Silver Saints MC Volume 2

“Woman, I should spank your ass until it’s so raw you won’t be able to sit for a week,” I grunted.

Paisley’s pussy contracted, and I groaned before pulling out and setting her down. I knew if I didn’t, I’d take her again right then and there before we’d even come all the way down from our climaxes. “Why?” she asked with an innocent and totally fake expression.

“You know exactly why, you little minx. I told you we needed to wait until you’ve given your body some time to heal, and you deliberately disobeyed me.”

She pouted and trailed one finger down my chest. I caught it before she reached my rapidly swelling dick. “I was feeling empty and wanted to know what you tasted like.”

Fucking hell. This woman was going to be the death of me. “You don’t call the shots, baby,” I reminded her. “Normally, you want my cock, and all you have to do is ask—or begging is even better. But in this case, it was for your own good.”

A loud banging on the door interrupted anything else either one of us might have said, and I glared at the door as though they could see my displeasure through it. When I heard Dom yell out my name, I sighed. “Get in the bath while I take care of this.” I helped her into the tub and scowled at her when she winced as she gingerly sat in the water. It had started to cool off, so I crouched down and opened the drain to let some of it out and turned the faucet back on. Dom called out again, and I shouted, “Keep your fucking panties on, asshole. I’m coming.”

“Pretty sure you finished that up already. If the screaming and shouting in there was any indication.” Dom’s tone was smug, and I ground my teeth together, my hands itching to break his nose.

Paisley gasped and was beet red as she slid down under the water as though it would hide her. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I fixed the drain and turned off the faucet. Then I kissed the top of her head before standing. “Relax, baby. I’ll be right back.”

I shut the bathroom door behind me, then grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on before stalking across the room. Dom was grinning cockily when I wrenched open the door, and I immediately wiped it off with my fist.

“Shit!” he exclaimed as he cradled his jaw. “Damn, motherfucker.” He didn’t call me out on it, though, because we both knew he deserved it.

“Only reason you still have balls is because I like your old lady and know she wants more kids.”

Dom chuckled and shook his head, but then his expression turned serious. “Heard through the grapevine that IA already acted on the evidence we sent. They went to John’s house to pick him up, but he wasn’t there. Figured you could track him down, and we can call in a tip.”

My brow furrowed, pissed as fuck at the idea of John Clark getting away with any of this shit. “Give me twenty.” He took a step forward, clearly taking that as an invitation. But no one was stepping foot in this room with my woman naked on the other side of the flimsy bathroom door. He must have caught my glance in her direction because he grinned. “I’ll text you,” I grunted and slammed the door in his face, leaving him laughing on the other side.

I returned to check on my girl, and the sight of her wet, naked body in the sudsy water made my dick weep that we couldn’t join her. “Got to do some work, baby,” I told her gently. “Call me when you’re ready to get out.”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed the bar of soap from the edge of the tub. “I’m perfectly capable—”

I ran my hand down the back of her hair and bent to kiss her mouth shut. “Never said you weren’t. I just want to take care of my woman. That okay with you?”

Paisley sighed and looked up at me with dreamy eyes, making me smile. “Sure.”

I quickly kissed her again, then walked back into the room, leaving the bathroom door open so I could keep an eye on her, and got to work. Ten minutes later, I had John’s location. The idiot was driving his own car and had parked it outside the cabin he owned less than forty-five minutes away.

Paisley called out to me, and I sent the info to Benji so he could handle the tip while I focused on my girl. After helping her out of the bath and drying her off, I carried her to the bed and set her on the side. I set her bags beside her, and she started digging around, looking for clothes. She pulled out a pair of jeans and a sheer pink top that showed a hint of her pink lace bra when she put it on.