Bridget

Apparently, the third time was the charm when it came to my stay with the Silver Saints because I found myself wrapped tight in Mac’s arms after waking up. I was still exhausted, but incredibly grateful to not have overslept and missed out on the experience. Although we’d spent most of the previous day in bed, we’d barely gotten any sleep—but I’d certainly gotten an extremely thorough introduction into passion. Mac had wrung orgasm after orgasm out of my body until we both collapsed. Shifting in Mac’s arms, I felt the impact of how we’d spent that time in muscles I hadn’t even known I had.

That didn’t stop me from reaching out to gently trace the inked lines on his skin like I’d always wanted to do. Or from rubbing my cheek against his beard, the rough glide reminding me of all the places where my skin had beard burn. And it certainly didn’t make me reconsider tugging the sheet lower until his hard length popped free from where it had been tenting the material. I peeked up at his face to find his eyes still closed and his face relaxed. Trailing my fingers down his six-pack abs, I slowly wiggled out of his arms. Then I rose up on my knees and lowered my head to lick at the bead of moisture on the tip of his cock. Mac’s low groan when my tongue stroked against his heated flesh had my head jerking back up. His pale green eyes were open, alert...and focused on me.

“You wake up hungry for me, baby?”

“Hungry?” I echoed.

My gaze followed the movement of his hand as he reached down to grip his cock and stroke it. “You wanna wrap those lips of yours around my cock the same way I’m starving for a taste of your sweet little pussy?”

“Yes. Yes, I do.” I licked my lips, watching his hand move up and down. I couldn’t tear my eyes away because it was ridiculously sexy. Even after all the orgasms he’d given me, I was more turned on than I’d ever been before. Watching what he was doing made me more than hungry for him; that was for sure.

His free hand slid up my thigh, under the shirt I was wearing. It was one of his, and it hit me mid-thigh. I’d pulled it on before passing out, not bothering with panties, so his touch met nothing but bare skin. “Then come sit on my face so we can both get what we want.”

With a nudge on my hip, he guided me towards his shoulders. Moving carefully, I straddled them with my pussy right over his head. He shoved the shirt up and over my hips so I was fully exposed to his gaze. The position made me feel vulnerable, and a deep flush washed over my skin.

“Lower, baby. Settle that pretty pussy right over my mouth so I can get my taste.”

I nearly moaned at the sensual command in his tone as I inched my hips lower. My legs trembled at the first swipe of his tongue, and I had to brace a hand on Mac’s thigh before I collapsed on top of his body. He lapped at me, and my hips chased his mouth as I lost all train of thought.

He gripped the base of his cock to aim it at my lips. “Don’t forget you were going to get a taste too, baby. I want to feel those lips wrapped around my cock while I fuck you with my tongue.”

“It’s your fault I forgot what I was doing,” I laughed. “You’re too darn good at what you’re doing to me.”

“It’s a good thing you think so because I plan on eating this pussy all the fucking time.”

“Oh my,” I sighed as he went back to it. Before I lost the ability to do anything but scream in ecstasy, I lowered my head to run my tongue around the crown of his cock. When I opened my mouth wide over his length, his hips bucked upwards. He was in control of both of our pleasure, with his mouth eating at me while he fed me his cock. He kept one hand wrapped around the base, and the other dug into my hip as he pulled me down so his mouth could reach my clit. When his lips closed around it and tugged, I exploded. Whimpering around a mouthful of cock, I rode my orgasm out while he continued to pump in and out of my mouth until he yanked me off and came on my chest in spurts.

When his cock stopped twitching, I flopped onto my back on the mattress next to him. “We should wake up hungry more often.” My stomach chose that moment to make a rumbling noise, and Mac’s followed suit. I burst into a fit of giggles, laughing even harder when his low chuckle echoed around me. “I guess I’d better get up and hit the kitchen. Get us some real food.”

“Stay in bed and rest. I’ll let Cat know that you aren’t up to helping this morning.”

“I want to,” I reassured him. “Gotta feed my man since he can’t survive—”

“On just your delicious pussy alone,” he finished for me with a grin.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes, blushing as I hopped off the mattress and headed into the bathroom to clean up. When I came back out, Mac was gone. But he’d left a pair of jeans, one of his shirts, and his cut for me on the bed. I pulled on the clothes and went to the kitchen, coming up short when Cat flashed me a genuine smile.

“Morning,” I greeted her cautiously, more than a little weirded out by her reaction to me since it was the opposite of how she’d been treating me ever since Mac had brought me here. Then her eyes darted to the bruises and scratches she’d left on me the day before, and I figured she was feeling guilty. “It looks way worse than it should because I bruise easily.”

“You have every right to hate me since I’ve been a royal bitch to you,” she started.

“I don’t hate you.” I moved closer, shaking my head. “I mean, yeah, you were a total bitch. But I get it with how the situation is between the Silver Saints and the Hounds of Hellfire.”

“Which is exactly why I expected you to tell Mac that it was my fault. All of it.”

“All of what?” Scout growled from behind me. I twirled around and found him glaring at Cat.

“I—”

“It’s nothing,” I interrupted.

“Didn’t sound like nothing to me,” he argued. “Is Blue right, Kitty Cat?”

“No,” she whispered, her voice sounding uncertain and lacking her usual confidence.

“One of you’d better tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“The bruises and scratches on Bridget’s arms are my fault,” Cat blurted out.

Scout lifted one of my wrists to examine the marks on my skin. “Mac was pissed as fuck about these.”

“Yeah,” I admitted softly.

“He didn’t know how they happened, though.”

“Because she didn’t tell,” Cat said. “Just like she didn’t say anything about how I made her run outta here crying yesterday when I ripped her to shreds.”

“Shit, Kitty Cat,” he groaned. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“That she was a pawn who didn’t deserve my respect. A pampered princess who didn’t belong here, and I was stuck with her until her father finally caves and gives Mac what he wants.”

“You’re my old lady. You know me. Would I ever give someone a nickname if I didn’t think they deserved my respect?” he asked.

Cat shook her head.

He jabbed a finger at the patch on Mac’s cut. “You, better than any other woman around here, should know what it means for Mac to give her that to wear.”

Cat cringed. “I know, which is why I never should have told her—”

“It doesn’t matter what was said,” I interrupted again, but for a different reason this time. I didn’t want to hear a repeat of the insults she’d flung at me yesterday, especially the ones about some other woman wearing Mac’s cut in the future. Not after spending all day and night in his bed.

Scout gave me a considering look. “My woman and I don’t keep secrets from each other.”

I gave him a disbelieving look because we both knew darn well that with club business being what it was, there were things he kept from her.

“Not with shit like this,” he growled.

“It’s girl stuff. None of your concern,” I insisted, putting a little bit of haughtiness in my tone. “Besides which, it’s over and done with so there’s nothing to worry about. Cat and I are good with each other.”

He shifted his gaze to Cat. “You good with Blue now, Kitty Cat?”

“Damn straight.” She nodded as she stepped to my side, presenting a united front. “From now on, I’ve got Blue’s back the same way she had mine.”

“Good,” Scout grunted. “That’s the way it should be since you’re the VP’s old lady and she’s the Prez’s.”

The Prez’s old lady. Wow. Getting kidnapped by Mac really was the best thing that’d ever happened to me.