Dax (Silver Saints MC)

“Good. Now remember what I said, and I’ll see you soon, baby. Call me if you need me.”

She agreed and said goodbye. After we hung up, I tossed my phone onto the desk covered in haphazard piles of paper.

“What’s up?” I asked Mac.

“Sounds like we have bigger fish to fry than what I wanted to talk to you about.” He crossed his arms over his chest and rested an ankle on the opposite knee, still watching me thoughtfully. After a minute, he asked, “Arya Rossi?”

I nodded.

“Nova know?”

“Not yet.”

Mac scratched his beard. “This gonna cause problems in the club?”

I leaned back in my chair. “Nova’ll pitch a fit, but he’ll accept it eventually.” Then I cocked my head to the side. “You gonna stand in my way? Because I won’t back down any more than you would have with Bridget’s dad.”

Mac's brow lifted to his hairline, but he didn’t look pissed. “It’s like that?”

“It’s like that,” I confirmed.

“Explains your shitty ass mood over the past couple of months.”

I shrugged, then folded my hands behind my head and threw out another reason he should be in my corner. “I’m taking a page outta your book, prez. We’ll come back when she’s knocked up. Even Nova wouldn’t try to separate us then.”

“Hmm.” Mac was quiet for a long minute, then he jerked his chin up and down. “What’s your plan?”

I gave him the rundown, and he listened until I was through before speaking again. “Solid. I don’t see a scenario where Patriot would run his mouth, but I’ll lay the law down to keep Nova in the dark for at least a couple of weeks.”

Relief flooded me, not only because he was going to give me a little help, but because I loved and respected my president. I was glad I wouldn’t be forced to choose between my woman and my brothers.

“Need anything else?” he asked as he unfolded himself and stood.

“Actually, yeah.” I had been trying to figure this part out, and I knew Mac could get it done. “She’s gonna need a vest. But they usually take several weeks to arrive, and I can’t have it sent to a cabin out in the middle of nowhere.”

Mac nodded and headed for the door. “I’ll take care of it. Her vest will be here when you get back.”

I called my thanks as he left, and he waved in acknowledgment. My lips curved in a smile. I’d laid the trap. All I needed was to lure my prey inside.

* * *

One week later

I paced in my room and checked my watch for the millionth time in the past hour. Dash was all set to fill in for me over the next couple of weeks. My bike was parked out front, saddlebags stuffed with the things I thought we’d need that we wouldn’t be able to get from a local store on the way. A few days ago, I’d driven my truck up there with my bike in the bed. Then I rode back to the clubhouse. I wanted to ride back up there with the wind in my face and my girl wrapped around me. But if she was pregnant when we left the cabin, I wouldn’t risk putting her on my bike.

All that was left was for Arya to arrive so I could grab her and run. Finally, I checked my watch and saw she was due to arrive any minute. Breaker, who was manning the gate, texted to tell me she’d arrived. There was laughter in his voice that I didn’t understand, but at that moment, I didn’t give a fuck about anything but getting to my girl. I took the stairs two at a time, nearly plowing into a couple of brothers in my haste to get to the front door.

I stepped outside just in time to watch a woman riding up to the clubhouse on a motorcycle. Her face was hidden by a visor on her helmet, protecting her eyes from the bright, sunny day. But I would’ve known that body anywhere.

Holy fucking shit.

The sight of my woman with a bike between her pretty thighs had me so hard I wasn’t sure I’d be able to straddle my own hog. The need to drag her upstairs and replace the machine with my cock between her legs was almost overwhelming. The only thing that held me back was knowing it would be her first time. I was determined to take my time and make it perfect for her. And I knew once I got her in bed, we wouldn’t be leaving any time soon.

Arya came to stop next to my bike and kicked down her stand before turning off her engine. She unbuckled her helmet and pulled it off, shaking her head as all of her silky, dark hair spilled down her back.