UnTouch Me (Savage Beast MC Book 5)

by Hayley Faiman

  Releasing my grip on the back of her hair, I wrap my fingers around the backs of her knees and spread her wide. “Free me,” I demand, my mouth still working her neck, tasting every inch of her exposed skin that I can.

  Within seconds, my cock is freed and her small hand grips me, stroking me once before she guides me toward her center, obviously knowing exactly what I want and giving it to me without delay.

  Grunting, I bury myself inside of her to the hilt. “Yes,” she hisses.

  Pushing her legs wider, I look between us as I pull out of her slightly, then bury myself inside again. I watch as she takes me. Her pussy stretches to accommodate my size, my cock glistening with her wetness. It’s so fucking pretty, watching my dick slide in and out of her waiting body.

  “Ridge?”

  “Quiet,” I grunt. “Fuck. If you could see how goddamn beautiful this was, Tris. If you could see just how your body takes me, the way you stretch. It’s breathtaking.”

  Her hands grip my shoulders, tugging me closer to her. Lifting my head, I look into her blue eyes. “Fuck me, my devil. Fuck me like you mean it.”

  Her words cause my entire body to jerk. My cock twitches and my lips curve up into a smile. I do exactly what she demands. Holding her legs spread wide, her back against the concrete wall, I fuck her against the clubhouse.

  I fuck her harder than I ever have, my body slamming against hers with each thrust of my hips. She cries out, practically screaming as I lose all control of myself. I feel her cunt flutter and squeeze me as she comes, but I don’t stop. I can’t.

  This isn’t about making love right now, this is about my ownership of her, my slipping control in all aspects of our relationship, of my fucking life. I can feel her nails digging into my shoulder from over the top of my leather, but it only spurs me on faster, harder.

  My orgasm rushes through me, taking me by surprise. Slamming inside of her one last time, I bury my face in her neck as I let out a roar and my cock fills her with my release. I stay where I am, attempting to catch my breath, enjoying the way her wetness drips from her cunt down and soaks my balls.

  “Ridge?” she breathes.

  Finally lifting my head, I look into her blue eyes. “Trista,” I simply state.

  One of her hands lifts from my shoulder and I feel her cup my cheek. Her thumb slides along my bottom lip, her eyes searching for mine. It seems as though she’s looking for some kind of answer, but I’m not sure she’s ever going to get it.

  “I love you. I love what we share. It would hurt me if you wanted to share this with someone else. But—”

  “Fuck but,” I growl.

  Touching my mouth to hers, I slide my tongue inside of her to shut her up. The buts will come later. We don’t fucking need them right now. We got enough on our plates to last us a while. Slowly, I break the kiss, shifting my hips so that my softening cock doesn’t slip from her center.

  “We’ll worry about the buts when they come along,” I state.

  She shakes her head, her fingers flexing against my cheek. “I can’t live a life where I’m waiting for you to drop some kind of bomb on me. Where I’m waiting for you to walk out of the door to another woman.”

  Touching my mouth to hers, I slide my tongue along her bottom lip. “That’s regular life, babe. We don’t know what the future will ever bring us. You can’t expect me to give you more than each day at a time.”

  “I want—”

  Lifting my hand, I touch my fingers to hers. “We want a lot of things, beautiful. The truth is, nobody knows the future. Right now, this is what I want. Right now, this is what works for us. All we can do is live for right now.”

  She shakes her head, her eyes looking at me with extreme sadness. “It’s not what I want,” she whispers.

  “It’s what you’re getting. The only certainty you can have, is if you live alone and never trust another person. You could go back to LA, be a whore again, and know that every morning you’ll wake up alone, but in control. But I don’t think you want that. Not really.”

  Pulling out of her, I help her to her feet and tug my jeans up my hips as she pulls her shorts and panties up her thighs. Zipping my pants, I leave the top button undone. We’re finishing this bullshit conversation then going upstairs to bed. I’m fucking exhausted.

  “I’m scared that I’m giving you everything and I’ll have nothing left because you’ll take it all and disappear.”

  “You’re afraid I’ll be your father?”

  She licks her lips, then shakes her head before she nods. “I don’t think you’ll run away from me physically. But the reality of it is, that you’ll emotionally check out and physically you’ll leave my bed for another’s. It’s a real concern.”

  “Yeah?” I ask.

  She nods her head, her eyes looking goddamn sad as shit. Leaning forward, I bare my teeth. “You could leave me for another man, babe. You ever think about that? We’re in this together.”

  Trista shakes her head. “I don’t fuck around. I never have. You, on the other hand…”

  Snorting, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her body against my own. Dipping my chin, I touch my lips to hers, keeping them in place.

  “I have never really attempted to be in a relationship before, babe. I have always fucked around, because I’ve never been tied down. I’m tying myself to you, I don’t have to. I could brand you and still do whatever the fuck I want, but I’m going to do this because I fucking love you. So, stop assuming you know my next goddamn move.”

  Releasing her, I take a step back and run my fingers through my hair. Turning away from her, I walk off toward the dark clubhouse grounds. Looking to the left, I snort at the barndo with the lone bedroom light on.

  It’s Coyote and his woman’s place, she’s a full-on recluse and the only way he could be with her and continue to be part of the club was to build a place for them on the grounds. It works for them and I wonder if I could pull it off too. Would it make Trista feel more confident with me if she were just mere feet away?

  TRISTA

  I kind of feel like an ass, but he’s made it clear that he has never been faithful, never wanted to be faithful. Inside, just the thought of him fucking someone else while I’m home raising our family makes me sick.

  But he’s right, I can’t predict the future. Just because he could cheat, doesn’t mean he will. Nobody is immune to the changes of the world around them, and there is a chance that any man I choose to spend my life with could leave me for someone else.

  I watch his tight ass in his jeans and smile. I’m going into this, all in. This is what I’ve always wanted, and this is my opportunity to take hold of it with both hands. I’m not letting him slip through my fingers. He fought for me, and now it’s my turn to accept every part of him.

  My feet move. I don’t run, but I don’t leisurely walk either. Making my way toward him, I wrap my arms around his middle from behind and place my cheek against the soft leather of his cut. His palm rests against my own and he squeezes gently.

  “Can I blame my insecurity on being young?” I ask, attempting to sound hopeful.

  He chuckles. “Only if I can use the same excuse,” he murmurs.

  “I think we both can,” I breathe.

  Ridge turns around in my arms, lifting his hand he cups my cheeks in his palms. “Love you, babe. We’re going to be okay. This life ain’t perfect, but as long as we navigate it together, changing when we need, we’re going to be okay.”

  Nodding, I rise to my toes and touch my mouth to his. “Okay, my devil,” I breathe.

  Ridge’s hands slide down my ass gently, then grasp the backs of my thighs before he picks me up. Deepening our kiss, he slides his tongue inside of my mouth as he walks us toward the clubhouse.

  Ridge turns toward the bar, and I let out a giggle as he reaches for a small bottle of tequila along with a couple of beers. I take the bottles of beer from his fingers, squeezing my thighs around his middle even harder.

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��s laughter from the other side of the bar, I turn my head to see Gator and Maria there. Gator is the one chuckling, Maria is a little busy. She’s sitting on Gator’s lap, he has a hand wrapped around her from behind, his palm gripping her tit. Mamba is sitting next to them, his tongue shoved down Maria’s throat.

  Biting the corner of my lip, my gaze takes them in completely. I can’t deny that it’s hot. Gator’s hands are on her, Mamba’s mouth on hers. Two men’s attention just for her.

  I can see why men think it’s hot to have two women’s attention, roles reversed and I can’t help but think that it would be pretty freaking awesome.

  Ridge chuckles and shakes me slightly. Turning back to face him, I look into his eyes. His brow arches as he watches me for a moment, then without a word, his feet move us toward his room. When we’re alone in the hall, on our way to his room, only then does he speak.

  “You want that? Two men giving you everything your body craves?” he breathes, touching his mouth to my neck briefly.

  I shrug a shoulder. “I’ve never had it. I don’t know if I do,” I say.

  Ridge presses my back against the wall next to his door. His teeth nip my bottom lip. “Not sharing that pussy, babe. Finally got it all for myself and I’m not about to let any other man on earth have a taste,” he breathes against my lips.

  “You realize that’s how I feel about your dick, right?” I whisper.

  He grins against my lips. “I do now.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  TAZ

  Ignoring the world around us, I take her straight to bed. Slamming the door closed behind us, I walk her over to the bed, setting her down on the mattress. I’m just about to strip her out of her clothes when the phone in my pocket rings.

  “It’s mine,” she breathes.

  Dragon gave the phone back to me after we talked with Ana a few days ago, just in case that fuck Angel called. He was afraid if anyone other than me or Trista answered, he’d hang up and we’d lose our opportunity to get Avah back and kill this fuck.

  Shoving my hand in my pocket, I take out Trista’s phone and glance at the Caller ID. It’s Avah. Sliding my thumb across the screen, I put the phone to my ear.

  “Hello.”

  “Screening her calls, puta?” Angel asks.

  I could respond to him calling me a bitch. I don’t. He doesn’t deserve the satisfaction of a fucking response. Instead, I wait silently for him to finish his fucking bullshit.

  “I’ll be in your town in an hour. Where do we meet?”

  “My clubhouse?” I try.

  Angel laughs. “You must assume I’m stupid. I’m not.”

  I could have him meet up at the diner where we usually host outside club business. The diner where his father met us. That would be hilarious. But it wouldn’t work. I want him contained as much as possible, I want whatever crew has been at his back, contained.

  “What do you suggest?” I ask.

  Trista sits up, her eyes widen and she shakes her head. I watch as she reaches for me, but I wrap my hand around her wrist to stop her movement. Holding her still, I wait for the fuck to speak. Eagar doesn’t have many places we can meet, so I’m curious as to his plans.

  “Meet me behind the Bashas’ grocery store. I’m staying at the hotel across the parking lot.”

  Snorting, I shake my head. That grocery store has a flat roof. He could have snipers up there and take us out before we even put our kickstands down on our bikes. Fuck that.

  “There’s a river down Farm Tank Road. Meet us there. Nobody is out there, it will be empty and it’s too far away for us to get there before you. It’s central to the hotel and our clubhouse.”

  What I don’t tell him is that Eagle lives in the house at the end of that road. He sold his mama’s place in town and bought that one. The club pays for some of it, too, mainly because it’s on a large piece of land and we can use it for shit like this, and storage when we need something off of clubhouse property.

  “I’ll be there.”

  The call ends and I lift my gaze to meet Trista’s. “It’s time,” I state.

  She sits up, her eyes round and fear filling them immediately. “Avah,” she breathes.

  “He wants you, babe. He’s got Avah, but he wants you.”

  Her entire body trembles, but I tug her up by her wrist so that she’s standing right in front of me. Using my other hand, I slide my arm around her back and pull her against my chest. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers.

  “He can’t have you,” I whisper. “Not ever.”

  She smiles against my mouth, then her teeth nip my bottom lip much the way mine did hers earlier. “Because I’m yours.”

  “Damn fucking straight,” I snap. “Honest to fuck, I wouldn’t allow you to go, but I’m afraid he’s going to start some shit, so you and his sister are coming along.”

  “His sister?” she breathes. Nodding, I open my mouth to speak, but she pushes away from me. “Did you, all those things, did you do them to her?”

  Sliding my hand up her back, I tangle my fingers in her hair. “Babe, I didn’t do shit. Told you that. I’m sure someone did something, but she isn’t scared, she isn’t hurt, and she’s become friends with Gator and Maria. In fact, the Skulls are taking her under their wing for protection even after this is all done. She’s safe, she’s fed, she’s happy to never go back to her brother again.”

  Trista’s eyes search mine. I think she’s looking for a lie in my words, but she won’t find it. I watch as she licks her lips, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip with a nod. Then she inhales a deep breath before she releases it.

  “Okay, let’s get Avah back.”

  “You’re good?”

  Her big blue eyes lift to mine and she nods. “I’m good, Taz. But I just want to say…” She pauses, her nostrils flaring. “I want you to unleash the devil on this asshole. Hurt him.”

  My lips curl up into a grin. “You got it, babe. He won’t live to see the sun rise on another day.”

  “Good.” She nods.

  “Put some jeans on. I want your legs protected. I’m going to gather everyone, meet me downstairs.”

  Leaving her alone in the room, I close the door behind me and head out to the bar area. Hopefully everyone else isn’t so fucking drunk that they can’t make their way to Eagle’s place.

  We don’t have enough time for lockdown, so we’re going to have to end this shit with Angel quickly. Our families can’t be left alone for too long, not with the Donkey Punchers still posing a threat.

  TRISTA

  Holding on to Ridge, his bike roars down the dusty dirt road, his brothers close at our back. I know that Ana is on the back of Gator’s bike as well. We’re the only two women along for this ride and I’m fine with that.

  Hopefully, everyone else is tucked safely in their beds, but since Angel isn’t some saint, I’m a little concerned for all of our friends and family. Especially the pregnant Old Ladies and the ones who have just had their babies.

  I should be surprised when we pull up to the side of a river, but I’m not. Also, Eagle is there, waiting. His arms are crossed over his chest as he jerks his chin in our direction.

  “I didn’t tell Della, she don’t need to know,” he says, keeping his voice low. “She’s asleep with the baby, she knows I’m out here with you guys, but she doesn’t know what’s going on, at least she acts as though she doesn’t know. Truthfully, she ain’t dumb,” he chuckles.

  “How’s the baby?” I ask, sliding off of the bike and smoothing my sweaty palms down my thighs.

  There’s a moment of silence before the rest of the bikes roar down the road. Eagle smirks as he watches them come up the drive.

  “He’s good. First day home and this is the shit that goes down. Seems about right for us though,” he says, shrugging a shoulder.

  My lips turn up into a grin and I take a step toward him. I don’t know Eagle that well, not really. He’s always been an eagle eye in the corner, observing the crowd around
him. Watching and waiting for his moment and when it was time, he took it, holding on with both hands and I find that I respect that, a lot.

  “That’s the way of the Beasts, right?”

  He lifts his hand, reaching forward and grabbing ahold of my shoulder, squeezing gently. “You know it is, babe.”

  I open my mouth to respond, when a flash of headlights moving down the road causes my entire body to jerk. I know exactly who it is without even having to look. It’s a car, I know that it has to be Angel. I swear to all that is holy if Avah is hurt, I’ll kill the asshole myself.

  Taz appears at my side and slides his hand around my hip. His fingers grip me as he tugs me closer to his side. I don’t bother looking in his other hand, knowing without a doubt that he’s holding onto his gun, ready for all hell to break loose.

  Inhaling, I hold my breath as the car comes to a halt. Angel kills the lights and the door swings open. I watch as he jumps out and I let out a small gasp.

  He looks exactly like Eagle. I know that they’re half-brothers, but I didn’t expect them to look so much alike. Turning my head, I look back at Eagle who is focused on the younger version of himself as he walks toward our group.

  Angel stops a few feet away, his gaze traveling over all of us one by one. His eyes linger on me for a moment, his lips tip into a smirk, then when they shift to meet his brother’s, he takes a step back, obviously as shocked as I was at the similarities.

  “Where’s the girl?” Dragon asks, not giving a fuck about the similarities and as the president, all business and ready to get this shit done with.

  Angel smirks, his gaze drifting to Dragon. “She’s in the back. My sister and the puta?” he asks, his eyes focused on me and nowhere else.

  “Why do you want Trista?” Dragon asks.

  Angel looks to the ground, then shifts his gaze back to meet Dragon’s. “Your men killed one of my sisters. You have kept another one of my sisters as a prisoner. Another sister is being kept by your friends, the Italians. You’ve also killed one of my brothers. I believe that woman is due to me, and maybe I keep her friend as well. We’ll call it even, yes?”