“Come here, now, darlin’. I’ll give you a lift to Cole and my place. Dahlia and the kids should be there now. Stiles and Carrick are gonna stay at your flat to take care of you ladies until the shitstorm’s over.”
I nodded, my exhaustion catching up with me, too tired to even wonder who Stiles and Carrick were. Dahlia mentioned Graham had been recruiting more men. I guess he wasn’t fucking around. I wouldn’t let myself sleep until I knew Cole was okay, though. I followed Carter to one of the SUVs, and he opened the passenger door for me, even helping me inside.
“Buckle up,” he said sternly before he shut my door and jogged around to the driver’s side.
We drove in comfortable silence, with the exception of Carter asking me if I was okay once. I felt his gaze on me a few times while I rested my head on the window, watching the sun that had just started to peek over the horizon, but no other words were spoken.
“That’s fucking bullshit, and you know it, Graham.” We were driving back to my place, where Jade was waiting for me. The circumstances were shit, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t loving the fact that she was in my apartment, and soon she’d be in my bed. After that night, there was no way I was letting her leave. She was going to stay with me. Permanently.
“Shut your fucking mouth and trust me. You think I wouldn’t love to kill them both with my bare hands? We have to look at the bigger picture here.” Graham didn’t answer to anyone. He never felt the need to explain himself, but he knew I was far from fucking happy with how things went down. We came to an agreement with the Lucianos. We’d spare their lives, and he’d leave our fucking families alone, Jade included.
Getting to Jade was the only goddamn reason I agreed. I needed her. Needed to see her, touch her, hear her, and know she was okay.
“One wrong move, G, and I swear to fuckin’ God, I will say fuck the truce and end him.”
“Fair enough, lover boy,” he mocked. “I’ll even help ya do it.”
Back at my apartment, I threw the door open, scanning for Jade, but she was nowhere to be found. I didn’t see Dahlia, Emerson, or Leena either. Carter approached, keeping his voice low.
“Dahlia wanted to get the girls to bed, so she took them to my room.” He looked from Graham to me. “Jade’s in your bed. She wanted to shower, and I think she’s lying down now.” Graham and I walked in our separate directions to get our girls without another word.
I entered my bedroom quietly, not wanting to wake her if she was able to find comfort in sleep after a night like this. What I saw waiting for me stopped me in my tracks. It wasn’t that she was naked, because she was, and fuck if that wasn’t the cherry on top, but seeing her in my bed, her wet hair the color of midnight fanned across my pillow, it hit me. I wanted this girl in my bed forever. I wanted to come home to that sight every single night. I loved her. I had never really loved anyone before. I loved Graham like a brother. He was my brother. And I might have even had the same kind of love for Carter. But loving Jade was unlike anything I’d ever felt.
Jade hadn’t noticed me. She was lying on her side, my blanket just covering the curve of her ass. I could tell she wasn’t asleep, just lost in thought. Silently, I removed my pants and shoes, still shirtless from earlier when I used mine to cover her up. I padded over to her, not even bothering to clean myself up first, and swept my thumb up and down her cheek softly. She leaned into my touch.
“You okay, sweet girl?”
She tried to answer me, but her voice got stuck in her throat, so she nodded and silently rolled onto her back, pulling me on top of her.
“Thank you for saving me,” she whispered into the darkness. It had to be six or seven in the morning, and I was pretty thankful for my blackout curtains right about then.
“I’ll always save you, baby.”
Jade’s eyes filled with unshed tears, and she spread her legs in invitation. I slipped inside her wet warmth effortlessly, and we both groaned. I rocked into her ever so gently, not wanting to hurt her. Fucking her didn’t feel right that time. But I could love her. Jade’s little hands squeezed my back, and her legs wrapped around me.
“Fuck, I love you, Butterfly.” The words came out on their own accord, but I wasn’t sorry I said them. Jade swallowed thickly.
“I love you, too, so much,” she rasped, strands of her dark hair stuck to the tears trailing down her face. I kissed her tears away, and I started moving a little more, her legs urging me to go faster.
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby. Just let me love you.” I squeezed my eyes shut tight, trying to fight the need to force my way inside her. I wanted to bury myself so deep inside her that a part of me would stay there forever.
“I want it to hurt, Cole. Treat me sweet and touch me cruel. I want my Savage and my lover. I need it,” she begged as her hands moved to grip my biceps.
Fuck me. She was so perfect. I rolled onto my back, bringing her on top of me. I lifted her by her waist and brought her up toward my mouth, her tanned, smooth legs on either side of my head.
“Ride my face, baby. Let me taste how much you want me.”
Jade whimpered as she straddled my face and my tongue speared through her lips.
“Spread your pretty pussy for me, baby.”
She gasped and obeyed, loving the way I talked to her. She used two fingers to part her lips, and I sucked her swollen, juicy clit into my mouth. She smelled so fucking good, and tasted even better. I dipped my tongue down further, darting it in and out of her. Her movements became jerky and uncoordinated, and I knew she’d be coming soon. She slid her wet pussy up and down my face, her hands gripping my hair as she grinded against me without shame. I used the opportunity to slide her up a little further and licked her asshole. That got her moving even faster, fucking and humping my face like her favorite pillow.
“Fuck me there, Cole. I want your cock in my ass. Please.”
So much for making love. But, fuck that. This was our love. And if we wanted to show our love for each other with anal, then so be it. Nothing says romance like anal.
“Lie down on your back, Butterfly. I want to see your face when I take your ass.”
She was on her back before I even finished my instructions. I crawled over her and made my way down to suck on her clit a little more. I dipped two fingers into her tight pussy, using her cum as lube. I played with her little hole while nibbling on her clit until she was bucking against my face once again. Finally, I gave her one finger, and fuck, she was so tight that I didn’t know how my dick would ever fit in there. Slowly, I worked her up enough to take another finger, and soon, she was practically fucking herself on my hand. I pulled my fingers out, and she whined at the loss, but her whine turned into moans when I spread her cheeks and dove in to lick her once more. I devoured her. I rubbed my face up and down her slit, my chin hitting her ass and her pussy juices coating my beard.
“Fuck, Cole! Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna come.” I pulled back a bit and spat on her tight ring for good measure.
“Not without my cock inside you, you aren’t.”
I moved up her body and nudged my dick at her back entrance, barely pressing inside her, teasingly. I rocked back and forth slowly, easing her into it.
“Touch your clit, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.” As soon as she started touching herself, I felt her ring relax a little, and I pushed my way inside. Her legs tightened, and she clenched around my cock painfully.
“Shh, relax, baby. You can take it.” Easy for me to say. I wasn’t the one taking a foot long in my ass. I lowered my face down to hers and kissed her hard, punishing, and her velvet tongue swirled against mine as she panted for more. It was sloppy and rough and perfect for us.
Jade’s hips moved faster, wanting more, and I angled my head to suck one of her perfect, dusky nipples into my mouth.
“Bite it, Cole. Make it hurt. Please.”
I did as she asked, tugging on her nipple with my teeth.
“Harder, Cole. Hurt me,” she be
gged. So I did. I bit her nipples until they were puffy and purple while she chanted, “Fuck me. Fuck my ass,” over and over again. I didn’t hold back. I fucked her hard and fast, snapping my hips into her harder than I’d ever fucked her pussy.
I used one hand to rub her swollen nub while I bit her tits and fucked her senseless. Her head jerked from side to side, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought she needed an exorcism.
“Fuck, Jade. Come. Now. Come with my cock in your ass. I’m going to fill you up, baby. I’ll make you so full,” I gritted out. That was all it took for Jade to shatter. She threw her head back and screamed while she clenched around my cock. I didn’t stand a chance. I came so fucking hard and long that my cum was overflowing, dripping down the sides of my cock.
We both lay still, taking our time on our journey back to earth. I collapsed on top of her, my head nestled between those perfect tits while she stroked my hair and beard.
“I fucking love you,” she whispered dreamily.
“I fucking love you, too, Butterfly.”
Two months had passed since the warehouse, and I’d classify them as ‘bliss’ if I didn’t have any balls, but I do, so let’s just say that they were, for the most part, pretty good. Jade, Dahlia, and the girls were recovering well. They weren’t physically hurt, but the psychological trauma had taken a toll. Dahlia and Graham have moved from their Jersey home, which was grossly unprotected from the Italians, to a skyscraper in Manhattan. The location, obviously, was a secret no one but Jade, Carter, and I knew of.
Jade moved in with us, and I gave absolutely zero fucks about Carter looking pissed about it.
It wasn’t about having her around so I could fuck her until my dick fell off, though it’d have been worth it. It was about her personal protection. Carter knew—since I was pretty sure he felt the same way about Quinn—the importance of keeping the girl you loved safe from the baddies.
And the Italians were very bad indeed.
That didn’t mean that he was happy about the new arrangement. For one thing, Jade was a fucking mess. Not just emotionally, after what happened with Stefano, but also as a person. She was messy. As. Fuck.
Her shoes were everywhere, from under the coffee table to the hallway, and a pair of high heels had also somehow ended up in Carter’s closet, and yes, I gave him shit about that anyway just because it was funny. She threw her towels on the floor after she took a shower and left peanut butter jars open in the kitchen, attracting everything from ants to mice. I wasn’t a particularly neat person, and even I had to admit living with a Tasmanian devil was far less messy than living with Jade.
Almost every time I walked into the apartment after practice, I heard them fighting. And it would go like this:
Carter: “Jade! Jade! JADE! Are you fecking kidding me? You left your bloody knickers on the kitchen counter!”
Jade: “Sorry, Cart… Wait, what the hell are knickers?”
Carter (sighs heavily): “Underwear.”
Jade: “They weren’t bloody, you sicko! My period isn’t due until next week.”
Carter (mutters): “Feck my life… No, they weren’t bloody. Please tell me there’s a good reason why they were on the kitchen counter, where I eat.”
Jade: “Of course there is.”
Carter (exhaling loudly, obviously relieved): “Yes?”
Jade: “I fucked your best friend on the counter. You might wanna wipe it before you make yourself a sandwich, though. My cheeks were totally bare.”
Or, another conversation from two days later:
Jade: “Hey, Carter, I made spaghetti. Do you want some?”
Carter: “No.”
Jade: “Come on. It’s really good. With mushrooms, tomatoes, and Parmesan cheese.”
Carter: “You’re not clean enough for me to eat from. Sorry. The answer is still no.”
Jade: “Even if I promise you I washed everything twice before I used it?”
Then I heard Carter getting up from his bed and stalking toward the kitchen, obviously lured in by her pretty voice and the mouth-watering scent of her cooking. He walked into the kitchen, and two seconds later:
Carter: “What! The! Hell! Jade, look at the sink!”
Jade: “Aw, sorry about the dishes. I figured since I did the cooking you’ll do the cleaning? Only fair, you know.”
Carter (mutters): “I hate you. Before I eat anything, please tell me you and Cole didn’t shag on any of those goddamn appliances or lick the plates as a part of a weird foreplay ritual.”
Jade: “No. We haven’t had sex here since you yelled at me about it two days ago.”
I heard Carter slurping spaghetti before Jade delivered, deadpan, “But I sucked him off in your favorite chair when he got back from practice yesterday because he had to ice his ankle in the kitchen.”
Even though it sounded like they weren’t getting along—and they weren’t, to an extent—Jade and Carter didn’t dislike one another. A part of me was grateful that they shared secretive smiles and winks when they thought I wasn’t looking, but another part of me wanted to cut his balls off and feed them to him to make sure he didn’t touch my girl. Luckily, I knew both of them well enough to be certain they weren’t fucking behind my back. Carter just never operated that way. Loyalty was his very first priority. Everything else came after, pussy included. We were especially attached to each other because we both climbed out of trouble approximately at the same time, with Graham Savage holding our hands throughout and shoving us together.
As for Jade, she had a weakness for bad boys, but she was a good girl at heart. She wasn’t a cheater. I knew that. She wouldn’t have done anything with Carter. She loved me. And she kept telling me so time and time again. Usually while I fucked her or while she sucked me off, but still.
Point was, Jade and Carter got along.
Jade and I really, really got along.
And for the next two months, it was nothing but me fucking Jade, me winning fights, and me loving almost every moment of the life I used to hate. I put the warehouse incident behind me and started smiling again.
Until Graham called me to his office.
He wanted me to come to his New York apartment, so I instantly knew that it was important and something he needed privacy for. If it was anything else, he wouldn’t have had a problem giving it to me straight while we bumped into each other during fight night or at Hot N’ Bothered. I dragged my feet a little, because no matter what it was, I knew for a fact I didn’t wanna do it, but ended up visiting him on a Friday when New York was just beginning to embrace the fall. Orange leaves crunched under my shoes, and the air was crisp and thick with opportunity.
After I went through four security systems to get to Graham and Dahlia’s apartment, I knocked on the door. Dahlia answered, and she was breastfeeding Kathleen. Again.
“Do you ever just walk around without anyone with the Savage last name sucking on your tit?” I greeted as I pushed myself into her condo. It was vast, new, luxurious as fuck, and completely unreachable if you weren’t a multi-millionaire. Graham Savage knew how to make a buck. Dahl scowled at me and waved me into the hallway.
“His office is the third room to the right, and if I were you, I’d try not to piss me off. I’ve barely slept since the…” she trailed off, aware of sensitive ears. “The, uh, warehouse incident. Plus, Leena is teething, so when I finally do sleep, she wakes me up to eat.”
“Duly noted, Tits McGee,” I joked, in hopes of keeping things light. I hated thinking about how Luciano and Stefano affected Jade, Dahlia, and especially the babies. I couldn’t even go there in my head without wanting to fucking rage.
I knocked on Graham’s door, not waiting for an invitation before I pushed it open and leaned against the doorframe. “You wanted to see me, boss?”
Graham was sitting at his new desk—concrete, expensive looking, but also bare and weird—and tossed back a whole glass of whiskey before crushing the ice between his teeth.
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I obliged, snatching the whiskey bottle by its neck and pouring myself a drink, too. Graham watched my face intently but didn’t say anything. Fuck. This was bad. Normally, he would’ve given me shit for touching his stuff without asking first. I wondered why he asked me there.
“Tell me, Cole. Do you care about Jade and Dahlia?”
My eyes flew up, and I furrowed my brows. “What the fuck kind of question is that? Of course I care about them. They come first, before everything else.”
Graham gave me a little thoughtful nod, still staring at me in a way that made me want to shift uncomfortably. But I didn’t. It was important to keep a straight face.
“I’m glad you say that, because a man who cared about Jade and Dahlia would do as I tell him to right now. I’m putting together a plan. I call it two birds, one stone. You don’t need to know all the details, but what if I told you we can make a huge buck in a very short time and make the Italian problem go away all at once?”
“I’d tell you to sign me up,” I said without blinking. Because it was the truth. “But what do you mean, make it go away? Are they gonna be our allies now? Because I’m not down with that bullshit. There’s no fucking way—”
Graham flinched and cut me off, “They’re never going to be our allies. We are competing over the same businesses, the same areas in the city, the same shit. To cooperate with them, we’ll need stronger ties—maybe an arranged marriage of some sort. But there’s still time for that. For now, I just want them to be happier with us and for us to be richer than them. We can make it happen now.”
“Tell me how.” I leaned toward him after polishing a whole glass of whiskey. Graham grinned.
“We get you in a cage this weekend, and you’ll lose the fight. Everyone will be betting in your favor. Everyone. You’ll be bigger, fitter, and stronger than the other guy. And still…you’ll lose.”
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