Dying Love: An MC Romance (Savage Kings MC Book 12)

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by Carter Steele

He had my bra off next and started sucking on my breasts. My hands went to the back of his head, pulling him closer against my body. It was the same physical movement as before, but the electricity that had developed since our first encounter made the feeling so much better and so much more rewarding. It wasn’t just sex now—it was something much more, something my aroused mind could not quite put into words at the moment.

  But I couldn’t let him have all the fun.

  “Stand up,” I said, hopping off of him briefly.

  He did as commanded. I made short work of his pants and had them drop to his ankles. Falling to my knees, I went to work on his throbbing cock. I sucked, stroked, and slurped on his member, enjoying the sudden gasps and moans from the big Texan. I fondled his balls with my free hand before I commanded him to sit back down.

  “Ya gotta get in on this too, ya know,” he said. “I ain’t gettin’ all the pleasure myself.”

  “Is that so?” I said, as if I would somehow say no to that request. “I don’t think I would say no to that.”

  “Then whatcha waitin’ for!” Parker said, gasping in surprise when I gave one last, long gulp of his cock. “Oh, fuck, I ain’t gonna complain no matter what ya do.”

  “Keep it that,” I said as I stood up and straddled him.

  I didn’t know why we hadn’t done this before, but this was by far the best position. I could hold his head in my hands with him inside of me while being on top of him—I could get a direct look into his eyes.

  And though the pleasure of being on him was extraordinary, so much so that it became difficult to think clearly, looking into his eyes told me that for all the craziness we’d been through, for all the questions about if it was right for us to be together, for all the hurdles we’d face about distance and what not, we could make it work.

  Because those weren’t just the eyes of a horny, beefy Texan. They were the eyes of a man who knew a catch when he saw it—no, when he knew the catch when he saw it. I hadn’t always thought of myself in such terms, but Parker’s eyes made me feel like I was it for him.

  I got lost in this feeling as much as I got lost in the sex, though the two certainly played off of each other rather easily. When I orgasmed, it happened as much because of the emotional connection as it did the physical sensation. In fact, I would say that it was primarily driven by the feeling of intimacy that I had with Parker.

  When he came into me, both of us squeezed the other so much that it felt like we were wrapped into, not around, each other’s bodies. I felt him shake inside me and wanted to hold him close, both with my sex and with my arms. I wanted him to stay under me and in this chair for the rest of the evening and, yes, forever. I was a little love drunk and a little loose from the events of the evening, but it was all grounded in truth.

  “Liza,” he said, barely able to get the word out.

  “Parker…”

  I nudged him up with my nose and planted a kiss on him. We both giggled as the dopamine rushed through our body.

  “I ain’t worried in the slightest about anythin’ but you,” he said. “Ya know, in Texas, they say everythin’s bigger. And guess what? That includes our hearts. Mine sure is swellin’ for ya, Liza. So much so, in fact, that I daresay I love ya.”

  My heart swelled with joy. My eyes watered with happiness. The only thing I could do was laugh with delight.

  “And I love ya too, Parker,” I said, imitating his accent.

  We shared a good laugh at that.

  I felt pretty sure it was just the first of many more laughs we’d share, no matter what obstacles we faced in the road ahead.

  Epilogue

  We allowed ourselves two weeks to celebrate before we knew the battle was far from over.

  But in those weeks, boy, did we celebrate and have an absolute blast. We partied non-stop; we drank more alcohol as a club than we had in the previous few months; and for those who were single, their dicks probably fell off from having sex.

  I was happy to partake in the first two. But I was even happier that there was only one woman for my affection right now, one Liza Burton. I didn’t even mind that we had to carefully schedule when we’d meet up due to the distance. Yes, she’d gone back to Los Angeles, but in the time since, we’d already seen each other six times.

  Something told me that we were bound to be forever. It was going to be weird to figure out how we could come up with a plausible story for getting together, and I knew I’d have to be straightlaced in my public behavior, but it was all worth it for Miss Liza Burton. Anything was worth it for her.

  The day was coming near an end when I spotted Landon sitting outside, his head down and his hands folded together. For someone who had just killed the killer of his father, he sure didn’t look happy or satisfied.

  “Hey, kid,” I said, walking over to him. “Everythin’ all good? Ya ain’t look too happy.”

  Landon looked up at me, smiled sadly, and turned his gaze back downward.

  “I thought killing Vulture would make me feel better,” he said. “But it hasn’t. And if it hasn’t yet, I doubt it will at all.”

  Well, shit. Guess I’m gonna have to play therapist then.

  “It ain’t that easy,” I said. “When I avenged my friends’ deaths overseas, it ain’t like I woke up feelin’ all blessed. It’ll take time. But your scrawny ass will get there.”

  “So glad I have your support,” he said sarcastically.

  I patted his arm once more, but I could see the words weren’t quite reaching him. He was someone to keep an eye on; he already wasn’t as all-in to the club as Brock was.

  I guess I’d have to keep an eye out to see how Landon’s next few chapters turned out.

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  I got everything I ever wanted, and it didn’t seem like enough—until she came back.

  Vulture is dead.

  The Anarchists are on their last legs.

  I’ve avenged my father’s death and brought justice to the King name.

  But all it has done is magnified how much I’m left yearning for more.

  More life experiences.

  More relationships.

  More freedom.

  But I didn’t know how I was going to get it—until I saw her.

  My childhood crush.

  Caroline O’Hara.

  That’s how I’m going to have enough.

  By having her.

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  “My life was all about revenge until I met her.”

  I want them destroyed.

  The Anarchists killed my father, haunt me and my brother, and seek to destroy my club, the Savage Kings.

  For years, I have stopped at nothing to annihilate them.

  But for years, I also never forgot her.

  She was everything to me.

  She brought joy to my life.

  And I had to leave her without explanation.

  But a chance encounter has brought her back to me.

  And now, everything has changed.

  My life is now all about having her—and nothing can stop me.

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