Patch (Silver Saints MC)

“I thought you said I was fine,” she said with a big yawn.

“You are, Willa, but I want to make absolutely sure, so I need to watch your symptoms for a little longer.”

She nodded, but her eyes drifted closed as if she was about to nod off.

“Are you hungry?” I asked, shaking her shoulder a little to rouse her.

“Not really.”

I patted my hard, flat stomach. “Well, your man is starving, so why don’t you go change into something comfy, then keep me company while I make us some dinner? Maybe you’ll be in the mood to eat by the time I finish.”

I was surprised when she didn’t react to my statement about being her man. The only indication that she’d even caught my choice of words was the dusting of pink over her cheeks. Since she didn’t look upset, I let it go for the moment.

Willa shrugged and slowly stood, then she held my arm as I walked us across the living room to her bedroom.

“Will you be all right by yourself?”

“Um…yeah.”

“I’ll be right outside the door if you need me.”

She looked as if she wanted to say something but just nodded and went into the room, closing the door.

It only took her a few minutes to reappear in a pair of thin sleep shorts that made me want to fall to my knees and see if I could suck her pussy through the fabric and give her an orgasm. I mentally shouted at myself to get some damn control, then looked at her shirt to distract myself from her legs.

She had on a Road Warriors T-shirt that had obviously been a man’s but had shrunk several times over. And still, it hung loose on her tiny body and almost to the bottom of her shorts. Adorable.

That thought was immediately followed by a rush of jealousy, and I growled, “That shirt better be your dad’s.”

Willa’s brows went up in surprise—my tone had been a little harsher than I’d intended. But then the corners of her mouth tipped up, and her eyes twinkled. “Jealous?” she asked cheekily.

I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at her. “Yes.”

Her mouth formed a little O, and her cheeks turned bright red, but she still looked pleased with my response.

I stepped close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from my body and cupped her chin in my hand, raising it so she was looking directly into my eyes. “Tell me who gave you this shirt, Willa.”

She shivered and exhaled a trembling breath. “It’s my dad’s.”

“Good,” I said gruffly before planting a hard, quick kiss on her mouth. “Don’t want you wearin’ anyone else’s clothes unless they're mine.”

She seemed too stunned to reply, so I took her arm again and led her to the small but well-equipped kitchen. An island with a couple of stools separated the two rooms, but I didn’t want her getting dizzy and falling off, so I boosted her up and set her right on the counter.

She giggled and crisscrossed her legs in front of her. “I used to sit like this when I was a kid. My mom would get so mad, but Dad would just kiss her until she gave in, then went back to cooking.”

I wanted to know everything about her, and since she seemed to be in a sharing mood, I began to ask her questions. As a bonus, talking kept her from falling asleep. After rummaging around a bit, I found the ingredients to make spaghetti, which was a good thing since it was one of the three things I knew how to cook.

After a while, she peppered me with her own questions, and since turnabout was fair play, I answered all of them. Until she asked about club business, and I cut her a hard look. “I will always be honest with you, my little club princess, but you know as well as I do that club business is off-limits unless I’m given permission to share with you.”

She nodded and gave me a sheepish smile. “Can’t blame me for trying.”

“Can’t I? When I’m positive you know better?” I stepped up to the counter, right in front of her, and unfolded her legs. Then I moved to stand between them and grasped her hips to pull her as close as possible. “Or is this your way of begging for a spanking?”

Willa’s eyes grew as round as saucers, and her sexy little mouth formed an O. However, I couldn't help grinning when I saw heat spark behind the shock in her eyes.

“Hmm,” I rumbled low in my chest. “I’ll keep that in mind for when you’re all healed up.”

Still speechless, she just sat there and stared at me. She looked so adorable that I couldn’t help giving in to temptation and bent my head to brush my lips over hers. I should have known better. The moment I felt her velvety lips against mine, I yanked her forward and groaned when my cock nestled into the apex of her thighs. She was at just the right height for me to free my cock and slam it inside her virgin tight pussy. Her innocence was just a guess, but I was ninety-nine-percent sure I was right.