Nova (Silver Saints MC)

Her breathing had turned choppy, but she attempted an indignant gasp until I dragged my lips along a sensitive spot on her neck.

“Now we can go.” I left her with a kiss, then patted her ass to get her moving. As we walked through the rooms, I introduced her to everyone, despite knowing Patriot would’ve started doing what I’d asked.

A few of the old ladies were around too, and I knew Rylee appreciated meeting them when this place was packed with testosterone.

Our second to last stop was the kitchen, and when we walked in, I rolled my eyes as I cleared my throat. Scout—the club’s VP—had his woman, Cat, up against a wall with her legs around his waist while they tried to swallow each other’s face.

Scout growled in annoyance and shouted, “Get lost!” When he tried to move in for another kiss, Cat whacked him on the shoulder while straining to see over him. He was a big motherfucker, and his old lady was tiny, but somehow, they fit perfectly together.

“Put me down, caveman,” she insisted with a frown.

“I wasn’t done with you, kitty cat,” he rumbled. But he obediently set her on the ground and turned around to glare at me for interrupting. Then he saw Rylee, and his gray eyes zeroed in on my cut, his face transforming with a glee-filled smile. Here we fucking go.

“Welcome. This beautiful woman must be Rylee. I’m Kyle, but everyone calls me Scout except my sweet kitty cat.”

“Hi.” Rylee’s mouth curved into a smile.

“Yes,” I answered in a threatening tone. “This is my woman, Rylee.” She threw me a disapproving glance but didn’t deny my claim.

Scout lifted his chin at me. “You need me to knock some sense into this motherfucker, just let me know.”

Cat sighed and pushed around him, smiling. But it was reserved since she always held back until she felt the newcomers were worthy of the club. “I’m Cat. Are you hungry?”

“Famished,” my girl replied. I wanted to kick myself. Of course she was starving. It was probably what got her out of bed in the first place.

Off to a great start taking care of your woman, Rossi.

“Come and sit, I have some cinnamon rolls I just took out of the oven.”

I led Rylee over to a large table that would feed a small army and helped her into a chair. Before I could sit next to her, Scout shoved me out of the way and dropped onto the seat I’d pulled out for myself. I clenched my fists and snarled at the asshole, earning myself a curious glance from Rylee that I couldn’t interpret.

“Tell me about yourself, miracle.”

I groaned and sat in the chair on her other side.

“Miracle?” Rylee repeated with confusion.

“Scout has a thing for nicknames,” Cat explained as she brought a platter of delicious gooey cinnamon rolls to the table. She set a plate and fork in front of each of us, then Scout pulled her onto his lap. “It means he approves of you.”

Rylee blushed, and I suddenly hated Scout for being the one to earn those pretty pink cheeks. “Why miracle, though?” she asked.

“You remind me of Shirley Temple with that crazy head of curls,” he answered with a wink.

“Ah, I get it,” Rylee laughed. “Little Miss Miracle.”

“Eat, angel,” I encouraged her. “After you're done, we have one more place to see.” The last stop on our tour was the other reason I’d offered to show her around. I was curious to see what her reaction was because I wanted to share my idea with her.

“Hey, Blue,” Scout called out. I glanced over my shoulder to see Mac’s wife, Bridget, strolling into the room.

She walked over and introduced herself to Rylee, then sat and chatted with her while we ate. They seemed to hit it off, and it wasn’t long before Cat relaxed and joined their conversation.

As soon as she finished her food, I excused us and gently took Rylee’s elbow to help her to her feet. “Got somewhere to be. Later.” Then I quickly steered her from the kitchen. I was already impatient to get back to bed, and watching her eat was clearly going to be a problem in the future. It made me hard as fuck. But I’d also been coming to the realization that simply declaring Rylee as mine wouldn’t be enough for her. I needed to show her that I’d thought about our future, to prove this wasn’t a short-term thing.

Once we were in the empty hallway, Rylee rounded on me and put her hands on her ample hips, her tits bouncing when she huffed. Fuck, she was sexy...I wanted to hold her right there while I pounded into her from behind. I’d be so deep in that position that I could probably come right up against her womb so that when she climaxed, it opened up and sucked up every drop, planting my kid inside her.