Savage Kings MC Box Set 1

by Lane Hart

“Would you want him to go through his entire life feeling guilty because he survived and his half-brother didn’t?”

  “No, of course not,” I scoff. “It wasn’t his fault…”

  “And it wasn’t yours either!”

  “Yes, it was! Hector may have had someone pull the trigger, but their deaths are on me. I’m responsible for dragging them into this life. Everything they suffered is on me!”

  “I could leave you. I could take Liam from you right now if I wanted to,” she says, causing my chest to tighten at the thought. “Kennedy could’ve left you too. But she didn’t, did she? Stop trying to take responsibility for her decisions when you have your own to make, starting with what happened between us last night and what was happening five minutes ago before you got lost in your head and ruined it.”

  Glancing down at my semi-hard cock that’s still jutting out of my jeans, I shove it back inside and zip up before I try to answer her. “I-I don’t know.”

  “You don’t know?” Lexi repeats.

  “No.”

  Apparently, she doesn’t like that response, because she crosses her arms over her chest before she asks, “Are you just horny and I’m convenient?”

  “If I was just horny and wanted convenient pussy, there are plenty of options here and at the clubhouse,” I point out.

  “Yeah, I noticed,” Lexi mutters. “So then what is it? You’re just jealous because I came to work here?”

  “I wanted to fuck you before you decided to show everyone your ass and tits,” I admit.

  “Because I’m Liam’s mother and you think you have to be with me for him to have a happy little family?” she asks.

  “I thought about being with you before I found out you had my kid,” I tell her honestly. “I longed for you when all you were to me was the daughter of my enemy. I shouldn’t have ever wanted to even lay a finger on you but for some reason I couldn’t help myself!”

  “Why me and not one of the other girls?” she asks curiously with her brow furrowed.

  “I wish I knew,” I say. “Then maybe I would stop hating myself for coming to watch you dance topless all those months ago when I was about to marry the woman I loved.”

  Clearing her throat and tossing her hair over her shoulder, Lexi says, “So it’s nothing but a physical attraction.”

  “Maybe so,” I admit. “I don’t know anything about you other than you’re beautiful and you’re a good mother who makes terrible career decisions. But I can’t stop thinking about you or worrying about you when you’re not around. It’s stupid but I love talking to you every day even though I never know what to say when I’m with you. It’s like I have this unhealthy obsession with you, and somehow I lucked up and we get to share a son. Now I can use that as an excuse to spend time with you both.”

  “Oh,” she mutters, and I don’t know if that’s a good ‘oh’ or a bad one in response to my explanation. Not until Lexi comes up to me and pops the button on my jeans and then unzips them. “I’m gonna get on my knees now and let you decide if you want to finish in my mouth or finish what we started, okay?”

  “So we’re done talking?” I ask when she kneels down in front of me and wraps her hand around my cock.

  “For now,” she replies before her lips seal around the head of my shaft and suck.

  “That…works for me,” I grit out as her head starts to bob, taking more of me into her wet mouth.

  I let her keep that up until it’s nearly impossible to haul her off the floor and pin her back against the wall to pick up where we left off.

  While I wish Lexi would’ve told me how she feels about me and what she wants, the sex is just as good as before, maybe better. We find our rhythm and our mouths connect in a hot and dirty kiss. The way she moves is fucking amazing. I try to bury myself as deep as possible, wanting to possess every inch of this woman.

  When she screams my name while her pussy milks my cock for all it’s worth, I become certain that this is heaven on earth. Then, just before I set her feet back down on the ground, Lexi breathlessly whispers, “I love Liam…but you’re my favorite person in the world right now.”

  There, in the same room where we accidentally conceived our son, it hits me that we may have just created another life together.

  And I’m not sure if I wouldn’t change a single thing about either night even if I could.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Lexi

  “Good morning,” Torin says after my stomach growls loud enough for him to assume I’m awake. And I am, have been for half an hour. My bladder is about to burst, but I didn’t want to move, not when Liam is still asleep, and it feels so nice to have Torin’s warm body pressed against me with his arm around my waist holding me tight.

  “Morning,” I reply.

  Ever since that night at the club, he’s been sleeping in my bed with me. We didn’t even have a conversation about it — he just followed me inside that night, stripped down and climbed under the covers. After he fucked me two more times, we fell asleep and didn’t wake up until Liam cried. That’s been the routine for over a month now.

  I haven’t been back to Avalon since that night either, but I have been working. Torin was the one who even suggested that I help out with ordering alcohol and supplies for all the Savage King establishments. Mostly, I just check in with the bar management a few times a week and then submit the orders online. It’s not much, but it gets me out of the house and puts money in my own bank account. Cynthia, one of the girls from the clubhouse, turned out to be an awesome babysitter who is happy to stay with Liam for a few hours whenever we need her to.

  “Want me to go make something for breakfast?” Torin asks. I feel his hard cock prodding my backside and know he really wants something besides food right now.

  “Afterward,” I look over my shoulder and tell him with a smile.

  “After,” he agrees with his own grin, and then his oversized tee that I’m wearing is pulled up and off. Torin’s lips find my neck while his rough hands caress down my stomach and his fingers tease me between my legs.

  As soon as it becomes obvious that I’m ready to take him, he removes his hand and I hear the crinkling of a condom wrapper. Once he’s covered and ready, Torin lines his cock up and enters me from behind.

  “God, that’s good,” he groans as he starts to move slowly in and out of me, taking his time as he plunges every inch of his shaft inside me before retreating.

  My lower belly tightens but also starts to churn at the same time.

  “I couldn’t get enough of you if I stayed buried in your tight, wet pussy all day and night,” Torin tells me. His large hand comes up to cup one of my breasts that feels even more sensitive than usual. When he squeezes my nipple between his finger and thumb, I feel a tug all the way down to my core.

  “Torin,” I moan as that now familiar pressure builds thanks to weeks of mind-blowing orgasms from this man. “I’m so close,” I tell him.

  “Here,” he says when he grabs my hand and shoves it between my legs. “Let me show you how to get yourself off. You feel how dripping wet you are for me?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I gasp as his fingers press mine down where our bodies are joined.

  “Get your fingers wet and then rub little circles on your greedy, little clit,” he says, moving them up and applying pressure.

  “Oh, god,” I moan as my inner walls clamp down on his invading length.

  “Just like that,” he whispers. “Rub yourself while you squeeze my cock.”

  “Feels so good. Don’t stop,” I beg him when my hips start to rock into his thrusts even harder.

  Torin lets go of my hand to raise my leg, and then he starts pounding into me harder and faster while I keep touching myself.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” he says as he leans over to kiss my lips. “Seeing your hand between your legs while I’m inside you, I can’t take any more, Lexi.”

  “I’m coming,” I warn him. “I’m coming!” I scream just as the tidal wave washes
over me, dragging me under until I’m drowning in the pleasure.

  But this time, I don’t stay under as long as I usually do. I’m fighting to the surface when that churning in my stomach moves higher and higher.

  The last thing I hear is Torin’s grunts and groans as he comes before I shoot out of bed and race for the bathroom. I barely make it to the toilet before I start puking my guts out.

  “Lexi?” Torin calls out. “Damn, baby. Are you okay?” he asks when he smooths my hair back and holds it up off my shoulders while I continue to retch.

  After the heaves finally stop, I ease back on my knees and grab some toilet paper to wipe my mouth.

  “Feel any better?” Torin asks when he crouches down in front of me and rubs a cool rag over my face and down my neck.

  I shut my eyes and try to determine the answer to that question as I listen to my bubbling gut. It seems to be simmering down.

  “Yes, actually I do,” I answer when I look back at Torin.

  “Good,” he says with a small smile while he continues to wipe my face. “When was your last period?”

  “Huh?” I ask as I rear back from him and use the tub to pull myself up to my feet. Did he just ask me about my period? He’s got to be joking.

  “Your last period, Lexi. When was it?” he asks calmly, his forest-green eyes dead serious on mine.

  “I-I dunno. A few weeks ago?” I answer while going over to the sink to brush my teeth and trying to do the math in my head.

  “How many weeks? Are you late?” Torin asks.

  When I’m finished brushing, I put my toothbrush in the holder and then turn to face him again. “It’s way too early to be talking about this with you,” I tell him. “Can you just give me a few minutes to get cleaned up?” I ask since we’re both naked and I really want a shower.

  “Do you want me to go get you a test?” he asks, towering over me, refusing to budge.

  “A test?”

  “A pregnancy test,” he clarifies. “It’s been, what, five or six weeks since we fucked at Avalon without a rubber?”

  “What?” I gasp as a million thoughts rush into my head. “That was…that was just the one time we didn’t use a condom. I mean, what are the odds…”

  “I’m guessing the same odds as the ones when Liam was conceived,” Torin replies, his lips twitching like he wants to laugh.

  “This is not funny,” I tell him with a poke to his hard chest.

  “I didn’t say it was. But it’s not exactly a surprise,” he remarks.

  “You think I could be pregnant? Again? I just…we just…I don’t feel so good,” I mutter before I go over and slam the toilet lid down to sit on it.

  “Lexi, it’s gonna be okay,” Torin says when he kneels down and wraps his arms around me. “You don’t have to do it alone this time. I’ll be here for you.”

  “Liam’s just a baby!” I squeak before the tears overflow from my eyes. “Another one means I’ll never get any sleep again!”

  “Yes, you will,” he murmurs into my hair while his hand rubs my back.

  “We…we barely know each other. Th-things are already awkward between us. What are we gonna do if I’m pregnant?” I ask.

  “Things are not awkward between us, not lately at least,” he answers. “And it’s not like we’re running out of space here or can’t afford to feed another mouth.”

  “It’s not just another mouth. It’s a child. Our child that we’ll have to raise.”

  “Yeah, and we’re already getting practice. We’re gonna be pros in the second round. It’ll be easy. And Liam will have a brother or sister to grow up with and play with.”

  “Oh, what do you know?” I sob into his bare chest. “You’re just a jackass who is…who is…ridiculously fertile. I should’ve shot your balls off when I had the chance.”

  Torin simply laughs at my insult before he picks me up and carries me back to the bed where he tosses me down and falls on top of me, both of us still naked from our morning romp. In fact, his cock is already hard again, pressing against my entrance since my legs spread for him like a pair of automatic doors.

  “How can you be horny when I could be knocked up again?” I scoff.

  “Because you’re gonna grow a big, beautiful belly and everyone is gonna know I’m the lucky son of a bitch who got to put a baby in you. Again,” he says placing a hand on my stomach and trailing kisses down my neck.

  “Did you knock me up so that I can’t go back to dancing?” I ask, a smile starting to form on my lips because this man makes my heart swell.

  Torin raises up to look down on me and says, “No, but I should’ve thought of that. Might have been better than trying to make you jealous before you agreed to quit.”

  Reaching up, I grab a handful of his hair and jerk on it hard to bring his lips down on mine because I have to kiss him. He’s impossible to resist. Torin places a soft kiss on my lips before he takes control, wrestling both of my wrists into one of his hands and pinning them above my head on the mattress.

  “I’m gonna torture a few more orgasms out of you, and then I’m gonna make you breakfast before I go get you a pregnancy test,” he declares.

  “Torture away,” I agree with a smile as I lift my hips to rub myself on his eager shaft.

  With a growl, his mouth covers my right nipple and suckles on it while his cock tries to bury itself inside me. I don’t make it easy, bucking away and squirming to make him wait. He finally uses his free hand that’s not restraining me to venture down and pump his fingers in and out of me until I’m begging for his cock to take over the job. He slams home so hard the wind is knocked out of me. Then, his hand that’s pinning down both of my wrists relaxes his hold so that he can link our fingers above my head and squeeze them tight.

  “You’re mine, baby,” he growls, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. “And I’m gonna enjoy reminding you of that every single fucking day.”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Torin

  “Mommy’s about to find out if you’re gonna have a brother or sister,” I whisper to Liam as I pace around the living room with him on my shoulder, waiting for Lexi to come out of the bathroom. “Is it crazy that I want another kid, even though it means twice as many stinky diapers?” I ask him, and he coos his response. “Thought so.”

  Looking at the clock on the wall, I see that it’s ten minutes until our Kings meeting, but I guess I’m gonna have to be late. There’s no way I can leave until I know…

  Lexi comes out of the bedroom, and her face is lowered so it’s unreadable. When she holds up the blue and white stick to show me, there are no lines or pluses, zero room for doubt seeing the word “Pregnant” written on it.

  For a few seconds, I’m lost in a flashback, walking into the bathroom where Kennedy is standing with a row of sticks. “What the hell is all this?” I had snapped at her, knowing what the tests were but not understanding why she needed to take one. We’d always been careful and never slipped up even once.

  “This is us having a baby,” Kennedy had told me.

  “No,” I had told her with an emphatic shake of my head. “There must be some mistake!”

  Tears rolled down her cheeks before she yelled back at me. “Why do you think I took so many tests?” she asked. “I knew you were gonna be pissed and think I did this on purpose when I’m just as shocked as you are!”

  Still unable to believe it, I told her, “Take another one.”

  Kennedy let out a bark of non-humorous laughter. “The outcome won’t change, Torin! Do you think I wanted to have a kid with you when you’ve been so…I have no clue what your problem is lately, but I know you’ve been pulling away from me! Do you regret marrying me?”

  The truth was that there was a little part of me that did regret that decision, mostly because I hadn’t been able to admit to Kennedy what happened at the club the night of my bachelor party, but also because I couldn’t get rid of the gut feeling that we were making a mistake. That she was making a mistake when
she said she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me.

  “You do!” she sobbed before she sank to the floor of the bathroom. “You don’t love me, and now…now I’m pregnant…”

  Seeing her so upset made it impossible for me to breathe. “I love you, Kennedy. I love you so damn much it hurts,” I had told her before I kneeled and wrapped her in my arms. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I yelled. It’s just…I just…you have to give me some time to wrap my head around all this.”

  “You’re lying!” she had called me out.

  “No, I’m not. I love you and you’re going to be an amazing mother,” I had told her. “I mean, do you want to be a mother?” I asked with panic crawling up my throat at the idea of her ending the pregnancy, ending the life we created together. While I may have been blindsided with the notion, I think I could eventually get there. I think I could see myself with a daughter or a son…

  “I’m keeping the baby,” Kennedy had declared.

  “Good, that’s good,” I had told her. “I want you to. We’re gonna be fine. We’ll just buy a bigger house and have plenty of room for him or her too.”

  “Are you sure?” she had looked up and asked through the tears.

  “Absolutely,” I had lied. I had no clue what else to say but knew she needed me to tell her it was fine, that we were fine.

  “Torin?” Lexi’s voice snaps me back to the third time in my life that I’ve been told I’m going to be a father. It’s no less scary than the other two times, but for some reason it’s getting easier for me to accept the responsibility, to actually crave more of it. “Torin, what are we gonna do?”

  “We’re gonna have another baby,” I reply before I pull her to me with my free arm and hold her and Liam at the same time. And for a moment, I think everything is gonna be great, but then I feel Lexi’s shoulders shaking and hear her sniffles.

  “You’re not okay with this?” I ask when I pull back to see her face.

  “I am. I’m just…wow, you know?” she says when she wipes away the tears. Reaching up to rub Liam’s small tuft of dark hair, she adds, “It’s a lot to take in, but I’m happy.”