“Um, yeah. I mean I invited him over, but I changed my mind and I was asking him to leave,” I confess.
I can feel my face heat at the admission, although the stranger doesn’t know why I invited Mark over, but I feel like he can read my mind. Especially when his top lip twitches and he snorts.
“Bye, bye, Mark,” he grunts, shoving Mark to the ground.
I watch as he actually bounces from the shove. He cries out and narrows his gaze on the stranger before he lets out a huff. I gasp at the sight, but not because I’m scared, it’s awesome. Mark was being a dick and trying to force his way into my house, even when I told him that I had changed my mind.
“I’m Coen,” he murmurs, his voice still low, but dripping with honey.
God, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Glancing behind his shoulder, I watch as Mark slinks away down the street. Tilting my head to the side, I grip my doorknob tightly in my fingertips to keep myself standing.
“Gisele,” I stupidly say. He already knows my name, he’s used it once.
He grins, probably thinking I’m as big of an idiot as I think that I am. “I know,” he rasps. “Think I could hang out here for a while?”
I blink, unsure of what he means, what he wants from me. His lips twitch again and he looks at me the way someone would look at a puppy, like he thinks that I’m cute.
“Just in case he comes back. I bruised his pride and maybe even his ass. I’d hate for him to take anything out on you,” he offers.
God.
I swoon. I literally swoon. My knees give out and I have to grip the side of the door with my free hand just to keep from falling on my ass.
“Okay,” I breathe.
Chapter One
COYOTE
I listen to the drama of the club. Jaguar wants Della. Della doesn’t want Jaguar. Eagle is offering her an out, but he wants her too. They got married, now Jaguar is fucking pissed and all that I can think about is getting back home and trying to get into my girl’s panties.
Holy fucking shit.
I’ve never dated a virgin, never even imagined dating one. I’m thirty-five years old and I haven’t been laid in far too fucking long. I mean, I fucked Charm a while ago, in a moment of weakness. Well, my cock was weak as fuck, my head knew it was wrong, but Christ, a man can only take so much and if that makes me an asshole, well then, I’m an asshole.
Being with Charm, it was a mistake of epic proportions. I don’t want her. I don’t want anyone else. I figured that shit out about a second after she sank down on my dick. Christ, I am an asshole.
Gisele is the one that I want.
Shit is heating up, like a goddamn fire at the club and now that hits on women and children have been mentioned, Eagle is talking about taking Della to Columbia to fuck with the goddamn cartel down there, my heart races at the thought of Gisele being vulnerable to everything that’s going down.
I’m only half listening when Bones asks if their club is officially going to be patched over and I snort. They should have been patched weeks ago, they’ve proven their loyalty.
And I’m pretty fucking glad that Bones insisted. If his club is going to be in this kind of danger, they at least deserve to wear the Savage Beast patch with goddamn pride.
Shaking myself from my own thoughts, I lift my hand and clamp my fingers around Eagle’s shoulder with a squeeze. He turns around slowly and looks at me, confusion littering his features.
He arches a brow, waiting for me to speak. I’m sure he’s curious as fuck. I’m not one to just throw my voice out there, not really, but I think that he needs to know what I’m thinking, at least when it comes to his woman. The guilt is obviously eating him up inside.
“He can’t love her the way you do, Eagle. You gotta let that shit go. You did what you did for a reason. And it was the right reason. He was doing everything for the wrong ones and if he fucks with you, with her, it’s for the wrong reasons still.”
“Sounds like you know what you’re talking about?” he asks.
He has no fucking idea. None. I’m speaking of my mom. My recluse mother who held onto the idea of my father for far longer than was remotely acceptable. She wouldn’t leave her house, fell into a deep depression and waited for him to darken her door again, but he never did.
And eventually, because she couldn’t move on, she couldn’t pick herself up, because the guilt of kicking him out when he backhanded her because she dared to talk out of turn, that killed her. The fucked up thing is, she would have died by his hand anyway. It didn’t fucking matter.
I shrug a noncommittal shoulder. “Maybe.”
“Gonna tell me?”
Shaking my head, I let my hand fall from his shoulder before I speak. “Ain’t plannin’ on it. Shit was a long time ago and needs to stay buried. Text me when we ride out, I got somethin’ to take care of.”
Without another word, I turn from him and I decide that enough is enough. I’m claiming Gisele. I’m putting her under my protection and I’m going to brand that bitch as my own.
GISELE
I feel like one of those puppies that waits by the front door for their master day in and day out. Walking by the window for the millionth time, I peek out from the slats in the blinds. Nothing. His house has sat empty for days. Well, three days, fifteen hours and forty-three minutes to be exact, but who’s counting?
Just when I’ve lost all hope that I’ll be seeing Coen any time soon, I hear the unmistakable rumble of his motorcycle. My heart skips a beat, it slams against my chest and I let out a little girlish giggle.
Feeling stupid, I inhale a deep breath, then let it out with a whoosh. I need to calm down. I’m sure that he already thinks I’m a freak because I don’t leave my house, the last thing that I need to do is be an annoying freak.
I hear his heavy bootsteps walking up my porch and I hold my breath as his knuckles land against my front door. I think about making him wait for a few minutes, but I can’t stand it. My feet shuffle toward the door a little too quickly, too excitedly.
Reaching for the knob, I turn it and pull the door open as I exhale the breath I’ve been holding. Tilting my head back, I look up into his dark green eyes and give him a wide smile. That smile falters as soon as I see the serious expression on his face.
“Coen?” I ask.
He shakes his head once, looks behind him over his shoulder, then jerks his chin toward me. Coen doesn’t talk a lot, he lets me do most of the talking, so his lack of verbal dialogue doesn’t really bother me, except for the fact that something seems really wrong.
“Need to talk to you, babe,” he murmurs.
I step aside to let him in. Closing the door behind him, I lock the deadbolt and stand in my spot, frozen and waiting for whatever he has to say.
Coen inhales a deep breath, dropping his shoulders before he turns to face me. He’s still wearing his extremely serious expression. He dips his chin, lifting his eyes to meet mine. His lips twitch in a small smile and then he drops a bomb on me, one that I’m not sure I can go along with.
“Need you to pack a bag and come with me. I’m not a hundred percent sure that you’re safe here all alone.”
Chapter Two
COYOTE
I’d hoped that I could have kept this woman a secret, locked away in the safe haven of her home for the rest of our lives. I imagined selling my mom’s place across the street, moving my shit in here and starting a life with her.
Keeping my club life and this one completely separated.
I see now that was only a fantasy. It’s not reality, you can’t keep it separate. Not with the dangers that come with being a patched member of the Savage Beast MC. Clearing my throat, I watch her for just a moment. She looks fucking terrified.
“Ele,” I murmur.
She shakes her head wildly, taking a couple of steps backward until she slams against the closed front door. I begin to make my way toward her, prowling toward my prey. Gisele is that too, she’s my fucking prey and I’m done d
ancing around her. She’s mine and I’m going to claim her.
“I can’t. Tell me what’s going on,” she begs in a breathy whisper.
Shaking my head once, I lift my hand, slamming my palm down against the door at the side of her head. She jumps at the sound, her eyes shifting to the side before they come back to meet mine.
“Coen,” she breathes.
Shifting my face closer to her, my lips hover above hers, just a whisper away. Licking my lips, I grunt when my tongue touches her own.
“Baby,” I rasp. “I’m not a good man. The things that I do aren’t good and clean. But, I’ll never put you in a situation that could cause you harm. Right now, you’re in harm’s way and it’s my job to remove you. I know you don’t want to leave, but you’ll be at my side and I will always protect you.”
Her breath hitches and I can’t help but smirk at the effect that I have on her. My cock aches, needing to find relief in her body, knowing that when I do, it’s going to be the best I’ve ever had. Not just because nobody else has been inside of her before, but because I’ve never cared for a woman the way that I do her.
“Tell me,” she sighs. “Tell me what this is about.”
Dipping my chin, I touch my lips to the underside of her jaw, moving them down her neck, then back up to just behind her ear.
“It’s about keeping you safe.”
“Why am I not safe, Coen?”
I growl, not wanting to tell her the truth, but I need to. She’s going to figure it out as soon as she steps into the clubhouse.
“I’m a patched member of the Savage Beast MC, you’ve seen my cut, babe.”
GISELE
I blink, reaching for his leather vest and curling my fingers in it to keep me upright. Savage Beast MC, the Savage Beast MC.
He’s right, I have seen his cut, but I’m usually blushing and looking at the ground when he’s around, I haven’t really paid much attention. I know he rides a motorcycle and figured the vest was just a layer of protection for him.
“So you’re in a gang?” I ask.
He snorts, shaking his head once. “Motorcycle Club,” he corrects as if that makes any of this any better.
“I’ve read about them. I’ve seen documentaries on television,” I explain.
Coen doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t clarify, he just watches me. I’m sure that he’s waiting for some kind of reaction, but I’m not sure what to do, what to say. He is obviously dangerous, dark, and I don’t know him like I thought that I did.
“Yeah? Well, you can’t believe everything that you read and see on TV. But this time, know that this threat is real and I’m not about to allow anything to happen to you,” he says.
“Like what? What kind of trouble are you in?” I demand.
He shakes his head. “I’m not in trouble, baby. This is a precaution. Someone made a threat to the women, to the wives and children. You’re my woman, therefore that threat is to you as well and I’m not going to just sit back because you’re afraid to leave the living room.”
His words slice through me like a physical blow straight to my gut. “Coen,” I whisper. “You act like I want to be this way, like I enjoy being inside my home and not enjoying the outside world. Only knowing what’s happening through computer searches and television shows.”
He frowns, his brows furrowing before he pushes off of the wall and takes a step back. I watch as he lifts his hand and runs his fingers through his hair. Closing his eyes, I watch him before he opens them and lifts his gaze to meet mine.
“I’m trying to protect you. I know you stay in here for self-preservation, Ele, but this shit is real. You need to pack a bag and come with me, right now.”
I shake my head, clenching my hands into fists. “I can’t,” I croak.
“You can,” he counters.
Licking my lips, I inhale deeply. “Tell me, Coen. What am I to you?”
I watch him, waiting to see what he’s going to say. Instead of speaking, he closes the distance that he put between us. One of his hands slides across my lower back and he tugs me against his chest.
Placing my hands on his pecs, I look into his dark green eyes and hold my breath as I wait for him to speak. He surprises me when he doesn’t say a single word.
Instead, he slants his head to the side and lowers his face to mine. His lips touch my own and without a moment’s hesitation, his tongue dives straight into my mouth.
He consumes me.
Every single part of me with just a single swipe of his tongue inside of my mouth.
My knees become weak.
I decide, maybe stupidly, that I’ll go anywhere with him.
Chapter Three
COYOTE
Tugging on the hem of her top, I pull it over her head, breaking the kiss only to tug the fabric between us and toss it somewhere behind us. I growl at the sight of her bare tits. I didn’t know she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Nipping her bottom lip gently, I dip my head a little farther and touch my mouth to the swell of her breast, keeping my eyes focused on her. Watching her and waiting for her to stop me from going too far. I don’t want her to at all, but if she does, I’ll step away and take a deep breath.
“Coen,” she moans as one of her hands wraps around the back of my head, pushing me closer and trying to guide my mouth to her nipple.
Reaching my hand up, I cup her opposite breast and pinch her nipple, rubbing it between my fingers before I gently tug on the bud.
My tongue tastes the flesh of her breast, my mouth moving toward her other nipple. Sucking the bud between my lips, I flick it with my tongue and grunt when she lets out a whimper and her knees threaten to give out before she rights herself.
Releasing her breasts, I wrap my arm around her waist and pick her up. She lets out a squeal and digs her nails into my shoulders as I carry her toward her bedroom. Lifting my gaze to meet hers, I grin at the sight of her parted swollen lips.
“You’re mine, Gisele,” I announce.
She presses her lips together as her eyes widen. “What does that mean?” she asks, her voice barely above a whispered breath.
“It means I’m claiming you as my own. It means everything.”
“Everything?”
I grunt, jerking my head in a nod as I lower her down next to the end of her bed. “It means I’ve fallen for you. Hell, I knew I wanted you before I ever said a word to you. Meant for me, Ele.”
“How?”
I shake my head, touching my mouth to hers with a brush of my lips. “As long as we’re good, as long as this is good, you’ll be my woman. Been waiting for someone like you for a fuck’ve a long time, baby.”
She licks her lips, her eyes never leaving mine and then she slowly nods. “I think I’m in love with you and that terrifies me.”
I grin, unable to hold back my smile even if I wanted to. Her words. They mean fucking everything to me, and they’re exactly what I needed to hear.
I want her in love, obsessed, and completely tied to me in every way possible. I want her branded and then I want her pregnant. I just plain want her.
Sinking down to my knees, I gently tug her soft cotton shorts down her legs, hooking her panties with them and watch as they fall to her feet.
Tilting my head back, I look into her eyes as she bites her bottom lip and looks incredibly adorable with pink-tinted cheeks.
“Fuck, but you’re pretty, Ele.”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and moves her head from side to side. Lifting my hands, I slowly slide my fingertips up her thighs, her hips, waist, and then cup her tits, using my fingers to gently pinch before I tug on those delicious fucking nipples of hers.
“Coen,” she moans.
Fuck, to hear that moan, it’s the sexiest sound in the fucking world. Dancing my fingertips down her sides, I stop at her hips, wrapping my hands around them, I apply pressure and guide her to sit on the edge of her bed.
“Spread those pretty thighs for me, baby,” I purr.
GISELE
I can’t believe that I’m sitting on the edge of my bed with my legs spread wide and the man that I’m falling in love with, well already in love with if I’m being honest with myself, he’s just inches from my vagina. I could die of embarrassment right now.
Completely die.
But Coen, he doesn’t look embarrassed at all. In fact, he looks a little smug and a whole lot hungry. He leans forward, his eyes never leaving mine as he draws closer and closer to my center. When I feel the first touch of his tongue, I jump with a yelp, which causes him to chuckle.
“Relax, baby. Give me that pussy,” he murmurs.
I don’t know why, but the way that he tells me to give him my pussy, it’s so much sexier than it should be. His hands slide up the insides of my thighs and gently push them wider apart as they massage closer to the apex of my legs.
His tongue flattens and I moan when it slides through my entire center. God. Lifting my hand, I slide my fingers through his hair and twist the strands, holding on tightly. At the same time, I feel his fingers work between my legs, spreading my lips apart.
My embarrassment flies out of the window the second his lips wrap around my clit. Gripping his hair, I let my head fall back with a long moan. He works me, eats me, consumes me, and I can do nothing but hold on.
I want more of him, every single piece. He’s right. He knew before I realized it. I am his. Nobody else exists, not to me, not ever. Placing my heels on the frame of the bed, I lift my hips slightly enjoying the way that he feels against me.
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