by K. L. Ramsey
“I’ve got them,” he said. “Just come back to us, Savage,” Bowie whispered.
“Copy that, man,” Savage said and ended their call. Bowie shoved his cell back into his pocket and tried to decide the best way to tell Dallas that he had heard from their guy. She had been beside herself with worry and now, he was about to ramp that up by about a million degrees. He wondered just how much Dallas needed to know about Savage’s plan. Telling her that Savage was going after the Dragons personally would only make her worry more and she had enough on her plate taking care of the girls.
Bowie searched his house and found both girls sleeping in the room he had set up for them. Chloe insisted on sleeping in the same room with Greer even though the baby was waking up every few hours for her feedings. She said she needed to be near her sister to protect her from the bad guys and Bowie hated that little Chloe understood that they were in danger. He wanted Chloe’s only worry to be which baby doll to play with, but instead, she was thinking about keeping her baby sister safe from “bad guys”, as she called them.
He walked down to the master bedroom that he and Dallas had been sharing, only to find the bed rumpled but empty. When they got to Texas, she insisted on sleeping in the same room with him and the girls in the room next door. That was just fine with him. He liked having her and the girls close, to keep an eye on them. Sleeping next to Dallas night after night, her sexy, curvy body up against his own—it was sheer torture. Each night, he’d take a shower, getting himself off so he wouldn’t give in to his basic instincts to make her his. And, every night, he lay next to her hard as a rock, needing her more and more.
He was going to head back down to the kitchen when he saw the light coming from under the master bathroom door and knew that Dallas had to be in there. He gently knocked and when she didn’t answer, he walked in, expecting to find the room empty. Instead, he found Dallas soaking in a tub of bubbles with her earbuds in, listening to music.
“Dallas,” he said, loud enough for her to hear over her music. Her eyes popped open and when she realized what was going on, she gave him her sly smile and stood from the tub. Bowie felt frozen to his spot in the middle of the bathroom, not sure if he should turn and walk the hell back out of there or stay and enjoy the show that Dallas was obviously putting on for him. He had almost forgotten why he had searched the house for her and seeing her standing completely bare in the tub, bubbles sliding down her wet body, could even make him forget his damn name.
“Fuck, Baby,” Bowie growled.
“I want you, Bowie,” Dallas whispered. When he didn’t make a move towards her, he could see the self-doubt cloud her beautiful blue eyes and that was the last thing he wanted. Dallas reached for the towel that sat on the ledge of the tub and he grabbed it from her hands.
“No,” he said. “Don’t cover yourself up,” he ordered. “Let me just look at you.”
“Um,” she stuttered, seeming suddenly unsure of herself. “My—my body isn’t like it used to be. You know, before the baby.” God, he was fucking this all up; making her second guess how fucking perfect she was.
“You are sexy as fuck, Baby,” he growled. Dallas ran her hands over her belly and down her hips.
“I just am—well, more since Greer,” she admitted. Bowie watched her hands trace her every sexy curve and outline.
“I don’t give a shit about the way you used to look, Honey. You’re the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen. I want you too, Dallas,” he admitted. He took her hand to help her from the tub, wrapping her in the towel he just took from her. He turned her in his arms and kissed her wet forehead. He had hoped that the past two weeks had been leading to this between them, but Bowie was never one to count on something that might not happen.
“I’ve wanted you since that night Savage brought you to my apartment, Baby,” he admitted. Not wanting to hold back from her anymore was freeing. He knew he might be pushing her but he just didn’t care. Bowie had always denied what he wanted for the good of others. Hell, he had even moved to another state and took a different assignment to avoid telling his parents the truth about himself. In his mind, keeping the fact that he was bi from his mom and dad was best for them so it became his truth and one that hurt him and the people he was coming to care for—Savage and Dallas. He was done denying what he needed to make other people in his life more comfortable. It was time to take what he wanted and he wanted Dallas.
“What about Savage?” she asked, nuzzling the sensitive skin on his neck. “Won’t he be mad about this?”
Bowie chuckled. “Naw, Honey,” he said. “This is what Savage wants. Hell, he was hoping that you and I would hit it off and find our way to each other. He’s wanted to put you between the two of us since he saw you at the bar that night—you know when you were at the bachelorette party.” Dallas nodded and kissed her way up his neck to his mouth. She stopped just short of kissing him as if waiting for his permission. Bowie could feel her breath on his lips and the thought of her being so close again made him instantly hard.
“Did you remember to get condoms?” she teasingly asked, wiggling against his body.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “They arrived a few days ago.”
Dallas gasped, “You were holding out on me, Bowie.”
“No,” he said, sounding almost defensive. “I didn’t want to push you, Baby,” he said.
“Push,” she whispered against his lips. “Please push me, Bowie.”
“I’m going to kiss you now, Dallas,” he warned. “If this isn’t okay; if it’s not what you want, tell me now.” He hated that she held all the power, but she did. He wouldn’t make a move without her approval and waiting for her to give it was making him crazy. Seconds felt like hours and when she smiled up at him and nodded, he felt himself exhale, not realizing he was holding his damn breath.
“I’d like that,” she whispered against his lips. Bowie pulled her against his body, letting the towel he had just wrapped her in, fall to the floor. He crushed his mouth against hers and kissed his way in to find her tongue. Dallas moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to take what she wanted from him. He liked that she seemed to know what she needed and wasn’t afraid to take it.
Bowie lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bed. He needed to make Dallas his and all he could think about was stripping and sinking into her willing body. He wasn’t that person—taking what he wanted from people and to hell with the consequences. Dallas made him want to be greedy and take everything she was offering, push her to her limits and demand even more from her.
Bowie laid her back on his bed and stood over her bare body, looking her over, while stripping out of his clothes. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he growled. Dallas smiled up at him, reaching up to pull Bowie on top of her body.
“Right back at you,” she said, wrapping her legs around his ass. He could feel her wet, hot core rubbing against his throbbing cock and he just about lost the ability to think straight.
“Condom,” he whispered against her lips.
“Hurry,” Dallas ordered, releasing Bowie. He stood and found the stash of condoms he had shoved into the top drawer of his side bed table. He opened the wrapper and slid it over his cock, not wasting any time.
He pulled Dallas to the end of the bed and seated himself completely inside of her, in just one thrust. “Fuck,” Bowie hissed. “You feel so fucking good.” Dallas moaned and wrapped her legs around his ass again, pulling his body down to meet hers.
“It’s been so long,” she whispered.
“Since you’ve had sex?” Bowie asked, trying to keep up. He was having trouble concentrating on anything but the sexy blonde wrapped around his body.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“When was the last time, Baby?” Bowie wasn’t sure he wanted to know but he was pretty sure he already knew the answer.
“Savage,” she admitted. Knowing that Savage was the last man she was with made him happy for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that th
ey were planning on sharing her once Savage got done with club business or maybe it was the fact that Savage was his last too, but Bowie was relieved he felt no jealousy.
“Sorry,” she whispered, kissing her way up his neck.
“For what?” Bowie breathed.
“Bringing up another man while we’re—you know,” Dallas giggled, sending waves of pleasure down his body and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
Bowie smiled down at her, “It’s okay, Baby. Savage was my last too.”
“I wish he was here with us, now,” she whispered.
“Same,” Bowie admitted. He pulled out of her body and plunged back in, making her cry out his name. He knew she was close too and he pumped in and out of her pussy, setting a furious pace. Bowie reached down to where they were joined and ran his thumb over her clit. He wanted her with him when he found his release.
“Bowie,” she moaned his name. “I’m going to come.”
“Me too, Baby,” he groaned, kissing his way into her mouth. He could feel her orgasm as it ripped through her core, milking his cock until he found his own release.
“Dallas,” he whispered her name and it sounded like a praise as he collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and when she gently kissed his shoulder, Dallas stole another little piece of his heart.
“I’m so glad I came looking for you tonight, Honey,” he whispered against her neck. “Finding you in the tub was just an extra bonus.”
Dallas giggled, “Why were you looking for me?” she asked. Honestly, Bowie had all but forgotten his phone call with Savage and the reason he searched his house for Dallas.
“Savage called,” he admitted.
“And, you’re just telling me this now?” Dallas pushed at his body to roll off hers, and he did. Bowie stood from the bed and went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. The last thing he wanted was a fight with her and judging by the way she was taking the news of Savage’s call; Dallas was ready to give him just that. When he got back to his room, he found that she had slipped on his t-shirt and was effectively hiding from him.
“Dallas,” he said. “I was going to tell you.”
“You should have told me before you distracted me with sex,” she said.
“I distracted you with sex?” Bowie questioned. “I believe you were the one doing the distracting, Honey.”
“What did he say?” Dallas asked. Here’s where things got tricky. Did Bowie want to protect her and tell her only the parts that she wouldn’t worry about or would that just land him in more hot water later? “Bowie,” she warned. “Just tell me, please. I need to know that he’s alright.”
“He is,” Bowie insisted. He sat back down on the bed and pulled Dallas down onto his lap. “He said that everything should be over in a few days and we’ll be able to go home.”
“What does that mean—over?” Dallas asked. “Tell me Savage isn’t going after the Dragons on his own?” He wouldn’t lie to her—not now, after everything that had happened between the two of them.
“I’m not sure what he plans on doing,” Bowie said. “When I asked him, he told me that I needed to promise to take care of you and the girls, no matter what.”
“What did you tell him?” Dallas asked.
“That me taking care of the three of you wasn’t an issue he needed to worry about. It was a done deal and I meant it, Dallas. I won’t let anything happen to you or either of the girls.”
“Thank you, Bowie. I just wish this nightmare was over. I need to see him to make sure he’s alright.”
“I know, Baby,” Bowie said. “I feel the same way. How about we get some shut-eye?”
Dallas yawned and stretched in his arms. “Sounds good. Greer will be up soon for her feeding and I’m exhausted.” Bowie tugged the covers over them, loving the way Dallas snuggled into his body. She was right about one thing—he’d rest a hell of a lot easier once Savage was back with them—they both would.
SAVAGE
It had been just over two weeks since he sent his family away, but it had to be done. Keeping them all safe was his top priority. The Dragons going after Dallas and Greer was only the first part of their plan. Savage knew they’d stop at nothing to destroy his entire family. The Dragons had done it once and he wouldn’t put it past them to do it again.
The truth was this fight between the two clubs had been going on for a damn long time. Since before he was president and he wasn’t sure it would ever end. They went after his friend, Cillian James, targeting him because of his family’s ties to Savage and his club. Cillian had been paying for his mistake with the Dragons for the past ten years of his life. He was behind bars and Savage knew that the Dragons wouldn’t stop until they hurt him again. What they did to Cillian was just the tip of the iceberg. The Dragons were capable of completely destroying Savage’s world and he knew it.
Thank God for Ryder, Repo, and Snake. They had stuck by his side and he wasn’t sure what he would have done without them. Savage just wondered if they’d still stick around once he came clean and told them and the rest of his club that he was involved with both Bowie and Dallas. Being bi was something he usually kept to himself. Really, it wasn’t anyone else’s business, but in the MC world, it wasn’t widely accepted. He knew that he’d get some backlash and criticism but that was true in any walk of life. Being different scared people and what he wanted with Dallas and Bowie would be considered pretty damn unusual.
Ryder walked into his office and threw down a piece of paper onto his desk. “They left another note,” he said. “This time, Dante wants to meet with you—alone.” Savage took the paper from Ryder and read it over. Dante was the president of the Dragons and he was demanding Savage’s presence at his bar today, at four o’clock. The word alone was spelled out in capital letters, getting the point across. He wasn’t to show up with any back- up and he knew his guys would give him a ton of shit for even considering Dante’s proposition. How could he not go when it could end the Dragon’s going after his family?
“I’m in,” Savage agreed.
“Doesn’t fucking matter if you’re in or not, man. You aren’t going to that meeting alone,” Ryder shouted.
“Funny,” Savage said, standing from his chair. “Last time I checked, I was acting president of Savage Hell. The club even bears my name,” he added.
Ryder shrugged, “Sure,” he agreed. “But being president of our club doesn’t mean that you get to rule as a monarchy. Last time I checked, we ruled this club as a democracy and I don’t remember us taking a vote for you to be able to go off, half-cocked, and do something stupid.”
If we put this to a vote, it will get shot down and I can’t waste any more time. I need my family back, Ryder,” Savage admitted.
“I know you miss the girls and probably even Dallas,” Ryder said, bobbing his eyebrows at him. Savage wasn’t sure if the gesture made him want to punch his friend in the face or laugh.
“It’s not just Dallas and the girls, Ryder. I think you better sit down for this next part, man,” Savage insisted.
Ryder sat in the seat across from his desk and nodded. “Go on then,” he said.
“I need for Bowie to come home too,” Savage said.
“The guy who’s watching Dallas and the kids?” Ryder questioned.
“Yeah,” Savage said. “He’s a part of my family now too.”
“I get that,” Ryder said.
“No, I’m not sure you are getting it, man,” Savage said. “I’m bisexual and if everything works out, I will be with Dallas and Bowie—both.” Savage watched Ryder as if expecting more than just a shrug and nod that his old friend was giving him.
“Say something—anything,” Savage ordered.
“I’m not sure what you want from me here, Savage. I’ve known you a damn long time and I won’t act surprised about your news because I’m not,” Ryder admitted.
“You knew?” Savage asked. He wasn’t sure if what he was feeling was shock or relief. Having someone
who knew him—really knew who he was, felt pretty damn good. Savage had spent most of his life hiding that part of himself from everyone around him and now that weight felt as if it had been lifted from his chest.
“Yeah, most of us know, man,” Ryder said. “I know you try to keep that part of yourself private, but it’s nothing you have to hide from your club. We’ve got your back and honestly, none of us give a shit who you're falling into bed with, Savage. If both Dallas and Bowie make you happy, then I say go for it.”
Savage nodded, not sure he could speak past the lump of emotion in his throat. He planned on doing exactly that, but before he could claim the two people he wanted most in the world, he needed to clean up this mess with the Dragons. Bringing his family home while there was still danger wasn’t an option.
“Thanks, Ryder,” Savage whispered. “Now, how do we handle this mess? I need to bring my family home.”
“I say you agree to meet with Dante, but you do it on neutral ground and with a few of us as back-up. We can ask the club what they think and put it to a vote, but you’ll find that most of the guys agree—you won’t be going in alone.” Savage knew Ryder meant well and he was right—it was how things worked in their club. He also knew that waiting on a vote and setting up new plans would take way too long. Savage didn’t have the luxury of time on his side and he knew that sooner or later, Bowie would have to come back to Huntsville for his job. The Army was being generous allowing him to take all his saved up leave at once, but Savage knew from experience that the military’s kindness only extended so far. If Bowie had to return home, he’d bring Dallas and the girls and they’d be in the same damn boat they were already in, waiting for the Dragons to make their next move.