Bridget

Staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I cringed. I was still in my pajamas. My hair was months overdue for a cut. I looked like I hadn’t slept in forever. And I didn’t have the energy to do more than run a brush through my hair and put on some lip gloss.

I felt like a mess, and it wasn’t entirely due to my lack of sleep. It was because my dad was coming to the compound for the first time since Mac had thrown down the gauntlet almost eleven months ago in the hallway at Knockers. I’d talked to him on the phone and even met him out for meals a couple of times when I’d managed to sweet-talk Mac into it, but my dad hadn’t seen fit to come visit me here yet. Until today...when Mac didn’t give him any other choice.

My dad wanted to meet his new granddaughter, and it wasn’t going to happen anywhere else other than the Silver Saints compound. It had taken him seven weeks—and lot of texts with ridiculously adorable photos of Molly—to finally concede the fact that Mac wasn’t going to budge on this. Now that the day was finally here, I was freaking out.

“You almost ready?” Strong arms wrapped around me, and I lifted my gaze to meet Mac’s eyes in the mirror. He rubbed his chin against my neck, his beard scraping against my tender skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“I just need to change out of my pajamas. Other than that, I think this is about as good as its going to get today,” I sighed.

He turned my head to the side to capture my lips in a deep kiss that left me wanting more when he pulled away. “That’s bullshit. You need me to show you how fucking gorgeous you are?”

“Maybe,” I breathed out. “But it’s going to have to wait because we don’t have enough time right now.”

“And that’s bullshit, too.” He gripped my hips and flipped me around before setting me on the countertop. “Molly isn’t crying.”

He yanked my sleep shorts and panties down my legs. “Your dad isn’t here yet.”

Sinking a finger inside me, he growled, “You’re already wet for me.”

“After that kiss, of course I am.”

His finger continued to work me as he used his other hand to unbuckle his belt, unsnap his jeans, slide the zipper down, and pull out his cock. “And I’m always hard for you.”

I widened my legs so he could step between them. His hands moved to my hips, and he lined himself up at my entrance. “Sounds like the perfect time to me.”

“Hurry,” I panted as he slid his cock inside me. I wasn’t worried about how long we’d take; I just wanted to feel him move inside me and make me come. Gripping his shoulders and wrapping my legs around his hips, I held on tight while he pounded into me.

“You’re more gorgeous today than you were when I found you sleeping in your bed when I came to take you.” He swiveled his hips, his cock dragging over my G-spot and making me clench around his hard length. “You were so damn hot that I knew I was fucked before you even opened your eyes.”

“And look at us now.”

His gaze dropped down, and he leaned back a little to watch his cock slide in and out of my body. “Come for me, baby. I wanna see your pussy squeeze me until I blow.”

I slid my hand between us and flicked at my clit, making a growl creep up his chest. Each glide of his cock brought me closer to the edge, until I was suddenly flying over it and taking him with me. I slumped back against the mirror, panting for breath as he pulled out and cleaned me off with a washcloth.

“Hurry up, baby.” He bent down to give me a kiss. Then he picked me up and set me on my feet, tucking himself back in and zipping up his pants. “We’d better get down there before hell freezes over and the Hounds of Hellfire President steps foot on Silver Saints soil.”

I would have laughed, except it really did feel like hell was about to freeze over. I hurriedly changed my clothes while he lifted Molly out of the basinet we kept beside our bed. Her nursery was only one door down, but neither of us were ready for her to sleep in another room yet. I had no idea how he’d managed to have what was basically an entire house added to the back of the clubhouse in less than nine months, and I didn’t really care. I was too busy being grateful that it was ready in time for me to decorate the nursery before I gave birth, even though we mostly used it like a big closet for Molly’s stuff for now.

“It’ll be okay,” I reassured him as I smiled at the picture my tough biker made with our tiny baby girl in his arms. “Molly will melt all the ice, just like she does your heart.”

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