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Saint

A whirlwind of emotions dance across her face as she processes the news. First, there’s shock. Her eyes widen as she tries to grasp the reality of what I just told her. Then I notice the flicker of doubt creep in like a shadow passing over her features. I can almost hear her thoughts racing through her mind, the stories she’s heard swirling around. Most of which are true.

The Steel Rebels have a reputation that is hard to ignore. Almost everything she’s heard about us is likely true. It wouldn’t be so easy to lie to her and claim that we’re just a group of harmless men who love riding after everything that has happened over the years. Things changed when I became president three years ago, and I took a much more peaceful approach to things compared to the last president, who happened to be my father. It took a lot of work to reform the club, and my cousin Priest, who’d taken over our sister club, the Steel Order, from his father—my uncle—helped me a lot. But it’s not exactly easy controlling a bunch of grown men who for the most part act like feral dogs with a knack for stirring shit up.

But I don’t want Jade to see me as the person she’s probably heard about in the news.

I can be a heartless motherfucker to the entire world, but to her, I will be whatever the she needs me to be.

Jade’s brows furrow slightly, and I can feel the tension grow between us. It’s almost she’s battling with herself with one part wanting to trust the me, and the other, well, I can’t blame her for being scared.

“I am more dangerous than any of those men looking for you.” That much is true. “But I am no danger to you, Jade. I will stand between you and anyone who dares come close.”

“But you’re the Saint!” Jade takes a step back, and I fight the urge to reach out and keep her close to me, but fuck, I can’t afford to scare her. “I’ve heard so much. God…your name is everywhere. On the streets, in the news… How did I not make the connection?”

“Precious—”

“You are linked to the disappearances of so many people, but you were never arrested because they could never get anything to stick.” She laughs, the sound coming out is as dry as sawdust. “I remember watching the news and thinking how contradictory it was that a man called Saint could be so heartless.”

“I’ve never hurt anyone that didn’t deserve it.”

“You are not even going to deny it, are you?” she gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. “You really did it, everything you’ve been accused of.”

She’s more or less right, and I don’t bother denying her claims. There is a very clear status quo in this city, and we’re at the top of the food chain. Anyone who attempts to upset that balance is used as an example, and for the most part, as the president, I am burdened with the responsibility of it. Something that has never quite bothered me…until today.

“Jade—”

“Please tell me I’m wrong.”

It’s tempting. So fucking tempting to lie to her, if only to erase the fear in her eyes, and then we can move on from this, but for some fucking reason, I can’t bring myself to lie to her. I can’t tell her that I didn’t do any of those things I have been accused of.

I can’t lie to her.

Not if I want forever with this girl, who at some point in the last twenty-four hours, shattered all the walls I had erected around me.

I take a step forward, and she takes one back, nearly shattering me with the move, but I am determined to assure her that I am nothing like the men looking for her. More dangerous, sure, but not to her. Never to her!

“I have been in the Steel Rebels MC my whole life,” I tell her, fighting the need to close the distance between us. “My father was a hot-tempered asshole who ran the club with an iron fist and a cruel heart. I never had a chance to become anything else, and when he died, I took over.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I want you to know me, all of me, not the exaggerated bits you’ve picked up.”

“It doesn’t matter—”

This time I do move, closing the distance between us and grabbing her wrists before yanking her against me. “It matters to me what you think of me, Jade. I won’t pretend that I was an innocent man before we met, but something changed the moment I saw you. So fucking beautiful in that tiny black dress and eyes so wide and breathtaking. In that moment, I knew you were going to be mine, and I felt it even stronger when our eyes locked for the first time.” Her breath hitches, but she makes no move to break my hold. “So that’s why I want you to the know the man you’re going to spend the rest of your life with. I need you to trust me, sweetheart. Trust that I will protect you from anything and anyone that tries to harm you.”

Those pretty eyes blink up at me, and she’s quiet for a long time before she slowly nods. “Knox is in the club too?”

“Knox joined as a prospect when we were in high school. My dad made me go through the same hazing every other prospect went through, and Knox and I became friends then. We both came from fucked up homes, and aside from my dad, the club was like a safe haven for us to be ourselves and talk about our passion for bikes.”

“And you made it.”

“I had to prove myself, slowly rising up through the ranks by doing whatever it took, whatever my dad told me I had to do.”

“That included hurting people?”

I shake my head, bringing her trembling fingers to my lips. “We have rules as a club, precious. We don’t hurt kids or innocent people going about their business. There are consequences for people who break those rules.”

“Last night…the man you were looking for at the club—”

“Deserves what is coming to him,” I grind out roughly, hating that I couldn’t really do much to him. My thoughts were on the girl I’d left asleep in my bed, and I couldn’t focus on taking care of Derrick Hardin, who is still cooling his heels at the clubhouse.

“What are you going to do to him?” she chokes out as horror dances into her expression. “Are you going to kill him?”

“No,” I hurry to say. The man is going to meet a fate far worse than death that will have him begging for its sweet embrace, but I don’t tell her that. Instead, I take her relieved sigh for a win, hoping to cut off further questions. “Don’t pay attention to whatever you hear out there. Believe when I say that I would never let anyone hurt you. Not even myself. I will protect you with my life, Jade. You belong to me. And that means you’re part of the Steel Rebels family. Any man in the MC would gladly give his life for yours now.”

Her head tips back, moss green eyes locking with mine. “It feels like I am a trouble magnet, inviting more chaos into my life with every passing minute, and I can’t seem to learn,” she whispers with shaky breath. “It scares me just how much I trust you after everything that’s happened.”

I bring out foreheads together. “You are the only woman that has ever come remotely close to stealing my heart.” A shudder runs through her body when I release her to trace my hand down her hips, pushing up the t-shirt to expose her naked thighs. Her lips part on a gasp when I drag my fingertips slowly up her thighs, moving up and squeezing her supple ass before sliding my hand between her legs and gently massaging her sex. “Maybe I need to show you, remind you just how much I need you here.”

“Saint, this… We need to talk some more,” she breathes, protesting my touch, but I watch as lust floods into those gorgeous moss green eyes. Her uneven exhales communicate that she needs this just as much as I do.

“We have all the time in the world to talk, but now, I need to be inside of you,” I rasp, leaning in and brushing my mouth over hers, pulling at her lower lip and urging her to return the kiss. “Need you more than I need my next breath.”

I watch as the fight dies in her and she surrenders to the need we share. “This is happening too fast, but God, I want you too.”

Our breaths mingle hotly between us before I slam my mouth down on hers, and this time, she returns the kiss with just as much need and desperation. I slide my free hand to her nape and grab a fistful of her luscious hair, tugging and tipping her head back as I devour her lips. I squeeze her ass with the other as I lose myself in her intoxicating scent, drowning in the sweet flavors on her tongue.

She’s a drug.

How else could I explain this obsessive feeling? The mad need I have only ever witnessed on a junkie in the street waiting for his next hit.

Fuck, she’s made me an addict, and I am high on her. I can’t get enough.

I don’t think I ever will get enough of her.

“Take me out,” I command against her lips, and her hands quickly drop to my pants. She fumbles as she tries to tug down the zipper before finally pulling it down. Her fingers are a little shaky as she slides them into my jeans and grabs my cock in her small hands. I’m hard as a rock. I’ve been hard from the second I walked into the house and spotted her standing there in nothing but my t-shirt.

“It’s so big,” she whispers, breaking the kiss to look down, and there is a look of amazement in her eyes. I groan loudly when she strokes my cock, brushing her finger over my leaking head.

“Fuck, baby, I won’t last long if you keep that up,” I say thickly, sliding my hand back between her legs and rubbing circles around her clit, feeling her pussy grow slicker with arousal. She whimpers, pushing up against my finger, and I give in, sliding the thick digit into her.

“Oh!” she hisses when I start pumping my finger in and out of her drenched hole. “Faster, Saint… Oh God!” Her hand tightens around my cock as she eagerly rides my finger, her moans drowning out the wet, sloppy sounds of her sex until I can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck!” I growl, pulling away my hand. She whines at the loss, but her eyes flare with need when I push her up against the wall and bring her thighs up around my waist before slamming my cock into her tight heat. She cries out, the sound echoing through the room. Jade wraps her arms around my shoulders, burying her face into my neck as I start jack hammering into her.

I should take it slow. It hasn’t been that long since we shared her first time, and I imagine she’s still sore. I know better than to take her hard and rough against the wall this soon, but then she starts clawing my shoulders and bouncing on my cock like a little succubus. She cries and whines into my ear, urging me on.

“Saint, oh God… Oh!”

My fingers dig into her ass, as I slam into her, pounding into her like a man possessed. “You’re a fucking drug, baby!” I growl, impaling her to the wall and slamming my hips faster and harder against hers, seeking to push her over the edge fast. There is no way I am going to last, not when she feels the way she does. She clings to me like I’m a lifeline, and I vow to do everything it takes to keep her by my side for the rest of our lives.

“Close,” Jade whimpers into my ear, digging her fingers into my shoulder as her thighs begin trembling around my waist. I bury my fingers into her ass, no doubt bruising her as I fuck her faster, my moves almost feral. A familiar tingle at the base of my spine signals a storm coming. “Saint!”

Jade tenses against me seconds before a shudder rolls through her body with a scream that nearly shatters the windows. Her pussy clenches hard around my cock, gripping me tight and setting off my own climax. I bury my face in her hair as a million stars explode behind my eyelids and an orgasm roars through me. I pump my cock faster into her, filling her with my hot spend. “Mine!” I roar, clutching her ass tightly as I grind against her.

Mine. Mine. Mine!

The word rolls around my in mind, filling every corner of it and making itself a permanent fixture. Jade goes slack against me, and I hold her in that position for a while, our harsh breathing the only sounds in the house. It takes several moments before either of us breaks the silence.

“I haven’t had breakfast yet,” she whispers into my shoulder.

“It’s past noon.”

“Then lunch it is,” she says, burying her face into my neck and inhaling deeply. She sighs before nuzzling my skin, and fuck if that doesn’t have my cock noticing. “Hm, you smell so good.”

“You have got to stop that if you want to make it to the kitchen.”

“Right,” she chuckles, wiggling out of my arms, and I slowly lower her back to her feet. I find myself hypnotized by those beautiful green eyes when they lock with mine. I should thank Derrick Hardin for this. If it wasn’t for him, I never would have visited the club or found Jade, and now I can’t imagine my life without her in it.

There will be no life without her.