UnTouch Me (Savage Beast MC Book 5)

by Hayley Faiman

  She shakes her head once, her hands sliding around my shoulders as she pulls herself even closer to me. Fuck, I didn’t think I could be this close to another person and fuck me, but I like it.

  “You are both of those, but you’re Taz too. When you’re out there, that’s who you are.”

  I let out a grunt. “No, babe. Even out there, I’m your devil or Ridge. No more Taz. You get more from me, and that’s one way that I’m giving it to you.”

  “Why?”

  My lips twitch. “Why?”

  “Yeah.”

  Brushing my lips across hers, I nip her bottom lip. “Because you’re my Old Lady, Trista. Been mine since you were nineteen. I’m trying to do this the right way, the way you deserve. You’re more than just some whore bouncing on my cock, you get the real me, you do not get Taz. That fuck doesn’t deserve to even look at you, let alone have you as his own.”

  Her lips curve up into a smile, then without a response, she presses them against mine and slides that sweet tongue into my mouth. I let her control the kiss for a few seconds, then I take over.

  My cock twitches as she rubs her sticky tits all over my chest. With a grunt, I break the kiss. “Climb up on my face, babe. Fuck my face, then I’m going to fuck that pussy and make you ache the rest of the night.”

  Her body trembles against mine. “It already does, Ridge,” she breathes.

  I snort. “Good. Let me taste that cunt, babe.”

  “You’re such an ass,” she whispers.

  Shifting my body, I lay down on my back, then gently wrap my hands around the backs of her knees and tug them forward to straddle my hips.

  “All the way up, Trista. I want to taste that sweet cunt. My sweet cunt.”

  Trista does as I demand. She crawls up my body. She straddles my face and I grin, looking up at her cum-stained tits and stomach.

  Mine.

  Filthy and sweet, but mine. Wrapping my hands around her hips, I dig my fingers into her flesh and tug her down.

  My tongue slides across her center, finding her sweet sensitive clit. Keeping my eyes on hers, I taste her.

  It doesn’t take long for her inhibitions to disappear and then she does what I need her to, she fucks my face. She feels. She takes. She fucking makes herself all mine as she gives her body over to me, just feeling.

  Chapter Fifteen

  TRISTA

  Eventually, I force myself out of bed, but mainly because I’m starving. I don’t know when Ridge left the bed, but as I slide my hand over to his side, I find it’s warm so I know it hasn’t been too long.

  Gathering my things, I walk slowly and a little bow-legged to the bathroom. Starting the shower, I take a little longer than I normally would. Not only do I spend time shaving my legs, but I also make sure all my two thousand body parts are squeaky clean as well.

  Dressing in a pair of shorts and a tank top, I slip my feet into a pair of sandals before running my fingers through my wet hair and make my way down to the kitchen.

  The clubhouse is kind of empty as I arrive, but that doesn’t shock me. The daylight hours are usually not these guys time to shine, they tend to stay up all night long instead.

  Slipping into the kitchen, I’m not really paying attention to anything as I focus on the fridge and nothing else. I need food.

  “You know, when he had me in that ammo room, his mouth all over my body, I knew why you wanted to keep him for yourself. When he’s all fired up, that man is a force to be reckoned with,” Sable says, sounding bored behind me.

  Closing my eyes, I remind myself that this is what some clubwhores do. I also remind myself that this is what some brothers do. She could be telling me the truth. Odds are even if she is lying, there is an element of truth to her words.

  Reaching for a package of tortillas, the carton of eggs, and sliced cheese, I gather the items in my arms before I straighten my spine and ignore the bitch on my way to the stove. There is already a skillet waiting and I glance at it, glad to see that it appears clean.

  I gather a bowl and break a couple of eggs, still ignoring the woman who is still somewhere behind me.

  “Are you trying to make it all disappear? That’s cute.” She laughs softly.

  “I’m not trying to make anything disappear. I just don’t give a fuck what you’re saying to me.” I shrug as I slowly turn around to face her.

  She’s got a tube top on and it’s pulled down much farther than it needs to be. There are bite marks on the flesh of her tits that she’s showing off and I’m sure they’re from Taz, which is her entire reason for being here.

  “So, you’re here to show me that you weaseled your way into the ammo room, you came on to him and he bit your tit?” I ask.

  She blinks, her eyes wide in surprise before she places her bitch mask back in place. “We can work together here, Trista. I think you’re beautiful. I would love to work with you on making him happy, on keeping him yours and satisfied.”

  “And you get what out of it? You get to be an Old Lady, or at least have Old Lady privileges?” I ask, arching a brow.

  She shrugs a shoulder, attempting to look demure. I know better than that. I’ve been around these whores for years, hell my own mother was a brand of whore and so am I. There is no hiding her underlying plans from me.

  Plus, I don’t like vagina, so all this attempting to get me to bow down to her is fruitless. I’m not licking her snatch and if I wanted a woman to lick mine, she would not be my first choice.

  “I hate to break it to you, Sable, but it’s not going to happen,” I say, not even allowing her to speak.

  She opens her mouth, but I hold my hand up to shut her up. “If I wanted a woman with us, I would choose a professional. Do you think that I would pick a clubwhore when my best friend is the highest paid escort in Los Angeles? Wake the fuck up. I don’t want you, Taz doesn’t want you, and you are behaving desperately which really isn’t all that attractive. When you become less attractive, then the other men here won’t want you either and you’ll find yourself… poof, gone.”

  Turning my back to her, I begin to beat the eggs that are in my bowl. Adding them to the skillet, I completely ignore her standing behind me. I know that she wants me to turn around, she has more shit to spew, but I’m not going to wait and I don’t want to hear it.

  I am, however, going to have a little chat with Ridge. Whatever this is he has going on with her, I know that he’s promised me it’s over, but I want to make it very clear that it’s really over.

  I won’t be in some kind of competition with this woman, or any woman here. I’ll go back to Los Angeles, broken heart in tow before I’ll do that.

  Eventually, after I continue to ignore her, she thankfully leaves me alone to make my breakfast. When I’m finished, I throw the skillet in the sink after placing my egg and cheese quesadilla on a plate.

  “Smells good, babe,” Ridge’s deep voice rumbles as he presses his front to my back. I close my eyes as his lips touch the side of my neck. “How long you been up? I was trying to let you sleep.”

  Smiling, I turn my head and touch my lips to his. “Not long, but long enough,” I whisper.

  “Long enough?”

  “Your whore came in here to announce that you fucked her in the ammo room, even showed me her bite mark on her tit,” I say, keeping my voice as calm as possible.

  Inside, I’m raging. Saying the words aloud makes me want to scream. I want to give him rules, I want to pull that bitch’s hair out. I want to tell him that he’s a stupid piece of shit for even looking at her, let alone allowing any part of his body to touch hers.

  I don’t do or say any of the things that I want to. Instead, with my food and plate in hand, I turn around and tilt my head back, coolly look into his eyes, and wait. He frowns, his brows knitting together as he looks down at me.

  “Before I went to get you yesterday, she came, unauthorized, into the ammo room. She came on to me. I almost let my physical reaction take over my good sense,” he admits, then sh
ifts his hips against mine.

  His hard length presses against my belly and I can’t stop my reaction to his body. My eyelids drop at the same time my lips do as well and I just stare up into his liquid eyes.

  Ridge takes my food from my hand, drops it on the plate, then shifts the plate from my hand to the countertop. He dips his chin, his eyes close, his lips closer. My breath hitches as he touches his mouth to mine, but doesn’t kiss me.

  “Branding you tonight, Trista. But I’m going one step farther. I’m getting your name inked on my skin. And when your brand is healed, you’ll have my name inked on yours too, my real fuckin’ name. This isn’t something that is fleeting. I’ve made my decision. I’m keeping you.”

  I inhale a soft breath, then release it as I lift my arms and wrap my fingers around his biceps. “You do this, you brand me, you mark me, and I’m keeping you, Ridge. That means I’ll kill any bitch you don’t have permission to fuck, just like you’ll kill any man that I don’t have permission to let inside of my body. It works both ways and I’m young, but Savannah was my mother therefore, I’m not weak.”

  “Fuck,” he hisses, sliding his lips across my own. “Makes me hard as fuck when you get jealous. I like it more than I thought possible.”

  I open my mouth to speak, but he doesn’t let me. His head slants and his tongue fills me immediately, forcing me to swallow my words. I’m fine with that, a moan escapes my mouth and he swallows it down while he consumes me in the clubhouse kitchen, again.

  TAZ

  “Christ, can you keep your dick in your pants for five goddamn minutes,” Hawk shouts from the entrance to the kitchen.

  For the record, my dick is technically in my pants. Even if Trista’s hand is down said pants with my dick in her perfect grasp.

  I let out a grunt and rearrange myself before taking a step to the side. Trista hops off of the counter and as cool as a goddamn cucumber, she picks up her plate and takes a couple of steps toward her father.

  “Did you need me?” she asks.

  He lifts his chin in a jerk, his eyes looking over her shoulder at me with a glare. “Yeah, alone,” he grumbles before he turns his body away and starts to stalk out of the room.

  Trista turns her head and looks at me from over her shoulder. Her lips turn up into a small smile before she lets out a wink.

  I watch her sweet ass sway with each step she takes farther away from me. A few moments later, Sable slips into the room. Her eyes are focused on me, then they flick down to my aching cock before her lips curve up into a shit-eating grin.

  “Do you need me?” she purrs.

  “Nope. I don’t need a goddamn thing. You do not exist to me,” I snap.

  Her hips sway as she walks toward me, making it perfectly fucking clear what she’s about with each step she takes. The top she’s wearing shows off far more of her tits than is decent, my eyes can’t look away, even as hard as I try.

  Then, before I’ve realized what’s happened, she tugs that top down and exposes herself for me. I tilt my head to the side, watching as she cups her tits, then pinches her nipples as a way to entice me.

  It should.

  However, it doesn’t.

  Not only is my dick completely satisfied, I know that touching this bitch would truly hurt Trista. If I want to play with someone else, Trista probably wouldn’t give much of a fuck, but she would if it was Sable.

  I’m not going there. I’m a goddamn adult, closer to fifty than I am thirty, and though I haven’t needed to practice it much in my life, I do have self-control.

  “Are you sure I don’t exist?” she asks, lowering her voice before she sticks her bottom lip out in a pout.

  Arching a brow, I curl my lip. Pushing off of the counter, I take a step toward her and don’t miss the way her eyes dance as she thinks that I’m going to give her what she wants. She’s going to leave this room dissatisfied, and that thought causes me to smirk.

  Sidestepping her, my body slams against the side of hers. I don’t even spare her a sideways glance before I speak.

  “You don’t fuckin’ exist, bitch. You talk to my woman again and I’ll make sure your life here is goddamn miserable. You’ll wish we would drop you off at the edge of town by the time I’m done with you,” I growl.

  “You don’t hurt women,” she announces.

  Turning toward her, my lips turn up into my own shit-eating grin. “You don’t know us very well do you, Sable? I wouldn’t test your little fuckin’ theory, you won’t like the results.”

  Without another word, I turn from her and make my way outside. I should be getting one of my shipments in today and I don’t have time for petty bullshit. Besides, I’m going to brand Trista as mine tonight. I have a busy goddamn day.

  On my way to the armory, I stop when I see Trista and Hawk in a stare down. I take a step near them, but a hand clamps down on my shoulder. Spinning around, I see Dragon’s gray gaze directed toward me.

  “Talk?”

  Jerking my chin, I reluctantly follow him toward his office. Once we’re alone inside, and I’ve locked the door behind us, I make my way to the chair and sink down in it.

  “Donkey Punchers have made contact,” he says, clearing his throat.

  “Yeah? And?”

  Dragon leans back, his eyes searching my own. I wait for directions from him. I’m not really sure what he wants from me. He arches a brow, then shakes his head once.

  “They want your head for daring to show yourself in their territory. They had their charter president in California call me. Luckily, for you, I don’t take kindly to threats and I don’t believe in handing my man over because he fucking rode through a territory and didn’t even stop long enough to take a shit, let alone start anything.”

  “What now?”

  He licks his lips before they turn into a small smile. “Now, we prep for war. I don’t think they’ll go there. It was a pride thing more than anything.”

  “Men have killed for a lot less than pride,” I point out.

  Dragon snorts. “No fuckin’ shit, right?”

  Something crosses his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he sits forward and lets out a sigh. “What we need to do is stock up. You got our backs on that?”

  It’s my turn to smile. “Brother, I started a list yesterday. We got this. I got this. My order has been placed for our personal supply and should be here within the week. Whether it’s the Punchers or that fucker Ramos, I will not fail in this. We will be supplied.”

  He nods his head a couple of times as if he’s letting that information soak in, then he tilts his head to the side, obviously not finished asking me questions.

  “You’re branding her?” he asks.

  “You know that I am.”

  “What I want to know is that she agrees. She’s good with all of this. She’s not just some bitch, she’s a daughter of the club.”

  My head jerks in a sharp nod. “She’s good. Making her honest, it’s time for me to settle. She’s the one I choose to settle with. Nobody else out there could be better.”

  “Just because she’s a daughter, or because she’s who you want?”

  Standing, I lean over his desk, placing my fists on the scarred wood. “Because she’s mine, Dragon. You of all people should understand that.”

  “You love her,” he simply states.

  Inhaling through my nose, I let the breath out slowly. “Not your goddamn business, but yeah, I fell in love with her three years ago and I never fuckin’ stopped.”

  “Good.” He grins. “Go brand that bitch as yours.”

  “Plannin’ on it.” I smirk as I straighten my back, then dip my chin. “Thanks for the goddamn permission, Pres.”

  He lifts his hand and flips me off, causing us both to laugh. Leaving him alone in his office, I head toward the last place I saw my woman. Hawk is bellied up to the bar, but she’s nowhere to be seen.

  Frowning, I walk up to the bar next to Hawk. Lifting my hand, I signal to the prospect for a beer.
One appears almost immediately, lifting it to my lips, I take a long pull then let out a hiss as it slides down my throat.

  “You’re brandin’ my daughter tonight,” Hawk announces.

  “I am,” I say, keeping my focus straight ahead.

  There’s a moment of silence and I think he’s done with whatever this is, but he isn’t. He clears his throat, then turns to face me. Slowly, I turn my own head to look over at him, arching a brow as I wait for him to say whatever the fuck is on his mind.

  “You don’t deserve her,” he spits. Dipping my chin, I acknowledge his words, waiting for him to continue. “Nobody else here will protect her the way that you will. Also, nobody else can hurt her the way that you can. Remember that shit.”

  “I will,” I rasp.

  He stands, his eyes never leaving mine. “Fucked up with her, don’t spend your life drowning in regret the way that I have. In the end, pride don’t mean very fuckin’ much, remember that. Also, if you hurt her, in any fucking way, I will kill you.”

  He turns his back to me and walks away. I watch his retreating form. I stand there longer than I should. My body jerks when I feel someone slide an arm around my middle.

  Turning my head, I tilt my chin down to see Trista at my side. She’s changed into a sexy little black dress, she’s wearing makeup and her hair is curled. Sliding my hand up her back, I tug on her long hair gently.

  “Babe?”

  “I wanted to look a little nicer since you were claiming me in front of your whole club tonight,” she says with a big smile.

  “Fuck,” I groan. “Gonna have a chubby the whole goddamn time, babe.”

  Her lips curl up into a grin. “Why don’t I help you with that really quick before it gets started?”

  My lips twitch and I shake my head. Yeah, this is gonna work out really fucking well between us. Lowering my chin, I touch my mouth to the top of her head.

  “After your skin is burned with my brand, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk right for a week. I’m saving my stamina.”