Bridget
Waking up the second morning after Mac took me wasn’t nearly as pleasurable as the first. Cat had kept me busy all day, and I’d been exhausted when she’d finally released me from being her slave-laborer after dinner clean-up. I’d tried to stay awake so I could talk to him, in the hope that I’d be able to convince him to let me spend my time with someone—anyone—other than Cat. Preferably him. But I must have passed out before he’d turned in for the night, and slept through him leaving since the bed was now empty. I would have thought I’d spent the entire night alone if it wasn’t for the indentation on the pillow next to me and the slight hint of his scent on the sheets.
“I better see that man more today than I did yesterday,” I mumbled to myself. “Or else I’ll have to kick my own butt for cooperating in my own kidnapping.”
My muscles ached when I crawled out of bed and headed into the bathroom to get ready for my day. Not that I needed to do a lot since I was just going to be a hot and sweaty mess soon because Cat clearly had it out for me. A fact that was proven to me yet again when I walked into the kitchen and she turned from the stove to glare at me.
“Did the spoiled princess get enough sleep? Would she like a cup of coffee? Maybe a gourmet breakfast?”
I didn’t bother saying anything. I’d learned that lesson yesterday. Cat couldn’t care less what I had to say or if she hurt my feelings. She’d made her mind up about me, and nothing was going to change it.
“Now that you’re finally up, get over here and stir these eggs.”
I did as she asked—or ordered, really, since it wasn’t a request—and took her place at the stove. There were at least two dozen eggs in the pan, and Cat hurried over to the toaster to pull out four slices of toast. She popped another four slices in, buttered the ones that were done, and set them on top of an already tall pile on a plate. It seemed like she was making enough to feed a small army.
Scout strolled in and gave Cat a quick pat on her butt. “How’s breakfast coming along, Kitty Cat?”
“Better now that the princess is finally up,” she grumbled.
“Well then, I’m glad Blue’s around to lend a hand in the kitchen.”
“Blue?” Cat echoed softly.
“Yeah, she needed a nickname and Blue seemed like the obvious choice with those gorgeous eyes of hers,” Scout explained.
If looks could kill, I’d have dropped dead on the spot after the venomous scowl Cat shot my way. She smiled up at Scout when he looked down at her, so he didn’t catch the look she gave me. While he snagged a piece of toast before heading out the door, she pulled a couple of baking sheets of bacon out of the oven.
“You make your bacon in the oven?”
My question earned me another glare and an eye-roll. “Yeah, ‘cause it’s less messy and easier to cook it in big batches that way than in a pan.” She gave me a considering look, and then her lips tilted up in a smug grin. “Although I guess that for the short time you’re around, I don’t have to worry about making a mess since I’ve got you to clean it up for me.”
Ignoring her effort to push my buttons yet again, I asked a question that had been bugging me instead. “The old ladies in my dad’s club don’t take care of even half the stuff that you do. They hand most of it off to the girls who hang around for the guys. Couldn’t you do the same and have them help you more often?”
“It isn’t your job to question the way we do things around here,” she spat at me. Then she slammed one of the empty baking sheets into the sink and stalked towards me. When she got close enough to reach me, she grabbed my upper arm and her nails dug into my skin. “The Silver Saints aren’t anything like the Hounds of Hellfire, and we never will be. Why in the hell would we want to be when one of those motherfuckers put one of our guys in a coma for standing up for a woman?”
“I didn’t—” My sentence broke off when she shook me.
“Of course you didn’t! How could you when sheltered princesses don’t know what goes on in the real world?” She swept her free hand in the air, waving around the kitchen. “Look around. Your daddy isn’t here to protect you. Nobody is. Not even Mac. You might be wearing his cut, but that’s only because he doesn’t want the guys to take things too far with you. You’re a commodity to him, nothing more. The lever he needed to pull to get your dad to come to the bargaining table. Nothing less, and sure as fuck nothing more. Not like it’ll be when he finds the woman he wants to be his old lady and has her wear it. Assuming she’ll even want the same one he put on your boney ass.”
I’d held firm through her whole rant—right up until the point when she mentioned some other woman wearing Mac’s cut. My mind filled with thoughts of someone else where I wanted to be. In his bed. Making a life with him. I yanked my arm out of Cat’s hold. Once I was free, I ran out of the kitchen, through the bar area in front, and out the door.
If I hadn’t been so upset, I would have heard the familiar rumble of engines as a group of motorcycles pulled in front of the clubhouse. But instead, I stumbled down the steps and onto the driveway with tears clouding my vision.
I heard Mac yell my name, and I stopped to rub at my eyes. He sounded weird. Pissed...and scared, maybe? My head popped up, and my heart raced in my chest when I saw two motorcycles barreling towards me. Before I had the chance to move, strong arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me out of harm’s way.
“Shit,” Mac grunted in my ear, squeezing me tight against his chest before setting me back on my feet. “That was too fucking close. What the hell were you thinking?” He shook me a little and scowled fiercely when he let go and saw red fingerprints and scratches on the arm Cat had grabbed in the kitchen. “Fuck, did I do that?”
His pale green eyes filled with remorse. I reached up and patted his chest softly. “No,” I reassured him. “My skin is sensitive and marks easily, but this isn’t from you.”
The guilt bled out of his gaze and was replaced with fury. “Someone dared to touch you? Who was it?”
I stared up at him and shook my head. “It’s nothing. Just the way my skin is. Don’t worry about it.”
His fingers gripped the edges of his cut and pulled me into his chest. “I’m the Prez. You’re wearing my patch. That means you’re untouchable. But you’ve got marks on your arm, tears in your eyes, and you almost got run down by one of my men. That sure as fuck is something.”
I shook my head again. If I ever wanted any hope of a relationship with Mac in the future, I’d have to find a way to coexist with Cat. Things with her were bad enough, I didn’t want to make them worse.
A frustrated growl rumbled up his chest, and I patted him gently again. His gaze dropped to my hand and filled with determination. Then he grabbed me around the waist, hoisted me over his shoulder, and stalked into the clubhouse.
Chapter Seven
Mac
I was so done with this shit. One day…I’d only lasted one day. I knew it was pathetic but I was beyond caring at this point. My body was vibrating with tension—first from fear as I watched those bikes racing towards Bridget, then fury at the motherfucker who marked her beautiful skin, and now I was consumed by lust. Everything had come together and combusted, blowing apart my good intentions.
Cat was standing in the doorway watching, her eyes wide, and she had to jump out of the way so I wouldn’t run into her.
Bridget tugged on the back of my shirt, no doubt close to where her face was currently hanging. “Um…where are we going?” Her voice was hesitant, but with a thread of heated excitement.
I patted her ass and then used a firm hand to hold her steady as I jogged up the stairs. “You know exactly what’s happening here, Bridget,” I growled. “I’m done fighting this. Us. I fucking need you.”
“Okay!” she squeaked. I chuckled as I barged through my bedroom door and slammed it shut. Then I tossed her on the bed and came down over her. Her soft body melted under mine, and I groaned.
Somehow this slip of a girl had tossed my world upside down and then righte
d it, when I hadn’t even realized it had always been crooked.
I lowered my head and sucked lightly on her bottom lip before sealing our mouths together in a deep kiss. My tongue swept inside, and I grunted in approval when hers timidly tangled with mine.
“You taste like fucking heaven, baby,” I mumbled as I placed hot, wet kisses along her jaw and down the long column of her throat. She moaned and the sound shot through me, taking the little blood I had left in my brain straight to my groin.
I pulled back, just a little, and took in the sight of her sprawled on my bed, wearing my cut. A declaration that she was mine. In that moment, I knew, I’d have to figure out another way to bargain with Pierce. Bridget wasn’t going anywhere; I was keeping her. Age be damned. Fuck the rivalry with her father. Screw anything and everything that might keep me from her. I’d steamroll over anything in my way.
Part of me wanted to take things sweet and slow for her, but I was still amped up from almost seeing her mowed down and the fury at the bruising and scratches on her arms.
I practically ripped the clothes from her body and then quickly shucked my own. Fuck, but she was beautiful. All pale, creamy skin, with a sprinkling of freckles that I couldn’t wait to connect with my tongue. Rosy nipples puckered on her generous tits, begging for my mouth. Her blue eyes were wide and glazed with desire, while her flaming red hair was spread out around her like a halo of fire.
Gathering her tight to me, I hissed out a breath at the electricity that sizzled everywhere our naked skin touched. Her hands caressed my face before delving into my hair and yanking my face down so she could claim a deep kiss. I couldn’t help a small chuckle at her attempt at being aggressive. It was cute as fuck and yet, also incredibly sexy.
I shifted so my throbbing cock was nestled in the curls at the juncture of her thighs. Her pussy was hot, and I slid through her wetness as it coated the underside of my dick. I wanted so badly to bury myself fast and hard inside her, but her obvious innocence caused me to hesitate.
“Are you a virgin, baby?” I asked gruffly. I was pretty sure I knew her answer but I asked anyway, to be certain. I wanted her either way, but if some other motherfucker had touched my woman, I would hunt him down and wipe her from his memory.
A sweet blush stole over her face, spreading down over her chest. She nodded shyly and squirmed underneath me. “Don’t move like that, Bridget,” I snapped. She froze, and I immediately attempted to soften my tone. “I don’t want to lose control and be too rough with you, baby.”
Her blush intensified and her eyes dropped to my chest, staring intently at my ink. “What if I want you to lose control? To be raw and real with me?”
Fucking hell. This woman was perfect. So innocent and seemingly shy. But there was a wildcat hiding in there, I was sure of it. It was going to become my mission in life to get her to open up and be comfortable being herself.
“Gotta be gentle with you this first time. Don’t worry, someone is going to lose control,”—I grinned—“it just won’t be me.” I was determined and little cocky, completely confident in my ability to hold back. I’d never given myself to a woman completely. I’d never give up that level of control.
I didn’t wait for her to respond, instead I set about my goal starting with her deliciously tempting nipples. I sucked each peak in turn, lavishing them with my tongue and scraping them gently through my teeth. Then I kissed my way down her body until I was nestled between her thighs. “Been craving another taste of this pussy. Haven’t been able to get it out of my mind.” Since I would have to be careful when it came time to put my cock in her, I allowed myself to go a little crazy with my mouth at her core. I tongue-fucked her hard, reveling in her moans and shivers. Then I pumped her with two fingers while I feasted on her clit. It didn’t take long to drive her over the edge, and I lapped up every bit of her juices as she screamed my name.
Part of me could have stayed there all day, making her come over and over with my mouth and hand. But my cock was leaking heavily and painfully hard.
I climbed back up and slid my cock through her drenched pussy again, getting it good and wet, knowing her slickness would make getting my large dick inside her a little easier.
Slowly, I eased the tip in and already her pussy began squeezing. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I grunted. “Put your legs around me, baby.” She did as she was told, and I slid in another inch. I worked myself in slowly, allowing her to adjust to my size before moving deeper. By the time I was fully seated inside her, I was dripping with sweat from my efforts to hold back.
“Jared,” Bridget moaned as she writhed and her inner muscles clenched.
I fucking lost it. I pulled out, almost all the way, and then thrust in fast and hard until I was balls deep again. I felt mindless with lust as I repeated the action, increasing in speed and pounding my cock in her pussy. Her screams of pleasure fed my need for her and I shoved her legs up so her knees went to her chest. The new angle allowed me to slide in even deeper, and I shouted at the overwhelming sensation.
I tried to keep a thread of sanity about me, to make sure I wasn’t hurting her. But her hips bucked, meeting me thrust for thrust, her mouth opened and her head was thrown back in ecstasy.
“I could live inside your pussy, baby.” I growled. “That’s right, squeeze the fuck out of my cock. Take every fucking inch.”
“Yes! Jared. Yes!” she cried out.
I was close, I could feel the telling tingle in my spine. I leaned down and sucked on her nipples as my fingers deftly found her bundle of nerves and pushed her higher. Suddenly her whole body tensed and she shattered with an ear-splitting scream.
My cock exploded with my release as my roar of surrender practically shook the walls. I kept a steady rhythm, my cock filling her so full of my come it was spilling from her womb. To my shock, Bridget exploded once more and it set off another small orgasm in me. I would have thought my dick was thoroughly empty, but the ejaculations just kept on pulsing.
Finally, I began to soften as Bridget’s shudders subsided and our heart rates slowed. Fucking A. I’d never experienced anything like this, it was fucking intense.
I stared down at her gorgeous face in silence for a few minutes. Her eyes were closed and her face was filled with blissful contentment.
This had changed everything, and I had to make sure she was completely aware. “Baby, look at me,” I gruffed. Her eyes opened languidly, the blue orbs hazy with afterglow. “There’s no turning back, Bridget,” I told her seriously. “This means you’re mine. Do you understand that? I won’t be letting you go.”
Chapter Eight
Bridget
Apparently, the third time was the charm when it came to my stay with the Silver Saints because I found myself wrapped tight in Mac’s arms after waking up. I was still exhausted, but incredibly grateful to not have overslept and missed out on the experience. Although we’d spent most of the previous day in bed, we’d barely gotten any sleep—but I’d certainly gotten an extremely thorough introduction into passion. Mac had wrung orgasm after orgasm out of my body until we both collapsed. Shifting in Mac’s arms, I felt the impact of how we’d spent that time in muscles I hadn’t even known I had.
That didn’t stop me from reaching out to gently trace the inked lines on his skin like I’d always wanted to do. Or from rubbing my cheek against his beard, the rough glide reminding me of all the places where my skin had beard burn. And it certainly didn’t make me reconsider tugging the sheet lower until his hard length popped free from where it had been tenting the material. I peeked up at his face to find his eyes still closed and his face relaxed. Trailing my fingers down his six-pack abs, I slowly wiggled out of his arms. Then I rose up on my knees and lowered my head to lick at the bead of moisture on the tip of his cock. Mac’s low groan when my tongue stroked against his heated flesh had my head jerking back up. His pale green eyes were open, alert...and focused on me.
“You wake up hungry for me, baby?”
“Hungry?”
I echoed.
My gaze followed the movement of his hand as he reached down to grip his cock and stroke it. “You wanna wrap those lips of yours around my cock the same way I’m starving for a taste of your sweet little pussy?”
“Yes. Yes, I do.” I licked my lips, watching his hand move up and down. I couldn’t tear my eyes away because it was ridiculously sexy. Even after all the orgasms he’d given me, I was more turned on than I’d ever been before. Watching what he was doing made me more than hungry for him; that was for sure.
His free hand slid up my thigh, under the shirt I was wearing. It was one of his, and it hit me mid-thigh. I’d pulled it on before passing out, not bothering with panties, so his touch met nothing but bare skin. “Then come sit on my face so we can both get what we want.”
With a nudge on my hip, he guided me towards his shoulders. Moving carefully, I straddled them with my pussy right over his head. He shoved the shirt up and over my hips so I was fully exposed to his gaze. The position made me feel vulnerable, and a deep flush washed over my skin.
“Lower, baby. Settle that pretty pussy right over my mouth so I can get my taste.”
I nearly moaned at the sensual command in his tone as I inched my hips lower. My legs trembled at the first swipe of his tongue, and I had to brace a hand on Mac’s thigh before I collapsed on top of his body. He lapped at me, and my hips chased his mouth as I lost all train of thought.
He gripped the base of his cock to aim it at my lips. “Don’t forget you were going to get a taste too, baby. I want to feel those lips wrapped around my cock while I fuck you with my tongue.”
“It’s your fault I forgot what I was doing,” I laughed. “You’re too darn good at what you’re doing to me.”
“It’s a good thing you think so because I plan on eating this pussy all the fucking time.”
“Oh my,” I sighed as he went back to it. Before I lost the ability to do anything but scream in ecstasy, I lowered my head to run my tongue around the crown of his cock. When I opened my mouth wide over his length, his hips bucked upwards. He was in control of both of our pleasure, with his mouth eating at me while he fed me his cock. He kept one hand wrapped around the base, and the other dug into my hip as he pulled me down so his mouth could reach my clit. When his lips closed around it and tugged, I exploded. Whimpering around a mouthful of cock, I rode my orgasm out while he continued to pump in and out of my mouth until he yanked me off and came on my chest in spurts.
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