Family Affairs_Volume 1

by Fiona Davenport

  “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.

  Chapter Four

  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 wanted, 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.”

  The possessive statement threw me for a loop since it was the last thing I expected to hear from him. I was the girl he’d kidnapped to seal a deal with my dad; not someone he should be jealous about. But I wasn’t going to argue with him over it; not when it only made me want him more than I already did.

  “Be a good girl and stay still for me,” he ordered, tugging my shorts down my legs as he shuffled back to lie down at the end of the mattress. The new position put him right between my legs, his face in front of my bare pussy.

  I squeezed my legs shut, as far as they would go with his body wedging them open, and shoved my hands down to cover myself. “Mac!”

  His eyes were filled with a naughty gleam when he looked up at my face. “C’mon, princess. Open your legs and give me a taste of what I’m guessing is the sweetest pussy I’ll ever get my mouth on.”

  The warmth of his breath against my hands made me shiver. Almost of their own volition, my legs fell open. I slowly lifted my hands, and my reward was a brush of his lips against the inside of my thighs. First one, then the other—leaving me quivering in anticipation. My focus was wholly on the feel of his warm lips against my skin, and the rough slide of his beard following after the wet trail he made up my legs. His hands were wrapped around the underside of my thighs, and his hold tightened when he leaned forward to trace up my center with his tongue.

  I’d never felt anything like it. My entire body was stretched taut, warmth building in my lower belly as his mouth worked me. He built it, higher and higher. Long licks. Swirls around my clit. Nibbles along the lips of my sex. With his mouth open wide and tongue stroking, the pressure inside me reached a peak. I exploded, shouting his name. “Jared!”

  He didn’t pull back until I collapsed against the mattress, panting. “Haven’t had anyone use my real name in longer than I can remember, but fuck if I don’t want to hear you say it the same damn way over and over again as I make you come.”

  “I’m not going to argue. I really enjoyed that.” That infernal blush heated my face once more. I couldn’t believe the things that popped out of my mouth around him.

  “Could tell,” he grunted, lifting up to hover over my body. “You wanna do it again, all you have to do is ask. I’ll eat you out as often as you like.”

  “As often as I’d like, huh? But don’t you have an MC to run?”

  “Fuck!” he shouted, punching the mattress. His face closed down, and I wished I could take the words back. I’d meant them to be a joke, but they only served as a reminder to him of all the reasons why he shouldn’t touch me. As he pushed off the bed and stalked into the bathroom, a lone tear tracked down my cheek.

  Chapter Five

  Mac

  “What the fuck were you thinking, asshole?” I growled at myself in the bathroom mirror. I licked my lips and groaned at the taste of Bridget still lingering there.

  I needed to stay the hell away from her. The last thing we needed was to be at war with the Hounds of Hellfire. My club wasn’t exactly filled with boy scouts but Pierce’s guys played dirty. Taking her as leverage was dangerous enough—there would be no coming back from fucking her while she was here.

  The solution was to keep Bridget busy and out of my sight. I didn’t have any other choice but to hand her over to Cat to find her something to do. I knew I should also find her another place to sleep but it would only distract me even more, worrying about her safety and obsessing over whose bed she was lying in. I’d simply have to make use of the couch in my office. There were plenty of beds that would welcome me, but I hadn’t been interested in meaningless companionship for a long time and after getting a feel and taste of Bridget…she was the only one I craved.

  I took a fortifying breath and opened the bathroom door. Bridget was still sitting on the bed in her tiny tank top, but she’d put back on her shorts. She looked up at me with confusion and desire in her eyes, and it almost broke my resolve. She was fucking gorgeous, and so tempting.

  I shook my head to try and clear it as I stalked over to a worn, wooden dresser by the door. I grabbed a fresh pair of boxers, jeans, and a T-shirt. Then I snatched my cut from where it hung on the wall and tossed it onto the bed.

  “I’ll send someone with some fresh clothes for you,” I told her gruffly. “You need to wear that when you leave this room. No one will bother you as long as you wear my brand.” I made my way to the bathroom without waiting for her response, but paused in the doorway and looked at her. “What happened before”—I ran a frustrated hand through my hair—“that shit shouldn’t have happened. You may have been raised in this life, princess, but you aren’t cut out for it. I’m too fucking old to be making mistakes like getting involved with someone so young.”

  Her blue eyes deepened as hurt filled them, but they also held a stubborn glint that made me smile as I shut the bathroom door. After sending a quick text to Cat to rustle up some clothes for Bridget, I hopped in the shower and dressed for the day.

  Our MC had its finger in a lot of businesses, but one of our main sources of income was a shop that specialized in racing bikes. We had a new shipment coming in, and that meant a shit ton of stuff to do.

  When I exited the bathroom, Bridget was standing by the solitary window in the room, holding a bundle of clothes and shifting restlessly on her feet.

  “Get ready, then meet me in my office,” I ordered. I headed for the door and noticed my vest still on the unmade bed. “And don’t forget the cut.” Stepping into the hall, I blew out a heavy breath as I closed the door behind me. My room was filled with her delicious scent, and I practically ran away from it like a cowardly bitch.

  Scout was waiting for me in my office, and I scowled at the knowing grin on his face. “Cat said she delivered clothes to the little princess in your room this morning.”

  “And?” I growled.

  He shrugged. “Noticed your couch looks untouched. I’m guessing that can’t be said for our captive anymore.”

  “Keep your opinions to yourself and your mouth shut, brother.” I dropped onto the seat behind my desk. “There a reason you’re in my office? Or you just here to get your ass thrown out?” He toned down his grin to a slight smirk, but I still wanted to wipe it off his face with my fist.

  “Delivery is confirmed for this afternoon. Got the boys lined up for the run tomorrow too. You still planning on going?”

  It was the perfect excuse to get away from Bridget. By the time I got back, Pierce’s time would be up.

  “No.” My hand balled into a fist as I mentally put a fucking gun to my head. “I need to be here in case Pierce comes through early.” It was a pitiful attempt to excuse my answer, but Scout didn’t question it. I was the fucking president and didn’t need to explain myself.

  We went over the details for the run and were just finishing up when a soft knock on my door interrupted our conversation. “Yeah,” I snapped.

  Bridget opened the door and slowly walked inside. When she saw Scout, she straightened her spine and gave him a nod of greeting before walking to a chair in front of my desk and taking a seat. She’d donned my cut and something inside me calmed at the sight.

  “Princess,” he greeted her with a smirk.

  She stiffened further and shocked me when she practically growled, “My name is Bridget.”

  Scout grinned and plopped down onto the chair beside her. “How about I call you, Blue, because of those gorgeous blue eyes?”

  She cocked her head to the side and studied him for a moment, then gave him a small smile in return. “Blue it is.”

  I didn’t like the idea of him having a special nickname for her, but calling him out on it would only show my developing weakness for her.

  “Scout.”

  “Yeah, Prez?”

  “Get out.” My tone left no room for argument.

  He stood and meandered to the
open door. Cat appeared, and he winked at her. “Kitty Cat,” he growled, and he smacked her ass before continuing down the hall. Her lips tipped up into a smile until she faced the room and noticed Bridget.

  “Mac. What can I do for you?”

  “I’m putting you in charge of Bridget,” I explained. “Show her around, make sure she knows the places that are off limits, and find her something to do while she’s here.”

  “You want me to babysit the pampered princess?” she asked in surprise and disgust. Bridget let out a cute little growl at the nickname and I suppressed a smile.

  “You questioning my orders, woman?” I stared hard at her, leaving her without a doubt that I was serious and expected her to do what she was told.

  She threw another glance at Bridget, revulsion clear in her eyes, then sighed and looked back at me. “No.” She stood and motioned for Bridget to follow her. “Let’s go, kid.”

  Bridget looked as though she wanted to say something to me, but changed her mind and quietly trailed after Cat.

  I tried to get my mind back on work, though it frequently strayed to my blue-eyed beauty. Couldn’t help wondering what she was doing and how she was adjusting. Then I’d lecture myself for being a pansy ass and throw myself back into my responsibilities.

  When my stomach growled, I grabbed food from the kitchen and took it back to my office. Finally, my eyes grew tired and I glanced at the clock on my desk to see that it was after two in the morning. I trudged over to my couch and flopped down on it, determined to catch some shut eye and stay away from the woman currently occupying my bed. Instead, I tossed and turned until I finally gave up and went upstairs. I silently undressed and slipped into bed, pulling Bridget into my arms.

  I woke with the sunrise and left before she knew I’d been there. It would have to be enough—sleeping with her in my arms.

  Chapter Six