Sacred Grip (Savage Saviors MC Book 5)

by J. C. Allen

  It was akin to watching someone cheer for their favorite college sports team. I was certain an element of it was Derek trying to get his mind off of anything from the morning and afternoon, but if it worked, who was I to say anything?

  “Is this high-fantasy enough for you?” he asked with a smirk.

  “It’s certainly Medieval,” I offered with a laugh. “More realistic than Lord of the Rings!”

  “Aw,” he said. “At least I tried, right? Do I get points for using it in a sentence, at least?”

  “Yes,” I smiled, kissing his cheek. “Lots of points… for trying. But don’t worry, you’re winning overall.”

  He grinned at that like a little school boy who had just discovered Mom had packed him a brownie for dessert. I chuckled at how cute he was. Rare was it that a man could both be cheek-pinching cute and dynamically hot and sexual, yet here he was, doing both—all in the same day.

  As the lights dimmed more, I glanced to the stage as they introduced the knights and began the show. With the celebration passes, we were given first access to our seats and had gotten the front row. I watched the beautiful horses as they passed, enjoying the sights and show.

  It was the perfect escape from the harshness, toughness, and tragedy of our daily lives. Only for a short period longer.

  “Wow, those horses are so beautiful, aren’t they?” I said.

  “They really are,” he agreed.

  The rest of the show was incredible. I had enjoyed watching Derek just lift his chicken breast and dig in, even if my initial, ill-advised reaction was one of a bit of revulsion. Deciding that that was what we were supposed to do, I joined in, and said repulsive reaction vanished in favor of how juicy the breast was. In fact, we both had a good laugh at how messy we were by the end of the dinner.

  When the last of the games started, the knights gave roses to lucky audience members. One of the knights threw one at me, and Derek move his hand over my shoulder. I turned to him, giving a bemused look at his apparent jealousy.

  “Are you jealous?” I laughed. “They’ve given flowers to a ton of women, I’m sure.”

  “Just playing the part of a historical man, right? You know: ‘My woman’! Grunt-grung, ugh-ugh! Me protect! Me defend! Me fight with honor!”

  I broke out into hysterical laughter at that. Just. Perfect. So damn perfect, Derek.

  I don’t know how you do it, but I really do love you so much.

  The last of the show ended and we were given our pictures before leaving. I looked at it with awe at Derek’s smile, thought even I looked half-decent, and decided this was getting hung on his fridge. It was kind of barren, anyways, so I was doing him a favor by doing this.

  As we made our way back to the bike, the realization that I wouldn’t have much more time with Derek before he had to leave hit me. And given that, there was only one more destination to be had—and it wasn’t here.

  “Where to now?” Derek asked. “There’s a few other places we can go. Think we have about an hour and a half left, so we could—”

  “Can we go back to the condo?” I asked, squeezing his arm.

  “Oh?” he raised an eyebrow, knowing full well what would happen now that we had our energy and a little bit of excitement going on. “You sure you don’t want to do anything else?”

  Take a wild guess, Derek Knight.

  “I’m sure,” I pressed my body against his for emphasis. “I think the better question is, are you sure?”

  “A-alright! No time like the present, right?” he laughed, coughing nervously. “Let me, uh, let’s get this baby rolling!”

  With that, we were back on the bike and heading home in no time. I smiled, squeezing his waist, reliving the day and how amazing the date had gone.

  And then I frowned, realizing that Derek was going to be gone in no time as well.

  While it was true that I had been apart for him many times while he went out on dangerous missions, even going so far as to lock me into a building so I couldn’t do anything, I still felt sheer nerves at this. Something about the raised stakes, the lack of anything else to do on the date, and now feeling I had a part to play were combining to make my mood in that moment hell.

  I needed something, anything to keep me relaxed, even if Derek couldn’t be there. I needed… I needed comfort.

  “Derek?” I called over the bike.

  “What’s up?” he called back.

  “Do we have time to stop somewhere?” I asked.

  “Sure, where do you want to stop?” he asked.

  I had a small idea. It wasn’t much, and I wasn’t even sure that I’d use it. But it was nice to know it was there if needed later tonight.

  I gave him the directions, guiding him through the night and to a movie store set to close just ten minutes later. As we stopped in front of a small movie shop, I slid off the bike first, hurrying inside. He glanced up, seeming curious about the shop, and moved off the bike to follow me inside.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  I felt bad for him, because I didn’t want to bring his mood down any further, and yet it felt as if that was exactly what I was doing here.

  “Yeah, I wanted to get a movie to watch tonight while you… well, you know,” I said, not finishing the sentence.

  “What movie?” he asked, seeming curious and eager to not dwell too much on what “well, you know” was.

  “Something my dad would put on for me every time he left for a business trip,” I said, looking through the children’s movies.

  “Oh?” he asked, watching me.

  I found the movie and slid it over to show him. He looked down, seeing an old DVD copy of “The Land Before Time” and looked up at me, raising an eyebrow. I smiled, taking the movie back and headed towards the register. The less talking I had to do while I did this, the better.

  “Huh, a 90’s classic,” he said with a smirk. “Good. Didn’t know you went that far back.”

  “Oh, hardy har, because I’m not allowed to remember something if I was less than a year old or before my time, right? So what if I do?

  “No, it’s fine,” he said. “I liked the move too, actually.”

  “Well, in that case, maybe we can watch it together sometime.”

  “You mean, we will watch it together soon.”

  I nodded, smiling softly, and finished the purchase. We moved back to the bike and I slid behind him, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist as he hit the ignition. We weren’t too far from the condo now, and I couldn’t hold back the sudden excitement that filled me.

  I couldn’t wait for Derek’s touch. I couldn’t wait to have him naked again.

  I couldn’t wait to have him alone and to hold onto the moment in the hopes that it would last forever.

  “Anywhere else we need to go?” Derek asked.

  “Home. Pronto,” I answered, rubbing my hand over his crotch and squeezing what was beginning to grow down there.

  “H-home it is!” he called, hitting the acceleration.

  Derek was always a man of his word, and his promise to drive safe was true… but only in the most technical sense of the word.

  He didn’t speed past red lights… but he sure pushed the yellow ones. He didn’t speed… excessively. He didn’t take turns that sharply… although suddenly, left turns with multiple cars meant he had leeway to turn even after it became red.

  When we got home, Derek parked the bike with record time. I watched as he worked to slide off the seat, nearly falling as he did. I could tell he was just as pent up as I was, and I nearly laughed at how silly we must’ve looked. The only reason I didn’t?

  I was so horny I just wanted to make love to him right there in that parking lot.

  I slid off the bike as well, joining him by his side. He glanced over at me, his eyes traveling across my body. I let him look, even pushing out my chest as he shivered in excitement.

  “You are a tease, you know that?” he said, chuckling softly.

  “I am?” I asked innocently. �
��I thought you had your way with me this morning? What’s so teasing about that?”

  “Well, you know, it’s like, umm… God fucking damn!”

  I just laughed. What else could I do in that spot that wouldn’t get me arrested for public indecency?

  “I know,” I said. “It’s my revenge for how you teased me about the location of our date!”

  By the time we were headed through the doors, I could tell we both were desperate for the other. Both of our bodies seemed to scream for the other, and as I followed Derek towards the elevator leading to our condo, I let the last of my worries for the rest of the night go. I knew what was about to happen.

  But I wanted to concentrate on the now and worry later. And so, as Derek’s hand cupped my ass as we waited for the elevators, it was like he squeezed any potential worries out of my body.

  My body thrummed with anticipation as I watched the elevator doors slide open. A part of me compared the sight to what was about to happen. Derek would open me up like he always did, he’d lift me to heights that seemed impossible, and I would feel so relaxed afterward I would scarcely believe it had happened.

  In other words, sex with Derek was like what a caveman would feel getting on an elevator.

  It was totally different than anything from before.

  No, that wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t casual sex any longer—it was making love. I had always scoffed when my old friends had commented on the difference between sex and making love, but with Derek I had found exactly what they’d meant when they said that. There was a difference.

  Derek had changed the meaning behind sex, or making love, completely for me. I’d never experienced true passion before him. Suffice to say, I would never give this up. I hoped that things would never change between us. Sex was a physical act, the pleasurable sensation derived from feeling his enormous member slide into my tight wetness.

  Making love… even for someone like me, who loved words, loved stringing them together, and loved playing with them, it was different. It was like we came together as one, but still while maintaining our individuality. I didn’t know how to describe it, but I sure knew it was what I was experiencing.

  As I stepped through the elevator doors, Derek didn’t take any time in jumping me. I gasped as he took my hips in his strong grip and pulled me against him. I let out a small breath as I felt him against my thigh. I could feel the spreading warmness that always came from his touch begin to grow within me, and I eagerly leaned against him. His mouth came down on mine, his lips perfectly melding with mine. I moaned, running my tongue against his lips, wanting to make the next move since he had beaten me to the first. He groaned, opening his mouth to let me explore.

  I knew there was most likely a camera in the elevator and I didn’t care. While I certainly wasn’t interested in returning to my “old” life, I couldn’t deny the slight thrill that came from the idea of being caught.

  As long as I was being caught with Derek.

  Damnit, now I wanted to be caught with Derek!

  We began an all-out war with our tongues, both working to gain dominance over the other. Derek groaned, holding my waist tighter as he pressed against me, his cock so hard that it felt like a steel beam against my leg. The elevator doors opened to our condo and we both made our way into the living area, neither of us wanting to let go of the other. I giggled at the awkward dance we made as we worked around the furniture towards the bedroom.

  “I bet we look really silly, don’t we?” Derek said, chuckling against my mouth.

  “Well, I hope whoever is watching enjoys the show then,” I said, smirking as I nipped at his lower lip. “And I hope this entire city is catching a view of us right now.”

  He groaned at that and lifted me into his arms to finish our journey to the bed. I smirked at the sheer strength he possessed at how easily he lifted me. While no one would call me heavy, he’d lifted me like I weighed nothing at all.

  I shivered, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me the rest of the way to the bedroom. As we reached the bed, he threw me down on the bed. I gasped, falling back, sprawled on the bed.

  Whatever had happened this morning, this was ten times better. It was a damn good thing we had waited this afternoon—it meant building up the kind of energy needed for this, and oh boy was there about to be an atomic explosion of love.

  “H-hey!” I said, panting.

  “What? Don’t like me going all berserker on you?”

  Ohhhhh shit.

  “I told you that in confidence!” I pouted.

  “And what? You didn’t expect me to bring it up then?” he said, crawling over me on the bed.

  Oh, Derek Knight.

  Oh, Eve Kellerman, you’re about to learn the lesson of be careful what you wish for.

  “I guess not,” I mumbled.

  “Shall I… ravage you then?” he asked, his eyes gleaming wickedly.

  “You are awful!”

  “Indeed, but you love me,” he said, kissing my cheek.

  “Are you going to then?” I asked, grinning back. “Ravage me?”

  For a half second, he seemed like he was going to answer with words, but then a look came across his eyes that told me I would get no such confirmation. Instead, needing no more motivation, he ripped my shirt off. I gasped as the top literally ripped off of me, the front seams tearing off and leaving a scrap of fabric in its wake. I glanced up at Derek, shock and awe on my face. Nothing about him displayed regret.

  “You ripped my shirt!” I said, pouting. “I liked that shirt!”

  “I’ll buy you another one,” he said. “Now hush.”

  Fuuuuuuck.

  Fuck yes.

  I shivered, watching as he undid my bra with just enough ease that he wouldn’t have to go to the store to buy a new one and threw it across the room. He smirked down at me as he lowered himself to my breasts. I moaned, watching as he captured one of my nipples in his mouth. I shivered, loving the feel of his mouth on me as his other hand worked its way down my stomach.

  He began to slide my pants and panties off in one quick motion, not even moving his mouth from my breast. I shivered, watching as he slid his one hand between my legs, beginning to rub my clit.

  It was almost as if he knew what berserker romance consisted of without even having to ask it. No talk, little foreplay—just getting straight down to the good stuff.

  “Oh god!” I panted. “It feels so good! Oh, Derek!”

  “Good girl,” he said, toying with me as he spoke. “Take your pleasure, baby. Take it on my command.”

  I moaned, bucking against his hands as he slid his fingers inside me. His thumb continued on my clit as his fingers worked inside me. His mouth never left my breast as he continued to finger me. I was growing crazy from his touch!

  I could no longer say that I wanted this. I no longer wanted to make love or have sex. I neededhim, Derek Knight, and everything that came with him.

  And, God fucking damnit, he was not giving that all to me!

  “Don’t tease me anymore!” I pouted.

  “Aww, I want one orgasm before I fuck you,” he said, grinning wickedly. “Doctor’s orders, babe.”

  “You aren’t fair,” I said, the last of my words coming out more as a moan as he began to work that much harder.

  My head fell back against the pillow, succumbing to his “torture”. I shivered, loving the feel of his hands on me, his mouth on my breast. I could feel myself growing close and tried to will it to come faster. I needed, needed, needed him inside me and if that meant I needed to have an orgasm first, dammit, I would force one out!

  As Derek continued with his fingers and mouth, I could feel my climax growing. I arched back, letting loose a loud cry…

  And then my orgasm came actually really came.

  I cried out, feeling Derek go that much faster as he helped me ride out my climax. Before I was even finished, Derek slid his fingers out, replacing them with his thick shaft. I whimpered, arching forward and pre
ssing my lips against his.

  It was truly unlike anything I had ever experienced—merciless in the best way possible, unending, and like a ride that had no slow up, just a constant series of speed, loops, and corkscrews.

  He returned the kiss as he began to thrust inside me, his thick length filling me perfectly. His hands moved up my hips and captured my breasts in his palms. His thumbs flicked over my nipples as he ran his tongue against my lips, parting them easily. I moaned, running my tongue against his as he continued to fill my insides.

  Unreal was the only word that came to mind. Most especially because I was getting to the edge again!

  “Oh! I’m close again!” I moaned against his mouth. “Dee-ee-ee-erek…”

  “Do it,” he growled. “Come for me. Come!”

  I cried out, feeling another release slam through me, sending my entire body into a wave of sensations. My body was suddenly on high alert and every thrust from Derek’s cock nearly overwhelmed me with pleasure. It was almost too intense to take, but Derek seemed to know exactly how to handle it.

  He slowed down, thrusting slowly inside me, sending small bursts of pleasure through me. I fell back, already once again nearly in the throes of orgasm.

  This time, Derek joined. He let loose a loud groan, telling me he was close, before speeding up inside me.

  “Oh god!” I cried out, arching back. “It’s so… oh my God!”

  “Come for me,” he groaned. “No, Eve, come with me!”

  I cried out as another wave of pleasure flooded me, my release rocketing out and sending my body into another shockwave of pleasures. Derek joined me this time, filling me with his cum as he continued to push deep and hard inside me. I cried out, loving the feel of our joint orgasms, of how connected we felt at that moment.

  It was so perfect.

  This—this—was making love.

  I shivered, falling back against the bed and coming crashing out of the bliss. Derek toppled over me as my hands rested gently on his back. It was… it was…

  It was over.

  And as I looked at the clock, which read 11:42, I knew Derek now had to leave within basically the next couple of minutes.