Rider (Silver Saints MC)

Breaker shrugged and pulled Ireland tight against his side. “Without regret.”

So many of my brothers had found their old ladies over the past several years. Breaker and I had even joked about it becoming a matchmaker club rather than a motorcycle club. I couldn’t imagine being tied down like that. It was the reason for my embarrassingly long dry spell. I didn’t fuck around, so if I wanted to remain untethered, it was smarter to remain celibate.

Our VP, Scout, wandered up with his arm around Cat, his old lady. They congratulated the couple, then I walked with them as we ambled out to our hogs. I felt restless and not ready to return to my empty room at the clubhouse.

“Think I’m gonna stop in at McClaren’s. You game?”

Cat shook her head. “Sorry, we need to get home.”

Dash and Knight weren’t far from us, and they both volunteered to keep me company. We said goodbye to Scout and Cat and took off toward the bar.

It was Friday, so the place was naturally busy, but we never had trouble finding a table. Especially since Breaker and Hack—who owned a security business—overhauled the owner’s security system.

Don waved and gestured to a booth near the bar, occupied by a young couple making out. Don pulled them apart, said something that made the girl blush, and they quickly vacated their seats.

“Thanks,” I said as I slid onto the leather bench.

“What can I get you boys?”

We each ordered, and he nodded before striding over to the bar to put in our order.

That was when I saw her.

Long, thick mahogany hair, elegant facial features, beautiful gray eyes, and a tall, curvy body made for sin. My cock jumped to attention, swelling at the idea of sinning with this sexy woman.

Her branded tank hugged her generous chest, and from my vantage point, I could see she was wearing torn-up jeans and fuck me boots. A customer said something to her, then reached out. Before I could jump to my feet to intervene, she’d captured his wrist and twisted it into a position that could easily break the bones with enough pressure.

A smile spread across her lips, but her eyes sparked with anger. She said something else, and the customer bobbed his head frantically. She finally released his wrist, and he scrambled off his stool, dropped a tip on the bar, and practically ran out of the building.

The other female bartender tossed out a comment, and my woman laughed.

Damn. She was gorgeous. And a firecracker.

I wanted to pump my fist when she began filling a tray, and I realized she was putting together our order.

My gaze stayed glued to her as she began to make her way to our table. As if she could feel my intense stare, her eyes met mine. They became curious, but I grinned when she licked her lips and her gray pools heated.

She did a sweep of me—what she could see above the table—but when her eyes passed over my cut, they snapped back and lingered on my patch. Her expression smoothed out, shuttering my view into her thoughts. I frowned, not happy with being shut out.

“Here are your drinks, boys. Let me know if you need anything else.”

I opened my mouth to tell her that what I needed was to sink my cock deep in her pussy and make her mine.

But Dash cut me off, saying something I didn’t catch since I wasn’t paying attention to him. Knight, who was sitting next to me, kicked my foot, and my head twisted in his direction. He flicked his eyes at my woman and gave me a subtle shake of his head. I glared and ignored him, turning back to find her nearly back at the bar.

“What the fuck?” I growled at my brothers.

“Don’t go there, dude,” Dash said before tossing back his shot and chasing it with a swig of beer.

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because if you fuck it up,” Knight groaned, “we won’t be able to drink here anymore.”

“What makes you think I’ll fuck it up?” I’d be fucking all right...but she was mine. No matter what.

“Tell me the last successful relationship you had,” Dash demanded with narrowed eyes.

“Ask me tomorrow.” My head twisted again, my eyes searching out my firecracker. She was laughing with a male bartender, making me frown fiercely. When she put her hand on his arm, I was out of my seat and stalking toward the bar.

I’d never experienced desire like this, never felt possessive or protective of a woman, never felt the need to kidnap her ass and steal her away until I’d branded her as mine with my patch on her back, my ring on her finger, and my baby in her belly. And if somebody objected to my firecracker and me, that was exactly what I’d do.

When I reached the bar, the other female was closest to me and moved in my direction, but something in my expression brought her to a halt. I tilted my head toward my firecracker, and she narrowed her eyes, but then they dropped to my patch and her features relaxed. “Wendy, you’ve got a customer,” she called out before turning her attention to another customer.