Silver Saints MC Vol 3 Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
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“Now or never, Cherry.” She swallowed hard, then squared her shoulders and took my hand.

I winked and pulled her closer to me. Someone tossed Breaker an extra helmet, and he handed it to me. I placed it on Cherry’s head and secured it, then I reluctantly let her go and swung my leg over the seat so I was straddling my hog. “Hop on.” Breaker took her hand to help her, and I almost snarled at him to get his fucking hands off my woman, but I didn’t want to scare Erin when she’d finally agreed to leave with me.

Dash rode up and idled in front of a few Devil’s Jesters bikes. He leaned over to look at something and then laughed as he righted himself again. “Did Dom proud, Patriot.”

I grinned and backed my bike out of the parking spot. “Hold on tight, baby,” I yelled over the roar of my engine. Her hands were hesitant as they circled my chest, but her hesitation faded a second later. She scooted forward, plastering her body against my back and locking her arms around my waist. I stifled a groan at the feel of her thighs cradling my ass. It would’ve been so easy to turn around and drop her onto my steel cock. The image of her riding me hard filled my head, her small, perfect tits bouncing while her pussy squeezed the fuck out of my dick. I vowed right then to make that happen one of these days.

Reluctantly, I pushed the fantasy from my mind. It would be a very painful ride if I didn’t calm the hell down. My boys were waiting for a sign, so I swirled my finger in the air to indicate they should round up—get in position. Then I twisted the throttle and headed out onto the open road. Once Dash signaled that he’d take up the rear and everyone was accounted for, I lost myself to the ride.

With Cherry glued to my body, the wind blowing around me, and the familiar rumble of my engine, it was the best ride I’d ever experienced. It amazed me how much more I enjoyed it with my woman behind me.

Cherry was a fucking trooper. She didn't make a peep on the long trip home, even when I checked to see if she needed a break. Her arms tightened, and she shook her head before resting it against my back.

We rode up to the entrance to the Silver Saints compound just as the sun was setting. Dax, our sergeant at arms, was manning the gate. He didn’t immediately open it, so I slowed to a stop when I reached him. His eyes strayed to the woman on my bike and back to my face, but his thoughts were unreadable. “Prez wants to see you first thing.”

I figured, so I nodded in acknowledgment, and Dax went to the security booth to open the gate. There was a lot on the left side of the clubhouse, just beyond the garage doors that led to our shop. I brought my motorcycle to a halt in an open spot and kicked down the stand. After shutting off the engine, I grinned when I had to pry Cherry’s arms from around me. After a second, she seemed to realize what I was doing and dropped her hands to her sides.

Carefully, I dismounted first, then turned and grasped her waist to lift her off the bike. I continued to hold her, suspecting she wouldn’t be able to stand on her own yet. She grabbed my biceps and tried to find her balance, her expression a little shell-shocked. I cocked my head to the side and followed a hunch. “You ever been on the back of a hog, Cherry?”

Her cheeks bloomed with pink, making her freckles stand out and my cock swell. “Um, no.”

“Five years living in a club, and you never once went for a ride?”

She cleared her throat and looked at the ground. “I was afraid they’d expect a...different kind of ride. And I tried to stay away from the guys as much as possible.”

A rush of pleasure flooded my body when she admitted that I’d been her first ride. And it didn’t hurt to hear that she hadn’t been interested in any other men.

I put a finger under her chin and lifted her face up. “I’m honored that I popped your motorcycle cherry, too,” I drawled with a wink.

Her nose scrunched up adorably, and her green eyes filled with the flame I’d seen earlier. “Just because I agreed to come with you doesn’t mean I’m going to fall into bed with you.”

Knowing where she’d be sleeping, I smirked. “We’ll see.”

She huffed but couldn’t quite hide her interest in the idea. I loved that she was so honest in her emotions and reactions, and that she wore them so plainly on her face.


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