Savage Kind of Love

by Nicole Snow

  That made me smile.

  I wanted it to hurt because it was so damned good. Wanted it to be too much, a full body demo starting in hellfire and ending in pleasure and relief. This was a fuck she'd remember for the rest of her life.

  Pretty tall order knowing I'd be giving it to her a lot for now on, but there it was.

  I was determined, and I wasn't fucking letting go.

  She started to pant coming down from her high. My cue to go all over again, gripping her ass until my knuckles were white, holding her against me as I slammed my cock into her.

  “Oh, fuck. Oh, oh! I can't –“

  “Let your fucking eyes roll, baby. No more talk. Not 'til you blow for me again.”

  She spoke with her nails while I had her lips locked up in heaven. Sharp fingernails raked down my chest, right over my club tattoo. Damned if she didn't scratch me like a fucking mountain lion.

  Guess sex this intense always hurts and throbs and cuts both ways.

  Her nails spurred me to fuck harder. So I did.

  Soon, she was coming again, crying out louder before pleasure choked off her screams. Music to my red blooded ears.

  I could've kept her riding me forever, fucking and coming until neither of us could walk straight. Could've, if it wasn't for the fire starting to churn in my balls.

  Her orgasm was just starting to wane when I lost it. I tossed her sweet ass up high before yanking her close, holding her onto me with a death grip as burning seed shot up my loins.

  It hit her deep and we both exploded to a greater high. Coming together was meant to be this, two waves of flesh slapping and mixing, my essence shooting to her womb. Her pussy sucked and twisted at my cock, drawing sperm deep, but she couldn't hold everything I gave her.

  I filled her good and it kept going, pouring into her, until I was sure my balls were empty. Our heavy juices slipped out between us.

  Even when it was over, I was rock hard. I held myself in her as she collapsed, falling totally exhausted onto my chest. Her muscles seized one more time and she moaned, soft ecstasy breezing out her lips.

  I gripped her tight and stroked her hair, loving her lingering warmth.

  Yeah, this was right. This was where we both belonged. No matter what happened from here on out, if we melded like this, there wouldn't be any more fears or misunderstandings.

  I'd marked her and claimed her in the deepest way I could as my new old lady. There'd be time for a real honeymoon as soon as this shit with the renegades passed. For now, I was satisfied, happy because she was happy. And nothing – no, nothing – was gonna threaten that.

  “I've been thinking about Jordan,” she whispered later, after we'd finally had our fill.

  I'd mounted her and came two more times. Lost track of all the times she shuddered, gasped, and exploded on my dick the last few hours.

  Fuck. Thought I'd driven those demons away for good.

  I might've thought it, but I knew I was being fucking naive. Good hard fucking was enough to forget, but when it was all over, the same dirty business was staring us in the face. Dirty and unfinished.

  “What about him? Hope to have a lead on that little shit soon. None of my boys have seen him for a while, but we'll hunt him down. I'll bring you his fucking patch myself.” She gave me an intense look. “Our way of proving an enemy's dead and won't be causing no more trouble.”

  “No, it's not so simple, Blaze.” She grabbed my arm and squeezed.

  Damn it, I didn't like where this was heading.

  “Look, I know what you need to do...I haven't changed my mind. It's just that...well, he's family. The only way I'll ever feel like Mom's resting in peace is if I take care of it.”

  “What the fuck?” I sat up on one elbow and looked at her hard. “You're telling me you want to kill your own brother?”

  She nodded. I shook my head. Maybe fucking so rough and long had rattled something loose in her head.

  “You're not a killer, Saffron. You had a hell of a time taking out your rapist asshole in the woods. Let the club handle this. Let me.”

  “It gets easier the more you do it, right?” Cynical words for a pretty lady. “I'm not saying I'll be stupid. I'll do whatever you think is the best way to go about this. You can bring him to me.”

  “It's not always that easy, baby. Especially if he's brought the whole club along with him. No fucking way am I putting you so close to danger. Already slipped up once not having this place locked down tight and driving you into an attack.”

  Shit, were we even discussing this? My old lady, my way. I wanted to put my fucking boot down and end it.

  “He won't bring his guys,” she said, brushing away the warning in my voice. “I've got a plan, Blaze. If it goes like I think, you can lead him straight to us. Squeeze him about the others, I don't care. I need to do this for family. You need it for your club. Won't you hear me out?”

  Just my luck. I wanted Saffron deep in the lifestyle, yeah, but I never expected her to turn cold blooded killer and partner in...whatever the fuck we were about to do.

  I couldn't believe I listened to her scheme.

  VII: Repercussions (Saffron)

  There's only one thing in the world harder than killing a human being: killing your own flesh and blood.

  I gripped the small gun Blaze had given me, concealing it in a holster behind my new jacket as I stood behind Mom's old apartment. We'd just cleaned up her things shortly after the funeral. The building's management gave us until the end of the month to vacate, pretty standard procedure for the deceased.

  There was no guarantee this would work. If it hadn't been for the happy afterglow in his eyes after our sex, he probably wouldn't have listened at all. But special nights do special things.

  I was thrilled to be his old lady. Truly. Nothing sounded better than wiping this horror clean so we could get on with our lives.

  I told him I wanted to kill Jordan. Truthfully, I was totally prepared to do it the minute the bastard laid a hand on me or confessed a single word about murdering our mother.

  But I had to hear it from his lips. I couldn't let Blaze, me, or anybody else kill my brother without knowing he was truly guilty, and if he wasn't...

  Crap.

  Thinking about that was almost as hard as imagining a bullet in his head. If he hadn't done it, then we had a much bigger problem, and I didn't have a clue how to handle him or keep my love from killing him anyway.

  Right now, I waited. Alone, but not really.

  Several guys from the club were right around the corner. All the big experienced ones: Tank, Moose, Reb, and Roller. Blaze was up in the apartment, the place where I was supposed to corner him or run to at the first sign of trouble, assuming his guys didn't get to us first.

  As expected, Jordan hadn't answered his phone. I left the tearful calls anyway. I set a time and a place and told him to be there if he gave a shit about family at all.

  Didn't take much to pour on the sadness these days, even if the intense sorrow I'd felt the week after the funeral was fading like the world's slowest healing sore.

  I gave him a time and a place. Now all we could do was hope he showed up. The Devils expected him to come with his friends, and they were standing by to deal with them.

  I opened my phone and looked at the time. He was already a couple minutes overdue, but then, my brother had never been punctual. He was used to setting his own schedule, and leaving me to pick up the pieces he refused to handle.

  My jaw popped as I bit down and held it tight. This wait was killing me. A few more minutes passed.

  I wondered if I hallucinated a motorcycle's rumble a little while later. No, there it was, loud and ominous and way too late to be anybody under Blaze.

  My brother pulled in sporting full Grizzlies colors. God, he had balls, showing up in enemy territory like this when he had to have known what had happened...

  He saw me standing by the little garden area near the lot and parked. No apartments faced this side of the building
and the mostly elderly residents wouldn't be taking any notice while I waited, fingering the handgun one more time. No room for error or going back now. If this ended up like I thought it would, I couldn't hesitate.

  I had to be ready. I had to rip it out when he turned away, point it at the back of his head, and blow his brains out.

  You hesitate a single second, there won't be a second chance. We need him dead and mopped up before anybody notices. Every fucking second counts.

  Blaze's words echoed in my head. I clenched the gun, promising I wouldn't let him down, and then let go. Had to look somewhat normal and relaxed now that big brother was right next to me.

  “Shelly? What the hell's going on? You and Mom finally decided to come to your senses after treating me like dog shit?”

  I blinked. Shit was right. Was it a ploy, a mind game, or was he seriously in the dark?

  “What are you looking at?” he asked, growing more irritated. “What? Fucking tell me!”

  He reached for my shoulders. I should've grabbed the gun and shot him then, but of course I was too slow, too stunned.

  Jesus, my control was slipping. He acted like he didn't know a damned thing.

  Reb and Roller were checking on our position from a nearby spot every few seconds, and they had a rifle to shoot from long distances. If they swept their binoculars over us right now, while he was yelling and shaking like a maniac, then he was as good as dead if I wasn't in the way.

  I hesitated. They wouldn't.

  “What happened?” he demanded.

  I opened my mouth and coughed. For the first time in years, I saw serious concern lining his face, the brother I thought I'd lost looking at me with hollow and scared eyes.

  “Mom's dead!” I croaked.

  For a second, his hands pinched my skin to the bone, and then they were gone. He backed away like a zombie, and going just as pale as one too.

  “What're you...this can't be real.” Anger added new color to his flesh again. “Mom? You gotta be bullshitting me. What the fuck's happened to our mother –”

  He broke and went running. I caught him at the main door, pounding on it with his fists.

  Holy shit, this was going sour. If I didn't stop him this instant, he'd wake the whole first floor, and then we'd never kill him, much less hide a body.

  But killing was the furthest thing from my mind now. My brother wasn't a good actor. He was a hot-head who ran on pure emotion, and he was doing it now, completely losing his shit as his fists banged raw against metal and glass.

  “Shelly? Open this fucking door!”

  “Jordan! Stop it!” I pinched his arm until he yelped. “You're not getting in until you tell me if you came here alone. Are there any others? Any of those assholes?”

  “No, but I wish I'd brought my brothers!” He sneered. “They wouldn't have let this shit happen. You better be shitting me, sis. If you're not...I won't hold back, and neither will the club. I'll destroy the motherfucker who put her into an early grave.”

  He was tensing up, so full of rage he wouldn't hesitate to strike, even at me, his own sister. Then, like a fever, it broke. He slumped to his knees, clinging to the door handle, hanging his head.

  Okay, things were getting really fucked up. Something was really off.

  Jordan didn't look...right.

  Not just because he was horrified and wearing those ugly colors either. His hair was slick and greasy, like he hadn't showered for a long time. He had to be on something.

  “Let me in...let me see...please, sis. I need to make peace. Won't hurt you. I promise.”

  Junkie or not, he worked my heartstrings. I gulped, and caught the flicker of a man in leather behind us, walking through the parking lot.

  I hadn't totally decided what the hell to believe. I had to know more before I made my decision. But first, the shadows outside moved again.

  Crap. Somebody noticed we weren't where we were supposed to be. Reb and Roller would be on us in a second. Had to move.

  I unlocked it and flung open the door. Jordan took off, his missing energy suddenly refreshed.

  Shit, shit.

  Running after him was like chasing a loose dog. I ripped down the halls as fast as my feet would carry me, up the stairs, and only slowed when I saw Mom's old door hanging open.

  Oh, God. Blaze, please don't kill my brother. Please don't–

  When I got inside, Blaze was knocked flat. My brother was on top of him, beating his fists bloody each time he swung for my old man's face and missed. The men wrestled like two mountain lions, swearing and roaring and spitting in a tornado of muscles and leather.

  “Hey! Hey!” They didn't even know I was there.

  If there was ever a time for that gun...

  “Fucking stop it!”

  I whipped it out and fired. An accident, done and over in the blink of an eye.

  The bullet soared a couple feet over their heads and embedded itself in the wall. The deafening bang got their attention. Finally.

  Blaze pushed my brother off, snarling. He had his own gun in hand, and he rolled, slamming it across Jordan's jaw and pressing the barrel to my brother's temple as he met my gaze.

  “I said stop! Blaze, don't do this!”

  “Give me one good fucking reason why not. This wasn't the plan, Saffron!” The nine millimeter wobbled in his hand. I'd never seen him so pissed.

  “Plan?” Jordan groaned, as if from another world.

  My turn to step forward, while I still could. I raised the gun again, way more careful this time, and carefully trained it past Blaze on my brother.

  “I've got him. Back away. We all need to talk.”

  “There's nothing to discuss!” Jordan roared, seething with more frightful energy. “Nothing except why my fucking mother's dead and my sister's pulling a goddamned gun on me!”

  “Quiet, asshole,” Blaze growled. “Saffron, you got something to say, you say it now. He's got about thirty seconds, and the countdown already started...”

  He wasn't fucking around. I could see him mentally tracking the time, ready to snuff out my brother like a cornered bug. For him, it wasn't hard. He wouldn't hesitate with anyone who was a threat.

  “Jordan didn't do this. He's an asshole – a crazy asshole! – but I don't believe he had anything to do with killing our Mom. He didn't know...”

  Blaze shook his head, dripping ridicule off his sexy body. “Oh, please. You gotta be shitting me. What'd he say?”

  The gun jabbed harder at Jordan's temple. My brother's whole body shook once, as if shocked, and then settled into weaker tremors.

  My heart did a painful flip. I saw the boy who used to cry so long ago about middle school drama and his first bad breakup, desperately trying to hide his anguish from Mom and I.

  “No way he did it. My brother's fucked up, probably taking drugs, but he didn't kill her. He didn't even know it had happened...”

  “Yeah, I've seen this sweaty, manic bullshit before. Fucker's been shooting ice. Isn't that right, you sonofabitch bear?” Blaze's hand twitched on the gun, and I could tell he barely refrained from pistol-whipping him in the jaw again. Then he looked at me.

  “Never trust a fucking junkie. The Grizzlies have got plenty of 'em. It's half the reason we always kick their asses. These motherfuckers can't remember what they ate for breakfast, much less what they did a week ago.”

  “No...he wasn't like this before. Even when he first showed up in town, he was sober. This is new.” I looked at Blaze. Not very convincing, his expression said.

  Crap. Think of something. Think!

  “Jordan...” I came closer, as close as Blaze would tolerate. “Where were you? If you don't know about this, you couldn't have been here...couldn't have been with your club.”

  I didn't hold my contempt. He looked up at me like a lost dog. His eyes were glazed and newly bloodshot.

  “I'm not telling this Prairie Pussy. Kill me now if that's what you wanna do.”

  Blaze drew the gun away and gripped it
in both hands. “Good call, asshole. I'm much obliged to answer.”

  “Nooo!” The shrillest, most bloodcurdling scream of my life ripped out my lungs.

  It hurt, but it worked. Blaze looked at me with an equal harshness in his eyes, shaking his head. This was my very last chance.

  “Jordan, please. If you ever cared about me or Mom you'll tell him. You'll save your stupid fucking life! It's about the last thing you deserve...but it's all you still got.”

  Please.

  There was a long silence. My brother sat up straight, the defiance on his face melting into defeat. He let out a loud sigh.

  “Been on a long run out of state,” he said slowly, turning to Blaze. “ You fucks will find out why soon enough, and so will Saffron if she doesn't stop hanging with you. Brought some new toys back from Idaho to compete with the shit you Devil bastards are playing with.”

  “Blaze...” I moaned.

  “I believe him.” Not the words I thought I'd hear. Blaze got up and stepped back, the first step to standing down, though he didn't take the gun off him.

  “You're crazy, Jordan. Let me help you.” I kneeled in front of my brother and touched his face. He jerked back, as if I was a complete stranger.

  “Don't need your damned help, sis. My brothers have got my back.”

  “You're wrong. Look at me, Jordan.” Blaze put one foot forward, warning him to comply.

  I waited until he met my eyes. Jesus, he looked like total shit. It was like something had crawled into my brother's body and taken him over.

  “Those men you're with are the ones who killed Mom. I saw her myself...the shit they did to her.” My turn to choke and cry. “You don't want to know. You need to get out, and then tell us everything you know about them so Blaze can help us get her justice.”

  “You think you're working for the Grizzlies?” Blaze said. “Guess you don't realize your brothers are a goddamned renegade charter. If we don't blast their asses, Fang will do it for us.”

  “Bullshit.” Jordan's eyes flicked to me, then to Blaze. “Think he's got you brainwashed pretty good, sis. You always were an easy girl to lead around.”