UnScrew Me (Savage Beast MC Book 1)

by Hayley Faiman

  I watch as Savanna’s jaw clenches at the sight of the woman at my side. Presley tugs on my hand. Ripping my gaze way from Savanna, I look down at her. “Are you hungry?” she asks.

  My appetite is now gone. Shaking my head, I inhale deeply before I release it. “Go ahead and get some food. Beers and waters are in the coolers. When you get your food, come find me, bring me a beer, yeah?”

  Releasing her hand, I dismiss her. Turning, I leave her standing there. I completely fucking ditch her and go inside of the clubhouse. I need a shot, desperately. It’s a dick move, I know. I wasn’t expecting Savanna to show, she never comes to this shit anymore.

  The bar is empty when I walk inside, and I’m glad for it. Making my way behind it, I reach for a bottle of tequila and a shot glass. Pouring myself a shot, I quickly down it, before repeating the motion two more times. After three shots I feel a little better. I frown when I feel hands at my side.

  “C’mon Silver,” the voice says.

  I’m not completely blitzed, just feeling a little buzzed. Looking down, I’m surprised to see Savanna standing at my side. Her curvy body is pressed against mine, her hair long, blonde, and shiny. Her smile is soft, too soft.

  “Come where?” I bark.

  She gives me a half smile. “It worked. She made me jealous,” she grins.

  I shake my head. That’s not why I’m with her. Not this time. Buster’s mom, yeah, probably. That was almost ten years ago, though. I’m not that man now. Presley is not to make Savanna jealous. Is she? Fuck. I’m questioning myself now, especially looking down into Savanna’s eyes.

  “Not why I brought her here,” I state.

  Savanna’s smile doesn’t fade at my words. “Okay, Silver. You want to keep telling yourself that, I’ll give you by the end of tonight, but mark my words. It will be me in your bed, and not her. I’ve seen my errors, and I’m ready now.”

  “Twenty years later,” I snort.

  She shrugs as if it means nothing to her. That my words are just bullshit, and she knows better. It should piss me off, but it doesn’t. Six months ago, hell two months ago, she would have been completely right. I would have tossed whatever woman I was with away, and taken her to my bed.

  Presley is different, I’m different. Savanna will get it, one day. She had her chance, more chances than anybody deserves, and she shit on every single one of them.

  Leaving her standing in the bar, I walk outside. My eyes search out Presley. When I find her, they warm at the sight. She’s sitting next to my boy. They have their heads bent and they’re both smiling as they talk amongst one another.

  “You gotta get Sav on a fuckin’ leash,” a voice says from next to me.

  Ripping my gaze from Presley, I turn my head to see Dragon standing next to me. “Yeah?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

  Dragon grunts. “That woman with your boy. She ain’t just worried about herself, about your dick and who you stick it in. She’s all around a good girl. Savanna only noticed you now that your dick is off the menu. She’s got her claws out, and her victim will not be you, it’s going to be Presley.”

  I snort. “Sav’s never had my dick,” I point out.

  Dragon’s eyes turn hard and he lifts his chin. “She may want it, she may not. But she damn sure doesn’t want any bitch with staying power taking it, that’s for damn sure. She’s formulatin’ a plan, and brother, I would make sure it does not go to fruition. That is, unless you don’t give a shit for the sexy school teacher. In that case, let another brother get in there, or drive her ass outta here right now, and never talk to her again.”

  Anger quickly builds, it bubbles and threatens to burst out at my own president. I try to tamp it down, but the rumble emanating from my chest causes Dragon to smirk. He walks away without another word. My eyes narrow on his back before I swing my gaze back around to Presley.

  Her big bright blue eyes meet mine, and I catch something in them. Wariness. I put that there. Pushing Savanna and her shit to the back of my mind, I make my way over to the table—toward my family. She will be completely mine sooner than she probably even realizes too.

  I’m keeping her.

  No fuckin’ matter what.

  Presley is mine.

  PRESLEY

  Joel’s gaze catches mine and he holds me hostage. He doesn’t look away or even blink as he makes his way toward me and Buster. I expect him to sit across from us, but he doesn’t. Instead, he straddles the bench next to me, pressing his crotch against my thigh and hip. His hand wraps around my waist as he turns his torso slightly, angling it toward the man who sits across from us.

  The man who is watching us with a smirk introduced himself as Mountain a few moments ago. His patch has him listed as the vice president of the club. He’s been very kind, keeping me company while Joel disappeared into the bar.

  “You get any news from that fight?” Joel asks, reaching for my plate and taking a hunk of meat.

  I watch as he plops it into his mouth and starts to chew. It’s erotic, or maybe I’m just that turned on by him. I press my thighs together, trying to calm myself down, especially since Buster is sitting right next to me on the other side.

  Mountain clears his throat, and I’m trying really hard to pay attention to the conversation, but I’m a lost cause. “Miss Gray,” Buster calls.

  Ignoring the men, I turn to look down at Buster. His food is gone, as is his drink. I watch as he looks back behind him at the couple of little girls he’s been talking and playing with off and on, then turns back to me.

  “You can call me Presley when we’re not in school, Buster,” I offer.

  He grins, his features looking so much like his father it catches me off guard. I smile down at him and wait for him to continue. “Presley,” he tries, letting the name roll off of his tongue. He gives me a wide lopsided smile, obviously liking saying my real name aloud. “I want to do something nice for Kora,” he says, his little voice trembling.

  “Something nice?” I ask.

  He shrugs. “You’re a girl. You know what girls like, right?”

  Lifting my gaze behind me, I see the little girl of his heart’s desire. She’s a sweet little blonde haired blue-eyed thing. Probably around six or seven, she’s playing by herself, swinging on the swings. “It looks like right now, the nicest thing you could do for her, is to go and be her friend. She’s all alone,” I offer.

  His eyes lift to mine and he gives me a small smile. “She’s real sad,” he whispers.

  I frown, looking back down at him. “Sad?”

  “Her mamá is gone,” he states.

  “Gone?”

  His little boy head nods, his thick black hair going every which way when he does. “I never knew mine, so I don’t know much about mamás. Seems like she’s real sad about hers being gone now though.”

  My heart aches from his words. I don’t know his situation with his mother, but he’s told me more in the past five minutes than Joel has at all. “Go be her friend, then maybe tomorrow you can get her some flowers? Girls love flowers and candy,” I explain.

  “Thanks,” he shouts as he stands. I watch him crawl out of the table and run toward the swings.

  Joel’s hand at my waist flexes and I shift my gaze back over to him. “What was that about?”

  “He wanted to know how to cheer her up. He said her mother is gone,” I explain on a whisper in case it isn’t common knowledge.

  Joel snorts at my words. “Good fuckin’ riddance. That bitch was a drain, now she can go be a drain on someone else,” he barks, tugging me a bit closer to him.

  My breath hitches when I feel the scratch of his beard against my neck. “She’s still the girl’s mother,” I breathe.

  His hand slowly slips around my waist and glides up the front of my shirt. My mind screams to push his hand away, but my body is a greedy whore. His fingers curl around my ribs and give me a squeeze.

  “Some bitches aren’t worth the time and effort. Kora’s mother is one, Buster’s mo
m is another. Both too worried about putting shit in their bodies to get high, and not so much worried about if their kids eat,” he explains.

  I gasp, whipping my head around to look up at him. “Buster’s mother?” I ask.

  His lips twitch and he shakes his head. “Knew what she was before she even had him. I paid her to leave, to sign him over to me and never come back. We left the hospital. Me with him, her on the bus.”

  Frowning, I look back at Buster, then back over to Joel. “How did you do it, a newborn?”

  Something dark passes over his features before he shakes it off. “I had the help of my family, this club. Some good Old Ladies in here,” he smirks.

  My eyes drift over to the woman standing with Trista. Her eyes have been focused on Joel the entire afternoon. I didn’t miss the way she followed him into the bar or the way she hasn’t been able to keep her gaze from him for even a second. I wonder if she’s the woman he loved for so long, if she’s the one who helped him with his son.

  Jealousy surges through me. I shouldn’t be feeling it, but I can’t help it. My insecurities scream that this woman, if she wanted him, she could have him. Especially when her gaze flicks to mine and she gives me a cocky smirk before she brings the bottle of beer to her lips and takes a drink.

  “That’s really nice,” I say, looking back over at him.

  My heart skips when I see that he’s looking across the party right at her as well. It looks like it takes extreme effort for him to rip his eyes from hers and look back over to me. He smiles down as he looks at me, but I can tell his mind isn’t focused completely on me anymore.

  He’s thinking of her.

  I wonder if this is what it will always be like with us?

  Is this just the beginning. Am I destined to live in the shadow of this other woman?

  I don’t know if my heart can handle it. I don’t know if the end result is worth it. Granted he’s in my bed, he’s at my side. But is he thinking of her when he’s with me? Would he even tell me the truth if he were?

  Shit.

  I want to curl into a ball and cry right here—right now.

  Chapter Fifteen

  PRESLEY

  As soon as the sun sets, the atmosphere begins to change. A bonfire is lit, more coolers of alcohol are brought out, and the children are quickly loaded into cars and driven away. Buster is one of the last to leave. I glance over to Trista who is standing next to the woman that I already know to be Savanna.

  “You got nothin’ to worry about,” a voice says next to me.

  I turn to the side to see the man that snatched Esther up from the bar, Wolfe. “Yeah?” I ask with a snort.

  He shrugs, his own gaze flittering off to the bonfire. I follow his gaze to see Esther standing next to a man. He’s wearing a vest much like the rest of them, his dark hair pulled back, a beard on his face hiding his features. It’s pretty much the uniform of all of the men.

  “I thought you and Esther…” I let the words trail off as I watch the other man lean down and touch his mouth to her temple. She isn’t in the moment with him completely though, her eyes are on Wolfe.

  Clearing his throat, Wolfe turns to me, a grin on his lips. “Know why Silver’s got it hot for you, babe,” he chuckles. “All that sweet innocence and naivety. Hot as fuck,” he chuckles.

  I frown, but Wolfe doesn’t explain any further. He lifts his hand and walks away toward the bonfire just as I feel a warmth against my back. I look down when a palm slides across my belly. I recognize the dark golden hand and lie back against his chest. Joel leans down, his lips skimming my neck.

  “Boy’s off with Trista. All the kids are gone, now it’s time for the adults to have some fun. You want a beer, or a shot?” he asks.

  I turn my head, looking over my shoulder at him. His dark eyes are liquid again, focused on me and full of what I can only describe as excitement. I think about what to drink. I could do a beer, I’ve already had a couple, but I have a feeling if I have to deal with this Savanna bitch staring at us the rest of the night I’m going to need something harder.

  “Shot,” I blurt out.

  His lips curve into a smile, his hand cups my ass in a rough squeeze and he jogs away toward a table that is serving as a makeshift bar for the evening. He returns with two glasses of clear liquid. I take mine from him, bringing it to my nose and sniffing it. Tequila. My eyes widen, shifting my gaze over to him he’s grinning over the rim of his glass.

  “Down the hatch, cariña,” he chuckles.

  There’s no lime, no salt, and no chaser. I pinch my eyes closed and open my mouth. Tipping my head back, I let the liquid slide down my throat, burning all the way down. Inhaling through my nose, I try not to cough but fail. Joel sucks the drink down without even making so much as a face.

  “Let’s go over to the fire, you’re going to get cold in this little thing,” he murmurs, taking the glass from me. I watch as he sets them down, on the table. He laces his fingers with mine and together we walk over to the group.

  My eyes slowly move over the men and women, landing on Esther. Wolfe is now behind her, one of his hands on her belly. His lips are devouring her neck. I blink in surprise. The other man from earlier appears at their side and I watch as he starts to kiss the other side of her neck. I let out an audible gasp at the sight.

  Joel tugs me down on his lap, somehow producing a chair for himself to sit on. “You like that? Seeing the way they both give her one hundred percent of their attention. When they fuck, she gets two men bringing her pleasure. Two men touching every fucking part of her body,” he rasps against my neck.

  I turn in his lap, draping my feet over his thighs. “Is that what you want?” I chance asking.

  His gaze shifts over to the three of them then comes back to me. His eyes darken, blacken and glitter. “Fuck no. I don’t do other dick anywhere near me, Presley,” he chuckles. “Now you want to play with another bitch, I would never turn that shit down,” he winks.

  Like Savanna, I think to myself. I should say the words out loud, but I don’t. I don’t want him to know just how jealous I am of her. Of what she represents. Of what he could be imagining. I decide to push it to the back of my mind. He’s here with me, physically. Maybe that’s all I’ll have, maybe one day I’ll have more of him, or maybe we won’t even last much longer and it won’t even be an issue.

  Joel’s fingers dance up the outside of my leg, exposing my upper thigh as he does. I’m too mesmerized by his eyes, by his touch to care that anyone, and everyone, can see us. His fingers slip between my legs and I widen them just enough to let his hand between them. I suck in a breath when he shifts my panties to the side. His knuckle grazes my clit, moving to my center, then back. Feather-light and sensual.

  “I can still feel how sticky you are,” he rasps.

  I bite the bottom of my lip, nodding as I inhale deeply. “Yeah,” I admit.

  His mouth touches his favorite spot at the side of my neck as his knuckle strokes me, soft and gentle. I want to spread my legs wide, beg and plead for more, but I’m still extremely aware that not only are we outside, we’re surrounded by a group of people that are virtually strangers to me.

  “Want this cunt,” he growls.

  My hand automatically moves, wrapping my fingers around his wrist to stop his movements. “There are people,” I point out.

  He lifts his gaze, looking past me, then back to me. “We’ll go find a spot then, you’re not comfortable here.”

  I blink from his words, turning my head I’m surprised to see one woman on her knees in front of a man. Another is actually lying in the dirt while he fucks her and then there’s Esther. She’s on one of her guy’s laps riding him and the other is behind her, touching and kissing and looking like he’s about to take her ass at any given second.

  It’s a fucking orgy.

  On shaky legs, I scramble from Joel’s lap. He looks at me with confusion laced in his features. “You brought me to an orgy?” I hiss.

  He stares at
me, his eyes blinking a few times before his lips curve up into a smile and he starts to laugh softly. Thankfully, he doesn’t laugh too hard, or too loud, but he’s still laughing, and I’m confused as to why he doesn’t think this is any big deal. What kind of group is this?

  SILVER

  Presley is too fucking cute. My eyes flick to the people around us. They’re all in different stages of fucking, and I can see where she got the orgy idea. Standing, I wrap my hand around hers and tug her toward the building. I don’t take her inside. I drag her around, in the shadows of the side of the building. I doubt anyone will be anywhere near us, but I’m not ready to call it a night yet.

  “Joel,” she whispers once we’re around the corner.

  I can see her blue eyes sparkle in the moonlight as I push her back against the concrete brick wall. Reaching down, I silently wrap my hands around the backs of her thighs and pick her up. She immediately wraps her legs around my hips and I push her back against the wall a little harder, trapping her between me and the building.

  “I won’t share you, Presley,” I grind out. “Some men will share. I’m not that man,” I announce, brushing my lips across hers.

  She arches her back, her hot pussy pressing against my jeans. I’m sure she’s making a fucking mess, her center still full of my come from earlier, but I don’t give much of a fuck. “You’ll let people watch us though, let them see me?” she asks breathlessly.

  Grunting, I slide my hands up her thighs to her ass and squeeze her flesh roughly. Her eyes open, meeting mine, and I grin. “Does it make you nervous, knowing someone could see your sexy body?” I ask, arching a brow.

  She squirms, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. I chuckle at her reaction. Sliding one of my hands between us, I brush the pad of my thumb against her clit from over her panty covered center. Hooking my finger beneath the center of her thong, I slide it to the side so that I can feel her bare sticky cunt.