Cash’s free hand wrapped around my wrist, gripping it hard enough that I knew it would break if that was really his intention. Since I was aware of his restraint, I loosened my grip on his neck so he could speak. “I don’t see a—”

  “Property patch?” We both turned at the sound of Fox’s voice. He stood beside Molly, who was slipping a black leather vest over her shoulders. Fox stood slightly in front of my woman and crossed his arms over his chest, his legs in a wide stance. “Look again.”

  Whiskey had moved to stand on Molly’s other side, and he said something to her that only they could hear.

  Her hair was already up on her head, so nothing was obscuring the back of her vest when she turned around.

  Despite the situation, seeing “Property of Maverick” branding her caused my dick to harden. I wanted nothing more than to fuck her in that cut. Only the cut.

  “Fucking hell,” Cash grunted.

  I released him and took several steps back. He was no longer a threat. I’d claimed Molly, and he had to respect that as long as she’d been willing. Since she’d put up no argument and was beaming at me when she turned around, there was nothing he could do.

  Mac was a different situation altogether. I doubted he would give a fuck about my claim when it came to his daughter, and honestly…I respected him for it. I couldn't pretend that I would be any better with my daughters. Still, he’d have to come to terms with it eventually because the only way someone could take her away from me was if I was dead.

  “Let me fix him up before you kick his ass, Maverick,” Blade said with a sigh as he ambled over to us.

  “Not gonna fight with you, Cash,” I told the Silver Saint in a voice low enough that Molly wouldn’t overhear. “And I’m not gonna stop you from telling Mac about us. But don’t ever bring up taking her away from me again, or you’ll be having a real close encounter with the end of my Glock.”

  Cash shook his head and let Blade lift his arm and drape it around his neck. “I think you’re delusional about who will end up six feet under in this situation, Maverick.”

  I shrugged and watched them until they disappeared inside the clubhouse. Blade had a medical clinic set up in a building directly behind it.

  Once they were gone, my eyes found my woman, and I pursued her from head to toe, then back up again. I needed to fuck her. Licking my lips in anticipation, I prowled over, letting her see the dark hunger gnawing at me.

  “How do I look?” she asked, her tone a little sassy, turning me on even more.

  “Like you’re mine,” I grunted.

  10

  MOLLY

  I knew there would be repercussions to Cash seeing me at the Iron Rogues clubhouse with Maverick, but I didn’t want to think about my dad’s reaction to my relationship right now. Or my secret admirer.

  Instead, I wanted to celebrate the fact that I’d just become Maverick’s old lady. And there was no better way to do that than by ourselves in our room.

  Which he must’ve thought too because he tossed me over his shoulder yet again and carried me straight there. Then his lips were on mine, devouring me. I wanted nothing more than to feel them everywhere.

  I leaned back, starting to slip off my property vest, but he stopped his kisses, his eyes blazing as he hovered over me. “Keep that on, princess.”

  “You want me to keep my clothes on?” I balked, staring up at him through my lashes.

  He grinned, tracing the lines of my cheek with his calloused fingers. “Not all of them. Just the vest. I want to see you wearing nothing but my property patch while you take my cock.”

  Fisting the front of my shirt, he pulled me closer to him, the thin lines of material ripping under his fingers as he pried away the fabric. Then he made quick work of my bra, and his smile broadened as he bent over, sucking my pierced nipple into his mouth.

  I bucked forward, eager to feel more of him. My fingers tunneled through his thick auburn hair as I pressed my chest closer to his mouth and hissed, “Yes.”

  His free hand went to my other nipple, giving it the same twists as his tongue on my pierced one before his lips trailed down my breasts and to my stomach. His gaze was heated as he met mine before his tongue flickered just along the line of my jeans. “Are you drenched for me? Is this greedy little pussy ready for me to taste it?”

  “Yes,” I moaned, already bucking my hips forward.

  He chuckled before yanking my pants down. “Such a greedy princess.”

  Normally, it would have taken me forever to get my boots and jeans off, but my man was eager and had my bare pussy up to his lips, my thighs over his shoulders in one fell swoop.

  “I love this pussy,” he murmured before he flattened his tongue against my folds.

  “It loves your mouth right back, Maverick,” I teased, pushing my hips forward.

  “Such a greedy girl. My greedy girl,” he whispered before spreading my legs and diving into my wet folds.

  I thrust my hips so I could meet his tongue with my body. He laughed against my skin before sliding a finger against me, his lips toying with my clit piercing before sucking hard on my sensitive bundle of nerves.

  My entire body was already on fire, and I was a woman possessed, bucking and gripping the sheets, chasing my orgasm. But just before I could feel the beautiful climax crest over me, Maverick abruptly stopped, popping off my pussy with a big wet grin.

  “No, I was so close,” I whimpered.

  “I know, princess. But as much as I love to devour your orgasms, I want to feel you come for the first time as my old lady on my cock.”

  His declaration was so damn romantic to me—butterflies swirled in my belly even as my pussy walls clenched again. Then he moved his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply so I could taste my own salty sweetness on my tongue. Something I didn’t think I’d be into, but when it was Maverick, everything was perfect.

  I gripped his shirt, making quick work of stripping him of his cut and flannel, only breaking the kiss to get rid of his clothes and then running my fingers down the hard lines of his chest and abs. I had come to know every black line of the tattoos on his chest. Even with my eyes closed, I had them memorized and ingrained in my memory like the feel of his body against mine.

  Once his jeans were gone, his hard cock pressing against my stomach, his hands gripped my waist. Then he flipped onto his back, pulling me with him so I straddled his sides. I held on to his stomach, looking down as my wet folds met up with the head of his cock.

  “Princess, do you know how beautiful this view is?” he murmured, tracing the hem of my vest and then up the freckles that dotted my stomach and chest.

  “How does it look now?” I whispered, adjusting my hips and sinking onto his hard cock.

  “Fucking amazing. Do you see it? How fucking hot you are with my cock inside you?”

  I looked down where our bodies connected, the silver of my hood piercing a glint against his cock as I slowly slid up and down the length, my wetness coating every ridge.

  “Is that how you ride, princess? Slow and steady?” His voice was thick as he rolled his hips to meet mine.

  “You know I like to ride fast.”

  He grinned, his hands now gripping my ass.

  By being on top, my clit hit his shaft at just the right angle, so every little movement shot a wave of pleasure straight through me. I knew it wouldn’t take long to come, and I wanted to savor the moment.

  But I also really, really wanted to come.

  “Ride me. Hard and fast like the greedy little princess you are.”

  I gripped his chest, grinding my hips against his as I slammed my body against his cock over and over, feeling him pump in and out of me. Each movement sent little sparks of electricity through my entire body.

  “I feel how wet you are, baby. Come over the edge with me. Now. Show me how you make yourself fly apart.”

  With one hand still firmly on his chest, I moved the other to my pussy lips. Circling over my clit with my thumb, I used my wetness to slide over his cock as I continued riding it.

  “That’s it, baby, fuck us both like the good girl you are.”

  My eyes slammed shut as I rode him harder, my entire body shaking as I threw my head back.

  “Open your eyes,” he growled.

  I stopped moving, my eyes widening as I looked down at his face. He wasn’t smiling or frowning, but something dark and wickedly sexy was in his eyes that sent a delicious shiver down my spine.

  “You will look at me while I fuck you. I want to see your face when I fill you with my come.”

  “Yes, Maverick,” I moaned, slowly moving my hips again.

  He grinned, gripping my waist and rocking me harder. “I know you want it fast, princess. Come on, show me how good I make you feel. Come for me.”

  I rocked harder against him before circling my clit again. Each little movement brought me closer and closer. But it wasn’t until I really looked into Maverick’s eyes. The way his hooded gaze locked on mine.

  He was just as close as I was, and I wanted to go over the edge with him.

  “You gonna come for me, Maverick? You gonna fill me up? Have me dripping with your come the rest of the day? Make it so everyone knows I’m your princess?”

  “Fuck, yes,” he growled, pumping his hips harder as I arched my back, taking every inch of his length.

  “Right there. I’m gonna come, Mav. I’m gonna come,” I cried as I finally found my release.

  Fireworks spread through my body as I cried out, riding out my orgasm, my entire being convulsing over Maverick. He pumped hard and fast, moaning as he poured his hot come into me, not stopping until I’d milked every drop of him.

  I was still coming down from my orgasm when he pulled me closer, kissing me fiercely as if his lips could say what words couldn’t. How explosive our sex was. How, just from a kiss, I was ready for him to fill me again.

  Then he rolled me over, his dick slipping out of me as our mixed arousal leaked out of me and onto his sheets. His fingers were on my pussy, pumping in not one but two, already building me to the brink again.

  “Keep that come inside you, baby. I want you full of me. Now come on my fingers again so I can feel you,” he murmured before his lips trailed to my nipple, giving my piercing a tug with his teeth.

  I bucked my hips forward, my already sensitive core still tingling. It didn’t take long before I was rocking out another orgasm, screaming out his name as I shook around his hand.

  “That’s my greedy girl.”

  My eyes fluttered as I looked up at him, my body now sore like I’d just run a marathon.

  Or rode one on his cock.

  “Stay right here, princess,” he commanded before hopping up, giving me a spectacular view of his naked ass as he walked over to the attached bathroom.

  He quickly emerged again with a washcloth and gently cleaned between my thighs and my legs before tossing the washcloth somewhere on the floor with our discarded clothes.

  “Tired?”

  I nodded, my eyelids so heavy.

  He lay down next to me, pulling the covers tight around us as I nestled against his chest.

  As I felt his heart still beating heavily, my eyes fluttered closed. This was exactly where I belonged, and there was no way in hell I was ever going anywhere again.

  Unfortunately, my dad wasn’t going to easily agree with that plan…and had awful timing because he chose to call Maverick’s cell just as I was drifting off. Although, it would’ve been a hell of a lot worse if it’d been five minutes earlier.

  Maverick kissed my shoulder. “Sorry, princess, but I gotta answer.”

  Heaving a deep sigh, I nodded. “I know.”

  Twisting around, he bent down to lift his jeans off the floor and grabbed his phone from the pocket. Dropping them back down, he jabbed his finger against the screen. “Yeah?”

  All I could hear was the deep murmur of my dad’s voice, the words indecipherable but the tone obviously angry. Maverick let him have his say before his gaze met mine, determination blazing from his blue orbs. “I respect the fuck out of you, but coming for Molly isn’t going to do you a lick of good, Mac. I’m not going to give her up for anyone or anything. She’s mine now.”

  11

  MAVERICK

  We were only a two-hour ride from the Silver Saints compound, but when Mac called, he was headed back from a run. He wouldn’t be able to get here for at least half a day. Which meant I had a little time to figure out exactly how to handle this shit. Killing my old lady’s dad wasn’t an option but neither was letting her go.

  A quiet knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts, and I carefully shifted Molly off my chest so I could get out of bed without waking her. She’d been worrying after the phone call with her dad, so I’d fucked her again until she passed out from exhaustion.

  After pulling on a pair of boxers, I opened my door to see Fox waiting in the hall, his expression grim. “Found him.”

  “Give me twenty.”

  Fox nodded. “My office.” Then he stalked off.

  I shut the door as quietly as I could, but when I turned around, Molly was sitting in bed, watching me with sleepy green orbs. Her hair was a disheveled mess, hanging in a riot of curls all around her, standing out starkly against her creamy skin and the white sheet she held over her chest. “Was that about my dad?” she queried, a frown marring her forehead.

  “No. Why don’t you get some more sleep, princess? I have to go meet with prez.”

  She shrugged and scooted to the edge of the bed. “I’m not tired. I think I’ll see if I can scrounge up something to eat in the kitchen.”

  “Sure, baby. How about you shower with me first?”

  Molly smirked. “Don’t you have to meet with Fox?”

  “It’s just a quick shower.”

  Her expression was dubious. “That’s what you said last time.”

  I grinned remembering just how that shower had gone. I’d made sure she was plenty clean…after dirtying her up and giving her two orgasms first.

  “Be back soon,” I murmured to Molly, placing a kiss on her temple before leaving her at the entrance to the kitchen.

  Fox was sitting behind his desk when I arrived at his office. He was talking with Whiskey who sat in a chair on the other side, and Deviant, Hawk, and Racer—three of our enforcers—and our officer, Midnight, sprawled in seats that surrounded a round wooden table in the right corner of the room.

  We had a lot of meetings in this space, so it was large and also included a bar and lounge area with a couple of sofas. My office was connected with a door on the same wall as the table and looked very similar.

  “Please tell me I get to kill someone today,” I growled as I stalked into the room. I needed to take out my frustration at being pulled away from Molly again, and this punk seemed like the perfect target. Nobody messed with my woman.

  Fox frowned. “I get your anger and need for revenge, but the little shit hasn’t threatened Molly, so you’ll probably have to settle for putting him in the hospital.”

  I shrugged, not happy with that option but settling for it. “Who is he?”

  “Fritz Beals. Molly’s first appointment the day you brought her to the shop,” Whiskey answered. “He paid cash for the shit he sent her. But when word got around that we were looking, the florist told her man her suspicions, who brought them to Racer at the track.”

  “She sent him with her security tapes, and Whiskey recognized him,” Fox added. “The fucker used a fake name for his appointment, but Hawk did some digging. Turns out, this isn’t his first obsession.”

  “How the fuck did he get anywhere near my woman?” I bellowed at Whiskey, clenching my fists at my sides. I was still pissed as fuck at him for not telling me about the stalker in the first place.

  “We can’t run a background check on every customer, Mav,” he grumbled, looking more irritated than usual.

  “Why the fuck—”

  “Uh, prez? Sorry to interrupt, but…”

  We all turned our heads to see Jake standing in the doorway, looking nervous.

  “Spit it out, prospect,” Midnight growled, glaring at the prospect. One of the officer’s jobs was to monitor prospects and their progress, so Jake paled at Midnight’s gruff tone.

  “There’s a situation out front…some chick just drove up to the gate and is demanding to see Mav’s woman.”

  My brow furrowed. The only women who even knew Molly was here were her mom and sister. I didn’t think her mom would go around her old man like that, so it had to be Dahlia.

  “Let her in,” I sighed, then looked at the prez and jerked my chin at the door. “I’ll take care of it. Then we go have a chat with the motherfucker stalking my woman.”

  He nodded. “Get her the fuck out of here, Mav,” he grunted. “Don’t need any more shit piled on top of the situation with Mac.”

  I pivoted and stomped out of the office, entering the lounge just as Molly came running out of the kitchen, heading straight for the front door.

  “Molly!” I shouted as I quickly followed her. She should know better than to run into an unknown situation. I was gonna put her over my knee and spank her ass later.

  “It’s just Dahlia,” she called, throwing me a grin over her shoulder before disappearing outside.

  “Fuck,” I muttered.

  The other redhead from Silver Ink was exiting a silver Mustang convertible, her anxious gaze seeking out her sister.

  Molly slowed down as she approached Dahlia, probably due to her anxious expression.

  “I can’t stay,” Dahlia said when Molly was a few feet away. “Dad is on his way here.”

  Molly sighed when she reached her sister and pulled her in for a hug. “I appreciate the warning, Dahls, but I already knew he was on his way. You shouldn’t have come. Dad’s gonna lock you in a freaking tower if he finds you here.”

 

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