UnScrew Me (Savage Beast MC Book 1)

by Hayley Faiman

“Joel, I’ve never… not like this,” she says, and I dip my chin pressing my lips to hers as I fill her cunt with my finger.

  She opens her mouth in a sigh and I fuck her mouth with my tongue, as I fuck her cunt with my finger. Breaking the kiss, I continue to fuck her pussy with my finger, curling it inside of her, enjoying the little sounds of surprise she makes each time I touch the sensitive spot inside of her.

  “I know you’re shy. I know you’re the most innocent woman I’ve had. But fuck me, cariña, I want to bust you wide fuckin’ open. There’s wild beneath you, complete raw wild, and I’m selfish as fuck because I want it all for myself.”

  Her mouth opens in a little O shape. I want nothing more than to shove her on her knees, make her take me, watching those lips struggle to wrap around my dick, and taking me deep. Her hands suddenly leave my shoulders where she’s been gripping me, shifting to between us. I feel her tug on my jeans, then she uses her feet to help shove my jeans down before she wraps her small hand around my cock.

  Removing my fingers from between her legs, I return my grip to her ass, pushing her against the concrete a little harder. “Guide me in,” I murmur, brushing my lips across her own.

  She does as I gently demand. I feel the head of my dick press against her warm wet entrance and I can’t help the shudder that rolls through me. Her hands move, one grips my shoulder, the other fists the back of my hair, holding onto me. Her blue eyes meet mine, twinkling in the fucking moonlight as I sink inside of her tight body.

  “Nobody else touches this. Nobody,” I grind out once I’m completely buried to the root in her cunt.

  Presley tugs on my hair, forcing my head back from its tipped position. I already miss watching the way she stretches around me, but those eyes of hers, the change in view is worth it. “This is mine, too,” she whimpers as I slowly pull out of her then thrust back inside.

  I smirk at her words, releasing her ass with one of my hands and sliding it up her side, then up the middle of her tits to wrap my fingers around the front of her throat.

  “Sweet girl. Goddamn if you only knew,” I mutter.

  If she only knew the truth, she’d be running as far away from me as she could. She’d leave and never look back, but I’d drag her sexy ass back to me anyway. She’s stuck, completely fucking utterly stuck with me, now.

  “If I only knew what, Joel?” she asks. There’s a bite to her question that causes me to smirk.

  Squeezing her delicate throat, I lean forward, pressing my forehead against her own. “If you only knew the truth of it all, of this life, of me. You’d never freely open for me. I’m never telling you, mi vida.”

  “Joel,” she whimpers.

  Lifting my forehead from hers, I look into her now watery gaze. My thrusts become faster, harder, and I grind my pelvis against her clit enjoying the way she gasps every goddamn time. I don’t allow her to question me, to question us. It’s non-negotiable how this relationship will be. She’ll get it one day. Pressing my lips to hers, I fuck her—hard.

  I keep my hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing every time I sink deep inside. She moans, loud enough that I know if someone were listening, they’d hear. She’s completely forgotten that we’re outside.

  Nothing around her exists but the way she’s feeling, her body climbing closer toward its release. This is exactly what my goal was. This is what I want from her. Fuck the outside bullshit, I want to bring out her wild within.

  “Harder,” she begs. “Please, God. Joel, please,” she hoarsely begs.

  I slam into her, her back assuredly scraping against the wall but I don’t give a fuck. She wants my dick harder, that’s what she’ll get. “Yes,” she moans, her legs tightening around my hips as she tries to keep me inside of her.

  “Come, cariña. Goddammit, come all over me. Soak my cock,” I grunt as sweat beads against my forehead, dripping onto her chest.

  She hums, her pussy fluttering around me, sucking me in, holding me tight. I curse as I slam into her with all of my strength. Smirking, I know she’ll be sore, but I don’t really give a fuck. It’s going to be fucking beautiful.

  “I’m coming.” Her body wracks with sobs as her cunt clenches so tight around me, it almost hurts.

  My fingers dig into her ass, my other hand tightening around her throat and I fuck her through her climax, my back and balls simultaneously tingling. Tipping my head back, I look at the stars as I roar with my own release.

  Filling her with my cum, it isn’t what I promised. I said I was going to paint this body with my release, but right now, it’s the least of my worries. Right now, all I can think about is the way she milks me, the way she let go for me, the way she’s accepted me.

  Releasing her throat, I move my hand to her ass, pulling her off of the wall slightly and holding her closer to me, my cock still twitching inside of her body.

  Her fingers tighten in my hair, and I tip my head down, still struggling to catch my breath as I look into her blue eyes. “I want all of the dirty, bad, and ugly, Joel. I want every part of you. Without all of you, I don’t know if I can be at your side. I need it all,” she says. Her voice is soft, breathless and gentle, but her words hold a hard tone.

  “Can’t give that to you, Presley. What you get is what you’ll get. You have to decide if I’m worth it. If this is worth it. If the life you can have with me is worth it.”

  “What kind of life is that?” she asks.

  I grin. “Cariña,” I say with a chuckle. “A wild life, a full life, an adventurous life. It’ll be a good one, mi vida, I swear it.”

  She looks like she’s thinking hard. I stay inside of her, a reminder of how she feels when I’m there. I know she loves it as much as I do. Her fingers grip my hair harder, her eyes drifting down to my chest where the gorilla tattoo hides beneath my shirt.

  “I want that. I also want devotion, dedication, and fidelity. Do I get that, too?”

  I curse to myself, images of Smith’s daughter on her knees for me not long ago flash through my mind. That had nothing to do with desire, love, or what I want with my woman. That was power and control. That was business. I’m sure if she knew she wouldn’t think of it as that though.

  Can I go the rest of my life and keep a promise of complete fidelity to her? Honest to fuck, I don’t know. I’ve never known a man who is faithful to one woman. I’ve never seen it. She needs this though, if nothing else, she needs the fucking words.

  Swallowing, I meet her eyes with my own. “You have me, cariña.”

  I watch as a shadow crosses her face, probably matching one of my very own. Something settles inside of her. I’m not sure if I like it or not, but when she nods, she gives me a fake smile. “Okay, baby,” she rasps.

  Something cracks inside of me when she calls me baby. The sudden urge to be the man she needs fills me.

  Maybe for her, I can be what she’s asking.

  Maybe I can at least fucking try.

  We rearrange our clothes and instead of going back out to the bonfire we make our way into the bar for a few drinks, maybe play a little pool if the table isn’t being used for something else. It’s still early enough in the evening that the party shouldn’t have migrated that far yet.

  Chapter Sixteen

  PRESLEY

  The bar is fairly empty, but it doesn’t matter. Joel plants my ass on a stool and plays bartender. I attempt to let his words from earlier roll off of my back. I don’t know what they all mean, what part of himself he’ll never give me. I want it though. I want it all.

  I am under no illusions that I’ll change a man of his age, or any age either. I never wanted to fall for a man, then try to change everything about him. So, whatever skeletons he has above killing someone, I’m going to have to attempt to accept them.

  “You got a sister. Any other siblings?” he asks, pouring me another shot. This time he passes me a bowl of limes, and a salt shaker.

  I’m grateful and lick my hand, salting it, then shooting the liquid before shoving the lim
e in my mouth. My eyes shift over to his and I notice that they’re liquid again. He shifts his gaze somewhere else, then brings his eyes back to me before they return to their normal darkness.

  Shaking my head, I begin to tell him about my family. “My parents are still married, they live in Phoenix, and so does my sister and her husband. They’re trying for kids, but they aren’t succeeding. I think they’re having problems because of it, too.”

  Patti didn’t say as much when she called me, but she didn’t have to. I know her well enough to know that it’s been on her mind constantly the past five years.

  Joel’s eyes flash and his eyes glance down to my chest, then back up to my face. “You think it’s hereditary?” he asks.

  My stomach knots in a way that does not feel good at all. I close my eyes slowly, breathing in deeply before letting it out in one long exhale. “Not that I know of,” I murmur.

  “Good. This keeps going good for us, want to give you some babies, cariña.”

  My brows snap together, and I look up to him in surprise. “What?” I exhale.

  He grins, his eyes actually smiling and crinkling around the edges. He looks sexy as shit. I wish I were more outgoing. I would climb across this bar and kiss him, he looks that hot right now. Or maybe the tequila is hitting my system.

  “Did you think I was fucking around when I first mentioned it? I like you, Presley. I like the way you are with my boy. I like the way we fit in bed together. I just plain fuckin’ like you. I know you want kids, a house, a family. I’ll give you whatever you want, cariña. That includes babies,” he explains.

  My mouth parts in surprise as I stare across the bar at him. “But you’re forty-five,” I blurt.

  His smile appears again, reaching his eyes and again, I swoon. “Know how old I am, sweet girl. Want to give you the life you crave, mi vida. Being mine means I take care of you, and helping you fulfill your dreams, that’s just part of it,” he shrugs. “Plus, I like kids. Always wanted a fuckin’ houseful, now you’ll give me what I want too, won’t you?”

  My breath hitches and I meet his smile with my own. “Whatever you want, Joel,” I breathe.

  His eyes darken, and his face goes blank. “I would be careful offering up something that big, cariña,” he warns.

  Placing my hands on the bar, I lean over as much as I can, my eyes meeting his and my face serious. “You give me a beautiful life, a house full of babies, devotion and love, then you can have whatever you want, baby.”

  His hand reaches out across the bar like lightning. His fingers grab ahold of the back of my neck, twisting in my hair and holding me tightly. “You make promises like that, you look at me like that, and swear to God I’m going to bend you over and take you right here, right now, not giving a fuck who is watching.”

  I lick my lips, thinking about it. Thinking about him slipping my panties to the side again, sliding his thick cock inside and fucking me in front of all of these people. They wouldn’t care, they do the same shit. I should be embarrassed, I should be screaming and running, but I’m not. I’m turned on by the thought of it all, the dirtiness of it.

  Without a word, his hands move, and he reaches all the way across, wrapping his fingers around my waist and drags me across the bar. I let out a giggle, feeling tipsy and light headed as he plants my ass against the cool bar.

  “I’m taking what I want, Presley. I’m taking everything from you and you’ll hate me, you’ll fucking resent me, but goddamn me because I won’t give a fuck. Having your beauty in my bed, your softness raising my babies. Your smile and your eyes to stare at until the day I die. I’m taking it all, mi vida.”

  His voice is barely above a whisper, his tone can be described as nothing other than determined. I don’t speak. I couldn’t have words that compare to the beautiful ones that he’s just given me. Gripping the vest, at his chest, I pull him against me, widening my legs so that he can be closer. His jean-clad hips slam against my sore pussy and I moan as I press my lips against his own in a hard kiss.

  “Fuck,” he growls into my mouth.

  I slip my tongue out and drive it into his mouth, tasting him. Tasting the tequila and him, moaning when I do. His lips break our kiss but he doesn’t straighten, he reaches for me, his hands flattening against my lower back and tugging me closer to the edge of the bar. He pulls me completely off of it and places me on my feet.

  Joel spins me around, places his palm on the center of my back and pushes me down until I’m bent over the bar. My chest presses against the warm, sticky wood top. I place my hands on the top, but he reaches for them, gathering both of my wrists behind me, resting them against my lower back.

  I feel my skirt being flipped over my ass, the cool air of the room kissing my skin. His fingers hook in my panties and wordlessly he tugs them down my legs. I step out of them with no instruction, my pussy screaming for his touch. I can still feel his cum from earlier leaking between my legs.

  Joel drags his finger through my center and gather’s the fluid from between my thighs. I feel his chest press against my back and arms, his breath fanning my cheek as he leans over me, then his finger is in front of my face. He uses his digit to paint my lips, doing as he promised, in a modified way. He paints me with his release.

  “Lick it off,” he softly demands.

  I peek my tongue out, running it along my top lip, then my bottom as well. His eyes turn liquid before they spark with desire. He lifts his finger to my mouth again and I part my lips for him. He slips his finger inside. I suck on him, swirling my tongue around until he grunts and releases me.

  “Are you going to let me fuck you in this room full of people, Presley? They’re all going to see the look on your face when you come, they’re going to hear you beg for me. They’re going to know that my cock is buried deep inside of this tight sweet pussy. Can you handle that?” he asks, keeping his voice low.

  Clenching my thighs together one last time, I spread my legs apart and tip my ass back. I look at him from over my shoulder, a small smile playing on my lips. I’m not drunk, I’m tipsy, but I’m also feeling beautiful, brave and safe, and that is because of him.

  Smiling, I bite the corner of my lip, still able to taste his salty come. “Fuck me, baby,” I challenge.

  He growls, one of his hands moving, the other gripping my wrists tighter. His cock suddenly presses against my center, and I sigh as he fills me. I ache. Tomorrow, I will no doubt hurt. But right now it feels worth the future pain.

  He drives inside of me, pausing once he’s completely rooted in deep. His free hand slides up my back, his fingers twist in my hair. He turns my head to face the bar. He’s right, there are people everywhere. I hadn’t realized how quickly the area had filled up. I gasp and try to turn my head away, but his fingers tighten, and he doesn’t let me.

  “You’ll face them when I fuck you, Presley,” he states. “Let them see that you belong to me.”

  My thighs tremble at his words. My eyes skirt past the people in the room. None are paying attention to me. They’re in their own world with their own partners. That is, until my eyes land on the woman who has been watching me from earlier.

  Joel pulls completely out of me, then slams back inside with a groan, tugging my neck, forcing my back to arch a bit farther. Her eyes hold me captive. She doesn’t look hurt, she looks angry.

  “Bent for me, bowed for me, goddamn you were made to be mine, Presley,” Joel says, interrupting my thoughts of this woman.

  I groan when he tugs my torso up a bit more, changing the angle of my body, and the angle his cock hits me. “Yes,” I hiss.

  He chuckles, his strokes coming faster, and harder. “You‘re going to be sore tomorrow,” he points out. “It’s going to be so beautiful. I’ll spend the morning licking that sweet cunt all better again,” he crudely announces.

  I push back against him, meeting his thrust and arching even more when our bodies collide. “Make me hurt,” I beg.

  He grunts, and his next few thrusts are in hard
, rapid succession. I can feel the sweat from his forehead drip onto my neck. I whimper, my body climbing closer with each down stroke of his cock. My eyes are unable to close, or focus anywhere but that woman.

  I lick my lips with a whimper as my eyes meet her intense gaze. She brings her beer to her lips, tipping her head back as she watches us. Then, oddly, she grins. Her eyes flick from mine to above me, and that’s when I know that she’s caught Joel’s gaze.

  Something ugly furls inside of me. My pussy doesn’t get the memo. My entire body locks up tightly, and I come. It feels forced, like a train rushes through me and I wasn’t ready for any of it.

  “Fuck. Yes,” Joel barks.

  His hand leaves my wrists and I feel it slap against the cheek of my ass. He wildly bucks his hips until he stills and I feel him fill me again. I’m so full of his release that it slides down my thighs. I’m such a mess, but I don’t care. What I am concerned about is that look on her face and the way he came almost immediately after she looked up at him.

  This shadow. I cannot deal with.

  Once he’s pulled out of me, he lifts his jeans over his hips and I rearrange my skirt as I turn around. He grins looking down at me, lowering his face to brush his lips against my own. His beard tickles me, and I close my eyes, enjoying the tender moment.

  “You ready for bed?” he asks.

  “That woman, the one standing with Trista earlier. Now she’s across the bar. That’s her right? The woman you were in love with for so long.”

  I watch as his jaw clenches, a muscle jumps in his face and I know I’ve hit the nail on the head. “I saw you walk out of here earlier with her,” I whisper. “Is she what you won’t tell me, why you won’t promise to be faithful?”

  Joel’s face jerks back as if I’ve slapped him. “No,” he growls. “I told you I was done pining over her. I told her I was done. I won’t talk about it again. You’re mine. End of conversation,” he spits. His angry reaction, it makes me think the worst.

  I look over my shoulder to her, she’s watching us, her smile wide and her enjoyment obvious. The bitch. I frown, turning back to Joel. He’s already moved away from me, pouring himself another shot, obviously too irritated to stand near me.