by Tiana Laveen
“I’ll get you some more mice tonight. You’ve probably just finished digesting the last one,” he said. He had some frozen ones in a special freezer that also housed fish bait and things of that nature.
When he walked back down the hall, he spotted Eva in the kitchen making a smoothie. She’d already sliced a couple of bananas and strawberries, and a bag of prewashed spinach sat on the counter near small containers of almond milk and cream. She wore a silky white robe, over panties and a bra, and she’d just taken a shower. Wet tendrils of hair cascaded down her shoulders and back.
She shook her ass to ‘P.Y.T. – Pretty Young Thing’ by Michael Jackson that played on the radio as she worked.
That shower she took was a waste of time. I’m getting some ass…
He began to rock to the beat and snap his fingers as he paraded towards her. She looked at him and burst out laughing.
“Turn that up, baby.” She obliged and they started to dance and carry on together. “I think we might deserve the sexiest couple of the year award.”
“Max, you are actually on beat!” she teased.
“I told you I know some moves! Not all White people have two left feet. I don’t know why you keep being surprised… I can dance! I’m the one that taught you how to Salsa.”
He grinned, moving his pelvis close to hers until he had her backed in a corner… The same corner she’d pushed him in when she’d torn his walls down, made him spill his guts. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her closer for a kiss. Her smile slowly faded, and his lust grew and growled… He picked her up in his arms and led her to the couch in a hurry, his dick saluting her through his damn jogging pants. In a flash, he was naked and had her on her back, legs wide open and her feet resting on his shoulders.
“Shiiit!” She bit into her lower lip when he sucked on her pussy, dispensing sluggish tongue prods in the warm, gushy hole between her soft thighs. Prince now crooned ‘When Doves Cry’ on the ’80s R&B station. Rotating his tongue back and forth over her clit, he jolted when she quaked against him, coming undone.
“Eating your pussy like I eat my apples…” A stream of her nectar dripped from his lower lip. “One juicy nibble at a time…” Starting from the base of her nature, he raked his tongue all the way to the top, over and over, making her coo and shake once again as she held on tight to the pillow below her head. She rotated her hips, pushing herself against his mouth, wanting more. His lips and chin were glazed with her exquisite, sweet fluids. He reached up to massage her beautiful breasts over the lacy white bra that covered them. He squeezed and stimulated them as he devoured her, looking up at her every so often, getting off on the helpless expression etched across her face. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d felt so free, so at ease…
She’s here… She lives in my house officially now… No, this isn’t my home any longer. It’s OUR home…
I am eating out my future wife on our couch… Fuckin’ beautiful. Welcome home, baby…
He groaned as these thoughts turned him on. His body needed her, and he had to have her right then. She screamed when he snatched her arm, flipped her on her stomach, and grabbed a fistful of her hair, situating her just so.
“Open your fucking legs, baby… Wide!”
She did what he said, then he drove his cock within her. He pulled her to him with a hard yank and brought her flush to his groin so he could have his way with her, slamming into her over and over with brute force. She clawed at the couch, moaning, calling him every name in the book, yelling and begging while the clapping of his groin against her ass reverberated in the room.
“Maaaax! God! Shit!” She reached around, trying to grab at his thigh and hold him back. He caught her hand and pinned it to her side. She cursed him out. “Too rough! Your dick is too big to be… ugh!!!”
“You’re going to take this dick!” he roared. “Come on! Be a big girl!” He leaned down on her back, pressing all his weight onto her as he rocked his hips back and forth against her body. The woman’s pussy became impossibly wetter with each nasty stroke of his cock.
“Ahhh! Too hard! You’re killing my pussy!”
“This is how you like it! You want me to fuck you so hard you can barely walk! TAKE IT! TAKE THIS SHIT!”
“You big dick MOTHERFUCKER!!!” she screamed… then came, her nectar pouring from her pussy, coating his cock and running down her inner thighs.
He slowed down, but didn’t stop. He kissed her shoulder, then the middle of her back. She came again, back-to-back orgasms wracking her as he lavished her beautiful body with sweet pecks. She looked helplessly over her shoulder at him.
“Max! Max….” Her eyes rolled as she sighed and cooed. “So…. so good… Oh, God…”
Giving her a moment, he slid his fingers within her pussy, using some of her natural juices to lubricate his cock. He turned her over onto her back, and she wrapped her arms lazily around his shoulders as they kissed and grinded against one another. He shoved one of the black throw pillows beneath her, then slid his cock into her asshole. Kissing one another, falling impossibly more in love, they lay in a locked embrace. He took his time rocking within her tight ass, delivering a bit more of himself until he was half way inside. She winced and placed her hand against his chest.
“Need me to slow down?”
She nodded. He lovingly moved her hair out of her face, kissed her once again, and slowed his pace down. Much slower.
“Is that better, baby?” he whispered before bending down and kissing her tits over her bra.
“Yeah…”
He bided his time, caressing her, kissing her, loving her. He increased his pace every so often until finally, he was moving just fast enough to feel the friction he so desired. Never going past the half way mark of the length of his dick, he ensured she stayed as comfortable as possible while he fucked her in the ass. They sighed and she whimpered, both of them under each other’s spell. He trembled and let himself go at last, wrapping his arms tight around her, flesh to flesh, and delivering fast, short thrusts.
“Fuck!” He spilled his seed within her tight hole, filling it with copious cum in fast spurts. Covered in sweat, he rose from his resting place and carefully pulled his dick out of her ass, some cream spilling out onto the pillow he’d used to prop her up.
After they got their bearings, they made it to the shower together where they washed each other, talked, and made plans for the day.
“So, everything is secure, and all of the deposits are paid. I have to go for another dress fitting tomorrow though,” she said.
He adjusted the stream of water flowing over their bodies. She squealed when he lifted her up and placed them both directly under the spraying water. He lavished her with kisses, loving her more and more with each moment. At one point, he opened his eyes, but hers remained closed. He softly pressed his lips against hers for he could never get enough of her. Never wanted to put her down and let her go…
He was happy and crazy in love with the woman. She’s mine now. I don’t have to leave her side. It feels so good to finally have someone to call my own…
CHAPTER THIRTY
You Don’t Want No Smoke…
The Alexandria Ballroom was located in the heart of downtown Los Angeles. Eva had selected the King Edward ballroom in the venue, a most elegant site adorned with enormous teardrop crystal chandeliers, gold leaf ceilings, and tall ivory and gold walls with massive windows allowing just the right amount of natural light. There was even a lovely veranda that added that extra ‘oomph.’ She’d painstakingly picked out her ivory gown with layers of lace and had a myriad of alterations done to get it to fit just right. With a plunging neckline and traditional veil, it was stunning. Her sister moved her twelve-foot tulle and lace appliqué ivory train to the side to prevent tripping.
As she stood up front with the minister, a man she’d known from the church she attended on occasion, her guests appeared rather confused. She couldn’t exactly blame them.
Typically, the g
room was there first, waiting on his bride to join his side. That tradition had been tossed out of the window. This time, it was the other way around. She’d made a deal with her husband-to-be. She was allowed to pick the place they wed, and spare no expense, but Savage wished to come through those doors in a way of his choosing. She had no idea what he had planned for he’d refused to disclose it, but as time ticked by, she became anxious with anticipation.
She gave a quick wink to her parents sitting in the front pew. They sat next to a man named Harlem and Austin, two of Savage’s work colleagues and closest friends. Mom looked so beautiful and her father had walked her down the aisle, dressed impeccably in shades of blue. People began to murmur and talk amongst themselves as the revving of motorcycles grew closer and closer.
Oh, shit. It’s him…
She lowered her gaze and smiled, soon feeling her sister, Allison and Kim’s hands on her shoulders. Bracing herself, she was almost blinded by the light when the doors opened wide and in rode Harley after Harley down the aisle, the bikes blowing out smoke. The crowd cheered and screamed, some in shock no doubt as at least six bikers entered, Maximus’ father leading the pack. They rode in real slow, one by one, dressed in black leather, blasting ‘Magic Carpet Ride’ by Steppenwolf. People jumped to their feet and shook their fists in the air, laughing, taking pictures.
Oh my God. Not in a million years would she have suspected such a thing to go down. Wait… yes she would; this arrival had Maximus Savage written all over it.
“Saaaavage! Yes, bitch! Now that’s an entrance!” Kim screamed, getting into it, causing even more laughter to explode in the hall.
The music died down slow and easy; the motorcycles split in two equally divided rows and parked on the sides of the space. All six bikers, one at a time, approached Eva, giving her a kiss on the cheek and handing her a fistful of red rose petals until her hands were practically overflowing with them. Then, her father-in-law arrived, the last of the bunch, a light beauty dancing in his weary blue eyes.
Wearing a black bandana, leather jacket, and a t-shirt designed as a tuxedo, he pulled her close and kissed her softly on the cheek. She closed her eyes, blinking back tears. He smelled like bourbon, vanilla and cigarettes… simply perfect. Rather than place petals in her hands like the others, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small silver ring adorned with an Indian chief head sporting an elaborate headdress. He slid it on her right finger, a coy smile on his face.
“Drop the petals at your feet.” She did as she was asked, her palms now empty. “That’s all of us, surrounding you, protecting you. We’re all around you. You’ve got a huge tribe now.” She sniffed and dabbed at the corner of her eye. “Lady, you’ve made my boy very happy. I’ve never seen him smile so much.” He winked at her. “Karina and I love you already. You’re one of us now, a true Savage.”
He leaned in for another kiss but grabbed her chin and tricked her by stealing one from her lips!
“Oh, my God!” She laughed, in shock.
People cheered, while he pumped his fist in the air and thrust his tongue out before taking his seat by his wife in the front row.
The apple certainly doesn’t fall too far from the tree…
Suddenly, the floor filled with smoke and Led Zeppelin’s, ‘Whole Lotta Love’ blasted through the speakers.
Okay, it’s cool. It’s fine… She gave herself a pep talk as her nerves went overboard.
People began to bounce up and down out of their seats in excitement. Seven bikers, sporting black and white bandanas, walked in, each one wearing a blue handkerchief around their necks. One of the seven was her boo…
Savage stood in the middle like a rock. He wore a white leather biker jacket with black stripes about the shoulders with nothing underneath besides his tattoos and a couple of gold chains around his neck. Matching white and black leather biker pants and white and black biker boots that resembled the footwear of a Star Wars stormtrooper completed his cool ensemble. When he reached her side, he placed a kiss on her forehead, making her shiver from his touch.
“You look so damn beautiful.” His voice rattled as the words, spoken softly, poured out.
This is it! I’m getting married!
The rest of the ceremony went, much to her surprise, in a typical fashion. They recited their traditional vows, exchanged rings, and when it was time to seal the deal, he gave her a kiss that swept her off her glass-slipper-covered feet.
Everyone jumped to their feet and cheered.
Savage began to walk forward, but she pulled him back.
“Wait a second, honey.” Two adorable little boys, one Black and one White, approached wearing tiny white tuxedos and carrying a golden broom with a light blue bow on it. They laid it down in front of them. Savage’s expression brightened. The minster gave a countdown…
3…
2…
1!
They held hands and jumped over the broom. People applauded and clapped as white and blue streamers fell upon them. Wrapping her arm around his, she beamed, certain she was captured in a dream come true. No, things hadn’t been easy. The journey had been long and hard some days, too. She’d fallen deeply in love with a complex man who made love to her mind, body, and soul. She couldn’t imagine her life without him, unable to recall what it was like before they’d met. He looked death in the eye on a daily basis. He was truly a savage, but for her, he exposed his heart.
After shaking hands and hugging family and friends, they stepped out into the sunlight, the crowd following behind. There, in the front of the steps that led inside the venue, sat a white and gold special edition Harley Davidson. She gasped, never having seen such a thing in her life. He led her down the steps and they both got on it.
“I’m scared!” She giggled.
“Don’t be. I’ve got you, baby.” He turned it on and revved the engine. Allison approached her and removed her veil, then gave her a kiss on the cheek before waving goodbye.
Holding on for dear life, she rested her head on his back, unable to rid herself of the joy that would be with her for days, months, and years to come.
“I won’t hold up the show too long. I know everyone is hungry and wants their liquor and cake.” Max was met with bursts of laughter. “We’ll be back for the reception! Just want to take my baby for a little ride, Savage style! Whooooo Wheeee!”
He revved the engine a couple more times, the sound almost drowned in applause. She braced herself, smelling his cologne, the leather, and his masculine natural scent, overdosing on all that was her man. Without a single warning, the bike jerked forward, flying at warp speed down the road. She screamed in a mixture of fear and jubilation.
What did she expect? Her soulmate didn’t live in the fast lane. He’d invented it…
…Two years later
“I don’t give a fuck. He can either wait for me or get someone else but I told him this is the last assignment for the next two months. There’s a lot going on right now. My mother-in-law started new treatment with a doctor that specializes in paranoid schizophrenia, thanks to Longhorn, and the new experimental medicine she’s on is working wonders but she has to be monitored for adverse reactions. Zaire has to be at the house a lot more often to watch her mom, take the load off of her dad so he can get a break and more importantly, I got a baby on the way, man.” Savage tossed his gun into his bag and zipped it up. “This is fuckin’ incredible. Shit, I’m not leavin’ Eva until my child is born and if he thinks I’m going to Costa Rica, of all places, during that time frame, he’s crazy. Her due date is in two weeks. My son could be here any day now.”
“Yeah, I told him that. I know. They did the same shit to me too, back in the early 2000s. Look, don’t take it personal, man. It means you’re damn good at what you do and in high demand. They’re afraid this guy is going to get away with it is all, Savage. We’ll work it out, okay? I told you these things would happen. You have to be there with your family though for the important stuff. I get it. You don’t wan
t to miss the birth of your child. That comes first.”
Savage walked out of the hotel room, dressed in clean, fresh clothing. It was a big change from the bloodied gray jumpsuit he’d had on hours before. Two brothers, Samuel and Paul Jones, had been on the FBI’s Most Wanted List for thirteen years. Within ten hours, Savage had the pair bagged and put to rest in a Virginia morgue.
“All right, Harlem, thanks for the update. I’ll call ya when I get back to L.A.”
“No problem. Oh, I almost forgot.”
“What?” He walked down the hotel hall, the carpet a burnt orange with cream and forest green spirals and swirls.
“I told you we were keeping tabs on your mother’s family back in Albania.”
“Yeah… and?” He slid out a cigar and lit it, not giving a fuck about the ‘No Smoking’ sign.
“Well, Saban, your uncle, had come up missing last month, just like I told you, and they found his body just this morning.” Savage paused in his tracks. “He was murdered. One shot to the back of the head.”
“Hmm, any word on who did it? I haven’t been to Albania.” He chuckled. “Can’t pin it on me.”
“They suspect it was a hired hit due to some text message they saw on his phone, but that’s about it. They don’t know who did it, and honestly, since he wasn’t exactly popular among the locals, I don’t think many care.”
“All right, thanks for the info, man. I’ll be in touch.”
“Cool.” Savage ended the call and made his way back to his hotel room. He sat on the bed for a spell, looking at his phone, gathering his thoughts. After taking a deep breath, he dialed Eva.
“Hey, baby,” He smiled, trying to just get through the conversation.
“Heeey, Max.” She yawned. “How are you, sweetie?”
“I’m good, baby. I’ll be home in a few hours. About to head to the airport. I have to get my weapons clearance and all of that jazz, but hopefully it won’t take too long. How are you doing?” He got up and tossed his cigar in the toilet, then sat down on the bed.