Hack - Silver Saints MC

“Fuck,” he groaned, his chin going to his chest as he stared at the floor. “It’s all my fault.”

4

Hack

“How could it possibly be your fault?” Paisley asked softly. She was staring up at me with such innocence that I almost felt guilty for the many dirty things I’d wanted to do to her the moment our lips touched. Almost.

“I found enough evidence to send to the DA to get Sarah exonerated,” I admitted. If I’d known it would blow back on Paisley, I would have snatched her ass up months ago. “I’m guessing John heard the news and assumed it was you. I’m so sorry I let that happen to you, baby.”

I shook my head, wanting to kick the shit out of myself for not listening to my instincts. Dom had had a point when he told me to give Paisley some space to recover from what had happened, but it had been foolish to wait this long. She would have been home, with me, safe and sound, rather than on the run from some dirty cop.

“Are you kidding?” My girl backed up onto the bed and brought her legs up so she could kneel on the right side of me. I twisted my torso to face her, and she cupped my face in her small, soft hands. “What you did was amazing. If I’d been able to dig up that evidence, I would have done exactly the same. Even if it had put me in that jerk’s crosshairs again.” Her bright green eyes turned sad, and I hated it. “Sarah was innocent, and she didn’t deserve to rot in that prison because I was such a coward.”

I peeled her hands away from my face and curled my right arm around her waist, then pulled her around, so she ended up straddling me and rested my hands on her hips. “Baby—” Her face flushed when I called her that, and she relaxed into me a little more. I’d already been hard as a fucking rock, but now I was in real danger of my big cock busting the zipper of my jeans to get to her. “You were young and scared. Self-preservation is our natural response. If you’d come forward, your sexy ass wouldn’t be sitting on my lap right now.”

Paisley’s lips curved up into a shy smile, and the green of her eyes lightened. “You think I have a sexy ass?”

If I’d been any less blinded by lust, I might have laughed at her adorable question. But as it was, I couldn’t see beyond her plump tits bouncing when she breathed and the way she was squirming restlessly. I slid my hands over her hips to her back and down to cup her round, supple bottom. I squeezed her cheeks and drew her forward until her heat was settled right on top of my burgeoning dick. “No, baby. I’m saying your ass is fucking perfect, and you are sexy everywhere,” I rasped. My jaw clenched when she wiggled again, and I tamped down my desire to tear off her stretchy black pants and free my cock so I could slam her down on it and demand she ride me until she screamed my name.

“I—um,”—she blushed hard and ducked her head—“I think you’re really hot.”

I grinned down at her as I curled my index finger under her chin and lifted her face. “You think so, huh?”

She bit her lip, and I felt a surge of jealousy that it wasn’t my teeth nibbling on that pouty lip. I was so fucking gone over this woman. “Yes,” she whispered. A tiny shiver wracked her body, and it shook away the last of my control.

My head dipped, and I covered her mouth with my own while returning my hand to her ass and palming both cheeks. A little moan fell from her lips, and I used the opportunity to slide my tongue in and explore her sugary taste. I yanked her forward and ground my erection into her pussy. It was so hot; I could feel it through our layers of clothing. Another erotic little moan escaped, and I swallowed the sound with my heady kiss.

After a minute, she began to rock against me, and I glided one hand up her back and into her hair. I fisted some of the fiery strands I’d been itching to touch and angled her head so I could deepen the kiss. Her sounds had escalated to cries, her voice sounding desperate and needy. My girl wanted to come, and I was more than happy to give her that pleasure. But it needed to happen fast, or I was going to explode in my pants. It had been a fuck of a long time since I’d so much as looked at a woman. But I was surprised at the force of my attraction to Paisley and how little control I seemed to have over my response to her.