Patriot: Silver Saints

by Davenport, Fiona

  Her blush deepened and her freckles popped adorably. She reached for my belt buckle, but I caught both of her wrists in one hand and lifted them away from my body. I shook my head and she frowned, her eyes darting away. “You don’t want—”

  I grabbed her chin with my free hand and forced her to look at me. “I want to, Cherry. Trust me. Fucking you is almost all I can think about. Sliding into your tight, wet pussy, popping your cherry, making you mine in every way. Don’t ever doubt it. There is nothing I want more.”

  “Then why…?”

  I pressed our foreheads together and sighed. “Because I want to make sure you’re truly ready. That I’m what you want and you’re not simply giving yourself to me out of gratitude. Because I promise you, Cherry. Once you’ve given yourself to me, once I’ve had you, there will be no going back.”

  Erin stared at me with a shocked expression, and I knew she needed some time to absorb everything. Right on the cusp of what was surely the strongest orgasm she’d ever had—if not her first altogether—was not the time to be making decisions like this.

  I claimed her mouth again before helping her shift up to the top of the bed, settling her on a pillow and pulling the covers up around her delicious body. Hopping out of bed, I stalked into my bathroom and quickly cleaned up. I debated pulling on a pair of boxer briefs, but I ultimately decided that I couldn’t resist sleeping with our bodies pressed together everywhere, skin to skin.

  We hadn’t turned on any lights, and night had fallen, so it was mostly dark when I stepped back onto the bedroom. Still, I could see Erin’s green eyes on me as much as I could feel them. I climbed into bed and shifted her onto her side before wrapping myself around her spoon style. “Stop overthinking this, baby,” I grunted, knowing the gears in her head were turning. “Relax and get some sleep.”

  9

  Erin

  Mind-blowing orgasms worked better than a sleeping pill because I went out like a light last night even though my mind was racing. But all those thoughts were still there when I woke up as the sunlight started to stream through the blinds. My life had changed in the blink of an eye. I’d gotten away from the Devil’s Jesters and no longer needed to worry about being pressured into sleeping with a guy who grossed me out in order to save myself from being pushed into having sex with a bunch of bikers who I found even more disgusting. And I’d somehow landed in bed with a smoking hot tattoo artist who was doing the exact opposite. I’d basically offered my virginity up to Patriot on a silver platter last night, but he hadn’t taken me. Even though his hard-on had been obvious, he’d cautioned me against making an impulsive decision and kept it in his pants...at least until he’d gone into the bathroom to clean up.

  No matter how powerful the release he’d given me had been, I still couldn’t believe I’d managed to fall asleep with his naked, muscular body wrapped around mine. With the moonlight coming through the window behind me, I’d barely been able to see what he was packing in those jeans of his. Or the piercing Breaker had mentioned. Twisting in his hold, I held my breath as I stared at his gorgeous face. His eyelids didn’t flutter, and I didn’t see anything to make me think that he was going to wake up soon.

  With him sleeping so soundly, I decided that it was the perfect time to give in to my curiosity. I was super careful as I lifted the sheet to peek under it, but I had underestimated his reflexes. I’d barely gotten an eyeful of his piercing—which consisted of four metal balls, top and bottom, and on each side—when his fingers wrapped around my wrist and he growled, “If you keep looking at my cock like that, you’re going to get a fuck of a lot more than you bargained for.”

  My head jerked up, my cheeks filling with heat at getting caught gawking at his rapidly growing dick. “Like what?”

  He pulled the sheet from my grip with his free hand before using the other to guide my fingers down to his hard-on. “Every single inch of my cock buried inside your virgin pussy.”

  It felt as though my hand was wrapped around velvet-covered steel. “What happened to all that stuff you said last night about waiting for me to be truly ready?”

  “I’m barely holding on to my control here, Cherry.” His hips lifted off the mattress, pressing his hard length deeper into my palm. “Another minute of you touching me, and it’ll be blown to smithereens.”

  My need for him was just as strong, and I didn’t see a good reason for us to hold back. Gliding my hand up and down, I whispered, “Touch, touch, touch.”

  “Fuuuuck,” he groaned, his dick pulsing against my palm. “Now you’ve done it, baby.”

  That was all the warning I got before he flipped me onto my back, covering my body with his muscular frame. Since we were both already naked, every inch of his hot skin was pressed against mine. The crown of his dick nudged my entrance, and my thighs instinctively parted to give him better access. His cock slid up through my folds and I gasped at the sensation of the piercing on my clit. “You ready to give yourself to me for good?” He glided back down until just the tip of his shaft had slipped inside me.

  “Uh-huh,” I sighed, wiggling my hips to try to bring him closer. I’d gone from sound asleep to completely turned on in the blink of an eye. The power that Patriot had over my body should’ve been scary, but I was too busy enjoying what he made me feel to worry about how vulnerable I was to him.

  I clutched at his shoulders as he claimed my mouth in a deep kiss, my nails digging into his skin. His tongue tangled with mine for several minutes until he pulled back and nipped at my bottom lip. When he lowered his head to suck on one of my pebbled nipples, I trembled beneath him, thrusting my chest up to push my breasts deeper into his mouth. I was writhing in need when he finished playing with the other side.

  The muscles in his arms flexed as he kissed his way down my body, swirling his tongue around my belly button before moving lower to flick my clit. “Gonna make you come fast and hard this time. Need your pussy to be ready to take me.”

  “Oh, yes! Patriot, please. More,” I panted, clutching his scalp as his tongue slid between my drenched folds.

  He shifted above me and wrapped his hand around my neck, lightly squeezing. “Patrick.”

  I gulped against his hold, enjoying the slight constriction as I tried to make sense of why he’d said his first name. “Huh?”

  “You used the right name last night when I had my mouth on your pretty pussy.” He bit down on the crease of my inner thigh. “I meant it when I said that I want you to call me Patrick, baby.”

  “Patrick, please don’t stop,” I begged, already close to the edge just from the sting of his bite.

  “That’s right, baby. I want to hear you scream my name while you come.” His breath was hot against my skin before he started to devour me, licking and sucking until I flew over the edge.

  My inner walls were still fluttering when he settled between my thighs again, wrapping my legs around his waist. His dick was perfectly lined up with my pussy, the tip pressing against my opening. The metal from his piercing was cool against my heated skin. Before I had time to come down from my release and second-guess my decision, he

  punched his hips forward and tore through the proof of my innocence.

  Feeling pain so soon after the intense pleasure of my orgasm left me disoriented. I sucked in a deep breath, tears welling in my eyes as my nails dug into Patrick’s shoulders. “Shit, baby. I’m so sorry it hurts. I swear I’ll make up for the pain with all the pleasure you want.”

  I gave my hips an experimental wiggle, awed by how full I felt with him inside me. “I’m not sure what I expected, but it isn’t that bad.”

  “Oh, we can do a fuck of a lot better than not that bad,” he rasped before brushing his lips over mine.

  When he pulled his hips back, his piercing dragged against my inner walls, making me gasp in stunned pleasure. “Oh, wow. That feels so good.”

  “So good is an improvement, but still not what I’m looking for.” His fingers dug into my hips, and he started to drive back in
to me, lifting me up to meet his thrust. There was a possessive gleam in his eyes as he stared down at me. “I need you to be as addicted to my cock as I am to your pussy because I’m the only man you’ll ever have. You’re mine, and nobody else will ever get to see you like this.”

  With his dick anchored deep inside me, he dropped his head to lick across the upper swell of my left breast. Then he sucked hard enough to leave a mark on my skin—my first hickey. My pussy clenched around his hard length, making him chuckle. “You like being branded by me, don’t you, Cherry?”

  Maybe his possessive gesture should’ve bothered me, but it drove me wild instead. “Uh-huh.”

  “Good, baby. Because you’re going to wear the proof of where I’ve been for the rest of your life.” He switched his attention to the other side and left another mark there. “Whenever one of these starts to fade, I’m going to replace it with another.”

  His words sent a lick of fire straight to my core. I was getting more drenched by the minute, and the wet sound of our bodies slapping together echoed around the room. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, hammering in and out of me over and over again until I screamed his name as I flew apart in his arms. “Patrick! Oh, Patrick! Yes!”

  My pussy clenched down hard on his cock, and pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes burning into me as he drove inside me one last time and buried himself to the hilt. “Fuck! Erin! Fuck, yes!”

  Jets of come streamed from his cock, filling me until it was dripping down my thighs. But he didn’t stop moving, thrusting in and out until my trembling started to subside. Then he fell on top of me, quickly rolling to his back and taking me with him before I felt the full force of his weight. I pressed my cheek against his chest, my heart still racing. He drew patterns on my back with his fingertips as my breathing finally started to return to normal.

  I would’ve been thrilled to spend the rest of the day cuddled in bed with Patrick, but I had to settle for being happy that the pounding on the door happened after we’d finished having sex. “Patriot, you better get out here. Shit’s about to go down with the Devil’s Jesters.”

  10

  Patriot

  “Fucking A,” I grunted as I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to calm my still-hard cock. I was buried balls deep in my girl’s pussy and had been planning to stay that way all day. But I had to deal with this bullshit first. “How long?” I shouted back.

  “Devil’s Jesters’ Prez and a patch here in thirty.”

  “Down in twenty,” I responded.

  Erin’s head had popped up from my chest and her beautiful green eyes were swimming with fear. I cupped her face and gave her a quick hard kiss. “Nobody’s gonna hurt or take you away from me. You believe me?”

  She nodded immediately, and I smiled, giving her a gentle kiss when some of the fear dissipated. With a reluctant groan, I lifted Erin off my dick and set her beside me on the bed.

  “I don’t want anyone to hurt you either,” she whispered when I released her lips.

  I snorted. “Trust me, I can take any of those pussies, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll have my brothers at my back.”

  When I climbed out of bed, Erin threw back the covers and swung her feet over the side. I bent across the bed and hooked an arm around her waist. “Stay here, baby. After I deal with these fuckers, gonna come back to my woman, and I want her naked and ready to be fucked.”

  She shivered but shook her head, making me frown. “I can’t let you face them alone,” she said over her shoulder.

  I dragged her soft, red hair over to one side and kissed her neck. “I won’t be alone. I want you here, where I know you’re safe.”

  After a moment of silence, she nodded. “Okay.”

  “Thank you, baby,” I murmured before running my tongue from her shoulder to the back of her ear where I placed another kiss. A smile spread across my face when she shivered again, and I couldn’t help pressing my hard cock into her ass. “Just keep thinking about my mouth on your pussy and my piercing rubbing your sweet spot. Stay nice and wet. Got it?”

  She nodded again.

  I helped her lay back down on the bed, then stalked into the bathroom to clean up a little before pulling on jeans, a T-shirt, and my cut. I stopped to give Erin one more kiss and muttered, “Back soon,” before heading down to Mac’s office.

  The door was open when I arrived, so I didn’t bother knocking as I strode inside. Mac sat behind his desk and lifted his chin to me in greeting.

  “You get it?” I asked.

  He nodded to the back corner of the room, and I turned just in time to catch the item Scout threw at me. I unfolded it and grunted in satisfaction when I looked over the leather vest and saw “Property of Patriot” stitched on the back.

  After so many brothers had fallen for their women so fast, Mac had decided to have old lady vests made for each of us. Though he hadn’t informed me about it until the night before. Now, I understood why he’d done it and I was grateful. There would be no waiting around for Cherry’s vest to arrive.

  I set it on the desk just as Breaker popped his head into the room and announced, “Just rode up. Only two.”

  “Bring ‘em back to the office,” Mac ordered.

  Nova, Dom, Rider, and Hack joined us while Breaker went to escort the men in.

  A few minutes later, the Devil’s Jesters president, Tito, ambled into the office. He was an older man with a scruffy beard and assessing brown eyes, his face heavily lined and his skin patchy. He’d obviously partied hard when he was younger, and I was willing to bet he still hit the bottle with excess.

  However, Tito was MC and a president, so everyone except Mac, gave him a respectful nod. The asshole following him didn’t get so much as a glance from any of us. It was the same piece of shit who’d been harassing my woman at Hell’s Kitchen—Vinny.

  “Mac,” Tito greeted as he sauntered to a chair and took a seat. The man with him went to take the other, but I grabbed him from the back, deliberately fisting his cut—a show of disrespect—and jerked him upward.

  “Prez give you permission to sit, asshole?” I growled as I finally looked Vinny in the eye. His face flushed with anger, but there was a healthy amount of fear as well. I shoved him over to stand behind Tito and scowled at him until he dropped his eyes to the ground.

  “Seems one of your boys took off with something that didn’t belong to him,” Tito drawled.

  Mac raised a single eyebrow and stroked his beard. “I assume we’re talking about Erin Cabot?”

  “She’s my property,” Vinny whined.

  Tito threw him a dirty look over his shoulder and snapped, “Told you to keep your mouth shut while I deal with this.”

  “Yes, sir,” Vinny replied like a weak-ass little bitch.

  “Patriot? You steal something that belonged to someone else?” Mac asked, directing his attention to me.

  “Nope,” I said, letting the P pop. “Cherry wasn’t wearing a vest, and she left with me willingly.”

  “Cherry?” I could see that Tito was about to make a stupid-ass comment that would more than likely end up with my fist in his face, but he shut his mouth when he clocked my expression.

  Instead, he nodded grudgingly. “Okay, maybe she didn’t belong to anyone yet, but Vinny here was about to make her his. Since she’s still not claimed, she should be turned back over to—”

  “Guess you got more of your information wrong,” Mac interrupted. I stayed silent, letting him handle things. Unlike Vinny, I trusted my prez.

  “What?” Tito asked.

  “Pretty sure Erin belongs to my Captain, Patriot.”

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I nodded.

  “That’s bullshit,” Vinny exploded, taking a threatening step toward me. Tito wisely grabbed his arm and kept him away from me. I was a little disappointed since I was looking forward to beating Vinny’s ass into the ground. “You’ve only known her a day! If you claimed her, you forced her!”

  I scoffed. “You’ve got tha
t ass-backwards, motherfucker. You were the one trying to force Erin. Silver Saints don’t pull that kind of shit.”

  Tito assessed me in silence for a minute, then looked at Mac. “If it’s true she belongs to Patriot now, we’ll keep to the law and be on our way—shut your fucking mouth!” he turned and shouted at Vinny when he tried to interrupt. Red-faced, Tito took a deep breath and spoke to Mac again. “Just wanna see for myself before I go.”

  Mac’s gaze shifted to me, and I knew what he was asking without him having to speak. He waited in silence, while I contemplated the question hanging between us. He wanted me to bring Erin to the office, to put her in the same space as this sleaze. He was asking me to be okay with putting her in a situation where she would feel unsafe and scared. LIke I said, I trusted him. But still, I glanced around the room, looking at my brothers and gaining a nod from each one. They were pledging to protect my woman. Finally, I dropped my hands to my sides and clenched my fists. “Left her in bed. Send an old lady.”

  Mac’s eyes drifted to the vest on the desk and I shook my head. He picked up his cell and dialed a number. “Baby, bring Erin to my office now,” he demanded, then hung up. As intended, Tito’s eyes gleamed with a little more respect for my Prez. The Silver Saints were rumored to be good to their women, but we maintained appearances in front of other MCs so they didn’t think of us as soft. The Silver Saints name inspired fear and respect, which gave us even more power to wield. And it kept our families safe.

  Bridget appeared in the doorway a few minutes later and waited to be called into the room. Erin followed close behind. She looked frightened until she spotted me, then the fear began to melt away.

  “Come here, Cherry.” She immediately walked to my side, and I gave her ass a little pat to let her know I appreciated it.