Savage Saviors: The Complete Boxset (Savage Saviors MC)

by J. C. Allen

  I just smirked.

  I turned and stuck my ass into him as the elevator rode up. I felt his fingers rubbing over my underwear under my dress, and I moaned. I couldn’t take it anymore. Fuck this warfare, fuck this subtlety—take it out to the open!

  I turned around, fire in my eyes, shaking in my body, and an insatiable sexual appetite driving me. I grasped his cheeks in my hand, as if I was going to rip his head off his shoulders to make out with it. I pressed my lips into his, kissing so hard that I wanted to pry his jaw open permanently to get to his tongue.

  He kissed me back, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and pulling me against him through the open doors and onto the couch. Derek’s kiss tasted so damn good; felt so damn good.

  I needed more.

  I needed this. Right now. Right here.

  I moved into his lap, wiggling a bit as I pushed him back against the couch. I gasped, liberated at the freedom from my own thoughts this man’s touch bestowed upon me, and I grinned at the familiar feel of him between my thighs. Even through both of our pants, I still felt him awakening to my efforts. He groaned as I gently thrusted against his hips and I shivered as he moved his hands back to my waist, this time stopping me from moving any further.

  With nothing more to stop us, we lost ourselves in the familiar passion we’d come to know so well already.

  My only regret was wondering why I had had to wait so goddamn long for this to happen—I could’ve made Derek come in thirty seconds, let alone three minutes. He certainly could have done the same to me.

  But, well, holy shit, my arousal levels had just spiked through the roof because of this experience, having to wait so long to get my release.

  “We gotta…” Derek gasped.

  “No!” I growled, tearing my dress off and straddling him naked. “Here.”

  He didn’t need a second word from me. With a movement that demonstrated his raw strength and limitless power, he lifted me up with my legs still clinging to his hips, put me on the couch, and pressed his body into mine as he, too, tore off his clothes.

  And let me tell you—I felt almost too wet to not be noticeable in public. But Derek? Compared to Derek, I looked like a subdued saint.

  This was a man who’d wanted to fuck me this morning in the hospital and had to muster the strength to hold off until after the show and dinner. I had no idea what it was like to save myself for sex later, but I imagined it must have been ten times harder for a man.

  Normally, Derek was an unselfish lover, but in this case, I didn’t want him to be this way—I needed him inside me. I reached down and yanked his clothes off, still in some level of half-terror, half-awe at the size of his cock. I never quite knew how it would comfortably fit in me, but as I felt him reach my outside and as I felt him push in, sure enough, it was seemingly just the perfect size—big enough to fill me, but not so big that it left me in discomfort.

  And then he cupped my breasts and kissed them as he thrust into me from the couch, and I could only moan his name.

  “Derek, Derek… oh…. Oh…. God, Derek, yes…”

  My hands grabbed onto anything that I could get a hold of—his hair, his shoulders, his neck. They wound up going to a bunch of different places on his body, mostly because I couldn’t stay still. His movement and his size had me squirming, moving all over because I couldn’t remain in one place without passing out from the pleasure.

  I heard him grunting sooner than expected, as if on the verge of coming a bit sooner than he’d expected—after all, we hadn’t done this in a long enough time that he’d have some level of pent-up energy.

  He seemed to recognize as much too, because he pulled out, gasping, then grabbed me like a hungry animal and pressed his lips into mine. He lifted me off the couch and pressed me against the wall—oh, the ferocity and power of that man!—and resumed his actions, my legs shaking as if in an earthquake.

  Well, my body was certainly in a quake.

  I looked into his eyes as he pounded me from behind and saw the eyes of a man who relished this moment like no other. He was too into it to be reflecting on it, too overtaken by the pleasure in his body to be thinking about what this meant, too present to be thinking of anything from the past—which was fine by me as I bit my lip.

  It was just what I needed.

  We must have gone at it like this for a good half an hour, parading all around his apartment in many different positions in many different places before, much to his pleasure, I gave him that titjob he was looking for. It gave me pleasure most of all to see his eyes light up as he saw what I wanted him to do, and when he shot his load all over my neck, I just grinned at the expression of utter delight.

  He collapsed off to the side, catching his breath as if he’d just run a marathon.

  “Holy fuck.”

  But before he could speak, the phone rang.

  “Least we got it done before the call this time,” I said as I rose to go to the bathroom and clean myself off.

  “Yeah, tell me about it,” he said.

  Reaching desperately, as if his legs couldn’t work—which may not have been too improbable—he finally grabbed his phone. I heard his voice warm up as he answered.

  “I should have known you wouldn’t die, you fucker,” he said.

  He put Matty on speaker phone, letting me hear the big bear roar with laughter and then start smacking around Derek in that thick twang of his.

  “I’d’ve guessed ya would’ve for not wearin’ yer helmet, ya fool!” he said. “I always said you were on a goddamn death wish.”

  “Yeah, well, I could die happy now,” he said.

  A pause came before another guffaw came.

  “Yer gal better be as happy as ya are.”

  I gave him a delightful thumbs up as I tried not to laugh, not wanting Matty to feel that he had interrupted something special.

  “You could say that,” Derek said. “Anyways, what’s up?”

  “I jes wanted to hear yer big stinkin’ voice. Is a man allowed to do that?”

  “Well, normally, I’d say that’s a bit weird, maybe I’d say gay in the old days, but, well, you are gay and I did almost just die. So I suppose it’s not the weirdest thing in the world. Although Eve did tell me you dropped her off—I was expecting you to come up too!”

  “The way ya two lovas probably went at each otha? Yer welcome for me stayin’ out of yer hair.”

  Derek laughed and even I did too. It wasn’t exactly a secret that I was staying with Derek, and it wasn’t a secret either that we were intimate. I think it was more I just wanted to keep the moment we’d just had with each other.

  But, then again, for all Matty had done, he might as well have been family too.

  “So, how’s business going, then? You better not have sold the shop while I was gone.”

  “Bah! Ye of lit—”

  The line went silent, but when I looked over, I saw that Derek had taken the phone off of speaker. I knew he wasn’t trying to hide anything from me, but rather, he just wanted to keep me and his business as separate as possible. Exhausted and with my body feeling completely wiped, I crashed into the couch, listening to the sound of Derek’s voice as he continued the phone call with Matty.

  From the sounds of things, everything was once more as it had been. With a few decidedly golden differences, of course. Things were going so well, in fact, that I caught myself wondering if the Black Falcons would just back off entirely; fade into darkness and then, maybe, fade away into history.

  Maybe peace had finally come. Derek would live in peace, I could escape the life of a hooker permanently, and together…

  I chewed my lip, knowing that it never would be that simple. Hell, I already knew that it wasn’t that simple.

  Chuck had proved that already.

  Still, I couldn’t imagine what kind of stress telling Derek that my brother was out of jail would put him through. I remembered the look in his eyes when I first mentioned his name. Even then—even before everything
that had happened since—he’d made his feelings clear about how he had felt towards Chuck.

  I knew if I told him about my encounter, there were two strong possible outcomes, neither of which were particularly conducive to us having great sex and a great relationship once more.

  One, he’d relapse with a stroke or burst blood vessel, wind up in the hospital again, and I’d be plunged back into that nightmare—and I didn’t think tempting Death twice was an especially great idea.

  Two, he’d take to the streets with a vendetta, try to track down a man who very well could have kept to his word and skipped town and wind up stirring up more trouble for himself than Chuck was worth. Chuck was a terrible human being, but he mostly kept his horrible actions to his words—he was too cowardly to kill.

  Not cowardly enough to force you into being a whore.

  Ignoring that correction, with those two very real possibilities hanging over my head, I felt I was justified in choosing not to tell Derek about Chuck’s return.

  But it still meant I was keeping secrets from Derek—in essence lying to him—and there was a heavy, cold lump in my gut from that. Even in the afterglow of sex, it seemed to dull the pleasant sensations I should have been feeling.

  “Hey,” Derek called, “you okay?”

  I looked up to see him standing over me. I blinked.

  How long had he been standing there? I hadn’t realized just how out of it and in my own head I had been. I started to shake my head in an effort to shed off the lingering bits of the dark thoughts, thought better of it at the last moment—not wanting to imply that, no, I wasn’t okay—and forced myself to smile and nod instead.

  Stupid! Stupid! I chastised myself. You just said how you didn’t want to worry him! And now you’re looking like the world’s most worried girlfriend ever! You fool. Get it together, Eve.

  “Y-yeah,” I lied, and cringed a little at that fact, hating Chuck all the more for it. “I’m fine. Just… out of it. Tired. You sure knew how to knock me out!”

  “Eve?” Derek said, moving his warm hands to my face.

  I knew I must have looked horrible if my flirting and sexual compliments had barely registered with Derek. Perhaps I had not actually said what I’d meant to say. So, I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes at the peace he brought me from just a small caress.

  “I’m fine,” I repeated.

  I opened my eyes, looking into his warm gaze. I felt a little better realizing that that gaze made the lie a little less hurtful.

  “You promise?” he asked. “You looked pretty upset a moment ago.”

  “I’m okay, really!” I said before I had the chance to think about it more, an act that would have made it painfully obvious I wasn’t fine. “It’s just, well, sometimes I still have flashbacks to the fire and everything with the Falcons, I guess. It was pretty scary, that’s all.”

  “I understand,” he sighed, moving to sit next to me.

  I don’t know what’s worse, if he’s just saying that or if he really means it. Either he knows I’m full of shit or he doesn’t, but I’ve dug myself into a hole here.

  He raised an eyebrow and I wondered if he was going to question me more. I couldn’t be any more obvious with wanting to change the subject. I looked down at my hands, looking anywhere but at Derek. Pitiful, especially considering we’d just had sex for the first time since… even before the fire?

  Yep, even before then.

  It was dangerous just how much power he had on my emotions—no, that wasn’t fair; how much power I let him have over my emotions. But that was the life I lived now. One of danger. And if I was going to give anyone complete control over me, it would be this man right here.

  “And you?” I said, hoping that turning the tables would draw attention away from his questioning. “Everything is okay?”

  “Everything is A-okay, babes,” he answered with a smirk

  I nodded, satisfied by the answer but for all the wrong reasons. After all, I’d asked the question more to make sure that the wool was still firmly pulled over his eyes than out of any hope of anything being okay.

  Hadn’t I only moments ago been thinking of how much like a fairy tale my life seemed to be? I thought to myself. Ahh, hell.

  Just enjoy the moment for what it is.

  I leaned forward, pressing my lips to Derek’s. I had just had a few too many lies, but the one thing that wasn’t a lie was how attracted and drawn to Derek Knight I was.

  21

  Derek

  She’s hiding something, I know it.

  Something must have happened in the time since I went out for a rain ride and when I woke up. While Eve had tried to hide it, I had caught her zoning out a few too many times during the performance of Fiddler on the Roof and at dinner. In fact, I even swore that she drifted off during sex a few times—although that may have just been because it was so good that it felt like it went by so quickly.

  The good news, of course, was that the second time was bound to be better. Like a virgin who pops his cherry in thirty seconds but then has the stamina and buoyed confidence to last half an hour, I knew that when we went at it tonight—I didn’t quite have plans yet to set that up, but I’d think of something—we’d be in a much better place.

  Hell, I’d be in a much better place. A good night’s sleep, not to mention getting my sexual sea legs back, had done wonders for me. I must’ve slept over twelve hours, because when I woke up, Eve had already gone to take care of a few other chores and shopping matters. That was just fine with me—I liked the idea of not getting to see Eve later in the day. The rising tension and anticipation would make the encounter that much more rewarding, that much more pleasurable.

  After cooking myself a quick breakfast while watching an episode of some TV show that was meant to be nothing more than background noise, I decided to pay Roost and the boys at the shop a visit. Roost had surely told them of my recovery, but I wanted them to see me with their own eyes—a little bit for vanity reasons, but also because I genuinely believed it would raise morale and their spirits.

  Although, then again, nothing would really boost their spirits quite like our victory over Rock had.

  I headed down the elevator with a hum in my throat, which in itself was a rather unusual move. I mean, I had typically gone down this elevator with a passive death wish most days, so for me to have anything resembling something cheerful or delightful felt like an episode of the Twilight Zone. Or maybe I’d just suddenly been part of the Body Snatchers.

  Either way, it was very much out of body.

  The doors opened when it occurred to me that I had lost something that only Eve and Roost surpassed in value.

  My bike.

  “Damnit,” I said.

  I had never found out what had happened to that flame-emblazoned beauty, come to think of it. Not that Eve would have known, she was probably just worried about me getting out alive.

  I picked up my phone to call an Uber to the shop—knowing how ridiculous it would look to see some old Honda Accord driving up to a shop full of bikers and clubsters—when I heard the security guard yelling my name. I looked up, saw the guard named Clarence waving to me, and walked over.

  “Hey, man,” I said, shaking his hand and giving him a hug.

  “Your girlfriend was worried sick about you couple nights ago,” he said. “Thought you were dead.”

  “Yeah, well, can’t blame her,” I said. “Although I’m pissed. My bike is gone, and—”

  The look of confusion on his face, marked by a scrunched eyebrow and a short laugh, told me I probably hadn’t looked close enough.

  Sure enough, I looked over and saw the old girl standing there in one piece, waiting for me to ride. She had a few scratches that would need work at the shop, but just the fact that she was as alive as I was…

  OK, today is looking pretty great. Sorry, Uber guy, but Derek Knight has to drive a bike to his biker club.

  “Did the injury prevent you from looking sideways?” Clarence te
ased.

  “So it seems,” I said, having to acknowledge the silliness of my mistake.

  But that was OK. To be able just to laugh about silly mistakes was a nice, far cry from what kind of mistake I had made just days before.

  “By the way, you got left a note,” he said. “Thought you should see it.”

  “OK,” I said, not thinking anything of it.

  I followed Clarence to his security station, where he rummaged through a few different papers before pulling out what looked like a piece of paper torn from a high school notebook. It was crumpled up poorly and quickly, as if the person who had written it needed to get rid of it in a hurry. I opened it up and read it with some struggle.

  “Did you hear what Eve did in Samsville? -Matty”

  While the existence of the note in itself was plausible, there were a few red flags that told me this was likely fake. One, I knew Eve had gone to Samsville, so it wasn’t like that was a secret. Two, Roost didn’t have handwriting like this.

  And three, perhaps most damningly, Roost never signed things “Matty.” If he had to sign an official document, like a license or legal paper, he put “Matthew.” If he had to sign something off at the shop, he put some incoherent scribble that maybe a doctor could identify as “Roost.” But he sure as hell never signed it “Matty.”

  “Who gave this to you?” I said, suspecting a desperate trick by the Black Falcons to get me upset—one that seemed almost too poorly done to have actually been done by them.

  “Some skinny ass kid with short hair and some funky eyes,” he said. “Those eyes creeped me the fuck out.”

  “And when was this?”

  “Not sure. Sometime yesterday afternoon?”

  Weird.

  Well, this is obviously fake. Eve was in Samsville buying me a gift. Roost would never sign something like that.

  Unless that coma made me forget everything, which, I guess is a very slim possibility… but I’ll take my chances with everything else.