Savage Kings MC - South Carolina Box Set #1

by Lane Hart

  That one action spurs Verek on. His tongue delves deeper into my mouth, obviously needing more, but still his hands don’t touch me. Next, I lift his long-sleeve shirt over his head, and then my palms are gliding greedily over his chest and abs that I’ve missed, even though I just saw them last night. Once I’ve groped my fill, I drop to my knees to get to work on undoing his jeans.

  “Jesus, Tessa. You’re already killing me,” Verek groans above me as I pop the button and tug his zipper down over his distended fly. I tug his jeans down his thighs, quickly followed by his black boxer briefs. The material doesn’t make it to his knees before my lips are sealing around the blunt head of his cock. I take as much of him as I can to the back of my throat only a few times, wetting the underside of his shaft with my tongue before Verek staggers backward until he’s sitting on the foot of the bed.

  “I love your mouth, but you’ve got something else even better planned for tonight, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asks as he reaches down to pull off his boots to strip his jeans and boxer briefs all the way off.

  “Yes,” I agree when I stand up again. Reaching down, I grab the hem of my sweater dress and pull it up and off. Kicking off my heels, I quickly go to work on shimmying out of my hose until I’m only covered by my black satin bra and panties.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Verek says as he sits on the end of the bed completely naked, his thighs spread wide, not hiding an inch of himself.

  And I know that there’s no reason for me to hide any part of my body with him, no matter what hang-ups I may have in my head. I lower one bra strap and then the other, pulling my arms free before pushing the satin down to my waist, peeling my panties down with them until both undergarments are around my bare feet.

  “Damn, sweetheart. I wish I could kiss every inch of your perfect skin,” he says as his darkening eyes eat me up in the best possible way and his hand wraps around his hard cock. The way his muscles are tensing, I know it’s taking a great deal of restraint for Verek to not get up and attack me.

  “I wasn’t sure you would want me after…after the first time you saw me naked,” I admit to him.

  “How could I not want you?” he asks. “I’ll always want you, Tessa.”

  Hearing the sincerity in his words, I finally take a deep breath and walk over to him, standing between his open legs to kiss him. Our mouths are aligned with him sitting on the tall bed, making it easy for our tongues to meet and tangle.

  Verek removes his hand from his cock to put both in my hair as our kiss deepens. I feel his hard flesh pressing against my stomach and need him inside of me so bad it hurts. Doing this, finally have sex with Verek, won’t physically hurt me, though, not like before…

  Why did it take me so long to realize that?

  I lift one knee up on the bed next to Verek before using my grip on his neck to climb all the way on top of his lap, straddling him so that his body lines up perfectly with mine.

  At the first graze of my soaking wet pussy sliding along the length of his cock, I moan.

  Verek’s tongue swipes along the bottom of my parted lips before he says, “Take your time. We’ve got all night.”

  “I know,” I agree when I reach down to line him up. “But I want you right now.”

  It’s his turn to gasp when I position his head to my opening. “No condom?” he whispers.

  “No condom,” I agree as I lower myself down on him a few more inches, and we’re both gasping and moaning. I’m so tight and he’s so big that it takes a few more tries before I’m finally able to take all of him.

  That’s when Verek’s mouth crashes down on mine, his hands tightening in my hair as he loses his restraint. His hips buck, thrusting him deeper inside of me, hitting some hidden spot that somehow makes the room darken and my inner walls clench.

  “You okay?” he asks against my lips.

  “Yes,” I moan which is rewarded with another pump of his hips that steals my breath. “More. Please,” I beg as I finally start to move on top of him.

  As both of us get lost in the urgency of our bodies, I ride Verek down until his back is flat on the bed. His big palms slide down my neck and chest until they’re gently cupping my breasts, his thumbs rubbing circles around my nipples as I ride him harder and faster. One hand keeps up the sweet torture while his other lowers to the place where our bodies are connected. As soon as his fingertips press against my clit, I come apart, trembling and chanting Verek’s name over and over again in gratitude. While I’m riding those blissful waves of ecstasy, his body stills underneath mine, and then his flesh is throbbing inside of me before his warm release fills me up.

  Verek buries his face in my neck, his mouth sucking on my skin, muffling his masculine grunts of pleasure.

  I collapse onto his chest that’s even more damp than mine when I can’t hold myself up any longer, sated and happy.

  I finally had sex.

  And it was incredible.

  “Thank you,” I say to Verek, brushing my lips over his throat.

  “The pleasure was all mine, sweetheart,” he jokes, his mouth moving from my neck and around until our mouths find each other again. “Well worth the wait,” he says. “I would’ve gladly kept my virginity until tonight for the chance to have this one single time with you,” he adds, which is complete bullshit, but exactly what I needed to hear.

  Chapter Thirty

  Verek

  * * *

  How did I get talked into a day at the beach as a third wheel? Oh, that’s right. Last night with Tessa was the best night of my life. The sex was so much more than just “sex.” It was the most connected to another person that I’ve ever felt. I’m falling hard for this woman and would do anything she asked.

  Even tag along on a date with her and Paul.

  Although, I have to admit that it is a beautiful day. The sunshine is glistening off the ocean water, and the sand is cool under my bare toes, not scorching hot like in the summer. There’s no way I’ll be going for a swim, but it’s nice to take my shoes off and sit in the dunes, watching the tide roll in, even if Paul ensures I’m left out of most of his conversation with Tessa. He’s talking about her life back in Raleigh, a time that I don’t know anything about. She’s never really talked to me about her previous home.

  Needing a break from their little reunion, I stand up and tell them, “I think I’m gonna go for a walk.”

  “I think I’m going to go to the ladies’ room,” Tessa replies. I reach down, offering her my hand that she takes to pull herself to her feet.

  “Thanks,” she says with a smile. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Okay,” I agree, forgetting where I was going as I watch her walk away with the prospects following close behind.

  “Why does Tessa let you touch her?” Paul asks when we’re alone.

  “Huh?”

  “You heard me,” he says, standing up to talk to me. “I’m not blind, so just tell me what’s going on. Am I wasting my time here?”

  Blowing out an exasperated breath, I tell him, “No, I don’t think you’re wasting your time. Tessa is…torn, I think. The biggest thing that’s holding her back is that she’s afraid of not being capable of intimacy, at least not the normal kind.”

  “I don’t care about that! I love her,” he says. “I still want to spend the rest of my life with her, even if I never get to touch her again.”

  “When I say she’s torn, I mean that she cares about me too.”

  “No shit,” he huffs. “She barely lets you leave her side.”

  “She trusts me. I’ve fucking earned that trust!” Pointing to my chest, I tell him, “I was the man who carried her out of that goddamn storage facility, and I’m the one who killed the men who hurt her.” With a sigh, I add, “I’m also the man she almost went home with the night she was kidnapped. She’s forgiven me, even though it was my fault she left the club without her friends…”

  I didn’t think Paul had it in him, but before I can blink, his fist is flying a
t my face. I try to duck in time, but his knuckles still land smack-dab on my damn jaw.

  “Fuck!” I exclaim as I clutch the side of my aching face.

  “You’re the reason Tessa suddenly wanted to call off the wedding?” he snarls at me, finally losing his temper. I admit, it took longer than I would’ve lasted seeing her with another man.

  “What? No, I’m not. Tessa called the wedding off because she was kidnapped and raped by those four sons of bitches.”

  “No,” he says with a shake of his head. “She called me that night, told me we should postpone the wedding because she wasn’t ready. She said she needed time, but I could tell, what she really meant was that she had suddenly changed her mind.”

  “She did?” I ask in surprise. I always thought she ended things because of what she had been through, what I didn’t stop from happening to her. “You think she called it off for a man she just met?”

  “Yes! She crushed me, ruined everything we had, all because of you!”

  “Me? Really?” I repeat again.

  “I don’t know, but probably,” he exclaims, losing his cool again, his arms flailing. “The way she looks at you…I think she loves you.”

  “She shouldn’t,” I remark, even though my chest is swelling up with hope.

  “No, she shouldn’t. I can treat her better than you. I’m certain of that!” he says.

  “I’m sure you could,” I agree.

  “So why would she rather be with you?”

  “I don’t know, man,” I answer. “Honestly, Tessa is still confused. She hasn’t made a decision yet. She may still pick you.”

  “How could I ever compete with you? The man who ‘saved her’?”

  “I may have been there when we found her, but it’s my fault she was taken. If I had just gone after her…”

  “Then she would’ve gone home with you, and I still would be the one who lost her!” Paul explains. “As long as you’re around, I don’t stand a fucking chance. Tessa said she wanted to come back home eventually. Are you what’s standing in her way, keeping her here?”

  “What? I don’t…I didn’t know that she wants to go home.”

  “Of course she does! That’s where her family and friends are,” he says. “Why can’t you leave or just let her go, finally end this…this fling or whatever it is that’s going on and stop messing with her head? Be the bigger man and let me be the man she needs!”

  Tessa

  * * *

  “Sorry it took so long,” I say when I finally make my way back to our spot on the mostly empty beach and find Paul sitting alone on one of the blankets while Verek is still out on his walk. “When I came out of the bathroom, I had to hit up the lemonade stand. Do you want some?”

  “No, thanks,” he says with a sigh. When I’m finally standing in front of him, I realize he’s holding the ice cubes from the cooler on his knuckles.

  “Oh my god! What happened?” I ask in concern before a sudden thought dawns on me. “Oh no. Did you hit Verek?” No, that’s a stupid question. Paul wouldn’t hit anyone. He’s the least violent man I know.

  “I may have sucker punched him once,” Paul explains with a wince. “I think his face hurt my hand more than my hand hurt his face.”

  He seriously punched Verek?

  “That’s…you shouldn’t have done that!” I shout at him.

  “Hell, I know that,” he mutters as he stands up. “I just hate realizing that I’ve lost you for good. I thought maybe there was still a chance for us, but there’s not, is there?”

  Taking a deep breath, I finally tell him the truth. “No. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry about that night when I changed my mind, and then for not being able to face you afterward for so long. I was selfish.”

  “You did what you needed to do after a horrible tragedy. That’s not selfish,” he says. “You’re in love with Verek. I get it. But he has doubts. He said he would leave because he doesn’t think he can love you like you deserve. What if he can’t?”

  “What? But he can. He does love me,” I whisper softly. “I slept with him last night. I’m not telling you that to hurt you. It’s just that, I think I was supposed to be with him all along because it felt so…right. I turned him down that first night we met, and I’ve regretted it for so long. The only reason I didn’t sleep with him while we were still engaged was because I didn’t want to hurt you. I guess…that was bound to happen anyway. I’m so sorry.”

  “That’s…well, it’s not what I wanted to hear, but I’m glad to finally have some closure. I was hoping to leave here this week with you and if not, to finally let you go. I haven’t exactly been totally honest with you these past few days either…”

  “You haven’t?” I say in surprise.

  “While we were apart, I saw other women.”

  He doesn’t have to elaborate. He slept with other people.

  “Huh,” I mutter, not exactly shocked, just surprised that Verek, the biggest playboy in the South, was celibate during our hiatus, but my former fiancé was not.

  “Also, I should probably confess that the reason I called or texted you every day was because Charlotte told me you needed to hear from me. I’m pretty sure she was wrong since you hardly ever answered.”

  “You’re right. She was wrong,” I say, knowing now more than ever that I’ve made the right decision. Going up on my toes, I kiss his cheek and quickly step away. “Goodbye, Paul.”

  “Goodbye, Tessa. I wish you the best.”

  “Me too,” I tell him truthfully.

  Grabbing his shoes, Paul trudges up the dunes to the wooden walkway. Once he’s gone, I plop down on the beach towel, swiping the few tears from my cheek and try to call Verek. It goes right to his voicemail.

  I wait for him to get back from his walk for what feels like forever, until the sun starts to set. Verek doesn’t come back or call. Lucas and Jake ask at least a dozen times if I want to head home, but each time I tell them just a few more minutes.

  When my phone finally does ring, it’s Charlotte.

  I’ve been avoiding her calls, texting her when she checked in each day because I didn’t want to cause any friction between her and Roman on their honeymoon. When she tells me that they’re home early, I pack up our beach picnic to head over.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Tessa

  * * *

  “Why would you set Paul up for me to break his heart like that?” I yell at Charlotte as soon as she opens the door.

  “Nice to see you too,” she remarks sarcastically, looking tan and happy.

  “Why? Why did you do that to him? To me?” I ask. “Did you know he slept with other women? I know you’re the reason he called every day without fail too.”

  “So what? He just needed a little push. You both needed to see if you could work things out and if not, finally move on with your lives. Did it work? You haven’t said much in your texts, and the prospects don’t know what the hell is going on.”

  “How can I move on with my life when your husband sent Verek away for months?”

  “Roman didn’t send Verek away,” Charlotte says. “Verek left on his own. Right, Roman?” she asks him over her shoulder.

  “Something like that,” he remarks with a shrug of one meaty shoulder.

  “Roman may not have escorted him out of the city limits, but he took his cut and told him to leave and not contact me!”

  “Roman? Seriously?” Charlotte turns to ask her husband, crossing her arms angrily over her chest. “You said he left because he wanted to and that blowing off women was just his MO!”

  “He disobeyed my orders, putting Tessa and the entire club in jeopardy!” Roman shouts back. “And you and I both agreed that Tessa was better off with Paul.”

  “Guess what!” I yell at them. “It’s Tessa’s decision who she thinks she’ll be better off with!”

  Charlotte turns back to me and drops her arms. “Sweetie, I’m so happy you’ve found your backbone again. But when you first got out of the fa
cility, you couldn’t even decide what you wanted for breakfast. Remember?”

  “I…that…food is one thing! Deciding my love life for me is something totally different. You both crossed a line!”

  “Verek’s the reason you left the club that night!” Roman comes over and chimes in. “Why would you ever want to be with him after what you went through because he can’t keep his dick in his pants?”

  “What?” I gasp in disbelief. “Is that really what you think of him?”

  “Yes!”

  “You’re wrong,” I tell him. “I’m the reason I left the club alone that night. I went out to call Paul because after ten minutes with Verek, I knew Paul wasn’t the one for me. He didn’t…excite me. Paul didn’t make my heart race. The crazy thing is that I think Verek may love me even though he’s not sure how to express it. I’m broken and may never be fixed, and still he’s been sweet and patient, understanding and supportive. And even if he doesn’t know how to love me yet, I love him.”

  “Fuck,” Roman mutters.

  “Fuck is right! Verek doesn’t think he deserves to be with me or that he’s capable of loving me. I wonder where he got that from?” I snap at him. “He’s spent the last few days bringing me out of my shell, showing me I’m still capable of being intimate with a man, all the while thinking he’s not capable of ever loving me the way Paul did!”

  “You got intimate with Verek?” Charlotte whispers with her eyes wide in surprise. “Like all the way intimate?”

  “Yes, I did! And maybe I would have months ago if someone hadn’t banished him from the island!”

  “South Carolina isn’t an island,” Roman remarks.

  “You know what I mean!” I yell so loudly my throat burns. “So, Roman, you’re going to find Verek and you’re going to tell him he’s good enough for me and that he has your approval for us to be together, because he apparently needs someone to tell him that. And if you don’t, I’ll…I’ll move back into this house and the two of you will never get alone time again!”