“You dance like this with every guy who approaches you, Butterfly?” Cole growled into my neck, his hot, minty breath against my skin.
“Fuck no.” I turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I wanted to climb him like a goddamn tree and set a tree house on his face.
“Good answer,” he replied gruffly. “So…” Cole drawled, “feel like becoming a Savage next month?” He squeezed my ass cheeks and dragged me flush against him. I pulled back to look into his eyes, to gauge whether he was serious or not. He definitely was.
“Next month?!” I shrieked.
“Oh my God! I’m a Savage! Then Jade will be a Savage, too, and then we’ll be like sisters for real. And, oh my God, Quinn! You can marry Carter and be a Savage, too!” This drunk bitch. Quinn blushed again, and now there was no denying something was going on. I was going to put my Sherlock hat on the minute I was done with my wedding arrangements.
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
Sneak Peek: Carter & Quinn
SIX MONTHS AGO
Quinn
They think they know me.
By the way I sway my hips. The way I blow them kisses, wink at them, laugh at their jokes.
They think I’m happy.
Why wouldn’t they? I giggled with the other bartenders all the time. I hang out with the girls after work. I have a dog, a Yorkshire terrier, Gia, who I take with me everywhere in a Louis Vuitton I got from one of my ex-boyfriends. An original, thank you very much.
But I’m like that Queen song. My makeup is faking up my smile. And behind that smile…devastation. No one can know. No one should know. It’s my baggage to carry. My secret to bury.
I wear the right clothes and the right perfume. I date men. Handsome men. Rich men. I have sex with them. I use them and they use me. That’s okay.
I think.
But then there’s Carter. Always watching me. Unsmiling. I want to ask him what he’s thinking. I want to ask him why his eyes keep wandering back to me in Hot N’ Bothered where I’m bar tendering and he works as a bouncer. Sometimes.
I’m not stupid. I know it’s not his real job.
He’s a mobster, like all of them. He may not be as cocky and aggressive as Cole Savage-though he is cocky and aggressive-or formidable and scary as Graham Savage-though I know that Carter is a very dangerous man, but he’s a Savage nonetheless.
Like right now, he is staring at me wordlessly, his eyes roaming all over my face, never leaving me, never gliding down to check my body. I appear to be laughing whole-heartedly, but it’s a fake laugh that the man who just tipped me twenty bucks. The man will never believe it’s a lie. I lightly bat at another man’s shoulder, who sits at the bar. Then I turn around to get him another bottle of Heineken and feel him smack my ass. Hard.
I turn around and bat my eyelashes. “Was that really necessary, honey?” I ask. Though really, I feel nothing. So what if he smacked my butt? It didn’t even hurt all that much. The pain, humiliation and shock other women must feel in this situation is vacant from my body. From my soul. All I feel is the emptiness I felt before, when I laughed.
Because that’s what I feel all the time.
Whether I’m being used or abused or when he nice guy flirts with me at the mall or buys me flowers.
I tear my eyes from the idiot who touched me and look back to Carter who is standing at the other end of the packed club. I see through the crowd, through the lights and the darkness, through the music and the dancing figures. I see how his jaw tenses and his eyes narrow, how his fists curl beside his body, but he does absolutely nothing but glare at the back of the head of this man.
Nothing.
Just like all of them.
“Babe, I’ll be honest with you. Your ass is a little big for my taste, but I’d still fuck you. When’s your next break? Meet me at the bathroom?”
Ugh. My ass is perfect, if not a little big, and my waist is small. Guys like him feel like they need to knock women down a few notches in order to actually have a chance with them. My soul is too tired to hate this guy, though. That’s how much I’ve been broken before. I just want this night to be over with so I can crawl into bed, put some music on and chill with my dog.
“Thanks, but I don’t date customers,” I smile politely.
“Who said anything about dating? Does it look like I’m asking your ass to go to dinner with me?” the man laughs crudely, pounding his fist over the counter to make sure his friends, who surround him, got the joke. It’s the first time I look at him-really look at him-and I guess he is around thirty. Maybe a little less. Chubby, but not in an unattractive way. But he’s a little too hairy and a little too short, and a lot too much of an asshole to be considered a catch.
I turn around and smack Selene’s ass, because I’m allowed to, unlike him. She’s another girl who bartends with me here.
“Can you take care of Mr. Green Dress shirt?” I elbow her on a wink. She smiles at me. That’s me. Quinn, the happy-go-lucky girl.
“Sure thing. He giving you trouble, girl?” she asks in her southern twang. I’m not asking where she’s from because a lot of the girls Graham picks up to work at his joints don’t want to talk about their pasts. It’s one thing if you decide to bring your past up yourself in a conversation and tell others your story, but here, we never ask.
I never told anyone.
I was never asked by anyone.
And I like it that way.
“Nah, he’s a real sweetheart, but he wants to chat and I have a migraine.”
“Aw, there’s some Tylenol in my bag,” she shifts her eyes downwards, to the shelves behind the counter, and I nod.
“You’re the best darlin’.”
“Don’t I know it.”
The rest of the night goes by without incident. My eyes keep drifting to Carter, and Carter’s eyes keep drifting to me. Cole Savage is here tonight, so all the ladies are losing their minds, asking for him to sign their tits and w
hatnot. When my shift is finally over, it’s four a.m.
I wipe the bar with a wet cloth, arrange the beer pints and wine glasses-all still warm from the industrial dish washer-in a neat row behind the bar. I noticed that Carter stares at me harder when I do those things. Arrange. Make sure all the glasses are in a straight line. I’m funny like that, but I’ve always been a neat person.
Maybe a little OCD.
Either way, he doesn’t mind.
When he sees me fussing over the exact angle of the glass, how I want it to be placed so it won’t be half an inch too close or too far to the next one, he tenses. Then when I get it right-and I always get it right-there’s a relieved smile on his face.
We’re both weird, I know that.
But I don’t dislike that.
If anything…it’s nice. To feel like someone sees you and understands. Not everything. He’ll never understand everything. But the surface of things.
“I’m outta’ here, people, have a good one!” I fling my bag over my shoulder, smack my lips with a fresh coat of lip gloss and move toward the back door. I blow kisses to the other bartenders and bouncers-everyone other than Carter, for some reason, it feels weird to do that to him. Not because I don’t like him. More because it’s a charade I feel like he shouldn’t be a part of. Like he deserves more than my lies-and walk away.
I get out to an alley. It’s fall, and the air is fresh and crisp but the stench of industrial food and empty bottles of alcohol is rising from the trash containers. I sigh and throw the garbage into the nearest trash can. I turn around, beginning to walk out from the narrow, bricked alleyway and to the main street, when I feel a cold blade pressed against my neck. A cold hand snaked behind my back, the palm pressing against my lips. I shudder. I know this smell. Alcohol, salty peanuts and despair.
My father.
“You know, Quinn, I always found it hard to believe when people told me you’d leave me. I thought to myself – ‘she’ll never do it. I’m her father, and I need her. I’m sick’. But guess what? They were right and I was wrong. Because here I am, chasing my fucked-up daughter in the middle of the night, or the beginning of the morning, depends how you look at it, really, looking for favors.”
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