Silver Saints MC: Volume 1

by Davenport, Fiona

  “Shit,” I muttered when my head stopped spinning. “If it gets any better, you’ll put me in an early grave.” I grinned and chuckled. “Not a bad way to go.”

  7

  Harlowe

  Over the next few days, I did my best to make Link feel as though I was going to put him in an early grave as often as possible. I’d quickly gone from being a virgin to being addicted to the orgasms my sexy biker gave me. I couldn’t get enough of him, and we spent most of our time in his room. I was wrapped up in the relationship I was building with Link and more than happy to pretend we were the only two people in our little world. It was an idyllic break from reality, allowing me to temporarily forget the reason I’d come to the Silver Saints in the first place. Somewhere in the back of my brain, I knew our bubble would be popped sooner or later. But that didn’t mean I had to be happy about the interruption when it happened.

  “Link. Open up.” A loud pounding at the door followed the order. “I’m back, so you’re off babysitting duty.”

  “Babysitting duty?” I echoed, twisting my neck around to mock-frown at him. We were cuddled on the couch in his room, watching a reality television show where they dupe the owner of a run-down classic car and overhaul it into a custom masterpiece before returning the made-over vehicle to its owner. “The classes they taught in my hometown covered stuff like CPR and first aid, not how to give mind-blowing orgasms.”

  “Give me a minute!” Link roared after a fist pounded on the door again. He scanned my face and grinned when he realized I was only teasing. “You can give me as much shit as you want, as long as you keep on begging me to make you come when I slide into that hot, little pussy of yours.”

  I slapped my hand over his mouth. “Shh, this room isn’t soundproof, and there’s someone right outside the door.”

  His blue eyes filled with humor as he nipped at my palm. It reminded me of the love bites he had left all over my body, and a shiver raced up my spine. Wrapping his fingers around my wrist, he pressed a kiss to my palm before pulling my hand away. “Get used to it. I want the whole fucking world to know you’re mine.”

  Ignoring the continued knocking on the door, I tilted my head to the side and flashed him a sly smile. “But when we were in that supply closet, I had to be quiet in case anyone was near.”

  “That’s different, angel. Nobody but me will ever get to hear the sexy-as-fuck sounds you make when you come,” he explained as he lifted me off his lap and got to his feet. After dropping a quick kiss on my lips, he stomped over to the door and flung it open. “What the fuck do you want, Scout?”

  “I figured you could use a break from watching over Cat’s girl, so I’m going to bring her with us to the shooting range,” Scout explained.

  I saw Link’s hands fist at his sides, so I came up behind him and stroked my hand down his back in a comforting gesture as I greeted my friend’s man, “Hey, Scout.”

  “Hey, Harlowe.” He flashed me an apologetic grin. “Sorry I’ve been gone since you got here.”

  “No worries,” I reassured him as I threaded my fingers through Link’s. “I’ve been well taken care of.”

  Scout’s gaze dropped to our hands, and his brows arched. He was about to say something else when Cat strode down the hallway and elbowed him in the side. “Seriously? I told you Harlowe was fine and to leave them alone.”

  “You know me better than that, kitty cat.” Scout flung an arm around her shoulders. “Huntley sent her to me for protection, so she’s my responsibility.”

  “There are a few things we need to get clear here,” Link growled.

  “Oh, boy. Here we go,” Cat sighed, her eyes twinkling with a knowing gleam.

  “Harlowe isn’t Cat’s girl, she’s my angel. And she damn well isn’t your responsibility. As her man, I’ll be the one keeping her safe,” he declared.

  “Her man?” Scout echoed. “How the fuck long was I gone?”

  Link ignored his question and shifted his attention to Cat. “Is it ready?”

  “Yup, I just finished it this morning,” she answered with a grin.

  “Get everyone together downstairs,” Link ordered. “I want to do this publicly so there’s no misunderstandings about Harlowe in the future.”

  “What in the world are you two talking about?” I asked, feeling as though they were speaking a foreign language I didn’t understand.

  Scout didn’t seem to have the same problem. He nodded, and a big grin spread across his face as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and fired off a text. “Well, shit. If that’s the way things are, then I guess she’s not my responsibility anymore.”

  “She hasn’t been since she got here,” Link grumbled, pressing his hand on my lower back to guide me into following Scout and Cat.

  I turned my head to look over my shoulder as he shut and locked the door behind us. “What about the vest?”

  “You won’t need it,” Link assured me.

  Assuming he meant it wasn’t necessary because he had no plans to leave my side, I muttered, “Okie dokie.”

  Cat paused at the door to her and Scout’s room and waved us ahead. “I’ll be right behind you guys. I just need to grab something before I head downstairs.”

  The guys didn’t clue me into what was happening, but I wasn’t too worried since I trusted all three of them. When we walked into the big open area where everyone tended to hang out, more than a dozen people were waiting for us. I spotted a few familiar faces, including Dom over by the bar. I caught the flash of his shit-eating grin before he ducked his head when Link glanced in his direction.

  “Listen up,” Scout yelled, drawing everyone’s attention his way. “Link has an announcement to make.”

  Link nudged me forward a little, and curious gazes darted from his face to mine. Then Cat raced into the room and handed him a leather vest. I figured she’d gone back for the one I’d left behind, and I got even more confused. “I thought you said I didn’t need it?”

  “I didn’t get that one from your room,” Cat whispered before moving to stand beside her man.

  “I know you’ve all heard why Harlowe is here, and some of you have seen her around the clubhouse wearing either my or Larissa’s cut.” Link shook out the leather material Cat had handed him, and I finally understood what was happening when I saw the Property of Link patch stitched on the back. My eyes widened, and my heart raced in my chest. I still had a lot to learn about the MC lifestyle, but I knew what that patch meant. And I was one hundred percent on board with what Link was about to do. My smile was blinding as he continued, “They worked as temporary fill-ins while I was having this made for her.”

  “You making her your old lady already?” one of the guys called out.

  “Damn straight,” Link replied as he slid my arms through the holes and pulled the vest into place. “When a smart man finds the perfect woman, he nails that shit down so nobody else tries to steal her away from him. You guys trust me with your money, so you sure as fuck know I have plenty of brain cells left.”

  “And the same is true for smart women and the perfect guy,” I added with a smile.

  “Not so sure how many brain cells Harlowe has left if she thinks the old man is perfect,” Dom teased from the safety that came from being across the room. He lifted a bottle of beer into the air. “But I still think Link picked a damn good woman for his old lady. Congrats!”

  Everyone echoed his good wishes, coming over to slap Link on the back and give me a hug. Or at least they tried, but it was difficult to get their arms around me when Link pulled my back against his chest and held me close.

  “Now that you’ve publicly staked your claim on Harlowe, do you want to bring your old lady”—Scout sniggered at the term, presumably because of how much younger than Link I was—“to the shooting range to give her a lesson on how to handle a gun?”

  Loving how it had turned Link on so much that we hadn’t even made it back to his room when he found out I was good with motorcycles, I nodded eagerly. I co
uldn’t wait to see how he reacted to me handling a gun like a pro.

  8

  Link

  “Here, angel. This is a .22 pistol. It doesn’t have much kickback, making it a good gun for learning.” I handed her the weapon and showed her how to use the safety. Then I grabbed a box of ammo and my own, much more powerful, Smith and Wesson.

  We walked outside and over to the area where tables were set up in relation to each target. The outdoor range was empty, so I thought it would make Harlowe a little more comfortable. Of course, Scout was being a pain in the ass and followed right behind us.

  After setting everything down, I worked with Harlowe on her stance and instructions for aiming and firing. She picked it up fast, and I had a feeling she would be good enough to at least protect herself pretty quickly.

  While I was standing behind her, guiding her arms, she wiggled her sexy little ass, rubbing it over my cock, which was already semi-hard from seeing my girl with a gun in her hand. “You’re gonna earn yourself a spanking if you don’t cut that out, Harlowe,” I growled.

  Harlowe snickered and turned her head to whisper, “Not really a threat if it gets me even hotter, babe.”

  “Fuck,” I grunted. It was tempting to drag her back to our room and make good on the threat, but I reminded myself of what I’d been ignoring for way too long. My girl was in danger and learning to shoot would be one more layer of protection for her. “Later, angel,” I promised in a low tone.

  She sighed long and dramatic—making me chuckle—before turning her focus back to the matter at hand.

  “If you get tired of being sexually harassed by your instructor, pinkie,” Scout piped up from the next table, “I’d be more than happy to take over.” He had a smug grin on his face as he watched me rather than Harlowe. I knew he was needling me for a reaction, but even being aware of it didn’t stop me from giving him a death stare.

  “Pinkie?” Harlowe asked.

  Scout stepped closer and reached out to tug on one of the pink streaks in her hair. “I get the feeling these are your own way of showing your inner sass on the outside.”

  I shoved his arm away and snarled, “No touching.” If I gave a fuck, I’d probably be examining when I turned into such a caveman. But I had no fucks to give. I didn’t like anyone touching my woman except me.

  My brother smirked and held up his hands. “No problem”—he looked at Harlowe and winked—“my offer stands, though.”

  Harlowe shook her head, calming me so I didn’t feel quite so much like beating the shit out of Scout. “Link’s a fantastic teacher. Pretty sure he’s already taught me everything I need to know to be a crack shot.”

  I chuckled and shook my head as I reluctantly released her and stepped away. “I appreciate the confidence, angel, but unfortunately, it’s gonna take a lot more than this one lesson. So don’t get discouraged if you don’t get the hang of it right away.”

  She shrugged as she took the weapon I’d loaded for her. “Okay. But I still think you’ve taught me everything I need to know.”

  Knowing she was joking, I didn’t bother to reply, though I smiled and gave her a wink. “Get into your stance, angel.” I pointed at the target, a silhouette of the top half of a body. “Right now, just try to hit the paper anywhere. Don’t be surprised if you miss it the first several rounds because aiming takes a lot of practice. You seem like a natural, though. I’m willing to bet you’ll be able to at least nick the target after a few shots.” Harlowe nodded and shifted into the stance I’d shown her.

  Scout had been shooting, but when he noticed that Harlowe was getting ready to fire, he stopped and turned to watch. “Twenty bucks says she hits somewhere on the target in the first ten shots.”

  I grinned and crossed my arms over my chest. “Fifty says she hits the body.”

  Scout lifted his chin. “You’re on.”

  Harlowe sighed and lifted her hands. “A hundred bucks says I hit him dead center of his forehead.”

  I tried not to laugh too hard, and Scout coughed, obviously trying to suppress his own raucous laughter. “I’m not taking your money, angel,” I said with another chuckle.

  She slowly turned her head and pierced me with her gorgeous hazel eyes. “Or are you afraid I’ll actually do it?”

  A snort of laughter popped out of Scout’s mouth, and I glared at him before looking at Harlowe. She was completely serious, and I had clearly turned into a fucking pussy because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. “Not gonna do it, angel.”

  She narrowed her eyes, then they crinkled at the sides as her frown melted into a smirk. “Tell you what. If I don’t hit him right between where his eyes would be, I’ll let you tie me to the bed and do whatever you want to me for twenty-four hours.”

  A wicked smile slid across my face as I imagined all the things I’d be doing with those twenty-four hours.

  “And if I win”—I was barely paying attention, still lost in my fantasies—“I get to put my brand on you.”

  My brow shot up in surprise. Not that I was against the idea… in fact, I’d already been thinking about doing it. I was just surprised that this was what she chose for a prize. Even though I was sure I would win this bet if, by some miracle, she happened to accidentally put a bullet between the guy’s eyes, I was more than okay with fulfilling her request.

  I pretended to mull it over for a minute, then nodded. “Deal.”

  Harlowe’s triumphant smile was adorable as she returned her concentration to the target. She took a breath, and as she released it, she squeezed the trigger and fired off two rounds. Pop! Pop!

  I’d been admiring her body and fantasizing again, so I didn’t pay much attention until Scout shouted, “Holy fuck!” I swiveled my head around, and my jaw went slack when I spotted a hole clearly made from two bullets in the very center of the forehead.

  “No fucking way,” I breathed as I exhaled a whoosh of air. Harlowe grinned and brought the barrel of the gun to just below her lips to blow away the imaginary smoke. “How could you possibly do that by accident?” I mused out loud, still unable to believe what I was seeing.

  Harlowe rolled her eyes and raised the gun again. Pop! Pop! Both rounds landed on or near the other bullet holes. Well, shit.

  Scout started howling with laughter. “She fucking played us, man.”

  A part of me wanted to laugh with him, but it was overwhelmed by the rush of hunger that spread through me like a wildfire. Every time I thought Harlowe couldn’t get any hotter, she went and proved me wrong. Seeing her handle a gun like a pro was sexy as fuck. My cock swelled to the point of pain. My hands itched to dig into her hair and yank it back so my lips could leave a mark on her skin while my dick left my mark inside her tight little pussy.

  Without a word, I took her gun and flipped the safety, then set it on the table. I grabbed her hand and pivoted, pulling her behind me as I made my way back to the armory. “Take care of that shit, and I’ll owe you,” I called to Scout. All I heard was more laughter.

  “Um...are you mad that I pretended not to know how to shoot?” Her tone was wary, but she also sounded a little pissed, and it made me smile.

  I came to a hard stop and spun around, yanking Harlowe into me so that our bodies melded together. “Does it feel like I’m mad, angel?” I drawled. She gasped when she felt the bulge in my jeans pushing against her belly. “Need to find somewhere to fuck you. Now.”

  Harlowe’s cheeks turned a little pink, and her lips tipped up in a goofy smile. “Lead the way.”

  I was about to do just that when Scout yelled for us to wait. I was about to tell him to fuck off but swallowed it when I saw the expression on his face. He had his phone to his ear and was jogging toward us.

  When he was a few steps away, he stopped and listened for another minute, his expression growing darker by the second. “Can you send me the info?” His eyes finally lifted to meet mine, and they were hot with rage. “Huntley,” he explained. Harlowe started to reach for the phone, but I gently pushed her
arm away and glared at her. Her lips pinched in irritation and her eyes narrowed, but I didn’t have time to placate her. This was about her safety. Nothing was more important, and I needed to handle this shit.

  Scout was already holding the phone out when I snatched it from his hand. “What’s the update on Harlowe’s situation?”

  There was silence for a beat, then he growled, “Who the fuck are you? Where’s Kyle?”

  “I’m Harlowe’s man,” I snarled. “From now on, you got information involving her, it comes straight to me. Scout will make sure you have my number.”

  Again, a tiny stretch of silence. “We don’t have time to deal with who you are and what you think you are to my sister”—I growled, wanting to correct him, but he was right on one point. We could deal with that shit later—“An undercover contact of mine just surfaced to let me know there’s been a hit put out on Harlowe.”

  “Son of a bitch,” I grunted. This was a whole new problem to deal with. I needed to get Harlowe back to the clubhouse and under lock and key so that me and my boys could get to the bottom of this shit. “We’ll take care of it.”

  “Scout assured me that your club has the resources to find out who took the contract and track him down.” It was a statement, but we both knew what he was asking.

  “We do. I’ll keep her safe,” I vowed. We were talking about his little sister, and I knew he had to be fucking terrified for her, so I gave him something more. “She means everything to me. I’d give my life to protect her.”

  9

  Harlowe