agreed and hung up. I cursed under my breath as I slowly separated from my girl’s warm, naked body. She stirred, and I brushed her hair back to whisper a kiss over her shoulder, nearly groaning when it caused her to shiver. “Go back to sleep, angel.”

  I hurried through a shower and got dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, boots, and my cut. I’d had one made for Larissa, but she’d decided not to take it to school with her so that nothing would happen to it. It didn’t state “Property of Link,” like the one I’d order for Harlowe, but it said, “Touch me and die. Link has a gun and a shovel.” Since I needed to wear my cut, and I couldn’t leave Harlowe without a clear “Do not touch what’s mine” message, Larissa’s vest would have to do for the day.

  I started a bath before returning to the bed with the leather cut. Leaning over Harlowe, I steeled myself against the sight of all that smooth, creamy skin and bent to kiss her lips. “Wake up, angel.”

  She stirred and smiled up at me as she stretched, making me groan as my cock tried to bust through my zipper.

  “Got to take care of some club business for a couple of hours. Won’t be too long.” I trailed a finger from the valley between her tits to her pussy and circled her mound, cursing Dax and Mac to hell when she moaned. “Started a bath for you, angel. Take a good, long soak. It’ll help with soreness, and I need this pretty pussy to be ready when I get back. ’Cause I’m gonna make sure we both know who it belongs to.” I grinned when she rolled her eyes. I dropped the cut onto the bed and gave her a hard look. “You need to wear this whenever you leave the room, angel,” I commanded. She took it and held it up to read the back, then laughed hysterically. I caged her between my arms and brought my face inches from hers. “I mean it, Harlowe. My cut protects you.” Then I gave her a quick, hard kiss and a slap on the ass before stomping out of our room.

  5

  Harlowe

  Link had been right; a long bath in hot water had done wonders for the aches I’d been feeling in places I didn’t even realize could be sore. But the glow I’d felt at Link taking care of me had long since disappeared. Kind of how he had.

  He’d said he’d be busy for a couple of hours, so I’d been looking forward to cuddling up to Link in his bed when he was done. I was disappointed when Cat had come up to check on me after I’d gotten out of the tub and mentioned that he’d had to leave to take care of something since I’d assumed he was working in his office. I hadn’t been angry, though. The timing sucked, but I knew he had other responsibilities besides me. I figured I’d hang out in his room and watch something on TV while he was gone.

  After a few more hours passed, I was too hungry to wait around for him any longer. Grumbling over the fact that he hadn’t come back yet, I tugged on a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and the leather vest Link had insisted I wear around the clubhouse. Then I shoved my burner phone in my back pocket and headed out the door. I didn’t see anyone on my way down to the kitchen, but Cat was pulling stuff out of the fridge when I got there.

  “Do you need any help?”

  She whirled around and let out a small yelp at my question. “Shit! I didn’t hear you come in.”

  “Sorry about that.” I offered her an apologetic smile as I crossed the room to grab the big package of chicken breasts she was about to drop. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  Crossing over to the pantry, she waved off my concern. After she pulled out a bottle of vegetable oil and a jar of salsa, she mumbled, “It's not your fault. Kyle always reminds me that I need to be more aware of my surroundings.”

  Huntley had drilled the situational awareness mantra into my head for years, so I was familiar with those reminders too. “Cut yourself some slack, I’m much lighter on my feet than the guys around here”—I lifted my right leg
and wiggled my Chucks—“and these don’t make near as much noise as motorcycle boots.”

  “Good point,” Cat chuckled, shaking her head.

  “So, back to my original question.” I pointed at the food on the counter. “Do you want some help?”

  She pulled out a big slow cooker. “Nah, I’m just making chicken taco meat for a late dinner since most of the guys will probably hit up the hospital before heading here.”

  My head reared back in shock, as I pictured all the reasons so many of them would need to go to the hospital. “What happened? Is Link okay?”

  “What?” She lifted her head to scan my face and swore, “Shit!” Hurrying to my side, she wrapped her arms around my back and gave me a tight squeeze. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that. Nobody is hurt. Bridget had the baby today, and I know the guys will want to offer her and Mac their congratulations. And they’ll definitely want to see Molly. That little biker princess is going to have all of them wrapped around her tiny fingers in no time at all.”

  She grabbed her cell out of her pocket and pulled up a picture of the happy family. I stared down at the screen and grinned. “She’s so adorable.”

  “Yeah, the guys are definitely going to have their hands full watching over her.” Her eyes filled with a mischievous gleam. “Luckily, they already have a lot of practice at it since Larissa was a handful growing up. Not that I can blame her since she had her dad and a bunch of uncles hovering over her without a mom to keep them in line.”

  “Yeah, they definitely got the hang of it with Link’s daughter.” I turned so she could see the back of the vest I was wearing.

  “Seeing you in Link’s cut yesterday was a bit of a surprise, but I have to admit that I’m flat-out shocked to see you in this.” Cat traced the lettering stitched into the leather. “As much as Larissa gave her dad a hard time about the threat to any man who touched her, she treasured this gift more than anything else her dad ever gave her. Him letting you wear it makes a pretty damn big statement.”