Patch (Silver Saints MC)

“Nice.” Thinking about how thin the walls were at my apartment made me want to cringe, especially since I shared one with Vincent. It had never bothered me before, but now I couldn’t help but wonder what he’d heard from my place.

“I’ve been here for three years and never needed to put that shit to the test.” He lifted my suitcase and set it on top of the king-sized bed in the master bedroom, winking at me over his shoulder. “But that’s gonna change soon.”

Holy heck, I couldn’t wait for him to give me the all clear so he could follow through with the sensual promise in his dark eyes.

6

Patch

Willa sighed in her sleep and snuggled closer to my body. I loved how she felt in my arms, how different we were. She was soft where I was hard, petite where I was big, light while I was dark. Yet she fit perfectly against me and perfectly in my life.

After bringing her to my home, I fed her, then made her rest some more before drawing her a bath. Leaving her there, naked and wet, with suds gliding down her silky skin…fuck. My balls hurt just thinking about it, and my cock was hard as steel—pretty much the state I was always in around her. The pout on her face when she realized I wouldn’t get in with her almost did me in. But the doctor in me wouldn’t do anything that might hinder her recovery. So, I sucked it up and left the bathroom, though I stayed in the bedroom to make sure I was near if she needed me.

I’d managed to find someone to cover my next two shifts at the hospital and took some of the vacation I’d stored up over the years. It allowed me to relax and take care of my woman for the past couple of days. The only time I’d been forced to leave was when Mac called and told me one of my brothers had been shot and needed my help. With gunshot wounds, we avoided the emergency room whenever we could. The hospital was required to report gun injuries, and we didn’t want the questions or scrutiny that we’d face from that.

Knight’s gunshot had been a through and through in his shoulder and missed anything vital, so I stitched him up and sent him on his way. I was gone less than two hours, and by the time I arrived home, I was desperate to see Willa and make sure she was okay.

She’d improved quickly, but I’d still been cautious. She was the most important, precious thing in my life, so no fucking way would I do anything to risk her health or safety. Luckily, she understood that, but the disappointed look on her face when we went to bed without so much as a kiss—I was only so strong, and we were in a bed for fuck’s sake—beat at my determination like a battering ram.

However, blue balls or not, I’d never enjoyed my life more than spending uninterrupted time getting to know my woman. The moment I met her, I already knew she was perfect for me, but every day, I realized what a lucky son of a bitch I was that she seemed to be just as attached to me as I was to her.

I doubted she had the same level of obsession, though. Jealousy had never been something I’d wrestled with in the past, but I’d found myself envious of just about anything that touched her besides me. It wasn’t rational, and my colleagues would probably label me as psychotic…but I couldn't bring myself to care. Willa’s opinion was the only one that mattered, and she hadn't complained once. In fact, she seemed to encourage my hovering and possessiveness, and even did little things to rile me up. Eventually, I’d give her all the spankings she’d earned by being a naughty little minx, but I had no doubt she’d be begging for more of them by the time I was done.

Yesterday had been three days since her mugging, and she hadn’t complained about a headache for over twenty-four hours. I’d given her a thorough examination and was confident she was strong enough for some physical exertion. Still, I’d given her one more night. She needed the rest because I intended to wear her the fuck out.

As I lay in bed the night before, I’d made a grand plan of bringing her breakfast—that I ordered from the diner down the street—in bed, then taking a soak together in the tub before making slow, sweet love to her.

I should have known better because when Willa tossed her leg over mine and I felt the heat from her pussy pressed against my thigh, all my good intentions went up in flames. She was wearing those thin, tiny little shorts again, and I’d gone to bed in nothing but my boxer briefs, so that left very little fabric between us. Cupping her hips, I shifted her body to lie on top of me with her legs spread and her sex nestled over my big, fat cock. It would have been so easy to slide aside her shorts and panties, untuck my dick, and bury myself inside her, but I needed to be gentle because I’d confirmed with her that she was a virgin and didn’t want to hurt her any more than necessary.