Chapter 5
During the whole ride to the clubhouse, I kept coming up with reasons I should turn the fuck around and take this sweet thing home. What was I supposed to do with an innocent girl like her? Other than fuck her, I silently muttered to my aching cock.
I was jaded, an asshole most of the time, and when she found out what I did for a living, she would most likely run for the hills anyway.
But with her soft body pressed into the back of mine, her arms wrapped around my chest, and her thighs plastered to my legs…I came up with just as many reasons to keep her. She needed someone to protect her, especially being so trusting while working for scum like Timkins. Besides, I needed to make sure she kept her mouth shut…and there were plenty of ways to accomplish that.
Then there was the fact that she was the first woman to tempt me in the slightest in longer than I could remember. And I didn’t just want her…I craved her. Even with the wind whipping around us, her smell filled my lungs, intensifying my hunger to taste her.
As the compound came into view, my thoughts shifted to the club. Prez would be so fucking pissed. I’d just kidnapped someone for a flimsy reason, even if she’d been willing to get on my bike because she didn’t realize she wouldn’t be leaving the clubhouse anytime soon. And taking her was bound to be a big deal since she worked for the judge. If it ever got out that she’d been taken by a Silver Saint, it could cost the club in reputation and revenue. I tried to focus on that, telling myself I’d just make sure she stayed quiet and then take her home. Mac would still be pissed, but he’d get over it.
Except…I already knew I wasn’t going to give her up.
I slowed my bike as I neared the guard shack at the entrance. Cash was on duty, and he raised an eyebrow when he spotted my passenger. “Talked to Grey,” he drawled as we came to a stop. I’d turned off my earpiece when I confronted Oakley, then only turned it back on to tell him I was out and on my way home. “Didn’t mention that you took a hostage. Mac know you brought her here?”
I gave him a stony stare that was all the confirmation he needed. Then he opened his mouth with a spark in his eye that told me he was about to make some smart-ass remark that I would normally ignore, but in my current state, I’d probably slam my fist into his face.
“Don’t,” I growled.
He must have picked up on my mood, because he just smiled and gave us a jaunty salute before opening the gate. The drive to the clubhouse from the gate was only a few minutes, but by the time I parked in one of the spots out front, I’d stopped wavering, and came to a definite decision.
After kicking the stand down, I shut off the engine and pocketed the key in my leather pants. I’d given Oakley my jacket to wear and suppressed a smile at how adorable she looked swimming in it. Gently, I unbuckled the helmet on her head and lifted the visor so I could take her glasses off her face. Then I removed the helmet, letting all of her silky, dark brown hair fall around her shoulders, before brushing her bangs away and setting the spectacles back on her pert little nose.
I’d never considered glasses sexy, but on Oakley, they were hot as fuck. Everything about her was a turn-on. She was around a half a foot shorter than me, with a waiflike body shape that reminded me of a fairy. Her beauty was understated, so I imagined that not a lot of people recognized how absolutely drop-dead gorgeous she was. Which was fine with me. I didn’t think she’d appreciate it if I was constantly gouging out the eyes of men who looked at her a little too long.
Oakley was quiet as I helped her off the bike, her deep brown eyes studying me as if I were a puzzle she hadn’t yet worked out. I knew she was curious about what was going on, but she waited patiently rather than pestering me about it.
“Let’s go inside, and we can talk.”
“Okay.” I put my hand at the small of her back and urged her toward the front door. It gave me a stellar view of her legs and ass in the legging-things she was wearing. I would definitely have to put my foot down on her wearing those anywhere but our bedroom, and eventually, our house.
My dick was painfully hard, so I peeled my eyes off her assets as we walked up to the door. She turned slightly, glancing around, and something in her expression and the sharp intelligence in her eyes told me that she didn’t miss much.
“This place is impressive,” she told me quietly. “It’s nothing like I pictured for a motorcycle club.”
I nodded and urged her to step inside with a little pressure at her back. “Depending on where you got your information, it was most likely inaccurate or based on clubs that are very different from the Silver Saints.”
“So it would seem,” she replied as she took in the large front room on her right, with couches, tables, and a bar. The wall on our left was covered with photos from races and events dating from this year to back to when the club was founded.
A few of my brothers were lounging around, and a couple of old ladies were sitting at the bar with Cat standing behind it. Everyone’s eyes were on us, and I glared at them as I slipped my arm around Oakley, pulling her against my side.
I was a little surprised when she melted into me, but I took it as a sign that she was feeling this thing between us as much as I was.
Heavy footfalls came from down a hallway a few feet ahead of us, and I braced myself when the prez stomped around the corner. He scanned the room, then his eyes landed on me, and I gulped at the fury in them. I was not easily intimidated, but Mac was president of the club for many reasons, including being a scary motherfucker who didn’t take shit from anyone. He was softer with the women and children, and he ruled with fairness, but he didn’t tolerate being disobeyed, and he wouldn’t hesitate to punish a brother with a bullet between the eyes if they disrespected the club.
Lucky for me—sort of—he hadn’t given me an order not to snatch Oakley and bring her to the compound. However, his rage was still justifiable because the repercussions could be really bad. Still, I wasn’t going to give her up, and if that meant handing over my cut and patch, then so be it.
Mac pointed at me. “You. Office.” Then he looked at the bar and used three fingers to beckon Cat over. Although he gave her an order, his voice was slightly gentler. “Take—” He frowned and looked at me.
“Oakley.”
“Take Oakley to the kitchen and feed her. Then you can put her in—”
“She’ll stay with me,” I interrupted firmly.
Mac’s eyes narrowed, practically burning through me when he growled, “We’ll discuss it.”
“I want to stay with Doc,” Oakley piped up.
I pressed my hand over her mouth and nodded out of respect for my president, but I knew he could see by the stubborn expression on my face that I wasn’t going to budge.
After staring me down for a few seconds, he growled and turned back to Cat. “After she eats, you can put her in Doc’s room. For now.” He stressed the last two words with a meaningful glance at me.
Cat murmured her agreement and smiled warmly at Oakley. She jerked her head toward the other side of the room where the entrance to the kitchen was. “Come on, kid.”
Oakley’s eyes raised to mine, not with fear, but more like she was making sure it was okay for her to leave. I wanted to laugh because it was adorable that she thought she could protect me. Especially when I already knew that she had the ability to shatter my heart.
“Maybe I shouldn’t leave you with—”
Cutting her off, I curled my arm in and brought Oakley around so her front was plastered to mine. Then I plunged my free hand into the back of her hair and fisted the soft strands, holding her head at just the right angle. My lips sealed over hers, and I was bombarded by a torrent of sensations I hadn’t been ready for.
My tongue traced the seam of her lips, and they parted for me. I groaned when her cinnamon and vanilla taste burst in my mouth. I couldn’t think of anything except…more. I wanted to feel her heated skin sliding against mine, taste her pussy to see if it was as sweet as her mouth, feel her tight channel squeezing the fuck out of my cock.
I was seconds away from sweeping her into my arms and marching into my room when our moment was smashed to bits.
“Doc!” Mac snapped. “Get your ass in my office before I rip off your balls and assign you to pick up every bullet casing in the woods behind the range. Then I’ll decide whether or not to make you swallow one.”
Oakley gasped. “That was rude,” she muttered. I swallowed my laughter because Mac looked like he wasn’t sure whether to strangle her or burst out laughing as well.
Instead, I turned a gentle smile her way. I couldn’t tell her Mac was kidding because he would absolutely do what he said. So I just kissed the tip of her nose and gave her a soft pat on the ass. “Go with Cat, baby. I’ll see you in a bit. And don’t wander alone.” I grabbed her chin and stared into her eyes so she understood I was serious. “Do not ever roam around the clubhouse unescorted by me, Cat, or one of the other old ladies. Is that clear?”
“Okay,” she agreed with a pout. I kissed her hard and fast, then handed her off to Cat.
Mac didn’t wait for me to make sure Oakley was all right. He grabbed the back of my cut and hauled me down the hallway to his office.
Picking my battles, I didn’t fight him. When we were inside, he let me go and stomped around his desk to drop onto his chair.
“Shut the door and then explain to me what the fuck you were thinking by kidnapping a girl and bringing her to the compound.”
I kicked it shut and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the large, wooden desk.
Quickly, I gave him a run down of the entire evening.
“Do you realize the shitstorm you may have brought down on the club, Lawson?” Calling me by my last name rather than my road name was not a good sign. “You kidnapped the intern of a county judge. At best, he’ll just be tipped off that someone is fucking with him. Worst case, someone finds out it was you, and not only will the mob be coming after you, you’ll tarnish our reputation.”
“Didn’t you kidnap your old lady?” I asked nonchalantly, willing to tug on any thread that might bring him around to see my side of things.
“That’s different,” he gruffed. “She came willingly, and I did it in retaliation for a crime committed against the club.”
“You don’t consider what Timkins did to Rom a crime against the club?”
Mac mulled that over for a minute, and I was pretty sure I was making some progress toward keeping my balls and patch.
“I didn’t force Oakley onto my bike.”
Mac considered that, but he wasn’t completely convinced.
“Bridget was mine.”
“Exactly.”
His brow rose, and he studied me carefully. “You’re claiming her?”
“Fuck yeah, I am.”
Watching me carefully, he rubbed a hand over his salt-and-pepper beard, then sighed. “What are you going to do with her?”
“Keep her.”
Mac snorted. “Good luck with that.”
I grinned. Oakley definitely had a feisty side, but from the way she reacted to my touch, I didn’t think I’d have any problem convincing her to stay with me. After enough orgasms, she’d eventually fall for me, too. A thought popped in my head, and I was surprised that it didn’t freak me out.
Knocking her up would certainly help convince her to say.