Nova: Silver Saints MC by Fiona Davenport (short books to read TXT) 📕

“More! Oh, Nova...oh, yes! Yes!”

Rylee’s cries escalated. I was relieved as hell that she was almost there because the pressure had turned to a tingling sensation, and I didn’t have the strength to hold back any longer. I took a deep pull on her skin and pinched her nipples while I sped up so I was fucking her little clit fast and hard.

I shouted as my climax burst through my body, and it mixed with Rylee’s scream as she exploded a half second later. My jizz shot out of my cock, making a slippery mess between us. But it just turned me on even more knowing I was rubbing come into her skin so she’d be wearing me, smelling like me, claimed by me.

Eventually, our heart rates and breathing returned to a relatively normal pace. I yawned, feeling exhausted as the last day or so caught up with me. Rylee looked dazed and blissfully satisfied, but I knew she was still tired from the circles under her eyes.

I rapidly discarded the rest of our clothing and turned her on her side so I could wrap my body around her. Feeling lazy and content, I smiled at the thought of waking up with this sexy goddess in my arms before falling asleep.

When I woke up alone several hours later, my first instinct was fear. I was afraid her stepfather or the mob had gotten to her or that she’d left me. But my brothers wouldn’t let any of those things happen, so it quickly passed, replaced by anger. I glared at the empty spot on the bed as my temper flared. My cut was on the floor with my shirt, which made me even more furious, despite the fact that I hadn’t told her she needed to wear it at all times whenever she left our room.

I jumped out of bed, dragged on my jeans—zipping them up but not bothering with the button—and snatched my cut from the floor before stomping to the door.

When I found my angel, I was going to chain her to the bed and spank her pretty little ass until she promised never to run out on me again.

8 Rylee

After the nap I took on the ride to the Silver Saints compound, I should’ve been wide-awake for hours. But apparently, mind-blowing orgasms were the perfect cure for insomnia because I crashed hard. When I’d finally woken up, the sun was already streaming through the blinds. Nova had been wrapped around me with his arm flung over my chest, his hand cupping one of my breasts. My cheek rested on his other bicep, and his breath was warm against the back of my neck.

We were both completely naked, and Nova’s hard length was nestled between my butt cheeks. I pushed back against him, stilling when he let out a low moan and his dick twitched. My nipple pebbled against his palm, and there was an ache deep in my core. My need for him had grown overnight to the point where I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to resist him if he woke up while we were still in bed together. Before I did something impulsive—like roll over to explore Nova’s sexy body—I slowly slid out from under his arm and crawled off the mattress.

Bending low, I grabbed my duffel from the floor and crept into the bathroom. The way Nova had come on my body had been incredibly hot, but I was a sticky mess since we hadn’t bothered to clean up before we’d fallen asleep last night. I softly shut the door behind me and flipped on the light, laughing softly as I took in how masculine the room was with its navy blue towels, shaving stuff and bar of soap next to the sink, toothbrush and paste tossed onto a corner of the counter, and body wash and shampoo without any sign of conditioner in the shower. At least it didn’t look as though I needed to clean everything before I could get washed up.

I dropped my bag on the floor, unzipping it to pull out a change of clothes and my toiletries. Then I took the quickest shower ever and rushed through my morning routine as quietly as possible. I was in and out of the bathroom in about ten minutes, sighing in relief when I saw that Nova was still asleep. After what had happened between us last night, I wasn’t quite ready to face him yet. I needed more time to rebuild my defenses so I didn’t climb him like a tree.

With all the crap my stepdad had put me through, I had serious doubts about jumping into a relationship with anyone. Especially a guy who’d carried me off like a prisoner to his room, even if he’d given me orgasms to make up for it. I’d had more than enough of being under my stepdad’s thumb, especially since he took his attempts to control me into overdrive over the past couple of weeks. I wasn’t willing to put up with being controlled under the guise of protection. Not even by Nova.

Tiptoeing past him—after tearing my gaze from the vision of his tight, bare butt since he’d kicked the sheet off while I’d been in the bathroom—I very carefully twisted the doorknob and inched open the door. As I was squeezing through the small opening, Nova mumbled something under his breath and rolled over. I made the mistake of looking over my shoulder, practically drooling over the massive hard-on resting against his belly. My inner walls clenched as I wondered what it would feel like to have an orgasm with him inside me. It took every ounce of my willpower to step all the way into the hall and shut the door behind me.

“Oh my gosh,” I breathed, letting my head hang low as I squeezed my eyes shut. I counted to ten to help pull myself