Chapter 6

6

MOLLY

U ntil he showed up at Silver Ink yesterday morning, waking up wrapped in Maverick's arms wasn't something I expected to ever happen. I knew he felt the attraction between us when we first met, but I didn't think he would act on it because he didn't want any trouble with my dad. No one had ever been brave enough to fight for me.

I couldn't picture any of the Silver Saints waiting two weeks to make a move on the woman they wanted, so not hearing anything from him for that long had crushed any hope I'd had. But it all came rushing back when I realized he'd made an appointment for me to ink him—something I fully intended to do at some point.

Shifting in his hold, I traced my finger over the black ink on the arm around my waist. When he brushed his lips against my temple, I tilted my head back to look up at him. "I want to put my mark on you."

"Every bare inch of my skin is yours. Put your ink all over me, princess," he murmured.

I could tell from the quality of the artwork that his tattoos were important to him, which made the offer even more special. "I'd love that. Thank you."

"Just tell me when and which spot you want to start with."

I grinned up at him. "You have something specific in mind?"

"Nope." His scruff scraped against my shoulder as he pressed a kiss to the pulse point at the base of my neck. "Artist's choice for the first one."

"Really?" It was a rare thing for someone to trust me to ink them without any input on the design. So much so that Dahlia was the only person who'd gone in blind, back when I was first learning.

"Yup, you're talented as shit." He curled his arm to turn me so that I was sprawled against his chest. "And I trust you not to fuck me over with the design."

Grinning down at him, I traced my finger over a blank spot of skin on his shoulder. "So you don't want a No Regerts tattoo right here?"

"Keep it up, and you're gonna earn yourself a spanking." He shook his head with a deep chuckle, lightly swatting my butt.

I wiggled on top of him, pressing my thighs together at the tingle his words evoked. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

"It'd be one that'd leave you feeling the imprint of my hand for a few days." His phone chirped with a text notification just as my inner walls clenched at his warning. "Hold that thought, princess."

Reaching out to pluck his cell off the nightstand, he glanced at the screen with a groan.

"You gotta go?" I asked with a sigh.

"Yup, but hopefully it won't be long."

He claimed my mouth in a deep kiss that left me breathless. Then he climbed off the mattress and threw on some clothes. When he left the room, I grabbed my phone to call my sister.

Dahlia picked up in the middle of the first ring. "Took you long enough to check in. I was starting to think maybe it was wrong of me not to clue Dad in on what happened yesterday."

"It's only been a day, which is exactly what I promised," I pointed out.

"Yeah, but you know I've been dying of curiosity." She made a tsk-ing sound. "It's not every day that my sister is hauled over the shoulder of the Iron Rogues' VP and rides off on the back of his bike to who knows where."

Curling up against his pillow, I pulled the sheet higher. "He brought me to their territory."

"Damn," she breathed. "I should've guessed that since he looked pretty damn serious when he carried you out of Silver Ink."

"And I gave him my V-card last night," I confessed.

"Am I supposed to be surprised?" Dahlia snorted. "Because I'm not. The chemistry between the two of you was hot enough to set the tattoo parlor on fire."

I hadn't planned on telling her the most important part of what happened last night, but I found myself blurting, "We didn't use a condom, and you already know I'm not on birth control since there was no need before I met Maverick and I didn't think I'd ever see him again."

"You know what that means, right?"

Resting my hand over my lower belly, I answered, "That I could be pregnant?"

"Well, that too, but also that this thing between the two of you isn't temporary. It's gotta be permanent if he's trying to knock you up on day one." She whistled the tune to a lullaby our mom used to sing to each of us kids when we were babies. "We've seen it time and time again when one of the guys falls hard and fast. They always want to knock our aunts up. It's like the biker mating dance, literally and figuratively. That's why there's so many children running around the compound."

"Do you think so?" Maverick and I hadn't really talked about the lack of protection last night, except for the dirty, hot things he'd said while he was inside me.

"Yup, which is why I hate to burst your bubble. But Dad has already noticed you're not around," she told me.

"Crap," I groaned, burying my face in a pillow to muffle my scream of frustration.

"I called your appointments for the next few days to let them know they needed to reschedule, but one of them missed the message and came into Silver Ink first thing this morning anyway," she explained. "Patriot was there and did his session, so no worries about the client. But then he wanted to know why you weren't around, and I told him you were helping a friend who had some stuff going on."

I buried my face in the pillow again with a groan.

"Yeah, that went over how you'd expect."

Rolling onto my back, I murmured, "Like a lead balloon since pretty much all of my friends are connected to the club."

"Yup, but I said it was a girl we went to school with who you hadn't talked to in a while but was cool even though she didn't have many friends." I was about to thank my sister for her quick thinking when she added, "He backed off, but he must've called Dad as soon as the appointment was done because he popped in like five minutes after the client left."

"Crap."

"So you'd better send Mom a text or something so she can keep Dad off your back, at least for a few more days," she suggested.

"Will do. Sorry you had to lie to Dad for me."

"I'm sure you'll have to do the same for me someday," she said with a laugh. "Besides, Dad is lucky we didn't rebel harder, considering how overprotective he is."

"True."

We chatted for a little longer, and then when we hung up, I fired off a quick message to my mom, letting her know that I was fine and to talk my dad off the ledge if he couldn't handle not knowing where I was. Then I raided Maverick's dresser for a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. Just when I finished with a shower and was dressed, he came stomping back into the room.

"What's wrong?"

"Fuck." He raked his fingers through his hair. "I gotta go for a bit. Fox has to leave on a run, so I have to deal with some shit."

His explanation was vague, but I knew better than to ask any questions about club business. "Don't worry. I know you wouldn't leave right now if you didn't have to."

"My princess is so fucking perfect," he murmured before giving me a deep kiss.

When he finally lifted his head, I nudged him toward his closet. "The sooner you leave, the sooner you'll be back."

While Maverick was showering, my cell dinged. Glancing down at the screen, I smiled.

Mom

Don't worry, sweetie. I'll tell him it's girl stuff, and you're still in touch with me, so you're good. That should hold him off for at least an hour. LOL

It'd better be longer than that…or else Maverick and I were screwed. We needed time to figure out what happened next. I frowned as I thought about what I'd do when Mav was doing club business or out on a run. I was going to be stuck twiddling my thumbs with nothing to do.

Maverick pulled on a pair of black jeans and a black T-shirt, then strode over to me. "What's wrong?"

"It's just," I heaved a deep sigh. "What am I supposed to do while you're busy? I'm not the kind of person who can sit around all day."

Wrapping his hand around my arm, he pulled me to my feet. "I can't do shit about having shit to do for Fox, but I can fix this."