Chapter 19 Saint
SAINT
I wake, nude, with Wren’s naked form cuddled into mine. It’s peaceful, warm, and something I never thought I’d have again. This level of intimacy. It’s almost too much until she turns and smiles up at me.
I’m fucked.
“How do you feel?” My voice is a grumble.
“Mmm. Sore. Good.” She hums and nuzzles my chest, hand wandering down.
Wren’s hand closes around my cock, growing hard so quickly I’d swear I was twenty years younger.
My grunt is all the verification she needs because her hand strokes, thumb grazing over my slit, fingers squeezing.
“You’re trouble.”
“I’m aware.” Her lazy pace winds me up more than if she got right down to business. By the time I’m twitching in her hand, I’ve decided that I need more.
When I reach for her, she giggles, nearly squealing, but she lets me drag her over me.
Her full hips, thighs, ass, they’re perfect as the weight of her hips comes down on mine. I lift into her, rubbing us together.
Fuck, she’s wet already, her arousal spreading over my shaft. She feels so good. Nothing like the handful of women I’d slept with since my wife—my first wife—none of them were able to reach through my numbness.
But Wren…
She stirred something inside me the moment our eyes met. Now, she’s my wife. She’s letting me touch her, kiss her, fuck her.
Her hips roll and lifts enough to notch the head of my cock at her entrance. In one slow move, she takes the first half of my length before she stalls. A small moan drops from her mouth before she lifts and lowers, taking more of me.
So tight.
So good.
I could spend all day right here. Under her. Over her. Inside her.
Another thrust has her wiggling, bottoming out and grinding us together. My grip tightens on her hips. Plump and soft, I love the way she feels in my hands. The way she feels against me.
She contracts around me and pushes herself up right, bracing her hands on my chest. Hips rolling, she pumps herself over me. Pleasure softens her features, but everything in me coils. I’ve never struggled to take my time, but maybe it’s her.
How she feels.
I help her move over me, lifting to pump into her as we both swing her down to meet me. Each thrust jars a moan from her, and it’s fucking sexy.
My cock curves harder, and I reach between us, thumbing her clit in a steady rhythm.
Wren contorts as pleasure drives through her, and she’s strangling my cock as she comes—mouth open in an O, her arms wavering between us, nipples pebbling hard.
I can’t resist. I launch up and trap one between my teeth, sucking and lashing at it with my tongue as I roll her under me.
Her cry sinks her nails into my shoulders, holding on as I take over, pumping into her swiftly. Every muscle shakes as she takes me. She whimpers when I find her G-spot again. Her grip on my cock shifting, threatening to take me with her.
The sudden need to mark her as mine tears through me, the idea that I could keep her. That she might want to stay…
That I might need to give her a reason…
My pleasure spikes, and I’m a goner, pulsing with her as I brand her with my seed.
When my thoughts return to normal, I’m still reluctant to detach from her.
A slow kiss draws her to touch me, tracing her hands up my sides, between my shoulder blades.
The pinch of her nails has me pulling her even closer.
“I’ve finally figured out how to keep you from running away first thing in the morning.”
I smile into her neck. Nip her gently.
Then, I retreat, lifting her to her feet and slapping her nice, round bottom.
“I should have kept my mouth shut apparently,” she whines softly.
“Go take a shower.”
“Are you coming with me?” She gives me an innocent blink that I believe until her smirk curls her mouth.
“Fucking tempting, wife. I’m going to take care of some business and bring back breakfast, so take your time. Your sore muscles will need it.”
I like the way she looks at me as my words sink in. If I let myself, I’m going to find myself in deep trouble. Backing away, I offer her a small, sultry smile, and go to do as I said. Confirming current business, looking over new plans, new evidence.
I prefer to go through it in stages, it allows me to process information in pieces.
After, I collect breakfast plates from the kitchen, feeling domestic. What has this woman done to me?
Before I make it back to the stairs, the revving of motorcycles outside sends a zap of warning down my spine. The accompanying hollering has me setting the plates on the bar and stepping toward the front door.
“Saint,” a man calls. Not one of mine. “Saint. Come out and talk business with me.”
I palm my gun as I take the exit and step out to the soft morning light. It’s prettier than the previous, the bright pink on the horizon starting to fade. But the group of twelve red bikes in my yard pulls at my frown.
“Ah, there’s your fearless leader.” The head of a rival motorcycle club—Julio—smiles at me, showing off the two gold teeth on the left side of his mouth. He’s younger than me, but only by a decade. I know better than to consider that an advantage for either of us.
I step closer as his men rev their engines. My men still, guns pointed at each of them, waiting for a flinch to pull the trigger.
“Why are you here, Julio?” My men part for me as I approach.
“Heard you captured a princess.” His smarmy smile raises my temperature. His men’s laughter doesn’t help my wavering calm.
“What business is it of yours?”
The other man shrugs, looking nonplussed, but the rigidity in his stance tells me otherwise. “Been bringing people into our territory. Disrupting jobs. Sending Knox on a rampage. I’m not so appreciative of that.”
“Part of doing business.”
His head tips to the side. “Maybe. Or maybe she’s more trouble than she’s worth.”
My grip tightens on my gun. One more comment about my wife, and he’d have a bullet in his head, and we’d be in an all out war. Julio laughs at the way I glare at him.
“Must be one pretty little thing to have you so uptight about it.”
He might be right. Julio and I might be rivals, but we’ve always been respectful. As much as our business allows.
Then, his eyes flash to something behind me, and his smile becomes downright lecherous. “I see I was right.”
Our gazes meet for a long second before I step aside and find Wren standing at the door.
Those long, curvy legs on display, my vest engulfing her torso, red locks wet and clinging to her neck.
It’s her eyes though, bright and intelligent and a bit too innocent for her own good that sends Julio’s men into hoots and hollers.
Her gaze narrows at them, frown almost a scowl.
“Back inside.”
Wren shoots her attention to me and lifts her chin. Didn’t we just have a conversation about this? My jaw clenches with the want to yell at her to get back to safety.
But she listens. It takes her longer than it should, but she slips back inside. I don’t wait to see her hover in the window, but she’s there. I have no doubt about that.
“Pretty and soft, too. Bet it’s a pleasure to break her in.”
Facing Julio again, that smug smile makes my carefully restrained rage bubble to the surface. My gun points at his face. “If you say one more word about my wife, you’re dead.”
He puts his hands up in mock surrender. “That’s going to make it really hard to tell you what I came here for.”
My finger is on the trigger, and I’m more than ready to pull it. “Tread carefully.”
“Got a big bounty out for your woman, Saint. Bigger than any we’ve had before, and they don’t much care what condition they get her in.” His hands are still up to placate me, but his eyes have gone hard and serious.
My men’s guns shift to aim at him, and the man doesn’t so much as flinch.
“If someone put a hit like that out on my old lady, I’d burn the world down before I let them get close. Thought I’d do the courtesy of letting you know. And just because it’s not something I would approve of for my men, doesn’t mean there aren’t any out there who wouldn’t jump at the chance.”
Julio nods to his crew, and their revving engines have the added bonus of their bikes retreating, then disappearing down the road.
A hit. They’ve graduated to putting a wide bounty on Wren. One that didn’t protect her in the least. If all they needed was her breathing…
My rage turns cold at what someone would do to her if they got their hands on her—all the things that would kill her inside but leave her breathing.
I storm back inside, finding Wren at the window and trapping her against it before I can think better of it.
Those pretty eyes go wide, and her hands meet my chest. Thank god, she doesn’t push me away. I’m not sure how I’d react to that right now.
We stare at each other for long moments before I come to the only conclusion I can. “I need to send you somewhere safe.”
Hurt flashes in her eyes, and she pulls back, wrapping her arms around herself when they should be touching me.
That makes me fume even harder.
“I don’t want to hide somewhere else.”
“You might not have a choice.”
She blinks a few times. Fast, face turning away from me until I grab her chin and force to meet my gaze again.
And there are…tears in her eyes.
Fuck, it breaks my heart.
“I can’t let anything happen to you. I won’t survive it.” It’s as much a declaration of my feelings as anything else. And I know my men hear it.
We shouldn’t be having this talk here, but I’m done trying to pretend she’s not my wife in every way that matters.
“How can I be safe when I’m not with you?”
Agony. Complete and utter agony slams into my chest because I know that’s true. But I also can’t be the reason harm comes to her.
I cup the back of her head and pull her into my body. She doesn’t resist me, and for that I’ll thank god every day.