Patriot: Silver Saints

by Davenport, Fiona

“Patrick?”

  I laughed at her perplexed expression. “Yeah, my name is Patrick O’Bannon.”

  “No, I mean, okay, but you want me to call you Patrick?”

  “Get ready for bed, baby. I’ll be back in a bit.” I didn’t answer her question because it would’ve led to a discussion she wasn’t ready for yet.

  When I returned, she was fast asleep, so I stripped to my boxers and climbed into bed. After wrapping my woman in my arms, I fell asleep. The next morning, I was shocked to realize I’d slept through the night. The last time that happened had been before my first deployment.

  7

  Erin

  I wasn’t sure what to expect when I went shopping with Cat and Bridget, but it definitely wasn’t for us to be gone all day. Or for them to pressure me into buying whatever I wanted. By the time we returned to the Silver Saints clubhouse, my belly was full of tacos, chips, and salsa, and I had too many bags to carry in by myself. Staring at the pile in the back of Cat’s SUV, I started to freak out a little. “I didn’t realize how much stuff I got. Are you absolutely, positively sure that Patriot wanted me to buy all of this?”

  “For the millionth time, yes.” Cat pulled his credit card out of her purse and handed it to me. “And you didn’t even buy all of it. We had to steal this sucker from you to make sure you got everything you needed. If we’d left you in charge, you would’ve come back with the bare necessities.”

  “I don’t know.” I tucked the credit card in the back pocket of the jeans Cat had talked me into wearing out of the store. “Maybe we should return some of this stuff before he sees all the bags. All I really need are a few changes of clothes and some pajamas. I don’t mind doing laundry every couple of days.”

  I yelped in surprise at the deep chuckle behind me as a pair of strong hands guided me out of the way. Glancing over my shoulder, I found Breaker reaching into the back of the SUV. He easily grabbed all of them before turning to me. “Trust me when I tell you that Patriot would lose his mind if he found out you were washing your shit two or three times a week because you were worried about spending too much on yourself.”

  “See, we told you not to worry.” Cat flung her arm around my shoulder as we followed Breaker into the clubhouse while the two prospects who’d tagged along with us to the mall headed toward the front gate.

  My cheeks filled with heat when he muttered, “Pretty damn sure you won’t need more than one pair of pajamas, though. Not when you’re sleeping with Patriot.”

  “True story,” Cat agreed with a grin.

  “I’m not sleeping with him,” I yelped, my cheeks turning beet red. “I mean, I slept in his bed last night, but nothing happened. All we did was sleep.”

  “I remember my first night in Mac’s room.” Bridget let out a soft sigh and fanned herself. “But mostly the next morning.”

  “You guys have it all wrong. Patriot was already gone when I woke up,” I insisted, shaking my head.

  “Only because he had stuff to take care of this morning and you were sound asleep,” Cat explained as Breaker made his way into Patriot’s room and dumped all the bags on the still-rumpled bed. “Or at least that’s what he told me when he stopped by the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat this morning. I was chomping at the bit to get our shopping trip started, and he made it clear how pissed he’d be if I didn’t let you eat before we left. All I did was ask where you were, and he practically jumped down my throat.”

  Breaker walked past us and snorted. “No way in hell did it go down like that. Scout would’ve been all over Patriot if he yelled at you.”

  I didn’t understand how two motorcycle clubs could be so different. In the Devil’s Jesters, the guys treated old ladies like crap all the time, and nobody cared. Not even if it was a prospect who hadn’t earned their place yet. But here, one patched member would go after another for disrespecting his woman, and everybody acted like that was only to be expected. They also had no problem with cooking. Or apparently spending money on a woman they just met. Lots and lots of money.

  No matter what they said, I still felt guilty about all the things I’d bought. There was only one person who could convince me it really was okay. “Where’s Patriot?”

  “He tried to get out of it, but he was booked solid with clients today, and he has a long waiting list. So he’s at Silver Ink,” Breaker answered, jerking his chin toward the stairs. “Want me to walk you over there?”

  Although Patriot had given me a tour last night, the compound was sprawling, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to find my way back to the tattoo parlor on my own. “Yeah, thanks. That would be great.”

  I regretted the decision when he led me into Patriot’s booth without knocking and announced, “Yo, you need to calm your woman down before she blows a gasket.”

  “What’s wrong, Cherry? Did someone fuck with you at the mall?” Patriot set his tattoo gun down and rushed over to me, his blue eyes scanning me from head to toe before he looked over my shoulder at Breaker. “Where are the prospects who went with them?”

  I pressed my hands against his chest and whispered, “I’m totally fine. Nothing happened while I was shopping except that I spent way too much money.”

  “Cat took control of your credit card because Erin was cheaping out,” Breaker explained with a grin and a wink in my direction before he strode out of the booth.

  “I knew there was a reason I liked Scout’s old lady other than the killer food she makes.” Patriot pulled me in for a quick hug before turning to his customer. “You cool with my girl hanging out while I finish your session?”

  The bearded guy with a beer belly in Patriot’s chair nodded and smiled at me. “Sure, I’m not going to complain about the hot-as-fuck scenery while you’re inking me.”

  “You’ll keep your eyes to yourself,” Patriot growled. Then he glared as he led me over to a chair in the corner. When he returned to his client, he picked up the tattoo gun and pointed it at the guy. “Unless you want me to do a fuck of a lot worse than adding a giant dick to your design.”

  I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from laughing while his customer shook his head and dropped his gaze to the floor. “Nah, man. Message received loud and clear.”

  Patriot’s possessiveness was sexy, and so was his confidence as he worked on the tattoo. I watched the muscles in his forearms and biceps bunch, his tattoos flexing as he inked his art onto someone, squeezing my thighs together to ease the ache in my core. I’d never been turned on by a guy before, but Patriot had brought my dormant libido roaring to life. It seemed as though everything he did pushed my buttons, and without being exhausted like I’d been last night, I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to fall asleep knowing his hot body was right next to me.

  I pulled myself out of my fantasies when Patriot paused to ask, “You okay over there, Cherry?”

  “Cher—” His customer didn’t finish echoing my nickname because he caught the death glare Patriot sent his way. “Right, shutting up now.”

  I giggled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.”

  He flashed me a grin. “I’ll be done in about thirty minutes. If you want to grab a drink, the fridge in the break room is stocked.”

  His gaze dropped to my mouth when I licked my lips, his eyes darkening to a shade of navy. Needing a break from the chemistry between us—which crackled around the booth—I hopped off my seat to take him up on his offer. “You know what? I am thirsty. Can I bring anything back for you?”

  “Nope, I’m good.” His grin widened as he bent over his customer’s arm to finish working on the colorful sleeve that stretched from shoulder to wrist.

  Since there wasn’t anyone around when I walked into the break room, I stuck my head into the freezer to cool off. Just being around Patriot left me hot and bothered. By the time I finished my drink and pulled myself together, he was already at the front counter with his customer. My eyes widened at the wad of cash the guy handed Patriot, and I let out a low whistle after he left. “Whoa! I had no clue tat
toos were that expensive.”

  “He was in my chair for six hours this round. Two hundred bucks an hour plus tip”—he tapped the stack of bills on the counter in front of him—“adds up pretty damn fast when you’re doing a custom piece as big as his.”

  “Then I guess I shouldn’t feel too guilty about how much I spent today.” I scrunched my nose. “Although I’m not sure how I’ll ever be able to pay you back. Do you guys own a bar? I know it might not seem like it with everything that happened at Hell’s Kitchen, but I’m a really good waitress.”

  Patriot came around the counter to wrap his fingers around my wrist and pull me against his chest. Then he slid his arms around my back, his large hands spanning my waist. His blue eyes were serious—and full of desire—as he stared down at me. “I’m not expecting you to pay me back for the shit you bought today, Cherry.”

  “But—”

  He brushed his mouth over mine to stop the flow of words. I pressed trembling fingers to my lips as he said, “If you’d feel better having something to do, you can help out here while I’m working. Answer the phones, book appointments, shit like that. Not because you owe me or the club anything, though. You need anything, I’ll make sure you get it.”

  Butterflies took flight in my belly. “Wow.”

  His lips curved into a sexy smirk. “You deserve all the wow I can give you, baby.”

  “I don’t even know what to say to that.”

  “There’s nothing to say.” After leaning over the counter to shove most of the cash into the register and pocketing the rest, he led me toward the door. “Unless you’re gonna try to deny something’s happening between us?”

  “Nope,” I whispered, shaking my head.

  “Good, because I’ve been looking forward to having you all to myself in my room again tonight.” Goose bumps spread across my skin as his gaze raked me from head to toe. He picked up his pace, and I hurried to keep up with him.

  I tugged on his hand as we walked past the kitchen. “I had dinner with Bridget and Cat at the mall, but you said you were working on that guy’s tattoo for the past six hours. Aren’t you hungry?”

  Those goose bumps turned into a full-body shiver when he growled, “I’m fucking starving, baby. But not for food.”

  8

  Patriot

  Cherry’s cheeks bloomed with pink, making the freckles sprinkled over her face look even more prominent. I licked my lips in anticipation of finding every one of those cute little spots all over her body. I turned with a determined stride and led her to my room as swiftly as possible without her tripping. When we finally arrived, I urged her inside with a pat on her delectable ass, then followed her in and locked the door behind me.

  Erin stopped by the bed and glanced at me nervously. I took in the amount of shopping bags set on there and frowned, making her eyes widen. “That’s all you got, Cherry?”

  She stared at me blankly for a moment, then burst out laughing. I loved the musical sound, and the way her face lit up made her even more beautiful.

  I swaggered over to her and cupped her hips, waiting until she calmed down and smiled up at me. “I guess I need to have a talk with the girls about what I mean when I say, ‘everything she needs.’”

  Erin shook her head. “No, they wanted me to get more, but I…I wasn’t sure if I should…”

  “Cherry.” I took a hold of her chin and locked in on her pools of green. “You need or want something, you come to me. If it’s possible for me to give it to you, I will.”

  “But—but,” she sputtered. “You don’t even know me.”

  “I know enough,” I insisted softly. “Enough to know you’re mine.” Then I closed my mouth over hers and gently coaxed it open. When her lips parted, I plundered her sweetness and groaned at the flavor on my tongue.

  Erin melted against me, her arms going around my neck to hold on tight. I was so much taller than her that her head had to bend nearly all the way back while I leaned over slightly. So, I palmed her ass and boosted her up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

  My swollen cock nestled into the heat between her legs, and I groaned. I couldn’t wait to slide inside her tight, virgin pussy. But Erin wasn’t ready for that yet, and I wanted to see if her pussy was as sweet as her mouth.

  When I tore my lips from hers, I grunted in satisfaction at the dazed expression on her face. Slowly, letting every inch of her body touch mine, I slid her down onto her feet. “Stay, baby,” I told her. She blinked and a little chuckle escaped as I turned and swept everything off the bed, uncaring where any of the bags landed.

  Then I picked Erin up by her waist and tossed her onto the mattress, quickly following her so my body covered hers from head to toe. I took her mouth in another deep hungry kiss, groaning when she shook with desire, her hands clawing at my back.

  I separated from her just long enough to grab the hem of her T-shirt and whipped it up and over her head. Her hands pushed my cut from my shoulders, and I shrugged it off. As soon as it was gone, she tugged at my shirt and I removed it too.

  Erin’s bra clasped in the front, and I dropped my eyes from her face to watch as I popped the catch and pushed the cups to the side. Her tits weren’t large, but they were a perfect handful, topped with tips that matched her nickname. Like cherries on a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Except I was willing to bet she tasted even better.

  I cupped the high, rounded mounds and bent my head to suck one hard peak into my mouth. Erin gasped and her back arched while her legs squeezed together. Switching to the other nipple, I let go of her tits and gently pried her legs apart so I could settle between her thighs. She moaned when the bulge in my pants rocked into her hot pussy, and a surge of lust shot straight to my dick, nearly causing me to come like a horny teenager.

  After releasing her nipple with a pop, I groaned, “Need to taste you.”

  I popped the button on her jeans, then backed off the bed to tear them down her legs. She had on tiny, lacy black panties, and my mouth watered when I realized that they were opaque enough to see that she was bare down there. “Shit,” I grunted. I ran the tip of one finger up her center and dipped into her underwear to slide it along the top, enjoying the shivers that wracked her body. “Tell me you didn’t do this for someone else, Cherry,” I demanded.

  “What?” she asked in a dazed tone, looking down at herself and blinking in confusion as she seemed to realize she was practically nude for the first time.

  I clutched the gusset of her panties and tore them clean from her body. Oh, fuck. Her naked folds were glistening with arousal, pretty little freckles decorating her milky skin, and I was suddenly ravenous. “Did you do this for me, baby?” I asked again, trailing my index finger up her center, coating it in her juices before circling her swollen little clit. Bringing the digit to my finger, I sucked it clean. Her pussy tasted even better than I’d imagined, and I wanted nothing more than to worship her delicious body.

  “Um, Cat and Brigit…um, Oh!”

  Too hungry for her, I didn’t wait for her to finish speaking. I yanked her to the edge of the bed as I sank onto my knees and dragged the tip of my tongue up her seam. “Fuck, Cherry. You taste amazing.”

  Using my thumbs, I parted her southern lips and lapped at her pussy, drinking down each gush of liquid and driving her out of her mind. I teased the area around her bundle of nerves but didn’t give it the attention it was begging for. Her hips had begun pumping, searching out my mouth for relief.

  I wasn’t going to give in yet. I wanted to show her how good we were together without pushing her into something she wasn’t ready for.

  Her hands fisted in my hair, and she moaned, her head thrashing from side to side. When I jabbed my tongue into her channel, she cried out in ecstasy, making come leak from my rock-hard shaft.

  “Patrick! Oh! Oh, gosh! Yes! Don’t—don’t stop!”

  I growled in response, unwilling to pause eating her long enough to tell her there was no way in hell I was going to stop anytime soon.


  Eventually, I replaced my tongue with a finger and went back to licking, teasing her bud, and driving her insane. She was so fucking tight, I had to work to get just one digit inside her. But as I continued to feast on her, I was able to work in another finger, and then a third. I pumped them in and out, scissoring them when they were inside to stretch her.

  “Patrick! I…I…oh! I don’t know what’s happening!”

  “Shhhh, Cherry,” I soothed against her pussy. “Just let it happen. Trust me, baby.”

  Her body began to shake, she was so close, but I wanted more than just an orgasm. When she was teetering right on the precipice, I backed off just a little, then did that twice more, earning myself some very creative expletives from my girl.

  “What are you doing to me?” she cried.

  “Trust me,” I repeated.

  Finally, I was pretty sure she was where I wanted her, so I latched onto her clit as I curled my fingers inside her.

  Erin tossed her head back, and a scream ripped from her chest as she shattered apart. Liquid flooded my mouth, and if I hadn’t been so busy drinking, I would have smiled in triumph. I knew I’d be able to push her to the point where she’d squirt her passion down my throat. My cock exploded along with her, making a fucking mess of my jeans, but I didn’t give a shit.

  I kept working her until her shudders began to subside and her pulse, which I could feel in her pussy, slowed. Then I licked her clean, placed a kiss on her mound, and climbed up her body. Her expression was full of wonder and satisfaction, making me grin.

  “That was…um…” she trailed off, apparently unable to form a full sentence.

  “Unbelievable,” I supplied for her. “Incredible, amazing, whatever word you want to use. Personally, I’m going to go with sexy as fuck.”

  Erin blushed prettily and bit her lip. “Thank you?”

  I laughed and gave her a deep, wet kiss, letting her taste herself, which only made my cock swell even more. When I raised my head a few minutes later, I winked at her. “You don’t have to thank me, baby. I’m more than willing to do that anytime you want.”