Patch (Silver Saints MC)

Doc leaned back against the couch. “Don’t want there to be any connection to you, so I’m gonna provide you with the documentation and everything you’ll need to leave a breadcrumb trail that will take them straight to the proof they’re already looking for. Scout and Breaker are gonna handle the evidence in the apartment and his car.”

“Cash and I will trade off with Nova and Hack to keep the fuckers hidden for a few days,” Dom added. “Steer clear until then. Once you get what you need, we’ll stage an overdose for Vincent. No one will give a fuck about the other asshole, so we’ll dump his ashes in the trash with all the rest of the sick motherfuckers we’ve taken care of.”

9

Willa

Taking a bath only two rooms away from four men I didn’t know would’ve been nerve-wracking if I didn’t trust Kurt. But he’d more than proven I was safe with him. And another man seeing my naked body would probably bother him more than me with how territorial he was. And “bother” was probably an understatement.

My gaze drifted toward the cut he’d slid over my shoulders when his club brothers showed up on his doorstep. I knew what kind of statement that made to his friends. It wouldn’t be official until he put his property patch on me, but I’d already been claimed by him as far as they were concerned.

Things between us were moving at a breakneck speed, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. We fit together as though we were made for each other—and not just in bed. Being with Kurt made me happy. As I sank deeper into the hot water, my lips curved into a smile that was so big, my cheeks hurt. And it stayed there until Kurt strode into the bathroom and started to strip out of his clothes.

My intense desire for my sexy biker ratcheted higher with each inch of tanned skin he exposed. “You gonna join me?”

“Nope.” He shook his head as he shoved his jeans down his legs and kicked them off, leaving him standing in nothing but a black pair of boxer briefs.

“Then why are you taking your clothes off?” I asked, my gaze riveted on the damp spot at the top of the large bulge in the dark material.

“Got somethin’ else in mind that involves both of us being naked but is a fuck of a lot more satisfying than taking a bath.” My lips parted on a gasp when he lowered the boxer briefs, his hand going to his shaft to stroke up and down the hard length as it sprung free. “Wanna dirty you up again now that you’re all clean.”

A shiver raced down my spine, but it had nothing to do with being cold. My need for Kurt was so strong, I felt as though fire was coursing through my veins. When I jumped up, water sluiced down my body as I stepped out of the tub. He grabbed a towel and moved closer, my toes curling into the bath rug as his fingers strategically brushed against my breasts and inner thighs while he dried me off.

When he dropped the towel on the floor and swept me off my feet, I twined my arms around his neck and held on tight as he started to move. He paused next to where I’d left his cut on the counter and jerked his chin toward it. “One of these days, I’m gonna take you in nothing but my property patch. Just waitin’ on it to be done.”

I tilted my head back to grin up at him. “Is that your way of asking me to be your old lady?”

“Fuck no.” He brushed his lips against mine before he strode into the bedroom and tossed me onto the mattress. “It’s how I’m telling you that you’re going to be my old lady.”

Getting on my knees, I planted my hands on my hips and pretended to be upset when I was anything but. “So I don’t get any say?”

He shook his head and flashed me a confident grin that would’ve melted my panties if I’d been wearing any. “You already made your choice when you spread those perfect thighs and let me into your tight, virgin pussy, sweetheart.”

“Hmm.” My reply was noncommittal, even as my inner walls clenched at the memory of how great it felt to have his big dick inside me. But it worked exactly as I expected…with Kurt climbing on the mattress and crawling toward me.

“You need me to remind you how much you’re mine?” he growled, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck.

My breath stalled in my lungs as I whispered, “Maybe.”

I’d piled my hair on top of my head before I got in the tub, and his hand slipped up to undo the clip, causing my tresses to tumble down around my shoulders. Tangling a few locks through his fingers, he tilted my head back. “Careful, sweetheart. You don’t want to push me too far when I’m already holding on by a thread, thinking about what could have happened to you because of that bastard.”