UNTOUCH ME
SAVAGE BEAST MC 5
Hayley Faiman
Hayley Faiman Books, LLC
UnTouch Me
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Contents
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Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Epilogue
About the Author
Also by Hayley Faiman
Men of Baseball Series—
Pitching for Amalie
Catching Maggie
Forced Play for Libby
Sweet Spot for Victoria
Russian Bratva Series —
Owned by the Badman
Seducing the Badman
Dancing for the Badman
Living for the Badman
Tempting the Badman
Protected by the Badman
Forever my Badman
Betrothed to the Badman
Chosen by the Badman
Bought by the Badman
Collared by the Badman
Notorious Devils MC —
Rough & Rowdy
Rough & Raw
Rough & Rugged
Rough & Ruthless
Rough & Ready
Rough & Rich
Rough & Real
Cash Bar Series —
Laced with Fear
Chased with Strength
Flamed with Courage
Blended with Pain
Twisted with Chaos
Mixed with trouble
SAVAGE BEAST MC —
UnScrew Me
UnBreak Me
UnChain Me
UnLeash Me
UnTouch Me
Unfit Hero Series —
CONVICT
HERO
FRAUD
KILLER
Zanetti Famiglia Series —
Becoming the Boss
Becoming his Mistress
Becoming his Possession
Becoming the Street Boss
Prophecy Sisters Series
Bride of the Traitor
Esquire Black Duet Series –
DISCOVERY
APPEAL
Forbidden Love Series —
Personal Foul
Kinetic Energy
Standalone Titles
Royally Relinquished: A Modern Day Fairy Tale
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Prologue
ONE YEAR AGO
TRISTA
I watch him from across the room. I shouldn’t even be looking in his direction, but I can’t help myself. There is something about him, something that makes my heart skip a beat. Something that makes me feel like a foolish teenager. Then again, I’m only twenty-one, so maybe I’m still one of those foolish girls.
He turns his head, his eyes finding mine and his lips twitch up into a small grin. The room is in full-on party mode, usually a place that I’m not allowed. However, everyone is busy, focused on other things and I go completely unnoticed.
Even Uncle Silver is too wrapped up in his new girlfriend to notice me. It’s hard not to focus on them, she’s pretty and seems really nice. I don’t know how he got her, but I’m glad he’s keeping her.
Flicking my gaze back to the object of my obsession. I watch as Taz stands, my breath hitches, far too hopeful that he’s going to come toward me.
We’ve been playing this game for two years now. Sometimes he wants me, other times he acts as though I don’t exist. His dark eyes practically turn liquid as his gaze drags down my body, then lift to my face, again.
His chin jerks toward the hallway. My heart rate speeds up as I rise to my feet. This means that tonight, he does want me. Like the needy girl I am, I can’t wait to feel his touch.
Glancing around the room, I look to see if anyone is watching me. Eagle’s eyes are focused on me, but he shifts his gaze as soon as mine connects with his. He always watches. It would be creepy, except his gaze isn’t anything other than assessing.
Inhaling a shaky breath, I grip my beer bottle tightly and follow behind Taz’s path. The hall is dark, but I see him immediately. He’s next to his bedroom door, his back pressed against the wall, a bottle of beer dangling loosely from his fingers.
Making my way down the hall, I stop in front of him, my body close enough to touch his, but far enough away that I’m not touching him. He clears his throat and my gaze flicks up to his. His head is dipped, his eyelids lowered as he looks down on me.
“This don’t mean nothin’ except I want inside your sweet little body, Tris,” he crudely reminds me, just like he does every time I’ve been with him since that first time.
I roll my eyes. “You’ve mistaken me for one of your town girls, Taz,” I breathe.
He snorts. “Doubt that.”
Lifting my hand, I place my palm against his chest, my eyes focused on his, never leaving them. “Never doubt me, Taz. I was born into this life, into this world. I am not one of your innocent girls. I’ve seen a lot in my twenty-one years.”
He lifts his own arm, placing his palm over the back of my hand, his eyes so focused, black and liquid as they search my own.
“Know you ain’t innocent, Tris. Also know you’re not some hardened bitch either. Seen you through the years. Seen the way Silver has always protected you. You’re all soft under there, makes my dick hard, babe.”
Licking my lips, I tilt my head to the side. I ignore most of his words. He doesn’t know shit about me. He thinks that he does, but he doesn’t know what life with my mother was really like and he probably never will.
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br /> That is not something that I freely share with anyone, especially not some brother that’s just looking to get his dick wet.
“Are we doing this, or do I need to go elsewhere?” I ask.
My bravado is false. I don’t know where I’d go, nobody does anything for me, physically, but this cocky bastard. Taz smirks as if he can read my mind. He wraps his hand around my leg, where I have, I am who I am for so many reasons, tattooed around the front of my upper thigh, right below the hem of my shorts.
“You won’t go anywhere else, Trista. I won’t allow it.”
Smirking, he shifts his hand to mine, and tugs me behind him into his room. The bedroom is bathed in darkness and I’m glad for it. Usually these guys’ rooms are complete pits.
Although, I’ve never actually stayed for any length of time in any of them, except for his and I’ve never actually stayed the night. We’ve only had quick, hard, fast sex and then gone our separate ways.
The door slams, before my eyes can even adjust to the darkness around me, my back is pushed against the wall. Taz’s body is pressed against mine, his chest pushed up against my own.
I feel his lips close to mine, so close that I can almost taste him. “You won’t allow it?” I ask, continuing our conversation. He’s never made a statement like that before, never even acted as though I mattered.
“Done with watching you flirt. Show your ass in those sexy as fuck cut-offs. Shit is changing, and it’s changing right here. Once I’ve dipped inside of you bare, nobody else can have a taste,” he warns.
Lifting my hands, I place my palms on his shoulders, curling my fingers around them. “I’m not claimed by you or anyone else. You don’t really have a say in who I sleep with,” I rasp.
He chuckles, his lips brushing against mine sending chills over my skin before he moves his mouth to my ear. “I don’t need to make you my Old Lady to have it known crystal goddamn clear that your pussy is not up for grabs,” he growls against my ear.
My nails dig into his shoulders as I try to push away from him. I can’t. He’s too damn strong. Instead of moving away from me, he presses against me even closer, his entire body touching mine from chest to knees.
“You’re an asshole,” I breathe.
His mouth moves to mine, his lips touching my own, but he’s yet to kiss me. “Yeah, I know. I’m about to be the asshole that makes you scream my name though.”
“Cocky asshole, that’s what you are.”
He chuckles, slanting his head to the side. “Fuck yeah, and already know why, babe. There’s a reason you keep spreading for me, Tris,” he grunts before his tongue fills my mouth.
TAZ
I was named by my brothers after the Tasmanian Devil, mainly because I have a horrible fucking temperament. Just the sense of me, or someone I’m protective of, being threatened will send me into a fucking rage.
I don’t even know what I’m doing while the animal inside of me takes over. Nobody can stop me. Nobody can calm me down. It’s better just to let me rage until I’m done, then I can assess the damage later.
That rage bubbles as soon as Trista mentions another man inside of her. That shit is not going to happen, not now, maybe not ever and certainly not one of my brothers. There has always been something about her.
We’ve been fucking around for a while, she doesn’t know that I’ve kept close tabs on her, she doesn’t realize that I know without a doubt not a single man has touched her in two years aside from me. I’ve tried to keep my distance, but I’m done now.
Trista was untouchable for so long, even now, if Silver knew I had her pressed up against this wall, my tongue down her throat and minutes away from sinking my dick, bare, inside of her waiting body, he’d beat the shit out of me—or at least try.
But Silver isn’t here, he’s busy with his sexy little school teacher. I’m about to take what I’ve been dreaming of since Trista became legal. Three years my cock has ached to feel every inch of her. I shouldn’t have touched her at nineteen, I shouldn’t touch her now, but I can’t stop.
She’s mine.
Always has been—always will be.
My hands move to the waistband of her shorts and as my tongue tangles with hers, I unfasten the button, slowly sliding down the zipper. Tugging the shorts past her hips, I drag her panties down as far as I can.
Trista wriggles her sweet hips until her shorts and panties drop to her ankles. Slipping my hand between her thighs, I’m glad that I don’t have to instruct her to open her legs for me. She always does exactly what I want, the way I want it, without hesitation.
Automatically, my hand cups her slick center, my lips moving to just below her ear.
“Taz,” she groans breathlessly, her nails digging into my shoulders even harder.
I grunt, my lips dragging down her neck, tasting her sweet skin before I slip a finger inside of her, my palm pressed against her clit.
“Yes,” she whimpers, her hips jerking against my hand.
“I want you to get off on my hand, babe. Fuck yourself, come all over me,” I murmur against her neck.
Trista’s head falls back against the door with a thump as I slip a second finger inside of her tight cunt. I watch as she gets herself off against my hand, just as I’ve instructed. She grinds her clit against my palm, not a single fucking shy bone in her body.
She’s gorgeous in her greedy need. My lips, tongue, and teeth trail up and down her neck, sucking and biting her skin as she continues to take from me. Her grip against my shoulders tightens at the same time her breathing begins to come out in short pants.
I can feel her pussy flutter around my fingers and I know that she’s close. Her hips buck and jerk until I feel her cunt clamp down around me and she lets out a whimper before her entire body freezes.
Lifting my head from her neck, I grin down at her. “Ready to come on my dick now, babe?”
Her lips are turned up in a smile, her eyelids lowered and she looks at me through her lashes. “Yeah, Taz,” she sighs, all of her smartass drained from her body.
Taking a step back, after I’ve shrugged out of my cut and set it aside, I reach behind my neck and wrench my shirt from my body. She licks her lips at the sight of my bare chest. I watch as she lifts her hands and runs her nails down my chest and stomach, stopping just at the waist of my jeans.
“You’re disgustingly cut,” she says, her lips twitching.
This is the first time we’ve taken our time with one another and I’m feeling like a fucking idiot and an asshole for it. I could have been looking at that awe-like expression for the past two years.
I let out a chuckle, reaching forward and grabbing hold of her hips before I lift her into my arms. Turning us around, I walk her over to the bed and toss her on the mattress. She bounces once, then sits up and without a single word of instruction, her top and bra are off, thrown somewhere in the room.
Shoving my jeans down my hips and thighs, I toe my boots off, and finish stripping before I make my way toward the bed completely naked.
“You’re devastatingly beautiful,” I point out, climbing up the mattress.
She doesn’t hesitate to spread her legs for me, my gaze flicks to her center, fucking breathtaking. Dipping my chin, I fully take in her wet pink center and bite my bottom lip.
Reaching forward, I slide my fingers through her folds, gathering what’s left of her cum before I swirl that wetness around her clit. I watch her entire body twitch when I touch her sensitive nub.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I squeeze to relieve pressure, to relieve the ache and physical demand to pound into her over and over. I want this shit to last, even if I already know that this isn’t the first and certainly won’t be the last time I slide inside of her sweet body.
Aligning my cock with her center, I slowly sink inside of her tight cunt, my eyes never leaving hers. I watch as her neck arches and she lets out a sweet little gasp at my invasion. Her gaze finds mine. In the moonlight, I can see the blue of her eyes as she watch
es me.
I don’t fuck her hard, something inside of me, this moment, begs me to take her slowly. This is different. So much fucking different than the other quick sweaty fucks in the hallway.
“You’re fuckin’ tight, babe,” I grunt once I’m fully seated inside of her.
Bare.
Inside of her without a condom, this feels so fucking much different. I’ve fucked bitches bare before, but this isn’t just some bitch. This is Trista, and this is just plain fucking different.
She shifts her hips, pressing her shins against my ribs. Caging her head with my forearms, I can’t take my eyes off of her as I pull out, then sink deep inside of her over and over. She licks her bottom lip before her teeth sink into the soft flesh.
“Fuck,” I groan, my hips pounding against her harder and harder with each thrust.
She lets out a cry, her hands wrapping around my biceps as she takes every ounce of my strength. My eyes never leave hers. They can’t, they won’t. I watch her come a second time. That’s when I completely lose control.
Slamming against her until she’s screaming beneath me, only then, do I pull out. I jack my cock and watch as my cum coats her stomach. Lifting my other hand, I spread my release all around her skin, painting her with it.
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