Dax: Silver Saints MC by Davenport, Fiona (popular books of all time .TXT) 📕

and headed out to my ride. I brought the saddlebags in as well as a duffel I’d stowed in my truck, before moving my bike into the small garage I was parked in front of.

Then I went inside and dug out Arya’s cell phone. I sent Nova a quick text from her informing him that she was with friends for a couple of weeks and they would be out of cell service. Then I disabled the GPS and shut her phone off before stowing it in a pocket of the duffel bag. Taking it upstairs, I tossed it onto a chair by the doors to a balcony. I threw the shirts and a couple of pairs of jeans into the drawers of a dresser along with Arya’s clothes. I hadn’t worried about her bringing more than an outfit for the ride home because she would be spending most of her time here naked. And when she needed clothes, she could wear one of my shirts.

I took one of said shirts to the bathroom door, which was cracked enough for me to hear the soft laps of the water against her naked body. I closed my eyes for a moment, then shook my lust off and quickly stalked inside to toss the item of clothing onto the bathroom sink without peeking at the bathtub. “Here’s something to wear, baby,” I told her as I hurried back out and down the stairs before I changed my mind.

Dinner was almost ready when I heard the soft smack of bare feet on the hardwood floors. I glanced at the door just as Arya padded inside looking fresh and adorable with her pink cheeks as she twisted the fabric of her borrowed shirt—which fit her more like a dress.

She looked fucking amazing in my clothes, and if it didn’t mean I’d have to blind every man in the world, I’d demand that be all she wore from then on.

“Hey, baby,” I said softly, gesturing for her to come to me while I stirred a pot on the stove. She hurried over and tucked herself under my arm. Arya wasn’t short, more average height, but I was a big guy, so she still seemed small and fragile next to me. It brought out my protective instincts even more, and I had a feeling I was going to spend the rest of my life being a possessive asshole when it came to my soon-to-be wife.

“Are you hungry?”

She giggled, and I glanced down to see her smirking up at me. A smile spread across my face in response. “For food?” she sassed.

I laughed and kissed her forehead. “Yeah, baby. For food. But”—my voice lowered, and my expression conveyed promise—“I promise to sate your other hunger later. Eventually, I’m gonna fill that sassy mouth with my cock.”

Arya’s whole face flushed red, but she licked her lips, and her curious eyes dropped to stare at my groin. Fuck. This girl. She was going to be the death of me.

“Go sit at the table, baby,” I urged with a gentle pat on her ass.

Dinner was excruciating. A true test of my control.

Each bite, the slide of the fork from between her plump lips, her little moans when something tasted particularly good...all of it was slowly killing me.

When the last bite was gone, I sighed in relief and snatched up our plates—mine still mostly full because I couldn’t eat when everything she did was basically another form of foreplay—and put them in the sink.

Then I picked her up fireman style and jogged upstairs where I tossed her on the bed. She laughed as she bounced twice, then settled in the center. My eyes swept over her from head to toe, then I gritted out, “My turn to eat.”

6

Arya

My panties practically melted off my body at the sensual promise in Dax’s tone. I might’ve been innocent, but there was no mistaking his meaning. He’d barely touched his dinner because he’d been hungry for something else—me. “Oh, wow.”

“You like the sound of that, baby?” He pressed one knee onto the mattress and reached out to wrap his fingers around my wrist. Tugging me to the edge of the bed, he gripped the back of my neck and tilted my head up.

His eyes flared with lust when my tongue swept out to wet my bottom lip. “Uh-huh.”

“You’re gonna love the feel of my mouth on your tight pussy even more.” He slanted his mouth over mine and swallowed my gasp. He took advantage of my parted lips, his tongue sweeping inside to take the kiss deep. I twined my arms around his neck and pressed close. A shock of sensation swept through my body as my pebbled nipples brushed against his broad chest with only the thin shirt he’d given me to wear and the soft material stretched over his muscles separating us.

His hand slid up to fist my hair, holding me right where he wanted while his mouth continued to plunder mine. I loved how he took control of my body, showing me what he wanted so I didn’t need to worry about doing something wrong because of my inexperience. Everything with Dax felt right. All I needed to do was follow his lead and soak up all the pleasure he gave me.

By the time he lifted his head, I was beyond ready for what came next. My body trembled, and a tiny whimper escaped my lips. His thumb stroked across my cheek, and he murmured, “Easy, baby. I’ve got you.”

I looked up at him trustingly as he gently pushed on my shoulders until my back was pressed against the mattress. Gripping my hips, he pulled until my butt was right at the edge of the mattress. Then he tugged the shirt I was wearing higher, exposing my bare stomach and breasts to his hungry gaze. Goose bumps broke out on my skin as he glided his fingertips over my belly button and all the way up through the valley between my breasts.