Savage Outlaw (Renegade Souls MC Romance Saga Book 8)

by V. Theia

  It broke the ice and laughter traveled around the room.

  “If you ask me, Prez, it’s been too damn quiet around here.” Snake imparted his opinion, air boxing from his seat with his tattoo fists. “I even started missing the Russian fucks. Don’t know ‘bout you, but I’m ready for a scrap.”

  “It’s the Diablos, what can they do, whine us to death?” This from Capone.

  Butcher expected trouble, but as he strode through the clubhouse and saw Roux’s welcoming smile and her lips turned up for his kiss, he wasn’t thinking about trouble, only her.

  He was gonna take his girl out of town for a date.

  “Ready to go?”

  She grinned and laced their fingers, hopping down from the stool, she grabbed the bag of hard candy Jed must have found for her in the kitchen. “So ready.”

  All other shit could wait until they got back.

  TWENTY-TWO

  “Confessions of a hotel room.” - Roux

  “Oh, god. Tad. I can’t again.”

  “Take it,” his heavy growl shuddered on her pulsing skin as she whimpered for mercy. “You’re so close, I can feel it.”

  Flat on her back, legs thrown over Tad’s shoulders, Roux was doing her best not to scream like a banshee when his wicked, wicked mouth pushed her over the edge of a climax.

  Without warning, the pressure built inside Roux and burst into an immense rainbow of waves. She needn’t have worried about disturbing the people in the next hotel room because her scream was noiseless as she concaved her spine and came and came and came.

  A perfect six hour journey with Tad, where they talked about everything, found they had so many movies and music choices in common. They stopped at a small diner and ate strawberry shortcake pancakes before getting back on the road.

  It was bliss.

  Then five minutes to check in, two minutes in the elevator with Tad giving her a hungry look. Not even thirty seconds into their room and he flattened her on the bed. Her jeans wrenched down to her ankles and his mouth … oh, his devilish mouth, did the most despicable things to her pussy.

  She was still shaking when he prowled up her body, kissing her exposed skin as he moved until he had her boxed in with his arms. He let her watch him slaking her pleasure from his lips.

  “We need to stay in more hotels if they turn you into an animal.”

  “I’ve wanted to do that for hours. Six hours I’ve hungered for my Cookie’s taste in my throat.”

  He nuzzled her lips, her nose, her cheeks, all the while she tried to discreetly kick off her jeans. It became chaos with her flopping under him until Tad laughed and helped her out.

  He was hard all over. The plains of his chest and stomach, the veins in his hairy forearms as he braced over her. Most especially the weapon between his legs. Her tired body renewed within a breath and she reached down to stroke him.

  He grunted and pushed his hips forward.

  “What do you need, Cookie? Tell me. I’m dying to give it to you.”

  “So, give it,” she issued, smiling.

  Pushing up her shirt until she was naked, he kissed his way to her mouth but at the last second, he took her hands and pressed them into the bed over her head.

  His mouth trailed along her neck. It was heaven itself.

  His heavy body on top of hers was paradise.

  She loved to feel his muscles working for her pleasure.

  “Are you teasing me?”

  “Mmm.” Was his only answer, and of its own accord her body bowed up to rub against his. God, he was so hard.

  Those lovely kisses went on and on until Tad grunted, reared back to balance on his knees, he dragged her across his lap, positioning her.

  “Put me inside,” he said against her lips, moaning when their tongues briefly met.

  Roux was shaking with need as she lowered herself. The heady cocktail of their joined arousal almost blinded her when he was notched, locked, and loaded at her entrance, waiting for her to slide down and impale herself.

  Tad had hold of her around the back of her neck, their breaths mingling.

  “We should talk about protection.”

  Roux blinked.

  “Now? You want to talk about it now?” It was the incredulous high tone of hers that made him laugh and she groaned with her forehead to Tad’s, lowering herself another inch. It was a stretch and burn she loved but his big hands slid down her back and took hold of her hips, stalling her movements. “No,” she whimpered. “No stopping.”

  “Only for a second, baby,” he told her, kissing her lips, licking the bottom one. “We should’ve talked about it before.”

  “I take the pill, Tad. We’re fine. Now fuck me.”

  She’d whine if she had to.

  That smile of his was a weapon all on its own. It made her stomach feel funny because it made her think of days in the future when they could make love when they wanted to. Because they were together now. It was no longer fast hits, fast fixes for their need and then pushing their desire for one another back into a hole.

  The sensation made Roux giddy and he wanted to stop now and talk? Impossible.

  She shimmied her hips and grinned gratified when it was Tad who grunted, managing to push him all the way home.

  Ah, god. Ecstasy.

  “I know you are, baby. And you’ll notice we haven’t used anything the last few times.”

  “Don’t care, I trust you.”

  Her rise and fall started slow, mainly because she felt so full of him that she had to take a second to adjust.

  “You can always trust me, baby. But don’t ever take that line from anyone else.” Then he growled, “not that you’ll get the chance to hear it from another bastard. You’re mine.”

  Oh, my god. The next push came from Tad, rolled up with his hot snarl as he started fucking her, almost taking her up from her knees. “Aren’t you, Cookie? Tell me you’re mine.”

  “I will if you don’t stop fucking me.”

  “Say it.” Another hard thrust and she was rocketing so fast to her end game. Squeezing and tightening up around the thickness causing her heart to skip beats.

  “I’m yours.”

  “Damn right.”

  He started bucking wildly and Roux chuckled. So that was how she’d get him to do things, just call herself his and he turned into a possessive beast.

  She approved of this feminine manipulation. She always thought men were controlled by their dicks, but maybe her Tad needed owning words. God, how sexy was that?

  She went in for the kiss. Needing it. Wanting to swallow his taste when she flew apart again. But he landed her on her back with a surprise omph. It didn’t stop his hips from shunting down and impaling her over and over until her mouth opened on a silent scream, coming with his name rattling through her head.

  “I’m close.” He panted as his movements became less regulated.

  Push after push, he brought himself off using her body. The harder he fucked her, the more her world spun. Roux could only muster the energy to band her arms around his massive back, hold on and take the hard pounding, until he grunted at last and let her take all his weight.

  “Fuck, baby. You make me crazy.”

  “Yeah? I was crazy first because that felt fantastic.”

  His chuckle was hot and sweet at the same time, especially when he lifted his head and those green eyes were lit bright with arousal.

  “Now we got that out of the way,” she chuckled and slapped his shoulder, “listen, baby. I don’t wanna use condoms.”

  “Well, we didn’t. Wish granted,” she teased.

  Tad settled between her legs, so he wasn’t putting all his bulk on her, brushed her hair from her face and kissed her again. “It means something to me. I never not used them in the past, baby. I want you to know this now. Right from my first fuck. I always knew the only time I wanted nothing between, was with the woman I wanted to be with for life.”

  Her breathing accelerated and then her heart slowed to a lazy t
hump-thump.

  Was he talking long term as in forever with her?

  “You catching what I’m saying, baby?”

  “Yeah, yeah. I hear you. I’m fine with no condoms, Tad. The pill regulates me. Oh, shit, that reminds me.” She managed to slide out from under him, much to Tad’s groaning dismay and she padded naked over to her bag where she foraged for her purse and the little packet inside. She swallowed the pill without water.

  “Come back here,” he’d moved to the edge of the bed and pulled her to his lap when she was close, burying a hand in her hair. “It’s always been you, Roux. So, fucking you. Since the second you rammed my truck.”

  “You backed into me!”

  “Sure, Cookie. I backed my stationary truck into you.”

  “Finally, you admit it,” she chuckled and fingered through his just fucked hair, making him grunt. He was such a tactile biker. Tad was especially ticklish on the river-deep V grooves on his torso. Mm, she had lovely memories of licking them one at a time. Her eyelids lowered and she nuzzled his lips.

  “You knew even when you rammed me off the road that you wanted to not use condoms with me?” She teased to hear him laugh.

  “Maybe not that second but I was caught, baby. Caught up in you immediately.”

  Her heart pounded a thunderous beat, she was sure he felt it too.

  It was rare that Roux felt tongue-tied, but his confession left her breathless to say the least.

  “Been that way ever since.”

  Oh, he wasn’t done making her heart go nuts.

  How was she going to survive a man like Tad if he did these sweet things a lot?

  The thing with secret affairs, as sparse as theirs had been, it never afforded them sweet moments like this. And she regretted every second that they’d missed.

  Would he have been this sweet and open from the beginning had their relationship had a normal chance at growing? She’d bet her last penny he would. He’d been charming as hell that first day too.

  “Tad. You’re making me feel funny,”

  He grinned, slow and sexy. “Good funny?”

  Roux bit her lower lip, but a moan of longing still escaped. It was a noise that Tad swallowed with his rushed kiss. When they parted, breathing recklessly, his savage gaze didn’t leave hers. “I wanna be able to fuck you where I want to, move aside your sexy little panties and be inside my woman as deep as I can go.” The hand he had on her hip roamed up her side, causing shivers and gasps. “No latex, just my girl’s tight as fuck wet body sucking around me. There’s only been you since we met, Roux. I want you to know that.”

  A pulse of surprise went through her. She’d never wanted to ask him if he dated anyone between seeing her, she’d been too afraid of that gut punch if he said yes. “And you haven’t either, or I’d rip the sonuvabitch apart who tried to touch my woman.” He delivered with a growl and made her laugh. This side of him was an eye opener.

  “Possessive.”

  “Fucking right I am.”

  “I haven’t. So, you know. I only wanted you.”

  He licked her nipple.

  Then sucked her neck.

  He palmed her butt and squeezed suggestively. Not that she needed much suggestion, her body was on high alert all the time where Tad was concerned.

  “And I want you to be able to unzip me and sit down on my cock when you need it too.”

  “Tad,” she whimpered, dizzy. “Why are you trying to kill me?”

  “You like that, baby?” He grinned big as a crazy clown. “My Cookie always has a lot of need, I expect you to rampage through my fucking zippers a lot, yeah?”

  “God, I will. I want to. It’s all I ever wanted. You, I mean. You’re all I ever wanted. I shouldn’t have lied back then, but you were so fucking sexy, I couldn’t help myself, I wanted you.”

  “Shh, Roux. That’s in the past now. Wouldn’t change a thing.”

  “Really?” She could hardly believe that to be true. She’d almost gotten him killed for fucking her when he didn’t know her real age. How he’d innocently turned up at her house to pick her up and war started with her dad. The guilt of that one bad decision continued to pour gasoline through her body every day.

  “We’re here now, yeah? I can’t regret that. We kept coming back to each other, Roux. So many times, like we’re attached by an invisible thread. You’re so fucking it for me, no matter what we went through to get here.”

  Emotion that felt like helium high on gas flushed through her, and she clutched onto his head when he rested his forehead to her cheek. “You’re it for me too.”

  “Then maybe you wanna break your engagement, hm?” She heard the laughter in his tone, and she thumped his shoulder. “Shut up, you know I’ve never been engaged.”

  “No, not yet you haven’t.” his smoldering words held a lot of heated promise and Roux almost fell off his lap. And then of course, like all men and their unfiltered mouths, he went and ruined their sweet mood by adding. “Let’s get in the shower, baby, my come is dripping out of you all over my fucking leg.”

  Roux burst out laughing, part embarrassment and she buried her face in his neck.

  He carried her through to the bathroom. Then he pinned her to the tiled wall and showed her what her man did when he needed her.

  “Get dressed,” he said more than an hour later after room service had brought food. “I’m taking you out.”

  “Really?” She asked, curled up on the bed in a fluffy robe. “I’m happy to stay in, Tad.” Just for the pleasure of being with him. Her belly fluttered in expectancy.

  “Dressed, baby. We’ve already spent far too much time locked up in motels, I wanna show my girl off and have a good time.”

  How could she refuse that.

  He took her to a street festival that wasn’t far. They played games, he won her prizes, she won him one which he said he found fucking adorable. They ate so much street food until she wanted to pop.

  They were like any other couple there holding hands.

  And that felt amazing.

  Yeah, Tad was it for her.

  It was the big L word. Even if she couldn’t cope with saying it yet.

  She was feeling it big time.

  “That’s your man moving inside you,” Tad reminded her that night when he had her pressed face first into the soft plush hotel bed. Roux was gripping the sheets and moaning like a porn star, pleading for her orgasms.

  “My man,” she breathed. Then added, “my man better bring it home.”

  “Fucking A,” he about roared.

  And did just that.

  Roux didn’t want to go home. Reluctant to give up the first time they could be normal. But that next morning while she lounged in bed, he took the hour drive to visit with Lawless and when he got back, they packed up and went for lunch, prolonging as much as they could.

  With anything in life, reality soon came crashing back.

  And that, Roux decided, fucking sucked.

  TWENTY-THREE

  “What happened when you mixed a Souls with a Diablos? He was about to find out.” - Butcher

  “This is a bad idea. I can meet you later.”

  “My tough Cookie doesn’t get nervous,” he leaned over the console and took her mouth. Not in a long kiss as he wanted, seeing as they were outside of her daddy’s clubhouse, he thought better of it. “Come on, let’s get it over with, it’s fine.”

  “Fine he says,” she huffed with fire in her eyes that he loved to see. “If you don’t remember the near death experience where I had to watch your boys ride up to the door and carry you out unconscious, then I do.”

  “It’s gonna be fine,” he repeated and stepped out of the truck, before he slid off his leather jacket first, then took off his cut. Leaving him in a long sleeve Henley and an opened blue shirt over it. He didn’t have to like any man in the building, but he could adhere to the club rules about not stepping inside wearing another MC’s colors.

  It was the same for the prison visit with Lawl
ess. They didn’t like the boys walking in wearing the mark of the Renegade Souls.

  He rounded the truck and lifted out the two bags of groceries Roux wanted to stop and grab on the way. He hadn’t realized how much she helped out at the club. Not just with restocking the kitchen, but accounts too. She managed the club girls for the day to day cleaning of the place. Plus, another hundred things for the boys that amounted to her always running around after their asses.

  He didn’t want his woman being a fucking dogsbody for those lazy bastards. He discovered on the drive home how she was the one who made sure the bills were paid for the club and at home. She sorted court letters and anything legal the guys might receive. She organized prison visits for the Diablos locked up, and Roux was in charge of family parties.

  Love for her family made his girl a pushover. Being determined that this worked between them, it wasn’t something he could condone. Not when he wouldn’t treat her that way, so somewhere along the line, he’d have to put a stop to that shit.

  But first he had Axel to face again. Roux was looking pale when he shoved the bags against his chest and grabbed her hand. “Hey, look at me, Cookie. It’s fine, stop worrying.”

  “I don’t want you guys to fight.”

  “We won’t.”

  It wasn’t a promise he could give.

  Roux was worth a fight, a war, a fucking world apocalypse.

  Leaning down, he buffed their lips together. “You’re fucking beautiful when you’re a nervous nelly.”

  This got her glowering and she clobbered his belly. “You are mean.”

  “You weren’t calling me mean this morning.” He smirked and saw her grin with flushed cheeks. He had to lower his voice because they were closing in on the entryway. “You said something about how I’d never made you come so hard, wasn’t it? Yeah, I think that was it.” His voice box all but rumbled how fucking pleased he was about that.

  “I must have been delirious when I said it.”

  “Dick delirious, yeah.” He gloated to make her laugh.

  “Give me a kiss before we go in.”

  “Roux…” he warned. “I can’t put my lips on you right now.”