UnTouch Me (Savage Beast MC Book 5)

by Hayley Faiman

  My breasts are much larger and if I turn to the side and lift my arm, I would see a small scar along my armpit where the implants were inserted. It’s not noticeable to the rest of the world, but I know it’s there.

  I was always a thinner girl, probably a little too thin because I’ve been stressed out since childhood. My mother never really fed me or had food in the house on a regular basis, so I’m not someone who lives to eat, I eat to live and do so sparingly.

  However, Avah goes to the gym a lot and I’ve been joining her. I’ve been taking Hot Yoga and Pilates classes. I love them both and have noticed that my stomach, thighs and arms, have muscle definition that they never did before.

  Starting the shower, I throw my hair in a messy bun before I slather my cold cream makeup remover on my face and step into the steaming stall. Closing my eyes, I try not to think about the sexy man in my apartment, and my father. I try to forget the both of them completely, but it doesn’t work.

  By the time I finish my shower, moisturize my body, and toss the towel on the sink, I don’t feel even slightly better about the situation in front of me. I’m going to have to deal with this tomorrow and although the smart thing to do is leave with them, I don’t want to.

  I like living here, I love Avah, and I’ve accepted that this is my life for the moment. Things will change, I can’t do this forever, but right now it’s what I’m good at.

  I can stand next to a strange man, pretend that I like him and be his date. I can kiss him, touch him and maybe as the weeks go on, I’ll be able to disconnect from sex and be able to have sex with them too.

  Opening my bathroom door, I sigh as I walk over to my dresser. My room is bathed in darkness, the only light comes from a small light plugged into my wall. Tugging open the middle drawer, I reach for a pajama set.

  “I wouldn’t bother, babe,” a deep voice grunts.

  Dropping the pajamas, I let out a squeal as I turn around to see Taz lounging in my bed, his bare chest on display and the sheet pulled up to his waist, dangerously low. I have a sneaky suspicion he’s naked beneath it, too.

  “What are you doing in here?” I hiss, narrowing my eyes on him.

  He reaches over and flips on the bedside lamp. His eyes travel my entire, naked body, and although I should shrink back from his heated gaze, I still love the asshole and I can’t help but feel my belly clench the moment his dark eyes turn liquid.

  “I’m not sleeping in the same bed as your father and I don’t do sofas,” he says with a grin.

  “You’re not sleeping with me,” I snap. “You can take the floor.”

  Turning my back to him, I inhale through my nose, then let the exhale out slowly through my lips. Tugging my soft cotton nightie on, I bite my bottom lip when I feel it skim just below my ass and I reach for the matching panties.

  “Leave the panties, you won’t need them. Come to bed,” he murmurs.

  TAZ

  I watch her shoulders sag. She’s going to come to bed, slide between the sheets and I know without a doubt that she wants me. There has been something between us for the past three years, maybe longer for her, I’m not sure.

  All I know is that when Trista is around, nobody else fucking matters. She turns around, her eyes wide and almost scared looking. My cock stands at attention, loving the sweet expression she’s wearing.

  Gone is the bad bitch from earlier, though even that made me hard. I have a feeling no matter what mood Trista is in, my cock will always react. I dip my chin toward the bed and her feet move, carrying her toward me.

  I watch as she lifts her leg, her knee sinking into the mattress as she climbs into the bed. “You shouldn’t be in here,” she whispers.

  Reaching over, I turn the light off and move down the bed. Lifting one of my arms, I bend it and put it behind my head as I stare at the ceiling. Trista pulls the sheet up to her chin, her head resting on her pillow as well.

  “Is there really anywhere else I belong?” I ask.

  She sighs. “I’m sure there are a dozen other women who could answer that.”

  I hum, knowing she’s right, and yet she isn’t. Rolling on to my side, I look directly into her pretty blue eyes. Lifting my hand, I use the backs of my fingers and glide them down her cheeks. I watch as her eyelids float closed and she lets out a shaky breath.

  “Yeah, but they’d be wrong,” I rasp. “Always belonged with you, Trista. You fuckin’ call to me, babe.”

  Slowly she opens her eyes and something unreadable flashes in her gaze. “I call to you, but I can be nothing more than a fuck to you. I’ll never be your Old Lady, never be good enough for you to commit to. I’ll never be enough for you,” she whispers.

  It’s the same fucking bullshit a year later. I don’t get angry with her this time though. She’s hurting. I told her what I was capable of and she needs to accept that—accept me. If she doesn’t, she’s going to be constantly disappointed in her life, because I’m not going anywhere.

  Sliding my hand around the back of her neck, I tangle my fingers in her hair and grip her gently. Tugging her head back, I shift so that I’m closer to her, my body pressed against hers.

  “You know that you’re more, Trista. You’re more than any woman has ever been, will ever be.”

  She licks her lips, her blue eyes darkening with desire. I hide my surprise when she lifts her leg and hooks her thigh over my hip. She moves closer, pressing her chest against mine and her cunt along my hard dick.

  “You’ll never have me all to yourself, Taz. If you want to take pieces of me, if that’s all we can be, then you need to accept the fact that while you give yourself to others, I’ll be doing the same.”

  My fingers grip her hair tighter causing a hiss to escape her lips. Dipping my chin, I brush my lips across hers, my mouth staying pressed against her own, inhaling her, feeling her, and trying my hardest not to lose my shit on her.

  “That’s not how this works and you know it,” I grunt.

  I bite back a groan when I feel her palm against my cock. Her hips move, her pussy sliding up and down the underside of my dick, her hand moving up and down the front. It’s too fucking much, my eyelids flutter closed as I attempt to keep my control in check.

  “It works how I want it to work, Taz. You are not in control here. We’re not at your clubhouse right now,” she breathes.

  Leaning forward, I nip her bottom lip, biting her harder than I probably should before I lick the sting away. “Bitch, I’ll do whatever the fuck I want and you know that,” I whisper.

  She opens her mouth to respond, but I don’t let her. Driving my tongue inside of her mouth, I reach between us and wrap my fingers around her wrist. Rolling her on to her back, I slam her hand above her head and fit my hips between her warm thighs.

  Her other hand wraps around my shoulder, her nails digging into my skin and I groan into her mouth, shifting my hips and aligning my dick with her center. I should ease into her body, take her slowly, but I don’t.

  It’s been a year since I’ve had her and I’m an impatient fuck. Slamming into her, I lift my head with a grunt. She gasps, her eyes widening. My hand tightens around her wrist as my eyes search hers.

  “Fuck,” I hiss. “Fuck,” I repeat.

  She turns her head to the side. Slipping my hand from the back of her hair, I cup her cheek and force her to look at me. Her eyes well with unshed tears.

  “Babe,” I say, my voice husky and low, full of some kind of emotion that I can’t even decipher.

  Trista presses her lips together, her nostrils flaring as she inhales, then exhales through her nose.

  “Just fuck me,” she spits.

  Her blue eyes dance, but not in delight. I don’t know what she’s feeling right now, but I feel like a fucking prick. She wasn’t ready and swear to fuck she’s tighter than she was the last time I was inside of her.

  Pulling out of her, I decide that I can’t just fuck her, not like that. Sliding down her body, she tries to pull me back up, but I don’t let her. Th
rowing her legs over my shoulders, I lift my eyes to hers at the same time I flatten my tongue and taste her entire center.

  Her eyes widen, her hand slides through my hair and without another word, she tugs me closer and I make her come with my mouth, my eyes focused on hers and watching every fucking second as she allows herself to feel, to let go, to accept the pleasure that I can give her.

  When she comes, it’s silently, her entire body trembling beneath me. Flicking her clit one last time, I turn my head and touch my mouth to her thigh. My lips travel up the center of her body until I reach her mouth.

  Chapter Three

  TRISTA

  God.

  I thought he was going to split me in half when he slammed inside of me. I wasn’t ready, not at all. I don’t know why, or how, but when he realized that I was in pain his entire body locked up.

  Taz, the man who always takes and takes, he pulled out of me and crawled between my legs. He ate me until I came. As many times as we’ve fooled around in the past, that was one thing that he’s never done. Though, I don’t know why, he excels at it.

  Positioned above me, his hips between my thighs, his cock pressed against my center, Taz’s eyes search my own. His forearms cage in my head before he lowers his and slides his nose alongside my own.

  “Mine,” he grunts as he slowly sinks inside of me. Lifting my hands, I grip his shoulders as I shake my head.

  “No,” I whisper. “I’m not yours.”

  He chuckles, his lips against my own. “Yeah, babe you are, always have been.”

  He doesn’t let me respond, instead he presses his lips to mine at the same time he rolls his hips, his pelvis brushing my sensitive clit. There are no more words to say. He’s going to continue to argue with me and I’ll do the same. We’re at a stalemate, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.

  All thoughts completely vanish as he starts to fuck me. His thrusts go from languid and lazy to firm, hard, and each one is with purpose. That purpose is to make me come and quickly.

  Ripping my lips from his, my eyes roll in the back of my head as my body climbs toward a second release. Lifting my hips higher, I wrap my legs around his waist and slide my arms around his back to pull him closer.

  As irritated as I am at him, I wish that he could crawl inside of my body, he feels so amazing as he slides in and out of me.

  “Please,” I whimper. “I need more.”

  He grunts, a drop of sweat falling from his face to the center of my chest. His hips thrust faster, my entire body moving up the bed with each slam. I’m going to ache tomorrow, but I also can’t wait for that feeling, the feeling of how my body feels after Taz has ravished me. It’s been too long.

  When I come, it’s as quietly as possible, knowing my father is in the next room. Burying my face in Taz’s neck, I use him to muffle the sound of my release as I cry into his skin. He grunts again, his body losing every ounce of control until he buries himself to the hilt, his muscles clenching. I feel his cock twitch and then, for the first time ever, he fills me with his release.

  Something is different. I can feel the change in the air between us. Everything crackles and I know that something is not the way it was just moments ago. Taz shifts his fingers through my hair and gently tugs my face from his neck.

  His eyes, they’re black liquid and he looks down at me, almost tenderly. I’m not used to the expression and I find that I’m completely speechless. He grins, his eyes dancing as they search mine.

  “Don’t give a fuck what you got goin’ on here, babe. All I know is that you’re mine. Been mine. And you’ll stay mine.”

  I smirk, my eyes narrowing on him. These are words that I would have killed for a year ago. Words that I would have held on to like a lifeline. Words that no doubt would have been as worthless back then as they are now.

  “I’m not yours, Taz. I’m never going to be yours. I’m mine.”

  He shakes his head once, his lips touching mine as he thrusts his hips forward slightly. “Keep telling yourself that, babe. Fact is, I’ve been here all of two hours, I fucked you bare and came inside of you. Your body knows what it needs, even if your head is fighting the fuck out of it.”

  “You’re an asshole,” I snap.

  His lips twitch. “Yeah, I am.”

  Without another word, he pulls out of me. I try to roll away from him, but he doesn’t allow it. He wraps his arms around me, pulls me against his side and reaches down, pulling my thigh over his hips.

  “Taz,” I mutter. “I need to clean up.”

  He chuckles, sliding his hand down the center of my ass, then through my pussy. His fingers gently slide up and down, swirling my clit, before they dance through my slit. I can’t help it, the soft way he touches me, my hips shift and search for more.

  “Look at me, babe,” he murmurs.

  Tilting my head back, my hips continue to shift back and forth, his fingers never stopping their sweet torture.

  “Keeping my cum in you, babe. This is what we are. Fuckin’ beautiful, you filled with me, Trista.”

  “Taz,” I grunt.

  He grins, his finger continuing to work. My hips jerk and shift, my body already searching for its next release. His lips twitch into a full-on smile. His mouth touches mine, his tongue sliding across the seam of my lips.

  “You’ll come around, babe. I’m not letting you walk away from me again. Thought you needed your freedom. You’re young as fuck, but you don’t need that. You need me.”

  I whimper against his mouth. “You’ll break me,” I breathe. His fingers speed up, drawing my orgasm closer and closer to the edge.

  “Yeah, I know I will. Nothing you can’t handle, babe. You were made for this life, made for me.”

  “What if I don’t want it,” I rasp.

  He pinches my clit, his growl filling the room as my thighs begin to tremble. “You’ll take it, Trista. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

  Goddamn it.

  I come.

  “Not that good,” I breathe after I catch my breath.

  Taz snorts, his lips brushing mine again. “Yeah, babe. You are. Which is why this shit will work. It’ll be fucking perfect, you’ll see. You were never meant to leave us. I just didn’t want to tie you down to me, a man twenty years older than you, but I’m doing it now.”

  “You won’t claim me, Taz. Stop making empty promises.”

  “I’ll do what I need to, not only to keep you safe, but to keep you mine.”

  TAZ

  Holding Trista against my side, I wonder why I told her I’d claim her. I could tell her that it was only in the moment. That I don’t want to make her an Old Lady, that I just want her to be exclusive to me, for me. She’s too young to keep for more than some fun in bed. Isn’t she?

  My brain moves a million miles a minute and as I fall asleep, it’s restless. I don’t feel like I sleep even a wink when a scream comes from outside of the bedroom door. Rolling away from Trista, I grab my piece from her nightstand and haul ass out the bedroom door, my gun cocked and ready.

  Pointing my weapon at the screaming woman standing just a few feet away, I blink. She has her back to me, standing a few feet into the bedroom, and Hawk is standing with his hands up in a surrender position.

  “Quiet,” I bark harshly.

  She spins around, her eyes colliding with the barrel of my gun and thankfully she snaps her lips closed. Then, as if by instinct, her gaze dips down to my bare cock and she stumbles backward a step.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” Hawk curses from behind her. “Put your goddamn cock away.”

  Smirking, I don’t take my eyes off of the woman in front of me. She must be Trista’s roommate. I take her in for a moment. She’s fake from head to toe, every single part of her has been altered in some way, but it doesn’t look bad on her, she’s classy as fuck.

  Instantly, I know she’s the one who has talked Trista into changing her own body and instantly, I hate her. While Trista looks and feels fucking phenomenal, she didn’t
need to do a damn fucking thing. She was perfect the way that she was.

  The room is bathed in silence while the roommate and I size one another up. She’s a hot piece, but she’s nothing fucking special. The bitch tilts her head to the side, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips.

  “You must be one of Trista’s hometown boys,” she mutters. “I’m guessing, Taz?”

  “Is everything okay?” Trista asks from behind me.

  Looking back over my shoulder, I can’t help but smile at the sight of Trista in my t-shirt. “Seems your roomie came home early.” I grin.

  “Want to put your gun away?” the roommate asks, full of goddamn attitude.

  “And your fuckin’ cock,” Hawk growls again. “I didn’t say shit when you disappeared, but the last thing I want to do is see you naked coming from my daughter’s goddamn room,” he retorts.

  I lift a brow, my lips twitching up into a smirk. Turning my back to them, I wrap my arm around Trista’s waist and crush my mouth against hers in a hard, owning kiss.

  Hawk may be her biological father, but he has zero fucking rights to warn me away from her. Not after the hell he left her in and the way he vanished from the club for two decades. Breaking the kiss, I take a step back before I brush past her to get my jeans.

  I hear rising voices, as I pull my pants up my legs, zipping them up, but leaving the top button undone before I make my way back to the group of people who have moved from the hall into the living room.

  Hawk and Trista are in a stare down, the roommate’s gaze is flicking back and forth and all speaking stops as soon as I enter the room. Clearing my throat, I cross my arms over my chest and look at all three of them.

  “I’m Avah, by the way,” the roommate announces, taking a step toward me. She holds out her hand and looks down, then lifts her gaze back up to meet mine.

  “Taz,” I grunt.

  She rolls her eyes, dropping her hand to the side, then turns to face Trista. “So how long should we be prepared for your guests to stay?” she asks.