Graham walked up next to us and rolled his eyes, exasperated with his silly wife. But he wasn’t fooling anyone. The slight smirk and the way he looked at her like she was the only person who existed gave it away. He was crazy in love with my best friend.
“Time to go, Dolly.” He picked her up and swung her over his shoulder, using one hand to cover her ass. “You’ll have to forgive my wife. She’s not much of a drinker these days,” Graham stated before hauling her ass out of the club as she squealed and smacked his butt. Even when Graham was giving half-assed apologies, he still managed to make it sound like a command.
I noticed Quinn spot someone from across the dance floor, and I followed her gaze only to land on Carter. He was watching her, per usual. And she seemed to be watching him just as intently. Part of me was jumping with joy. All I wanted was for Carter to find happiness. The other part felt like a protective mama bear and wanted to give her a good talking-to before she corrupted our sweet boy and dragged him into whatever she was running from.
“How about it, Butterfly?”
I brought my gaze back to my fiancé. His chiseled face was a stark contrast to those soft, full lips surrounded by his perfectly groomed beard. Yeah, I think I could take one for the team and spend forever with this man.
I tried to stop a wide smile from stretching across my face by biting my lip and nodded yes. Cole tugged my lip from between my teeth with his thumb.
“Give me words, Jade.”
“Yes, you big idiot. I’d marry you tomorrow if you wanted.”
Cole’s smile lit up the whole damn club it was so bright.
“Let’s go home, woman,” he said, still gripping my backside. “I’ve got plans for this ass.”
“Such a romantic, Mr. Savage.” I laughed, slapping his chest.
“You fucking love it,” he threw back.
And I did.
One Month Later
I was officially a married man. Me. Slaughterhouse Savage. Who would’ve thought that the sassy little vixen I met at Graham’s house over four years ago would become my wife? If I wasn’t staring at Jade wearing a long, pale, pink silk—or was it satin? Hell, who the fuck cared?—wedding dress that exposed almost her entire back and displayed those perfect tits as she mingled with all of our friends, I wouldn’t have believed it myself. She looked fucking beautiful. And she was mine. Forever.
Jade turned so that I could see her profile, and I zeroed in on her stomach, willing it to be slightly more rounded. After we set the date last month, I threw out her birth control without saying a word. I don’t know what came over me. I never wanted kids. But, this woman made me want all kinds of things I’d never even considered before. Like, this wedding in the fucking Hamptons, for instance. Jade had to have hydrangeas everywhere—on the tables as centerpieces, on the arch we got married under, and even in her goddam hair. But, it made her happy, which made her put out, which made me happy. Jade told me I was crazy and that it was too soon for babies, and fuck, it probably was. I’d punch any one of my friends in the face if they moved as quickly as we did. But, I was ready for everything with her. Only her. Always her.
Jade threw her head back and laughed at something Dahlia said, and I caught myself smiling like an idiot. She bent down and picked up Leena, giving me a prime view of her cleavage, and I licked my lips at the sight. Was I imagining, or were her boobs filling out like Dahlia’s? Fuck. I needed her. I made my way over to her, vaguely aware of Graham and Sinclair running their mouths behind me, something about being pussy-whipped. And did I mention that Sinclair was the darkest asshole I’d ever met? Because he was. I didn’t want him anywhere near my wife. Anyone’s wife, to be honest.
As if she could sense my intentions, Jade’s head swiveled around, and her wide, green eyes locked on mine.
“Time to go,” I clipped out.
“What?! It’s our wedding. We can’t leave,” Jade shrieked.
“We can, and we will.” I snatched the baby out of Jade’s arms, and before I could hand her to Dahlia, she yanked on my beard and giggled.
“You think it’s funny tormenting your Uncle Cole? You and Auntie Jade seem to have that in common.”
Jade slapped my shoulder.
“Say goodbye, Butterfly.” I scooped her up, holding her like a baby. Jade squirmed and squealed for me to let her go while everyone around us laughed, not one person coming to her aid.
“Traitors!” She glared in Dahlia and Quinn’s direction, who shrugged helplessly as I carried her away.
“I hate you,” she pouted.
“You love me. That’s why you just married me. Now, I need to fuck my wife. Is that okay with you, Mrs. Savage?”
That smile of hers made an appearance again.
“I think that can be arranged, Mr. Savage.”
I didn’t put Jade down until I carried her over the threshold, much to her dismay. Ignoring the giant hot tub in our luxurious suite, I made a beeline for the bed, and threw her down in the middle of it. Before she could react, I bunched her slinky dress up to her hips.
“No panties, Butterfly?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Panty lines aren’t my style. This dress shows every little line and imperfection.”
“Bullshit. You’re perfection,” I growled, sweeping my tongue through her lower lips. She bucked toward my face instantly. “Especially this.” I tongued her again, this time sucking her little clit into my mouth.
“God, yes. More,” she begged. I pulled back abruptly, and she cried out at my absence. I jerked my tie loose, kicked off my shoes, and ripped my tux off as fast as humanly possible. I lay down on my back and pulled her on top of me.
“Pull your tits out, baby. Now straddle me.” She obeyed without a second thought. “Put my cock between those pretty pussy lips. Don’t take me inside yet.”
Jade did as she was told and moaned at the delicious friction. She rocked her hips, rubbing her slit all over my cock.
“Now, play with those puffy nipples for me.” Her pink-tipped fingers pinched and pulled on her nipples, hardening them into little peaks. I loved seeing her like this. She was made for me.
“Fuck, Cole. I’m gonna come already. From this alone.”
I gripped her hips to stop her movements and lifted her over my cock. Slowly, so slowly, she lowered onto me, hissing in pain or pleasure, I wasn’t sure. I flipped her over, staying inside her as I did.
“You feel so good, Cole. Don’t stop fucking me,” she whined, scratching her nails down my back. Hard. I wanted her to draw blood.
“I’ll never stop,” I vowed, lifting her right leg to hit that spot deep inside her. Fuck, I was so deep. Her cum was coating my cock, and the sight alone almost made me blow my load.
“Oh my God, Cole, it’s too deep. I feel like I’m going to…” Jade squirmed backwards, trying to escape. Fuck that. I pulled her closer, impaling her on my dick even more.
“You feel like you’re gonna what, baby?”
“I feel like I have to pee,” she admitted, but her head was thrown back in pure ecstasy.
“You don’t have to pee, baby. Just relax. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
Jade looked at me, unsure, but I didn’t give her a choice. I held her leg up and rolled my hips, hitting her G-spot over and over. Jade’s head swung back and forth, and I could feel her pussy clamping down on me. Damn, I was so close to coming.
I pulled out and pushed her legs wide open, watching her cunt contract from the loss of my cock.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I groaned, pushing back into her.
I went back to hitting her G-spot, angling my hips to get as deep as possible. With my left hand, I reached down and started thumbing her clit, and that was all it took for her to explode. And I mean explode. She fucking gushed all over me as I fucked her. She screamed and sprayed some more, completely soaking me and the sheets below her.
“Oh God, what did I…” she trailed off, stuck somewhere between embarrassment and pure euphoria.
“You’re a squirter, Butterfly. Who knew?” I smirked down at her.
“What?! That’s never happened before.”
“Well, you’d better get used to it.” That was the hottest shit I’d ever seen in my life, and it was now my mission in life to make it happen as often as possible.
I started pumping into her again, effectively ending the conversation. I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back home, loving the way her juices made it like a goddamn Slip ’N Side.
“Cole, it’s happening again,” she gritted through clenched teeth, eyes squeezed shut. I’d never seen her more beautiful in this moment. I rubbed her clit again, and with my other hand, gripped the base of my dick, jerking it inside her.
Jade screamed like a woman possessed, and I pulled out to cum as she soaked me once more. She kept coming, drenching me with short, little spurts. I held my dick right inside her tight hole and came long and hard, using my cock to scoop up the cum that tried to escape, stuffing it back inside her, where it belonged.
I collapsed on top of Jade, my softening cock still inside her. I brushed her damp hair from her neck and kissed her there.
“What the hell…was that?” She panted, still trying to catch her breath.
“That, Butterfly, was my new favorite thing.”
“Mmm, mine, too,” she agreed lazily, wrapping her legs around me, lightly running her nails down my back over the tender wounds she inflicted.
“I love you, Mrs. Savage,” I rasped into her ear.
“I love you, too, Mr. Savage,” she whispered, on the brink of sleep.
Sixteen years ago, I became Cole Savage.
Fourteen years ago, I became Slaughterhouse Savage.
Five years ago, I officially became the best fighter in New York.
But tonight? Tonight, I became the owner of the best pussy in all of New York state.
One year from now, or sooner if I have my way, I hope to add ‘Daddy’ to my title. And I’ll live up to it. I always do.
’Cause that’s how us Savages fucking roll.
The End
CHARLEIGH
I’d like to thank the following people:
Rose from Charleigh Rose for putting up with my crappy ways and with my PMS moments. Every time we throw spaghetti on the wall I get bitchy and over-the-top and she totally gets me. Thank you.
K Webster, for helping us out with our covers. Your talent is mind-blowing. Everything you touch turns to gold. Yeah, you’re that good.
To the amazing bloggers who always have our backs. We’re running the brand of Charleigh Rose on a one-ingredient fuel: our writing. No PR. No Facebook Ads. No promotion companies. Zero marketing. Just our books. And you? You do the rest. You push us forward. You spread the word. You. Fucking. Matter. And you rule. Thank you so much.
Julie and Clarissa, our main girls. We know people ask you who we are all the time because you’re our besties, but trust you enough to know you’ll never let our secret out. Thanks for supporting us all throughout our journey.
To our gorgeous families for putting up with us. We have our separate careers, and they keep us busy as hell, so Charleigh Rose often bites into our down time with our loved ones. But they always understand. Which is so super cool. For realzies.
To Emma, a woman I literally just invented because I ran out of people to thank. Thank you for being you, even though you don’t exist.
Oh, and to the hot male models who keep our (artistic) juices flowing. I’m lucky enough to work in a job in which ‘research’ is when you watch porn half the day and then write about it. But plastering your pretty faces on the actors is so much more fun.
Thanks everyone who talk to us on Facebook and IG. We love hearing your thoughts about our work. Love yours faces. Keep rocking. Living La Vida Loca. Mambo number five. Okay now I’m just making shit up.
Love you, okay, bye. xoxo
ROSE
First and foremost, thank you to my other half. No, not my husband, I’m talkin’ about Charles over there. The literal other half of Charleigh Rose. You’re kind of psychotic and one of the biggest assholes I know (myself included), but without your bossy ways, I probably would’ve never committed to publishing a damn thing. I might call you names and threaten to punch you in the face like every other healthy relationship based on love and mutual respect, but I’ve known you were BFF material since the moment you went all “Fatal Attraction’ on me. You’re so crazy talented, and there’s no better way to dip my toes into the world of self-publishing than writing porn with you. Love you!
Thanks to my husband who cooks and cleans and lets me use Charleigh Rose as an excuse to neglect the housework. My laziness knows no bounds, just like my love for you. “I fucking love you”.
Thank you to K. Web for our awesome covers. You’re one of the most selfless people I know. Thank you for being my biggest cheerleader in all aspects of my life. I’m lucky to have you as a friend, you creepy bitch. Love you!
Clarissa, my gorgeous friend. I love you. Thank you being such an amazing friend to me. I know you hate it when I get sappy, but I appreciate you and everything you do for me. Your friendship is invaluable. I can’t wait to do drunken karaoke with you!
Julie, AKA the best PA in the world (inside joke), You make me a better person just by being in my life. You’re always there to talk me out of stabbing people (while Clarissa encourages it). Everyone needs a Julie in their life.
Serena, Melissa, & Peggy, I love you crazy bitches. Thank you so much for your endless support and dick pics.
Mary Elizabeth, Bebe Reid, BB Easton, and all of our author friends who always share and support us, even though we probably embarrass them with our filthy ways… we love you.
OUR IG SQUAD. There are way too many to name and we love your fucking guts. Thank you so much for your amazing teasers, for spreading the word about us, and for loving our men. #SquadGoals. For real.
To Di Covey and the Twisted Sisters (errr, Twisted Book Club, now), thank you for embracing us, even though no one gets raped with a vegetable (I’m lookin’ at you, Webster). Yet.
Thank you to Stylo Fantóme for always being awake at midnight to answer all my random questions.
Ratula, I love you. Thanks for encouraging me even when I gross you out with my love for daddies.
Paige, our editor, thank you so much for taking this hot ass mess on relatively last minute. Some day we will get our shit together. Probably not anytime soon, though, so don’t hold your breath.
Lastly, the biggest thanks goes to all of the readers and bloggers who took a chance on this new duo. We never expected Stepdaddy Savage to do so well, and we are forever grateful to you guys. Hope you all loved Savage Beast just as much, or even more. Stay tuned, because this shit is just getting started.
Kisses, hugs, and butt plugs,
Rose
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