UnTouch Me (Savage Beast MC Book 5)

by Hayley Faiman

  Wearing nothing but a white tank top and a pair of white cotton panties, a dark-haired girl looks up at us. She’s got a book in her hands, her face is without makeup, but her body is also without bruises.

  “Ana,” Dragon begins. She jerks her chin up, crossing her arms beneath her small tits and presses her lips together. “Your brother has finally made contact.” Her eyes widen and her lips part slightly.

  “You look surprised by that,” Dragon continues.

  Her mouth snaps closed and she shakes her head once. She is though, surprised by her brother making contact. That means that she figured either he was dead or knows he doesn’t give a fuck about her. I’m putting money on the latter.

  “You need to tell us what he would do if he was backed in a corner. He has my woman’s best friend. She’s innocent. He was coming after my woman and when he didn’t find her, he grabbed her roommate. She has no ties to this at all, even lives in another state,” I explain.

  “I want Gator and Maria,” she whispers. “I’ll talk if they’re here.”

  Eagle growls. My eyes widen and I wonder what in the fuck is going on. Gator, Maria, and Mamba are part of a threesome, a very committed to just the three of them, threesome.

  “Call Mamba, get them all down here,” Dragon barks. “I want to know what the fuck this is about.”

  Ana shakes her head. “It’s not about anything other than they are the only people I feel comfortable around,” she says.

  Taking a step forward, I tilt my head to the side as I hear Eagle talking in hushed tones on the phone. Clearing my throat, my eyes roam over the practically naked girl. She’s completely helpless, totally at our mercy, and yet, she is completely full of fire. I admire that, she reminds me of Trista.

  “How old are you?” I ask.

  She shifts her gaze to the side, then brings it back to meet my own. “Eighteen,” she whispers.

  Shaking my head once, I lift my hand and slide my fingers through my hair. “You’re a strong one, girl. Stay that way.”

  “I’ve had to be. My father insisted that all of his children were strong and if you weren’t, he made you that way.”

  I dip my chin, then take a step back just in time for Mamba, Gator, and Maria to waltz into the room. Luckily, they were all at the party last night, so we didn’t have to wait long for them to make their way here.

  Seems they just rolled out of bed, too. Gator and Mamba are shirtless aside from their cuts, and Maria is braless beneath her tight black tank. Usually, my eyes would linger, but we don’t have time for that today.

  “She won’t talk without Gator and Maria, wanna explain?” Dragon asks, shifting his attention from Ana to the trio.

  Gator clears his throat, at the same time Maria does as well. “It’s not what you think,” she whispers.

  Chapter Nineteen

  TAZ

  “Care to explain it to us then?” Dragon asks, repeating his question.

  Gator steps in front of her, as though he’s trying to protect her, but there’s no need, at least not yet. Mamba shakes his head and lifts his hand to the back of his neck, massaging the tension that is no doubt gathering there.

  “Maria doesn’t have a lot of friends here. Esther is busy, hell, everyone is busy. She took Ana under her wing. They’ve become friends, it’s nothing sexual,” Mamba announces.

  “So, are you trying to ask or say something?” Dragon asks.

  “Can she stay?”

  Dragon’s eyes widen and all of our gazes swing to the girl in the bed. Her head is dropped, her hands are now in her lap and she’s wringing them together.

  “Look at me, girl,” Dragon grunts.

  She lifts her head, immediately, her eyes finding his as her teeth sink into the corner of her bottom lip.

  “You want to stay here? You know there’s only one way to live at this clubhouse, right?”

  She nods. “I do,” she admits. “I don’t want it, not unless you need me for that. I would just like to live in this town, maybe have the protection of your club against my brother.”

  “Why would we protect you against your own family?” I ask.

  Her gaze flicks from Dragon to me, then to Gator. “My father was evil, but my brother is worse. He makes it his mission to be the meanest, nastiest human on this earth. If he takes me, he’ll sell me to the highest bidder. He has already tried, but my father stopped him, hoping that I would make a marriage match that would benefit him somehow.”

  “You’ll tell us everything we need to know and in exchange, you only want protection and freedom?” Dragon asks.

  She nods, her dark eyes flicking from Dragon to me, then finally landing on her half-brother, Eagle.

  “I would like to be free, but if I cannot be, if you would need my body, I would gladly use it to pay the price of my freedom. Here it seems as though your women aren’t abused. They all seem healthy and happy enough.”

  “Lucky for you, we aren’t the Sinister Skulls.” I chuckle.

  The others join in, except for Maria, who did spend plenty of time with those guys. Maria takes a step forward, then turns around to look at us.

  “Sending her to Bones at the Skulls wouldn’t be a bad idea. He’s a good man and Angel wouldn’t find her there.”

  “They’ve been patched over,” Mamba grunts.

  Dragon doesn’t speak right away. I can practically see the wheels turning in his head. “It wouldn’t. He’s going to expect to see proof of life when he arrives. We need Trista’s roommate back, unharmed.”

  “Can you help us?” Maria asks. “After that, they’ll send you to New Mexico. It’s less than an hour from here, but you’ll be safe, no matter what happens.”

  Ana dips her chin, her gaze lifting to meet ours. “Yes,” she whispers. “For protection from my brother, from my family, I will do what you ask.”

  My lips turn up into a smirk.

  “Good,” Dragon says. “Get her dressed. She’s no longer a prisoner.” He pauses then shifts his gaze to meet Ana’s. “You’re not free either. You’ll stay in this clubhouse, you will not leave the building. You will not talk on the phone, to anyone. You get caught and I don’t give a fuck what I’ve promised you or your fucked-up brother, I will kill you myself.”

  Ana jerks her chin. “Understood,” she whispers.

  Dragon leaves and I follow suit. The rest of these people can deal with little Ana Ramos. I have a woman I need to go and check on. Dragon stops in front of me before we get too far down the hallway. He looks behind me, then shifts his gaze back to meet my own.

  “I hope we can trust her,” he rasps.

  “We don’t really have much of a choice,” I shrug.

  He nods once, his gaze coming back to meet my own. “I know. That’s what bothers me,” he mumbles. “I don’t know Maria well, so all of this has me on edge.”

  Nodding my head, I let out a sigh. “I know. Do you want me to call Bones, have him bring personnel and firepower backup with him?”

  “Yeah, get his ass here. I want at least ten of his guys, plenty of weapons. I don’t know what to expect with Angel, but I have a feeling he’s cocky enough that he may come alone.”

  “Let’s hope he does.”

  “No shit,” Dragon grunts as he tosses Trista’s phone back to me.

  “Let me know when you need me.”

  Dragon chuckles. “Go fuck your woman.”

  “Plannin’ on it, and often.” I grin before lifting my hand and jog away from him.

  Before I head toward our room, I stop behind the bar and grab a few beers and a couple bottles of water. A throat clears from across the bar top and I lift my eyes to see Sable sitting there. Fuck, the bitch just doesn’t stop. She’s smiling at me, her top showing off her tits.

  Gathering my shit, I take a step back and start to walk away from her and the bar. “Taz?” she calls out.

  Looking at her from over my shoulder, I frown, waiting for her to say whatever it is she’s all fired up to say.

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nbsp; “Just to say, when you’re ready for someone else, you know where to find me. That blowjob was cute, but we all know that she won’t be enough to satisfy you for long. I’ll be right here, ready to give you what you need.

  “She doesn’t have enough to satisfy you, no one woman does. I understand that. I’m not trying to take you from her. You’ve made your choice and that’s fine, but just keep in mind, I’ll always welcome you in my bed, in my body.”

  Without saying anything else, she slips from the barstool and saunters away from me. I try to shake her words off, but something ugly is planted inside of me.

  She’s not wrong. I’ve never been able to just have one woman. I’ve always, always, strayed.

  I don’t know why I think that this could be different, but I’m sure as hell going to try to make it that way, not just for Trista, but for me too. I want more out of life and I know without a doubt that the woman meant to give me more is Trista.

  TRISTA

  I’ve showered, treated the wound on my ass and decide to head down to the bar. I don’t necessarily want a drink, but I’m really tired of hanging out in Ridge’s dirty ass room.

  Granted, I’ve cleaned up quite a bit, but there is nothing you can do about some of the stains, they are there forever.

  Ridge is nowhere to be seen. Glancing around, I spot Sable sitting on the edge of the pool table, her legs crossed as they swing back and forth. She turns her head, her long black hair flowing down her back.

  I watch her for a moment. She’s beautiful. I hate to admit that, even to myself. She laughs, her husky voice floating around the room. I understand why everyone wants her. Hell, when she was coming on to me, I can’t deny that I didn’t want to experiment, just once.

  Shaking my head, I shift my gaze to try and find Ridge. He’s nowhere to be seen. Pressing my lips together, I take a step forward, then another until I make my way out of the back of the clubhouse.

  I know I’m not supposed to go outside at all, but outside is exactly where I find him. He’s sitting on the top of a picnic table, his feet resting on the seat.

  Frowning, I take a step toward him as he brings a beer bottle to his lips. I watch as he takes a pull, then the liquid works down his throat and I sigh at the sexy sight. Wordlessly, I make my way toward him.

  He doesn’t even flinch when I climb up and hiss as I sit down next to him. He’s got a joint held up to his lips and I let out a sigh of relief when he passes it over to me. Closing my eyes, I take a hit before I pass it back and tilt my head so that it’s resting on his shoulder.

  “Want to talk to me?” I ask, keeping my voice low.

  Ridge doesn’t speak right away. He keeps his gaze straight ahead, alternating between hits of weed and hits of beer. Pressing my lips together, I patiently wait for him to tell me what he’s thinking.

  I feel like I know him pretty well, but we haven’t been completely honest and together long enough for me to be able to read his thoughts yet.

  “I halfway tried to be faithful once before. Didn’t work out. Not just because I have a large appetite, but mainly because I am a guy who goes for what’s in front of him and honestly, you can’t be in front of me all the time.”

  “So, you’re telling me you won’t be able to control your impulses, even though you’ve told me that you can. You’re an adult man, Ridge. Please don’t feed me that horseshit,” I snap.

  He shrugs a shoulder, bringing his bottle to his lips. “She got to you, right?”

  Ridge’s gaze finally shifts to me and he lifts a brow. I look at him with zero emotion on my face, he doesn’t deserve to know how badly his words hurt. Inhaling a deep breath, I let it out with a long exhaled sigh.

  “I don’t care. Fine. Fuck it. You want to put your dick inside that nasty whore. Be my goddamn guest,” I shout. “But mark my words, you won’t put any part of your body that’s been inside of her near me. I’ll go back to LA. This shit is almost finished anyway.”

  Standing from the table, I start to take a step down from the bench when Taz’s arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me over his lap.

  A shout escapes my lips when I feel the cotton dress I’m wearing slide up my thighs, exposing my entire bare ass to whoever is around the outside of the clubhouse. He wrenches the bandage off of my wound in one swift move and he grabs ahold of me there. I scream as I turn my head and look up to him, tears streaming down my face.

  “Ridge,” I whimper.

  His face is red, fury rolling throughout his entire body. “You don’t take this from me. You don’t even goddamn threaten to take this from me. I own you, bitch. You. Are. Mine. I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like that, if you hate me, I don’t give a fuck about any of it.

  “You’re mine and this is where you’re staying. Don’t ever tell me that you’re leaving again, I won’t have that fuckin’ shit. Got it?” he barks.

  My body jerks, tears stream down my face. I can’t hold them in, my ass is on fire. “I got it,” I whimper. “I got it,” I repeat.

  He finally releases my ass and my breath comes out in a whoosh as my body trembles with radiating pain. He gently tugs my skirt back over my ass, then turns me around in his arms and cradles me. He cups the back of my head and shoves my face against his neck.

  Ridge holds me while I cry, it’s comforting. I really wish that it wasn’t, but having him hold me feels amazing, even when I’m pissed the fuck off at him. When my tears stop falling, he eventually releases me.

  Scrambling from his hold, I smooth down my hair and my skirt before I lift my eyes to meet his. “I won’t leave. I know what this brand means and I allowed it, I even welcomed it. I love you and that doesn’t change. But if you think that my love for you stays true even when you fuck every whore in town, you’ve got another thing coming. I’ll be your Old Lady, but you won’t have all of me, you’ll lose me bit by bit, fuck by fuck every time you’re with someone other than me.”

  Turning away from him, I expect him to call out to me as I walk away. He doesn’t. Leaving him sitting on that fucking bench, I go back inside. The clubhouse bar is quiet when I enter, no doubt having heard every single thing that we said to one another.

  Sable’s eyes find mine and I know she can see that I’ve been crying. Her lips curve up into an evil fucking smile and she winks. Lifting my hand, I flip her off before I stomp back into my prison room.

  Chapter Twenty

  TAZ

  “You’re a dick.” Silver chuckles from next to me.

  It’s been a few hours since I had my moment with Trista. I let my thoughts take over, they consumed me and the fear of what truly committing to her meant took over. She caught me at the wrong time. The sun has set, and yet I’m still smoking and drinking, my ass still planted on the top of the picnic table.

  “Yeah,” I snort. “Been that way for a while now.”

  There’s a moment of silence before I hear Silver light up next to me. “Yeah, we gotta be that sometimes. We have to be soft sometimes too,” he says.

  “Been too soft. That’s the shit that got me here. Promised too much,” I croak.

  He shakes his head, taking one of my beers and lifts it to his lips. “Yeah, we gotta promise shit too. Sometimes we’ll break those promises, but most of the time we won’t.”

  “She wants too much.”

  “Fidelity?”

  “Yup.”

  He chuckles. “They all want that. No matter how bad of a bitch they are, they want it. Hell, even Maria wants it with Mamba and Gator.”

  Nodding, I lift my eyes and look up at the stars that litter the night sky. “How do you do it? How do you suddenly stop being who you are and start being this man, this man who only belongs to one woman?”

  Silver jumps down from the table, I watch as he lifts his hand to the back of his neck and massages it for a moment before his gaze lifts to meet mine.

  “You just become what she needs, brother. You love her enough that you do that. Your reward will be so much fucking bigger t
han the sacrifice. Trust me.”

  He turns and walks away from me. I watch him go, then decide he’s pussy whipped, but even though he is, he’s happy as fuck about it. I should be happy too. I finally got what I wanted. I got Trista right where I want her after a year of fucking faceless women and jacking my cock only thinking of her.

  Shaking my head, I slide off of the table as well. I sway, chuckling at how high and drunk I am. I shouldn’t be, but sitting down fucks with you when you haven’t eaten and you keep drinking and smoking. Slowly, I make my way inside of the clubhouse. Bypassing the bar, I walk straight toward my room.

  Reaching for the handle, I turn it and push my way inside. Slamming the door behind me, I let my eyes adjust to the dark and find her on the bed. She’s curled in a ball, wearing one of my shirts, but she’s not asleep. Her blue eyes are pointed right at me.

  Stripping out of my clothes, I leave them all in a messy pile on the floor before I climb up from the bottom of the bed.

  Sliding my hand from her ankle, my fingers graze her calf, her thigh, the side of her ass then slip up her shirt and dance their way toward her tit. Gripping her soft flesh, I reach for her peaked nipple, pinching, then tugging as my lips touch the side of her neck.

  “Go away,” she breathes as her ass shifts to press against my hard cock.

  I hum against her skin. “Never, beautiful.”

  “I’m pissed at you,” she moans as I continue to play with her tit and nipple.

  My tongue slides up the side of her neck, then my teeth nip her earlobe. “Yeah, I was a dick,” I admit.

  “I’m on top,” she softly states.

  “Yeah, figure you need that.”

  Lying on my back, I hold my breath as she shimmies out of her panties and shirt, then straddles my hips. Her fingers wrap around my cock as she aligns her pussy with the head of my dick. Slowly, her eyes connected to mine, she sinks down along my cock, her pussy wet and ready for me.