Hack - Silver Saints MC

After an eternity—or at least a few seconds—she scrambled to the middle of the bed and laid down on her back. I grinned and stood, my eyes sweeping over her gorgeous body. My body tightened in anticipation, and I leaned one knee onto the mattress, about to climb on when—

Bang! Bang!

“Yo! Hack!”

It was Breaker—who must’ve gotten here after I headed to Paisley’s room—and I was going to gut the motherfucker and bury him where no one would ever find the body. “Fuck off!” I shouted.

But he immediately banged again and yelled back, “Benji texted with news, man. Get your head out of your ass—or wherever else it’s been this whole time—and get out here.”

My eyes skimmed over Paisley’s ripe, half-naked body, and I growled.

He was a dead man. DEAD. MAN.

5

Paisley

My brain was fuzzy from the earth-shattering orgasm Hack had given me, but I was still with it enough to toss the blanket over my mostly naked body when some guy pounded on the door. I wasn’t certain how everything had gotten out of control so quickly between Hack and me, but I didn’t regret what had happened. Heck, I’d been more than ready for him to climb between my legs and take my innocence. I was too worked up to appreciate the interruption, even though I probably should have since I’d only spoken to him the first time tonight—even though I remembered him from everything that had happened six months ago. I’d only spotted him once, and then he’d seemed to stay in the background. But even with that brief glimpse, he was memorable. If I’d realized the guy I had been perving over was the same one who’d texted me, I probably would’ve latched onto my feeling of being watched as an excuse to reach out to him long before now.

I giggled at the comment about where Hack’s head had been, thinking about how much I would’ve enjoyed having it buried between my thighs like the guy was suggesting. Hack growled again as he took his knee off the mattress and grabbed my bra and shirt to hand them to me. “Put these on. I’m not leaving you here alone, and no fucking way are you going to be around the guys with your tits bouncing around. One of them would notice, and I’d hate to be forced to kill one of my brothers because he stared at you too long.”

“Not sure what you’re talking about, but I can hear you talking.” There were three more loud bangs against the door. “I get that you probably want to kill me, but you need to move your ass and not while you pump in and out of the sexy thing you’re holed up with.” Hack was across the room in a flash, yanking on the door as the guy continued, “Not that I blame you. I’d want—”

The guy didn’t get to finish what he was about to say before Hack slammed his fist against his mouth. I gasped when I realized it was Breaker. He’d been the one to give me a ride home after David Clark died. He’d also installed a deadbolt on my front door and got the property manager to give me an assigned spot only a few spaces down from my house. He hadn’t said much to me back then, but he’d been respectful in the short time we’d spent together while he made sure I felt safe in my home. He hadn’t been even the tiniest bit flirtatious, so I didn’t understand why he was spouting off about me now...until I saw the humor shining from his eyes as he wiped the blood off the corner of his lip and grinned. “Figured that’d get you to open the door.”

He tried to step into the room, but Hack pushed him back into the hallway. “We’ll be down in a few minutes.”

“I’m not saying I don’t trust you, but I’ll be waiting right here in case you lose track of time because the temptation is just too strong,” Breaker called through the door after Hack slammed it shut.

“Motherfucker,” Hack bit out, ignoring Breaker to turn back to me. His nostrils flared as he let out a puff of air, and his eyes softened. “Need you to get dressed now, baby. Not sure how long I can hold myself back from going back out there to kick his ass.”

I quickly tossed on my bra and shirt before fixing my leggings. Then I ran my fingers through my hair so it didn’t look as though I’d just rolled out of bed. When I was semi-presentable again, I padded across the room and stroked my hand down Hack’s chest. “You know Breaker is just pressing your buttons to get a rise out of you, right?”

His dark eyes narrowed, and he grabbed my hips in a tight grip. Pulling me close, he growled, “How the fuck do you know Breaker?”