Silver Saints MC Volume 2

I opened the package and withdrew the brand new leather vest I’d ordered the day after I brought Rylee to the compound. I flipped it around to show her the back, and she gasped in delight.

Stitched on the top was “Property of,” then the Silver Saints MC logo, and “Nova” underneath. “Turn around,” I commanded in a gruff voice. I’d been dreaming of this from the moment I first saw Rylee’s picture, and now that this moment was here, I was fighting hard for control.

She pivoted obediently, and I slipped the cut up her arms and settled it on her shoulders before guiding her back to face me.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “Been dying to see you in nothing but my ring and property patch.”

“Well?” she asked as she held the vest together and struck a pinup pose.

“Get on the bed, angel,” I gritted out. “I’m gonna fuck you just like this. Then I’m gonna flip you over and fuck you while I stare at my brand.”

Rylee didn’t hesitate, and I licked my lips as I watched her big tits bounce under the cut as she moved to the center of the bed on her knees. My eyes dropped to her soft belly, and my already hard cock swelled to the point of pain, knowing our baby was growing in there.

“Well?” she said impatiently, her heated eyes dragging up my body.

I didn’t make her wait any longer.

* * *

“I don’t know how I’m going to finish this,” I groaned as my eyes once again strayed to my wife’s plump, glistening folds.

“It was your idea,” she responded breathlessly.

The sound of her rapid breathing drew my eyes up to her tits, peeking out between the gap in her vest. They’d grown bigger during her pregnancy, and now that she was breastfeeding, they were even more tempting.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to refocus on my task and dabbed at the ink on her skin before turning my tattoo pen back on. I was almost done. Almost done.

I didn’t know what the fuck I’d been thinking when I decided Rylee should be wearing nothing but her old lady vest while I put a tattoo just above her pussy.

The fact that she’d agreed to it in the first place had shocked me, but from that second on, all I could think about was the night I gave her the cut. Now, I was dying to see her wearing nothing but my ring and property patch on her back and her pussy. So, I figured I’d see it faster if that was all she wore while I inked my brand on her skin.

But it had been a fuck of a lot harder than I’d thought to concentrate on my art when my wife was laid out on my table like an offering. Just begging to be feasted on.

Finally, I was done. I breathed a huge sigh of relief as I shut off the equipment. Then I pushed to my feet and stood back to admire my handiwork.

“Never seen anything so fucking gorgeous,” I growled.

Before I did anything stupid, I quickly slathered the tattoo with Vaseline and covered it with a bandage. Clutching to my control, I grabbed Rylee’s loose sweatpants and turned to help her put them on.

I froze when I saw her propped up on her elbows, the sides of her vest pushed away, baring her sexy tits, and her legs wide open.

“I’m not sore yet. You should probably take advantage of me,” she said silkily, her green eyes ablaze and burning me everywhere they touched.

My control snapped.

Nine months later, I was convinced I’d knocked her up again right there in my chair where I’d just inked my name on her pussy.

Epilogue

Rylee

“This place was so worth the price,” I sighed as we trudged up the path to the cabin where we’d been staying for the past five days for our annual trip to Disney World.

I’d been thrilled when Nova had surprised me with a trip here shortly after we’d gotten back from our honeymoon ten years ago—and stunned to discover that it was his favorite place to vacation. I’d known that Arya went every year, but my sexy biker didn’t seem like the theme park type. I’d always assumed that she forced him to go with her. It had turned out that their annual vacation plan was as much his idea as it was hers, and I’d loved catching glimpses of the little boy he’d been the first time he’d come here as a kid.

But going to Disney when we were newly married and only helping out with our adorable nephew from time to time was very different from spending a week here with seven kids total—Dax and Arya’s three, plus our four. I wouldn’t trade our yearly trek here for anything, though. The memories we made with our children, nieces, and nephew were worth the exhaustion I felt when we made it back to the cabin each night.