Lust Hard (Savage Saints MC Book 2)

by Hazel Parker

  As soon as he stepped inside, I shut the door for him and pulled him in for a kiss.

  “First things first,” I said, trying to sound seductive. “No bike?”

  He laughed, perhaps because he knew that I would have asked that question first—but only now realizing it.

  “I decided to leave it at the shop,” he said. “I figured you’d want some privacy if I came over, and our bikes are not exactly meant for subtlety.”

  “Aw, Splitter,” I said, kissing him again. “That’s not necessary, but that’s sweet. I think after what happened yesterday, people would be understanding if you came over.”

  “Yeah, well, like you said, I’m not looking for fame or unwanted attention. I’m just looking for a connection.”

  He smiled and sniffed the air.

  “Damn, something smells really good.”

  “You mean ‘darn,’” I said, gently ribbing him. “And yes, I have steak on.”

  “Seriously?” he said. “You’re the best.”

  He immediately headed for the kitchen, dragging me by the hand. In this spot, I could see the bandage wrapped around where he had gotten shot. Undoubtedly, it would take some time for that wound to heal, but he didn’t seem bothered by it at all; at least, he hid the pain well enough that I didn’t think anything was up.

  When he sat down, I don’t think I’d ever seen a man consume a steak so fast in his life. He at least used a fork and knife, but I’m pretty sure that he ate the whole thing—probably a full pound—in under ten minutes, possibly under five.

  When he finished, he rubbed his belly, let out a nice “ah” and smiled at me.

  “You know,” he said. “There’s only one way to make this evening better.”

  “And what’s that?” I said, cocking an eyebrow, having an idea of where this was going—and liking it.

  Splitter smirked.

  “I want to ask you if we can go steady.”

  I leaned back in my chair. That was not what I was expecting.

  “Listen,” he said. “I’m a big fucking idiot, in case you haven’t been able to tell. I betrayed your trust really bad, I know, and I’m never going to compete academically with anyone from Yale or Duke or any of your friends. I’m just a guy. But I care so much about you. I want to keep caring for you and make sweet, sweet love to you like no one else ever would. Damnit, Amber, you make me want to be a better man.”

  “Aw,” I said.

  I already knew how I was leaning. I hadn’t thought that Splitter would ask the question so quickly after how yesterday had started—even given how it had ended—but it was one that I was going to bring up at some point.

  “You know I’m a sucker for rules,” I said. “So, here are a few.”

  “Go,” he said. “I’m already not swearing as much or smoking as much. For you, what are the others?”

  “No, no, no, think of these as personal rules,” I said. “You handled the professional ones reasonably well. You passed, overall, maybe not an A, but you’re still in the class.”

  “See, I told you I’m not as smart as your Ivy League friends.”

  I laughed and, wow, did it feel good to be bantering cheerfully and lightheartedly with Splitter like this again. We’d gotten so serious and so concerned about things while his case was ongoing—which, in some ways, I supposed it technically still was, but the hard part was over—that we’d forgotten what attracted us together in the first place.

  And, sure, the Mercs were still out there, and we still had some last minute legal things to wrap up, but we had a little bit more freedom to bounce around now.

  “One,” I said. “You have to respect my faith and my Sundays. That means that while I will go out with you on Saturday nights, you cannot expect me to go crazy. I will not miss my early morning church on Sundays, and if I do, then I won’t go out with you for at least a month’s worth of Saturdays.”

  “Understood,” Splitter said.

  “Two,” I continued. “I’m not quitting my job for any club stuff. I’m in it until I retire, or, more likely, until I die. I know that you and I will work for some time, but when that officially wraps up, if you’re going to pull me away, it had better be for an emergency. I’ll trust you to know what an emergency is.”

  Splitter nodded.

  “And finally,” I said, a wicked grin forming on my face. “You better keep up those love making skills.”

  Splitter arched an eyebrow.

  “Do—do, not say, do—those three things, and we can have something that might just work out.”

  Splitter opened his mouth to speak, closed it, looked at me, and stood up.

  “What?” I said.

  Then he grabbed me, lifted me up, and kissed me.

  “I’m showing you,” he said through the kisses as he led me upstairs into my bedroom. “This is how I’m going to be better.”

  “Mmm,” I said. “Yes, much better, yes!”

  It wasn’t quite what I meant—only time was going to give Splitter the chance to show me the things that I needed him to do—but as far as getting off on the right foot for us being long-lasting, he couldn’t have done much better.

  He got me to the edge of the bed, and the sensation of being thrown overcame me. But unlike before when he actually had thrown me, he never let go, holding me out over the edge.

  “I won’t let you go again,” he said as he gently lowered me to the bed and then mounted me with more kisses.

  I didn’t think that a softer touch from him would have actually worked, but thank heavens, it was even better than the last time.

  His kisses moved all over my body as if determined to leave his lips all across every inch of skin and every freckle that dotted me. Bit by bit, he was undressing me, until I had nothing but my panties on. He was more delicate, more finely attuned to my heavy breathing and my moans than he was before.

  All sex with Splitter was good sex, but this was great sex. If our first two times had been all about unleashing the enormous passion that we had, then this time was about fine-tuning it to what we each liked—and Splitter was a great listener to my body as well.

  I might as well have called him doctor for how well he seemed to read me and what I liked.

  After he had had his way with my breasts, he moved down, kissing my chest in between them and moving to my belly button. He brought out the tongue a little bit, making me shake and wiggle like a nervous wreck. He just laughed as I did so, asking me if I enjoyed it.

  “What do you think?” I said, adding my laughter.

  Hey, sometimes sex was funny, and in a good way!

  Then he moved down to my panties, and the laughter was done. It was time to be serious, very serious. Serious about coming from his tongue.

  And heavens, he moved so quickly—like a snake with how fast his tongue had darted onto my clit—that I had no time to switch over to serious. I was still laughing when it quickly changed into a moan as I tossed my head back and closed my eyes, my hands going to my breasts.

  “Oh, Splitter,” I said.

  I reached down to his hair and pressed him deeper into me, an act that he seemed to welcome with eager excitement. The moaning on his end increased even more, and I was left to feel like I was floating on every cloud in the sky. My God, how did he do this so well?

  The tension built up almost immediately, and I couldn’t even begin to describe how grateful I was that as a woman, I could come multiple times in one session; if I were a man, I would have already shot my seed long ago. He was just that—

  I couldn’t even finish my thought, and he was already pushing me to the brink. My hands squeezed around his skull, and I lost all conscious thought. Everything in my brain and my body shifted its focus to between my legs as I swelled, pulsated, and heated up.

  And then it all rushed out.

  I cried out Splitter’s name as the fires of orgasm consumed me, burning me into ashes of pleasure. Oh, heavens, I couldn’t contain myself—I had to spread like wildfire. I had t
o consume Splitter into this burning fire of orgasm. I had to have him.

  I fucking had to have him!

  I was so on fire that I was swearing and not caring about it. I was no longer Amber Reynolds; I was some sort of an animal, nay, a demon in lust, only able to be released with more orgasms. I pushed Splitter away, then changed my mind, pulling him forward so that he would be inside of me. He said something about a condom, but I didn’t care.

  I had him inside me, and the difference between having his enormous girth in me without a condom and with a condom was like the difference between sleeping on a stone and sleeping on the world’s softest pillow. The pleasure was tenfold better, no, indescribably better, and I only regretted not doing this on our second go around. Our first, maybe, but I sure wasn’t in a state to contemplate anything like that.

  He pushed his weight into my breasts as I gasped, clawed at his back, and whimpered his name like the domesticated animal that I was. I was at his mercy, begging him to have his way with me, completely at his whims. He was treating me softly right now, still on something of a tender romance, but I didn’t wait longer.

  “Fuck me!” I growled. “Fuck me, Splitter!”

  Splitter took the cue, picking up the pace and driving me so hard that it felt like I was going to be compressed into the bed. My grip tightened on him until it felt like I couldn’t hear anything but his breathing, the pressing of bodies down low, and the shaking of the bed. It may not have sounded like much, but it was like a sexual symphony to me.

  Then, with shocking force, he pulled out, flipped me over, and got back inside in seemingly one motion. I buried my head in my pillow, again approaching orgasm as he did me doggy style. I arched my butt up so he’d get a better view; I heard him groan in appreciation, and it brought a wicked smile to my face.

  He already had me coming again within less than a minute; my cries reached across the house, but I didn’t care. He’d unlocked a side of me that was so repressed, I didn’t even know it existed, and I knew we were going to have to practice this many, many more times in the weeks and months ahead.

  Yes, I was in this for the long haul. I was absolutely in this for the long haul.

  “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come,” he moaned.

  He pulled out, had me turn on my back, and I looked up at him as he stroked himself to the edge. Just as he began to gasp, I took over for him, grabbing his stiff shaft and vigorously stroking him. He shot his seed onto my chest moments later, groaning and quivering as he fired rope after rope. I looked up at his muscular, sexy body as I finished pumping him, smiling in awe the whole time.

  “Oh, man,” he finally said as he sat back on his heels. “Oh, Amber. Did I follow the third rule?”

  “Haha,” I laughed. “Yes. But the corollary to that rule is I need a towel!”

  He quickly stood up, nearly stumbling over the bed, and ran into the bathroom before grabbing a towel for me. He wiped it up and down my chest and belly, cleaning me of his cum. When I was satisfied, I motioned for him to come and kiss me. He laid down by my side, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me as if he was never going to leave.

  Which, at this point, I fully expected to be the case. I didn’t see Splitter going anywhere anytime soon.

  “You know,” he said when he finally did finish. “I can’t say I ever anticipated you being this.”

  He made a point to look up and down my body.

  “But now that you’re here, I’m glad. I’m in it for the long haul. I’m here to be with you, Amber. I’m not looking anywhere else. I… maybe I’m too damn emotional, but… aw, damnit, the truth is, I love you.”

  I cooed and kissed him again. It was hard to argue with someone who had just rescued me from an assassination attempt, wiped out my would-be murderers, and then done everything possible to protect me. In most other cases, yeah, maybe it would be too soon.

  But after what Splitter did for me yesterday? After everything we’d been through since we first met?

  “I love you too.”

  He’d earned it.

  We’d both earned it.

  We’d earned each other, and we belonged to each other.

  Epilogue

  One Week Later

  I sat in the hall just before our weekly meeting, considering my good fortune.

  Edwin had agreed to drop all but the public disorderly conduct charge against me if I agreed to help him round up the remaining Devil’s Mercenaries, do some community service, and testify in court. Given that I already did work in trying to eliminate the Mercs and volunteered at the animal hospital, I was basically being given the sentence of “do what you do.” I had to pay a five hundred dollar fine for the charge, but all things considered, that was a drop in the bucket.

  Trace especially loved me, because I had managed to negotiate a nice payment plan through Amber thanks to my life-saving efforts at her office. Admittedly, she was having a tough time because of what had happened with that; countless documents were lost in the fire, and it would take quite some time to build up the firm and find a replacement. Insurance would give the company a nice check that they could use, but that would take some time to process.

  Still, on a personal level, the week had only served to show us how great of a pairing we made. The rules that she established did wonders for helping us maintain some privacy, and though a few news outlets tried to make the connection, they were more of the far-reaching ones, which meant we could still keep our privacy for some time. That day would come when it faded, but for now, we just enjoyed each other at nights and on the weekends, retreating from the crazy California nightlife in favor of something much calmer.

  It was wild to think that just over a week before, I was sitting in a jail cell on the verge of going to a trial in which I’d be found guilty of first-degree murder.

  Funny how quickly things can change.

  However, our work with the Savage Saints never changed.

  And some group work and groupthink was needed now more than ever.

  The rest of the club’s officers headed in and took their seats, waiting for Trace to begin. He cleared his throat and smiled.

  “Gentlemen,” he said. “It’s nice to have a meeting where we don’t have to worry about who’s going to get arrested, huh?”

  Some laughter and cheers went up, and even I got a chuckle out of that.

  “It truly is better than it was before,” he said. “Splitter’s plea deal is all but resolved, the DMs are on the run, and things are looking almost perfect.”

  The implication was obvious by the second to last word.

  “However, the public shootout that happened near Amber Reynold’s office is one that created quite a bad rep for us, even though we were the ones who saved the day. You know how it is. One MC is bad. Therefore, all MCs are bad. I’m not especially happy about it, but that’s the world we live in.”

  He took another puff of his cigarette.

  “We’re going to need to do something of a PR campaign. I’m not saying we’re going to need to buy ads on the television or anything silly like that. But we are going to, ironically, be putting ourselves out there more. We’re going to get more involved with the community. Because if we don’t, we’re going to let that image fester, and things are going to get worse in the long run.”

  “Makes sense,” Krispy said. “Are you leading the charge?”

  To my surprise, Trace said no.

  “Believe it or not, we have someone here who studied marketing in college and has some connections and is also quietly involved in the community.”

  Wait… I don’t know who this is?

  Then BK tilted his chin up.

  “I’m the fixer in the club,” he growled. “And same for here.”

  So BK is going to be the one to set our image up, huh? The big, burly one who looks like he belongs more in a WWE showdown?

  “Exactly right,” Trace said. “We may use outside connections to help spruce up our community image. But for now, BK is going
to lead the charge to make things right.”

  Well.

  This should be really fucking interesting.

  Just hopefully the right kind of interesting and not the insanity Amber and I just had.

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  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1: Splitter

  Chapter 2: Amber

  Chapter 3: Splitter

  Chapter 4: Amber

  Chapter 5: Splitter

  Chapter 6: Amber

  Chapter 7: Splitter

  Chapter 8: Amber

  Chapter 9: Splitter

  Chapter 10: Amber

  Chapter 11: Splitter

  Chapter 12: Amber

  Chapter 13: Splitter

  Chapter 14: Amber

  Chapter 15: Splitter

  Chapter 16: Amber

  Chapter 17: Splitter

  Chapter 16: Amber

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