LINK: A Silver Saints MC Novella
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“Yes, you did, angel. Do you want to see your prize?”
Harlowe snorted a laugh and glanced at my dick, which was rapidly hardening under her gaze. “Yes. I really do. But show me your tat first.”
I laughed and threw my arm around her shoulders to steer her toward the couch. “Too fucking cute, you know that?” I rumbled in amusement.
“Yeah, I’m fucking adorable,” she muttered. “Let me see it.”
She still looked tired, so I lifted my chin toward the couch and gave her a pointed look. She huffed but dropped down onto the cushions and curled her legs up underneath her.
Satisfied, I shrugged off my cut and tossed it onto the sofa next to her. My heart swelled, along with my dick, when she immediately grabbed it and put it on. She loved her vest, but if I wasn’t wearing mine, I could usually find it on her. She said it made her feel close to me all the time. That’s when the big, bad biker turned into a love-sick fool. I didn’t mind, though, as long as she was the only one who knew about him.
Grabbing the back of my shirt, I carefully pulled it off over my head and dropped it on the floor. Harlowe’s eyes darkened when they fixated on my abs, and she swallowed hard. I grinned and shook my head. “Patience, angel. You picked the order of this show.”
She pouted, making me laugh again. I was slowly getting used to using those muscles again. The only person who’d ever really made me genuinely smile or laugh was my daughter. When she’d left for college, Scout had informed me that I had turned into a grumpy son of a bitch. I didn’t have a fuck to give about that, but around Harlowe, smiling and laughing came as easy as breathing.
I turned around and squatted in front of Harlowe so she could lean forward and slowly peel away the bandages. As the tattoo was revealed, she sucked in a quick breath and held it.
At the top of the cross, I had an angel wing added to each side. Above them was a halo circling the tip and just above it were the words, “Never ride faster than your guardian angel can fly.”
“It’s beautiful,” Harlowe mumbled. Then I heard a little sniff, and I dropped to my knees and spun around. I placed my hands on either side of her and leaned in close to examine her face.
“Why are you crying?” I demanded, starting to panic. I fucking hated it when she cried. She’d said the tat was beautiful, so I was pretty sure she liked it. “Did someone hurt you?” I blurted out, wondering if she’d been keeping something bad from me.
Harlowe giggled and wiped at the tears slipping down her cheeks. “Chill, babe. It’s the pregnancy hormones.” She leaned in and left a sweet kiss on my lips, helping me to calm down. Then she beamed at me as I cupped her face and used my thumbs to wipe away the rest of her tears. “I love it. I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too, angel.” I pulled her in for a more thorough kiss that left us both breathless. When I released her lips, I gave her a lopsided smile and winked. “Did I fulfill my end of the bargain to your satisfaction?”
Harlowe laughed and threw herself into my arms, bowling me over so we both ended up on the ground in a tangle of arms and legs. She kissed me hard and straddled my body, bringing my cock to attention. “Definitely. But now I’m more interested in the other type of satisfaction you promised me.” She ground her pussy down on my dick and moaned.
In a flash, I reversed our positions and grinned down at the love of my life. “I aim to please, angel.”
Epilogue
Harlowe
Lifting my head, I looked toward the hospital room door when my stepdaughter—something it took me a while to get used to calling her since Larissa was only a year younger than me—poked her head into the room and asked, “Hey, are you guys ready for visitors?”
I was exhausted from giving birth an hour or so ago, but that didn’t stop me from smiling and nodding. Even though she lived in Timber Ridge with her husband, I’d still grown close to her over the past nine months since our pregnancies had overlapped. Her and Kace’s baby boy, Talon, was only two months older than our son.
“Get your butt in here and meet your baby brother, sweetie,” Link ordered, looking at her over his shoulder from his spot in the chair next to the bed. Harrison was swathed in a blue blanket and cuddled against his chest.
Larissa flung the door open and rushed into the room, with her husband following close behind her. Kace had Talon strapped to his chest in a carrier, and I couldn’t wait to watch my sexy biker walk around with Harrison the same way. Preferably without a shirt on so I could stare at his fine ass and the amazing tattoo he’d put on his back for me every time he turned around.
“Oh my gosh! He’s so precious,” Larissa cooed, kneeling next to her dad and reaching out to stroke her finger against Harrison’s cheek. Link wrapped his free arm around her shoulder and gave her a hug. “You did good, Dad.”
Link smiled at her. “Thanks, sweetie.”
“But I don’t see Talon ever calling Harrison his uncle since your grandson is older than your son,” she pointed out with a big grin.
Link chuckled and shook his head. He had grown used to her giving him shit about the twenty-year age gap between her and her little brother. “The boys are family; it doesn’t matter what they call each other.”
“True,” Larissa conceded, her smile growing wider. “But maybe we should rethink what Talon is going to call you. Instead of grandpa, we should go with something like granddaddy so it’s closer to what Harrison will call you so you don’t get confused in your old age.”
Link glared up at his daughter, but her son came to her rescue. Talon let out a little wail, shoving his fist into his mouth. Larissa popped a pacifier in, but he spat it right back out and fussed again. “Uh-oh, someone’s getting hungry.”
“C’mon, baby. Let’s get Talon back to your dad’s place before everyone comes running to find out what’s wrong,” Kace suggested. “He’s got one hell of a set of lungs on him, and you know how impatient he gets when he’s hungry.”
“Yeah, he’s a chip off the old block when it comes to getting to my—”
Kace gently pressed his hand over Larissa’s mouth, and I giggled. Since she was breastfeeding, I knew she was going to make a sassy comment about her boobs. So had her dad, who looked less than thrilled by the possible mention of her sex life. Even though his daughter was married with a baby of her own, Link liked to pretend that she and Kace never had sex and his grandson was a product of immaculate conception. It cracked me up because he got super irritated when my brother acted the same way about me. The two most important men in my life had a lot in common, even if Huntley didn’t want to admit it. My brother had given us his blessing—and had somehow gotten leave to fly into town and give me away when we got married—but they’d never be best friends. Neither would Link and his daughter’s husband.
Link glared at Kace while he got up, settled Harrison in my arms, and kissed Larissa and Talon goodbye. Not even five minutes after they left, Cat and a bunch of the guys came in to meet Harrison, who was back in Link’s arms. I scanned the crowd and noticed someone was missing. “Where’s Dom?” He was the Silver Saint I was closest to—other than Link, obviously. I liked to spend time in the garage, and he worked on his bike out there a lot. I’d expected him to be one of the first through the door with Cat.
My childhood neighbor ignored my question as she made a beeline to the baby, but Scout stopped to kiss my cheek and answered, “You know how much he wanted to be here, pinkie. But he had some shit go down while you were in labor, and I’m not sure how quickly he’s going to be able to wrap it up.”
He’d been excited about Harrison’s birth, so it had to be something serious to keep him away from the hospital. “What happened?”
Scout gently chucked me under the chin and shook his head. “That’s his story to tell.”
Curious about how Mac and Bridget got together? Catch their story in My Father’s Rival!
Want to see how Larissa fell for Kace? Read Her Alpha.
And don’t worry! We wo
n’t make you wait too long for Dom.
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