Dash (Silver Saints MC)

I scowled at him, and he moved his hands up in a surrender pose as he backed away. His eyes bounced between me and the girl a few times, then a smirk formed on his lips. “You too? Good luck with that, man. Gonna need it, Dash.”

The girl looked terrified, and I hated that she was afraid of me, although something was in her eyes when she looked at me that wasn’t there when she stared at Bear. “Why don’t you sit down, beautiful? I need to deal with shit, then we’ll talk.” She hesitated and swallowed hard.

I slashed an X over the left side of my chest with a boyish smile. “Cross my heart, we won’t hurt you.” She took a wide berth around us as she made her way over to a table and chairs. Her face bleached a little more when she saw the contents spread out on it. Part of me wanted to hurry over and sweep everything off the table, but she’d have to get used to it eventually because I was keeping her. Not that she’d be around this shit, but she’d have to accept what I do.

First, I needed to finish handling my business.

“Come back with the stuff to treat the concrete tomorrow morning,” I instructed my expert cleaners. “Block off this floor with the construction signs. You’re done for tonight.”

They nodded and began to stow everything in the containers we used to store our supplies.

“Bear,” Cash called out. “Gonna hit McClaren’s, you up for it?”

Grey grinned and grabbed the sides of his cut. “Gonna take this baby for a spin with the ladies.”

I mentally snorted. Yeah, right. I’d never seen Grey with anyone in all the years he’d been a prospect and now a patch. His cut might attract women, but it wouldn’t magically give him the desire for a meaningless fuck.

Most MCs had club bunnies running around half-naked, sleeping with any citizen who tossed them a look. Our prez’s old lady, Bridget, would never allow that behavior in the Silver Saints club, but it hadn’t been necessary to clean house when they got together since we’d never taken to having club bunnies hanging around.

Although we followed protocol in front of others when it came to our women, we respected them and would never treat them poorly or demean them. Mac would kick our asses, then cut us and throw us in shark-infested waters.

Besides, none of us were stupid enough to mess with our brothers’ women. And it had nothing to do with the beating we’d receive from the patch and everything to do with the fact that their women were scary as fuck.

“Yeah,” Bear agreed, shoving his gun into the concealed carry pocket in his vest.

Once the room was empty, I turned to my frightened girl and slowly approached her, trying not to appear intimidating. I was a big fucking guy and tended to look a little rough around the edges, especially when I was in a tank top, and my muscled arms were on display. They’d sent plenty of weasels scurrying away, but I didn’t want them scaring my beautiful girl.

“What’s your name?”

“Um…” She glanced around as if looking for an escape, but the chair was against a wall, and I stopped right in front of her. Timidly, she looked back up at me. “Brynn.”

“Beautiful name. Fits you.”

Pink bloomed on her cheeks, and my dick leaked at the sight of that sweet blush on her creamy skin. Something about that innocent reaction made me hot as hell. I was willing to bet my motorcycle that she was a virgin. I’d never have guessed that would turn me on, but it made sense when I really considered the idea. It saved me from having to hunt down every man or boy who ever touched her and put them in one of my body bags.

I grabbed the other empty chair and sat facing her, close enough that she was sitting between my knees. She flushed, and the pink turned to crimson.

“What are you doing here, Brynn?” I could have sworn I saw her shiver when I said her name…but it was so subtle, I wasn’t sure.

“I, um, I’m starting a new job today and didn’t want to be late.”

I chuckled and glanced at my watch. “Half an hour early, just so you wouldn’t be late?”

“An hour, actually.”

Laughter burst from my chest, but my humor burned up with a surge of lust when I saw her staring at me with a bit of awe in her amber pools and her perfect lips forming a little O. I was suddenly dying to see those sexy lips wrapped around my cock.

I couldn’t just toss her over my shoulder like a caveman and fuck her on the nearest flat surface. I’d scare the fuck out of her and send her running. Her life had just swerved in another direction, and I needed to ease her into it.