Hack - Silver Saints MC

“Okay.” I kept the phone against my ear as I crossed the room again to do what he asked, stunned by the fact that Hack was the person at the door. I had no idea why he was in town, but I felt a surge of relief at knowing I wouldn’t have to tackle this situation by myself. I flipped the deadbolt and twisted the knob, but only got the door open about an inch before Hack pushed it wider and wrapped his hands around my waist to nudge me inside. Once his tall, muscular body was through the gap, he kicked the door shut behind him.

Standing face-to-face and staring up at Hack, I wished that I had reached out to him the first time I felt like someone was watching me. Then I would’ve been able to meet the hottest guy I’d ever seen months ago, instead of in the middle of this mess. His dark brown hair was longer on top and sticking up like he’d been running his fingers through it—making my digits itch to do the same. His square jaw was covered with several days’ worth of dark scruff, and so was the skin on top of his plump lips. The small gold ring in his right ear wasn’t hokey at all and only added to his sexiness. The black T-shirt covering his broad chest was stretched tight, showing off the ridges of his muscles. And the edge of a dark tattoo peeked out of his right sleeve with more of a tribal design showing on the left. If motorcycle clubs had websites, I would want to use Hack’s picture all over the site I’d build for the Silver Saints. It might not pull in a ton of prospects, but lots of women would want to drop by the MC.

“What’d I do to put that frown on your gorgeous face?” he asked, swiping his thumb across the corner of my lower lip where it was turned down.

I hadn’t even realized I was frowning until he pointed it out. Heat filled my cheeks because there was no way I was going to confess the jealousy I felt over the random tangent my brain had gone down. “It’s been a heck of a day.”

“It kills me to see you upset,” he rasped, stepping closer. “I’d do anything to see your pretty smile instead.”

I wasn’t sure when he would’ve had the chance to see my smile since nothing good had happened during the time I’d spent with the Silver Saints MC six months ago. But Hack didn’t give me the chance to ask about it. Instead, he brushed his mouth against mine as he took the final step that eliminated the remaining space between our bodies. When my lips parted on a gasp, he took full advantage. His tongue swept inside to tangle with mine, and his hands cupped the back of my head to hold me in place.

My body melted against his, and I whimpered into his mouth. Every inch of our bodies was plastered together. His unmistakable hard length pressed against my belly, a huge proof of how much he wanted me. Ripping his mouth from mine, he let out a guttural groan. I licked my lips, savoring his taste and making his dark eyes flare with need before they hardened. Dropping his hands onto my shoulders, he growled, “What did that motherfucker say to you when he came to your house that sent you running? And why the fuck didn’t you call me right away?”

The sensual fog cleared as his questions registered in my brain. My back straightened at the accusatory tone of the latter, making me feel a little defensive. Jerking my thumb over my shoulder, I answered, “I was so upset, I cried my eyes out until I passed out. But I texted you as soon as I woke up.”

“Shit.” His gaze scanned my face, taking in my puffy eyes.

“Yeah, having a decorated cop—who’d already threatened me—show up on my doorstep to rant and rave over something I didn’t even do was terrifying.” I shook my head and sighed, shivering a little as I remembered my confrontation with John Clark.

Hack led me over to the bed and settled me on the side of the mattress. He pulled the blanket off and draped it over my shoulders before sitting down next to me. Then he wrapped his arm around my body and pulled me into his side. “What pissed the bastard off enough that he broke his promise to my MC?”

“Apparently, the District Attorney’s office got some new evidence, and Sarah was released early.” I tilted my head up to look at his face so he could see how sincere I was being. “I swear it wasn’t me. I don’t know why he wasn’t able to find out what happened, but I had nothing to do with it. I haven’t talked to anyone about what I saw David do to Sarah since he was killed.”