Savage Kings MC Box Set 1

by Lane Hart

  Sasha gasps and reels back like I slapped her. “What?”

  “I’d caused you enough pain. I wasn’t gonna stay around and keep making you upset. So, after three days, I finally left,” I tell her.

  “I was upset because you weren’t there!” she shouts, bringing me up short.

  “Then why didn’t you call me and tell me you changed your mind?” I ask.

  “Changed my mind?” she asks, then shoves both palms against my chest. “Changed my mind! I never changed my mind! Every fucking day I begged for you to come, and every day you broke my heart!”

  “That’s…I didn’t know, sweetheart,” I tell her as an invisible fist tightens around my neck, hearing her say that I broke her heart. “I thought when you said you never wanted to see me again that you meant fucking never…”

  Sasha shakes her head emphatically back and forth. “I didn’t say that.”

  “You did,” I assure her. “When you first woke up. Maybe you don’t remember because of the drugs…”

  “I. Didn’t. Say. That,” she repeats through clenched teeth. “I remember every moment from the time I woke up. The doctor telling me that I would need more surgeries, the nurses asking if I needed more pain medicine. And I remember telling them that all I wanted was to see you, to know if you were okay!”

  “Are you sure? Everything was probably hazy,” I tell her, knowing that she’s mistaken.

  “I remember my parents coming to see me in the recovery room,” she goes on through the tears. “I asked them about you…”

  “And?” I ask, needing her to keep going.

  “They said that you walked away from the accident with a few scrapes and bruises.”

  “I fucking did,” I grumble. “It’s so goddamn unfair. I would’ve traded places with you in a heartbeat if I could’ve, sweetheart, I –”

  “And they said that you…that you refused to come see me.”

  All the air is sucked out of my lungs like they’ve been attached to a fucking vacuum cleaner hose. With my next breath, I explode.

  “That’s fucking bullshit!” I shout so loud the neighbors a mile away probably heard it.

  The weight of hearing all of this is almost too much for me to bear. Sasha’s parents manipulated the two of us…and it cost us the past ten years.

  My ass flops down on the bed as I force myself to go back to that hellish night, and into the next morning to make sure I’m not missing something.

  “I waited,” I tell Sasha. “I waited there at the hospital for you to change your mind. Every time your parents came out of your room, I asked them if you had. And each time they said no, that I should go home and give up. That you didn’t need the stress.”

  “They wouldn’t have lied to me,” she says as she drops down on the bed next to me and stares into space, likely trying to convince herself, rather than convince me. “They wouldn’t have hurt me like that. They knew how upset I was. I cried…I cried for weeks…”

  Sasha’s close to her parents, especially her father. But they’ve always been protective of her. They would’ve done anything to get me out of her life. So they took advantage of our shitty situation to split us up.

  Reaching over for Sasha’s right hand resting on her thigh, the one my name is on, I cover it with mine and give it a squeeze, relieved when she doesn’t flinch or push me away.

  “I’m sorry,” I tell her softly, meaning for everything, but mostly because of our time apart caused by a stupid misunderstanding.

  Sasha inhales a deep, shaky breath and then blows it out.

  “Wow,” she says, followed by a sniffle.

  “I’ll go get you some tissues,” I tell her. But when I start to stand up, Sasha grabs my arm to pull me back down on the bed. One look at her face, and I know exactly what she wants, what she needs from me, because it’s the same thing I need. We’ve waited too damn long for this moment, and I don’t intend to waste another second.

  Grabbing the side of her face, I cover her lips with mine, doing what I’ve dreamed of for so long that it’s hard to believe it’s actually happening. When Sasha moans and parts her lips for my tongue, I dive in and never look back. If this is a dream, I’m gonna make the fucking most out of it. My free hand clutches her side to pull her closer, and Sasha does me one better. She throws one of her long legs over my lap to straddle me, putting her in the perfect position for my hands to roam up her sexy shirt to get to her breasts.

  “Fuck, they still fit my hands perfectly,” I tell her as I give both a hard squeeze that makes Sasha gasp. Being the angel that she is, she rips the shirt over her head and tosses it to the floor to give my mouth full access.

  “Oh my God,” she gasps, arching her back and throwing her head back to push her tits toward me in offering. Her hands grasp my face between them while she grinds down onto my lap. Dragging her fingers through my facial hair, she says, “I love this fucking beard.”

  If my mouth weren’t full of her nipple, I would respond. As it is, I’m not willing to stop sucking on her just yet.

  Sasha’s not content with just a lap dance. She pushes my cut down my arms and then lifts my white tee up, forcing me to remove my mouth from her breasts as it comes over my head. When she reaches for my pants and pops the button, I know she’s tired of foreplay already, even though I just got started and want to cover every inch of her body with my mouth. But it’s been too long since I’ve been inside of her, so I start undoing her pants too. Neither of us gets very far since we’re both sitting, so I pick her up and lie her on her back in the middle of the bed to get us naked.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Sasha

  Chase looks down at me with a mixture of awe and need on his face as he stands next to the bed and undresses. His capable hands have his boots, socks, and pants off in record-breaking time while I take in his tall, massive frame, covered in muscles and tattoos. Some are old, like my name in faded black cursive ink on his chest, but there are other new ones on his chest that I can’t wait to examine closer. He’s bigger than he was when we were together, and I’m pretty sure I had forgotten how long and thick his cock was, more substantial than any of the few lovers I was with after him.

  He watches me the entire time as he crawls across the bed and then kneels over my legs. Leaning forward, his mouth kisses a path down the center of my chest to my belly button while his hands start tugging my tight pants and panties down my thighs.

  “Chase,” I moan as my eyes close, and I throw my head back. His thick beard feels so soft moving down my stomach that my hips roll to try and press into it a little more. Like he knows what I want, he runs his lips up and down my stomach a few more times, making sure his beard brushes my skin along the way.

  I’m halfway to coming just from the glide of his beard before I realize he’s finally worked my pants all the way down my legs. I notice this when his mouth moves away from my body, causing my eyes to blink open.

  Chase kneels over me, my pants and panties paused at my ankles when his gaze locks on my scarred knee.

  Sitting up, I finish removing my bottoms and then tug on his beard, telling him, “Get back up here.”

  His head falls forward as he curses. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. So fucking sorry,” he tells me while his head is still bowed.

  “It wasn’t your fault,” I assure him as I comb my fingers through the top of his hair, meaning the accident and now…everything that followed because of my parents. “I never blamed you for the accident, Chase.”

  He shakes his head but doesn’t look at me. “I wasn’t paying attention. I should’ve seen him coming…”

  “Our light was green. I remember,” I say to him. “The guy was drunk and didn’t stop for his red light.”

  “I made him pay for what he did,” he says softly.

  “I know,” I reply. “He made a mistake, one that hurt us both for a long time. I blamed him for everything…” I trail off. “Before that moment, my life was perfect. And then it felt like it ended.”
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  “Mine too,” Chase agrees. “Every night I prayed I’d go to sleep and wake up to find out it was all just a fucking nightmare. Then, each morning I woke up, and it all stayed the same – I’d lost you.”

  “We’re here now,” I tell him, tugging on his beard hard enough that he has to look up at me. His eyes are shimmering and filled with so much pain I can’t bear another second. “I kept waiting for you, Chase. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

  That was apparently the right thing to say to put him into motion. He leans forward and presses a trail of kisses up my scar before moving to my inner thigh and then swiping his tongue through my slit. “I’m gonna eat this pussy like a starving man later,” he promises as he moves up my body. “But right now, I have to be inside of you.”

  “Yes,” I agree, reaching for his face to pull it down to mine.

  Both of us pour ten years into our kiss. It’s so rough and brutal that our teeth clash and tongues get bitten, but it’s exactly what I need. Chase slips a finger inside of me and then two, pumping them in and out of me with the same ferocity as our kiss, making me come so hard my entire body levitates off the mattress.

  Chase’s much bigger, heavier body presses me back down when his hips thrust forward, and he enters me. He’s so big that it takes a while for him to work himself all the way in from this angle. His mouth swallows my moans as my body stretches to take every inch of him until I’m full, and he finally possesses me the way only Chase has ever been able to do.

  “Let me love you the way you deserve this time,” he says as he looks down at me with his arms holding his weight off of me while he’s buried deep. “Then I’m gonna fuck your brains out the way you love.”

  Slipping my hands down to grab his clenched ass cheeks, I tell him, “I’ll take anything I can get.”

  Dipping his head to kiss my cheek, Chase’s beard tickles the side of my face, and he whispers, “Don’t forget you said that tomorrow when your pussy aches so bad you won’t be able to take anything but my tongue.” His lips move down to my neck, kissing me at the spot that makes my belly clench. “I promise I’ll keep licking it until it’s all better,” he assures me.

  “I can’t wait to ride your beard,” I tell him with a smile as I run my fingers through it.

  “Fuck yes,” he says before he captures my lips again and finally begins to move inside of me.

  …

  Chase

  “Making love” was never my and Sasha’s style as kids, but I don’t mind it now that I’ve learned a little patience in the bedroom.

  But I can’t deny that fucking Sasha is still by far the single best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

  That’s why I don’t give her any time to recover after our first time before I slide down her body and flick my tongue over her clit, making her hips bounce on the mattress.

  “Are you on birth control?” I ask her between flicks.

  “A little late…for that question…now. Oh God!” she cries out, and her thighs fall open, an invitation for me to do whatever I want to her.

  “Sasha?” I say, removing my tongue and waiting for her to answer me.

  “Yes,” she replies before her fingers tug on my hair to push my mouth back down on her.

  I give her a few licks before asking, “How many men have you been with?”

  “Really?” she huffs.

  “Answer, and I’ll keep going.”

  “Ugh,” she groans. “Fine, three.”

  “Three,” I repeat, glad that I don’t know their names so I won’t go punch them in their dicks for entering my pussy.

  “What about you?” Sasha asks as she raises up on her elbows. “Can you even count that high?”

  “Can I count to ten? Yeah, I can,” I reply.

  “Bullshit!” she exclaims.

  “I’ve been inside ten other pussies,” I clarify. “A few different mouths. That’s it.”

  “One a year? You expect me to believe that?” Sasha asks.

  “It’s the truth, sweetheart. I knew a million pussies couldn’t replace yours, so I didn’t try to burn through them all.”

  Her head falls back on the bed, and then she says, “I hate my parents.”

  “Stop thinking about your parents while I’m licking your pussy,” I warn her. “We’ll deal with them later, yeah?”

  “Deal with them?” she repeats. “How do I deal with them after they destroyed what we had, knowing I was miserable without you?”

  “They didn’t destroy what we had,” I tell her as I crawl up her body to hover over her. “We can pick right back up from where we left off. It’ll be like we took a little break.”

  “A little break that lasted a fucking decade,” Sasha adds. “And we’re different now. I don’t know if we can pick right back up.”

  “Yes, we fucking can,” I assure her, because I can’t lose her again.

  “Chase,” she starts, but I put a finger to her lips to hush her.

  “We’re not deciding anything right now. Let’s just enjoy our first night together in way too long and go one day at a time.”

  Sasha opens her mouth and bites my finger gently before sucking on it, making my dick hard as a goddamn rock again.

  “How do you want me to take you this time?” I ask her as I cup her breast in my hand and lean down to kiss her nipple.

  “Doggie,” she replies as she squirms under my mouth.

  Releasing her nipple with an audible pop, I tell her, “Great fucking answer. Roll over.”

  Lifting her head to give me a quick kiss, she says, “I missed you and your bossy ways in the bedroom.”

  “I missed everything about you, sweetheart,” I tell her honestly. “Now let me see that ass I missed in the air, ready and waiting for me.”

  Grinning, she rolls over. I slap her sexy ass cheek just because I can. It’s mine for tonight, hopefully, longer. And then I slam inside, claiming her, owning her while she cries out with each hard thrust. Remembering how she always liked it a little rough, I grab a handful of her long hair, making Sasha moan when I give it a tug to force her head backward to bring my mouth to hers. I kiss the fuck out of her too, because there are not enough words in the English language for me to tell her how goddamn happy I am to have her back in my life and my bed again, because she never left my heart or my soul.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sasha

  After our third incredible round of mind-blowing sex, I clean up in the bathroom, too exhausted to shower, and then throw back the sheets to get back in bed naked with Chase in his childhood room.

  “Get in here,” he grumbles, sounding as tired as I am. He holds out his arm for me to snuggle up against his side.

  Despite the fact that I can barely hold my eyes open any longer, there’s a ridiculously sappy smile stretched across my face; and it doesn’t seem to be disappearing anytime soon. Not that I want it to.

  Chase makes me happy. I’d forgotten how much of a joy it was to simply be in his presence. Sure, he can be violent when necessary, and he’s a little rough and dirty; but with everything he says and does, he makes me feel like I’m the center of his universe. I know who he is deep down. While on the outside he’s an outlaw biker who can easily pull a trigger to end someone’s life, inside he’s still a big softie when it comes to me. I wouldn’t change a single thing about him even if I could, because the danger that surrounds him and the MC is one of the reasons I was attracted to him in the first place. Life with Chase would never be boring. It would be thrilling and exciting, a roller coaster with incredible highs and lows that remind you to never take anything for granted.

  Chase pulls me closer to him until my head is resting on his chest, right above my name. I press my lips to his still damp skin and let my fingertips roam up and down his chest and abs, unable to get enough of him.

  It’s too bad that my parents took something so great out of my life for so long. I love them dearly, but knowing that they intentionally lied to both of us to keep
us apart is infuriating. I didn’t think I would ever get this feeling back or even ever want Chase back.

  Now I know that he was hurting as much as I was after the wreck, if not more so because he was blaming himself.

  “The house is listed under a dummy corp,” Chase says, and I wonder why he’s telling me this now. “It doesn’t have any ties directly to me, my parents, or the MC, and no one followed us,” his voice trails off in explanation. “They won’t find us here.”

  “Even if they did, I know I would be safe with you,” I tell him with another kiss to his chest.

  “Hell yeah you would,” he agrees. “Unless they bring an army…”

  “There’s no army coming. Get some rest,” I tell him.

  “Don’t you fucking disappear when I wake up,” he orders in a mumble.

  “I’m staying right here,” I assure him before I finally let my eyes drift closed.

  …

  Chase

  Sasha’s still in my arms, asleep on my chest when I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing from inside my pants pocket across the room.

  I’m surprised I didn’t squeeze her to death like a boa constrictor in my sleep. The first few times I drifted off, I startled awake having nightmares about the accident, thinking that last night was just a dream.

  It was real. I know because the goddamn phone keeps ringing until I have a headache and Sasha rolls over and covers her head with her pillow, making me crack a smile.

  Figuring it must be important if they’re that damn persistent, and since only my brothers and parents have my number, I finally force myself to leave the warm heaven that is my childhood bed and walk naked over to the pile of clothing in the floor. The phone is ringing again as I pull it out of my jean pocket, Torin’s name lit up on the screen.