Savage Saviors: The Complete Boxset (Savage Saviors MC)

by J. C. Allen

  Thank God!

  “Mm! Can’t believe you thought you’d have to ask that,” he said as he slowly pulled away from my lips. “I hate that we have to make this quick.”

  “Then let’s not make this wait too long,” I said, already beginning to shiver from excitement. “Teasing’s done. Fuck me, Derek!”

  He grinned and all but ripped off my shirt and bra, letting my breasts spill out from underneath. I smirked as he gazed down at my breasts, his eyes seeming glued to my chest. I beamed under his attention, licking my lips.

  “D-damn, you are so sexy,” he said, grinning wickedly. “You know what waiting for this moment has done to me?”

  “Shut up and don’t make me wait for your touch,” I said, arching back for his touch.

  “Deal, but it’s my time,” he said, flipping me on my back in a sudden movement that caused me to yelp in surprise.

  He then leaned down, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth as he began to play with one of my other breasts. I shivered, arching against his touch, loving the feel of his mouth and hands on my sensitive breasts.

  "O-oh! It feels amazing!" I panted.

  "Mmm! Your breasts are amazing!" Derek groaned.

  "Oh! M-more! I want to see you too!" I smirked, beginning to slide off his shirt.

  As his sexy bare chest was exposed, I began to move my hands down his chest, moving to his pants. I grinned as I unzipped his fly before slipping off his jeans and boxers in a single tug. I grinned as his thick, hard cock sprung out, and, shivering with anticipation, I began to travel my hand along its length once more, enjoying the feel of his pulsing eagerness in response to my touch.

  "Ooh! Your dick is so sexy!" I grinned. "I need to taste it!"

  "Mmm! Me too! I want to taste you, too!"

  After a moment of throwing hips around and minor communication, we had tumbled and rolled into a sixty-nine position. I began to lick at his cock, jerking the shaft of his dick in conjunction with my tongue’s motion. I moaned, continuing to suck and jerk his cock, enjoying the feeling in my mouth and hand. I knew we didn’t have a lot of time, but I didn’t want to rush things, not when I felt as good as I did.

  Not that with Derek having to wait all day, I suspected we had to wait any length of time.

  "Mmm! Your touch and mouth feel so good!" he said.

  I tried to get words out in response, but I just moaned in pleasure. As usual, Derek had me under his physical spell, and there was nothing I could really do but indulge in the sensations that coursed through my body.

  He groaned, beginning to lap at my pussy, pushing two of his fingers inside me. I shivered, bucking against him as he continued to finger-fuck me hard as he continued to simultaneously lap at my clit. I moaned, sucking at his offerings, continuing to jerk him off as I sucked the head and mewling excitedly at the beads of precum that seeped out.

  “Oh fuck! Mm-Eve, your mouth… feels so good!” he cried out.

  I couldn’t fucking take it. Like Derek, I’d waited twelve goddamn hours for sex, and I wasn’t waiting another twelve seconds.

  "I can't wait anymore! I need you inside me so bad, Derek!”

  "Oh!” he said with pleasant surprise. “As you wish.”

  I shivered, moving into doggy style and lifting my ass up, panting in pleasure. I looked back, needing his cock inside me. I began to wiggle my ass, pleading with my body for him to make love to me.

  “Derek,” I moaned breathlessly.

  As if on command, his cock twitched just outside of me. For how horny this was making me, I began to think more twelve hour delays were worthwhile.

  Just one problem with that—we actually had to last twelve hours in between sessions to make it work.

  He didn’t make me wait any longer than twelve more seconds as he slid behind me, slamming his full length deep inside. I gasped out, letting a cry through the entire apartment as he filled me. This was easily the fucking best part of the day.

  "You feel so fucking good, Eve!” he said, beginning to thrust inside me.

  "That’s it, Derek! Make me feel good!” I said, beginning to push back against his cock.

  I moved against him as he continued his own motions, thrusting his cock deep inside me. I whimpered, enjoying the feeling of all of him as he penetrated deeper and deeper with every thrust, and I couldn’t help but also push back against him. He groaned, taking my hips and moving even faster. I could tell he was losing himself to the raw passion.

  On any other night, I might have slowed us down, encouraging us to indulge in the feelings a little longer. But tonight? Tonight was about making us both come as quickly as possible.

  "Oh god, Derek! It feels so good,” I said, whimpering in please. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  "Oh! So fucking good,” Derek said.

  I shivered, continuing to push back against Derek as he filled me deep and hard. As we continued to get lost in the passion, I could feel myself growing close. I could feel that he was getting close too, and I wanted to come with him. The two of us had had many a simultaneous orgasm before, but with it happening so quickly, I no longer just wanted it—I fucking needed it!

  "I'm getting close, Eve!" Derek said, beginning to shake in pleasure.

  "Me too, Derek!” I panted.

  I whimpered, feeling my orgasm grow close as Derek continued to pound deep and hard inside me, his cock continuing to piston deeper and deeper as it expanded for the final push of cum. I shivered, feeling my orgasm growing closer as I continued to push back against him. God almighty, how he could make me feel so… so…

  Indescribable!

  "Oh, I’m so close!” I said, shaking in pleasure.

  "Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuck!”

  I cried out as Derek began to come. I joined him, losing myself in the ecstasy. We had both completely lost ourselves in the moment, coming undone together. I wanted to stay lost in this feeling of pure bliss forever—it was the duality of orgasms, that in the moment, they seemed to last forever, but once they finished, they seemed to have barely lasted a single second.

  And so it was that, a short time later, we both finished our orgasms, and I laid out, exhausted. I fell forward in the bed, trying to catch my breath. Derek fell beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist. Most other nights, this was a moment of sweetness and tenderness, a feeling that I could fall into him and never have to worry about anything ever again.

  And then his phone rang.

  I could immediately feel how tense he suddenly had become. And it wasn’t hard to figure out why.

  I knew what happened next.

  I hated that once again a perfect moment was about to be ruined, all because Derek had a mission.

  Just accept what you can control. You can only control your reaction. So whatever happens, go with it.

  “I don’t want to leave,” Derek murmured against me as I moved to slide away from him.

  Well, fuck.

  “I don’t want you to either,” I said, glancing down. “But this is the last clue, right? Who knows what you’ll find, right? After this, we should be able to start striking at them and ending it?”

  He nodded, the frown never leaving his face as he slipped out of bed. He checked his phone, confirmed it was Matty, and shot off a quick text before continuing to talk with me.

  “That’s the idea,” he said. “Roost was telling me this morning after you left that his intel believes once we take a look at this, we’ll have all the intel we need. Honestly, I’m not convinced of that fully. Falcon and his team have ways of fucking with us that we haven’t even thought of yet, and I’m not too keen to find out how. But… it’s all we’ve got right now.”

  “You’ll have backup right?”

  “More than backup,” I said. “Roost and I will be coming in after the three Marines who were with me yesterday scan the area. So if there’s a firefight to be had, we won’t hit it until after the fact.”

  “Good.”

  It was something, at least, if not everything I wanted.
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  But to get what I wanted—freedom for us—we all needed more time, more bloodshed, and more risk.

  Like me, I could see that, even without the detriment of having left yet, he was still feeling the effects of our parting. In that, I felt a strange, albeit depressing, sense of kinship, a feeling of connecting in that instant that was absolutely bittersweet in all that it represented. It felt like the sort of thing we might have studied in some classical literature class. Like something from ancient mythology, perhaps.

  One of those timeless, so-called “beautiful” tragedies.

  “Tragedy,” of course, being the operative word. And not something that will happen here. Because Derek is a hero who lives.

  Right?

  I watched as he begun to get dressed, hating the dull emptiness that had begun to grow. After such an intense moment, it felt like such a sin to be ruining it like this. But it was the reality of our lives at the moment, and it was truly inescapable.

  “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Derek said, sliding his jacket on. “I love you, Eve.”

  “I love you too,” I said, watching as he leaned in to kiss me before sliding out from the room.

  Leaving me to my own thoughts.

  Leaving me alone.

  I tried to pull in the advice Roost had given me and to control only what I could control. I could not control the presence of Falcon, at least not on my own. But I could control my reaction to Derek’s leaving and the danger he faced.

  Unfortunately, I had not yet really mastered how to control that quite yet.

  13

  Derek

  As I made my way toward the elevator, hating that I had to leave Eve once again after the sex we’d just had, I began to do something I didn’t do often.

  I daydreamed.

  Today had been a weirdly carefree day, a strange feeling for having been shot the night before and for going right back out there. Roost and I had traded jokes, Eve and Tara had had a girl’s day out, and when they came back, the humor and banter continued, as if we weren’t in the middle of a war but in the middle of a tropical vacation. It led me to begin thinking of where we might go once this was all done.

  Italy came to mind first, obviously. Eve had gotten me a picture of such a place. But if Roost and Tara didn’t like it, I could also see us going to the Caribbean, Mexico, or someplace maybe even in South America. Money wasn’t the issue, it was just a matter of heading somewhere warm and free of danger.

  But as soon as I opened my drawer to grab my gun, ensured it was loaded, and packed a few magazines, the visions of the beach vanished as quickly as I hoped Falcon’s life would when I saw him. I made my way to the elevator, took a deep breath, and closed my eyes once the elevator began moving down. A part of me hoped that there’d be nothing there tonight, that this would all be over after tonight.

  I knew that was a fool’s dream.

  The only dreams I was getting these days were ones in which I saw Eve dying, Roost dying, or Falcon succeeding. I might have been able to suppress my subconscious during my waking hours, but sleep had a cruel way of reminding me of my own insecurities and fears.

  I guess that was a part of the reason why I stayed up and went on these night missions.

  The doors opened and I glanced up, seeing that Roost was sitting in the lobby. I stepped over, wondering how long he’d been waiting there for me. Roost, who had been staring at his smartphone, glanced up as I closed the distance between us. The look of impatience and concern had me a bit nervous, and we hadn’t even left the lobby of my complex.

  “What’s up? Anything important on that phone of yours?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at the look of concern on his face.

  “Nothin,’” Roost said as he sighed, running his hand over the back of his neck. “That’s what concerns me.”

  “Isn’t nothing usually a good thing?” I asked. “I was just thinking if we didn’t run into anything, at least our men would be safe.”

  “Not when it has anythin’ to do with Falcon,” Roost said. “We ain’t assumin’ nothin’, Derek. If we were supposed to get a clue and instead we got nothin’, that’s a red flag over the entire city.”

  It was true. I kicked myself for wishing for nothing to happen. Nothing happening was really just a translation of “worst things are going to happen, they’re just planning for them right now.”

  “Well, why don’t we go see if we can find something at the last place?” I asked.

  “Well, truth be told, we already got the boys over there and they ain’t findin’ nothin’ yet. But suppose it ain’t gonna hurt. Maybe we can.”

  “Then let’s roll,” I said, motioning for him to follow me out the front doors.

  I glanced over, seeing his Harley Fat Boy parked beside mine. After he had used the bike to literally break through the gates of the old Black Falcons’s hideout, it had been in dire need of repair—of “fresh lovin,’”as he had put it—and he’d since gone and worked some upgrades as well as some new additions to the bike.

  I had to admit, though it wasn’t the sort of motorcycle I’d traditionally ride, she’d come out of the proverbial operation as a truly breathtaking and beautiful piece of machinery. I moved onto my own bike, taking a moment to consider it from one tire to the other, and decided that, after all of this was over and done with, I would have to invest a bit of “fresh lovin’” to my own chopper, as well. After all, the president had to have the nicest bike in the entire motorcycle club, right?

  “Getting’ jealous of my beauty?” Roost asked with a laugh.

  Shit. I felt my cheeks burn at that and forced myself to look away. There were a few cardinal rules I tried to follow.

  Don’t look at another man when using a urinal.

  Don’t ask another man for advice on matters you wouldn’t feel comfortable asking your father.

  And don’t ever let yourself be caught eyeballing another man’s wheels.

  It was almost better to be caught eying their girlfriend or wife before letting on that you coveted their ride. And given that Roost was never going to have a girlfriend more romantic than Tara, let’s just say it was truly the most embarrassing thing I could have done in that moment.

  “Let’s go,” I said, giving him a non-answer as I busied myself on making a totally unnecessary show out of jump-starting my chopper and revving its engine, pretending to be suddenly wrapped up in the purr of the engine.

  Roost, likely seeing right through the phony show, just laughed at me, his laugh audible even over the roar of his bike. At least I gave him one last laugh before we head into hell. Might as well relish such moments—not sure how many more of these we’re gonna have.

  Finally, Roost started his own bike, and I more listened than actually watched as his Harley roared to life.

  “Let’s do it!” I yelled.

  Embarrassed as I was at that little masculine blunder, I couldn’t help feeling excitement at getting to ride with Roost again. It really had been too long.

  “Ya ready ta go?” Roost asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “Yeah, I didn’t say let’s go cuz I was quoting a movie!” I said, giving him the thumbs up. “You know where we’re headed, right?”

  “Yup! The others are already there, waitin’ on us,” Roost said.

  “They’re being safe, right?”

  “Yeah, it’s fine, Derek,” Roost said, shrugging a shoulder. “They are Marines, after all. All respect, but I’d be more concerned with yer scrawny ass bein’ on yer own than I would be with them boys out there.”

  “Fair enough,” I said. “OK, for real this time. Let’s do it!”

  With that, we both shot off onto the main road, heading towards the final spot where the last of the bodies had been found. It had only been three days in total, but time had gone so slowly. The danger with time slowing down is it made you more aware of the effect everything you were doing had on you—and this was doing a big number on us.

  No matter how normal Eve and I were trying t
o act during the day, these nightly activities had been affecting both of us. I took a deep breath, working to get lost in the ride, get lost in the only time I had to myself. I no longer had visions of Maggie when we came to stops, making my motorcycle rides much more peaceful and tranquil for me.

  I could never say I had meditated a day in my life, but the way the roads seemed to give me a clear shot forward, a blank mind, and unwavering focus basically felt like meditation to me. It was the best thing that I had.

  And then we arrived.As we reached the location, another construction site, I glanced around, seeing how empty it looked. Suffice to say, after Roost’s comments in the lobby of my complex, I was a bit on edge.

  “You think we might not find anything this time?” I asked, not bothering to hide how hopeful my voice had gotten.

  “We will have ta see,” Roost said, sliding off his bike and heading towards the others. “If these boys ain’t find somethin’, probably not. But ain’t ever gonna be sure until we see it all.”

  I watched as Roost walked over to the usual trio of Bones, AK, and Rucker, who were all standing by their own bikes. I moved off my own bike, heading towards the group and glanced around. I thought of giving a quick hello and thanking them for rescuing me, but such words were probably better reserved for when we were back at the shop than out here in the open.

  “Have you guys looked around at all?” I asked.

  “Yes,” Bones said.

  “So, ya guys find anythin’?” Roost asked, moving his hands to his hips.

  “No, sir,” Erik said, sighing.

  “Yeah, we looked everywhere too,” Rucker said, glancing around as he did. “Place is a ghost town. There’s nothing.”

  Well, on the one hand, mission accomplished in avoiding danger.

  But, I realized, this only meant we had made exactly zero progress in the quest to figure out what the Black Falcons were up to and our attempts to kill them.

  I guess it didn’t pay to be safe.

  “Well, what are your thoughts, Roost?” I asked, wondering if it would be worth it to even check again. “I figure we might—”