SILVER
Pulling into the clubhouse parking lot, I feel Presley’s body stiffen next to mine. I don’t even shift the gear into park, putting my foot on the brake I wait for Wolfe to exit. He does, but not before he hesitates, his eyes moving to mine.
“Don’t be too fucking hard on the girl,” he mutters.
My fingers tighten around the steering wheel. I ignore him. The fucker. Wolfe smartly doesn’t say anything else. He slams the truck door closed. I don’t bother waiting until he’s walked away, I turn my wheel and punch the gas. Dirt and gravel spray but I don’t give a fuck, I hope he eats it.
Presley’s body hasn’t relaxed at all, she’s still as stiff as she was earlier. My fingers continue to grip the steering wheel. I want to scream and yell at her, to demand answers, but I don’t. I inhale deeply letting it out. I try to keep in mind what Dragon told me happened in that room, and what he’s going to bring to the table in the morning.
Then I remember what Dragon also pulled me aside to inform me of, the fact that I haven’t claimed Presley. I’ve called her mine, had her at my side but she isn’t known as mine, yet. Karma took her as a way to prove something, that he could, and he did it being fully aware that she was not an Old Lady.
None of it makes the fact that Presley put herself in danger to be even taken okay. The whole situation still pisses me right the fuck off. Pulling into her driveway, I shift the car in park, but I don’t make a move. I stare ahead, at her front door.
“I’m sorry that I ruined your evening with Savanna,” she whispers. Her voice is so low that I almost don’t hear her. My body jerks and my head flies to the side to look down at her.
“My evening with Savanna?” I ask slowly, unsure that I heard her correctly.
She scoots to the passenger side, and I watch as her hand wraps around the handle. She slowly opens the door. I watch as she slides out of the truck, my eyes still watching her, completely shocked that she seriously fucking thinks I had an evening with Savanna, at all whatsoever. I talked to the bitch for less than twenty minutes.
I turn my truck off, jumping out and shoving the keys in my pocket. I jog up behind her, watching her sweet ass jiggle with each move she makes. I should not be watching her ass. I should not be getting hard while I do. She was abused, and I’m still pissed the fuck off. But goddamn, if her bare ass isn’t the prettiest thing I’ve seen.
Presley bends down, and I get a peek of her pink pussy as she grabs her hide-a-key, which is beneath some little frog on the front porch and is a shit hiding spot. I watch her straighten, shove the key into the door and push it open. She starts to slam it behind her, but I grab ahold of the side of the door, not allowing it to slam.
“Go away,” she shouts, not looking back at me.
Taking a step inside, I ignore her shout, closing the door and locking it as I walk farther into the home. Her hands are fisted at her sides and she turns around her face angry as tears fall down her cheeks.
“Why won’t you just leave me alone?” she spits.
Tilting my head to the side, I cross my arms over my chest. Watching her, I wait for her breathing to stop coming in short puffs, I wait until it’s a bit more even and she’s calmed down a touch. Her blue eyes fucking glitter with her anger and I can’t help but adjust my aching dick at the sight.
“You’re mine, cariña. Why would I leave you alone? You’re a pain in my ass, but you’re still mine,” I simply state.
She shakes her head, her beautiful blue glittering eyes looking so fucking sad as she looks up at me. “This is not what I want. What happened to me? Never again,” she whispers.
Closing the distance between us, I wrap my hands around her waist and roughly pull her against my chest. Lowering my head, I run my nose alongside her own before I move my lips to her ear. “Eres mía, solo mía. Nunca más. Nunca más, mi vida.”
“Joel,” she whimpers.
Fisting the shirt she’s wearing, I pull her closer, my mouth moving to touch hers. My tongue tastes her lips, moaning at the taste of her. She tastes like mine, my woman, like Presley, mi vida. She pulls away, breaking the kiss abruptly.
“I need to be alone,” she whispers.
Shaking my head, I lift my hand and wrap it around the side of her neck. “I’m sure that’s what you want, but it’s not what you need,” I state.
Her eyes narrow. “You know what I need?” she snaps.
I chuckle, her eyes narrow even more, but I can’t help myself. She’s fucking adorable, even when I’m pissed. “Yeah, mi vida, I know exactly what you need. It’s not to be left alone though. It’s a goddamn spanking for walking out of the clubhouse and into the fucking unknown the way you did.”
She takes a step back, her blue eyes full of a mixture of hurt and rage. Good. She should be angry, it’s probably a lot easier to be that, then to realize that you fucked the fuck up. I know rage has helped me through a lot of situations that I fucked up in.
“You cannot mean to blame me for tonight?” she gasps.
I snort. “Mi vida, I don’t blame you for being abused by that piece of shit. He’ll get his, don’t you worry about that. I do, however, blame you for putting yourself in that fucking position in the first place. Mierda, you were out there like a goddamn bright shining gorgeous beacon for sick fucks to pluck up and drag away. They did too. I can’t keep you safe if you do shit like that,” I growl.
She turns her head like I’ve slapped her across the face. “Go, just go,” she murmurs.
“No,” I grind out.
Then before I realize what’s happening something goes sailing across the room, almost hitting me in the head. I watch it crash against the wall behind me. It’s a small vase. It wouldn’t have hurt me had it hit me, I’ve taken much bigger objects to the head, but it’s the fact that she threw it at me in the first place.
Slowly, I turn back to look at her and her body is shaking with sobs, her hand over her lips as she watches me. I shake my head, making my way closer to her, without saying a word. Leaning down, I wrap my hands around her thighs and pick her up. She pounds on my shoulders with her little fists, but I ignore her.
Walking to her bedroom, I sit down on the edge of the bed, letting her down to her feet between my legs. I don’t release her though, I keep my arms wrapped around her waist as I look up at her.
“Go back to her,” she growls. “Just go. You’re an asshole, your associates are assholes and I just want to forget this ever happened,” she sniffs.
Shaking my head, I lower my hands to her ass and give her cheeks a squeeze. “Sorry, cariña, that’s not what’s going to happen here. You’ll take your punishment like the good girl I know you to be. You’ll forget about Savanna because I sure as fuck have, and you’ll swear to me that you will never pull another stunt like you did tonight, ever.”
She struggles against my hold, but I’m unyielding. I grip her tighter, keeping her from leaving. She’s staying where she is. If she wants to fight me, then we’ll have a fight, but she’s not going anywhere. Not if I have anything to say about it, and I fucking do.
“You didn’t look like you’d forgotten about her tonight, I saw you two,” she hisses.
My lips twitch into a smirk, her eyes narrow. “You saw us talking? You didn’t hear anything, did you?” I ask, tipping my head to the side.
Her eyes are still narrowed, and I can’t help but chuckle at the little woman. She’s not thinking about what happened to her anymore. Fuck, she is pissed and jealous, and it’s hot as shit.
“Told her repeatedly it wasn’t going to happen. Hopefully she fuckin’ believes that shit now. Because, swear to fuck, mi vida, there is only you for me.”
Her mouth falls open slightly, and before she can argue, I rip that other man’s shirt from her body, throwing it behind her. Then, I quickly shift her over my legs, face down, I trap her behind the knees with one leg and place my palm in the center of her back to keep her from lifting up.
It’s time for her punishment. After, I’ll remind
her that she’s mine. Since she’s fucking forgot that shit so quickly, it must not have sunk in. It will now. After tonight there will be no questioning our relationship.
She is mine. I am hers. She belongs to me. I belong to her.
Tomorrow I’ll go about making things a bit more permanent, including her packing her shit and moving into my place. There will never again be a question about us, in her mind or anyone else’s. I’m keeping her.
PRESLEY
My ass is in the air, my chest and stomach across Joel’s lap and I can hear him rustling around behind me. He’s seriously going to spank me. Like a child. My face heats just being in this position. I feel his palm against my ass, rubbing gently. False assurance, is what it is.
“No more running. No more putting yourself in danger, mi vida,” he growls.
I bite the corner of my lips, refusing to speak. I can’t make a promise like that. I can’t make a promise that I’ll never leave him, that I’ll never run from him. He’s an asshole, who knows what tomorrow will bring.
The sound of the slap fills the room before I feel the stinging pain against my bare ass. I jerk my head up, turning to look at him. His face is dark, his jaw clenched, and his eyes are black pools staring down at me. “Swear to me, Presley,” he demands.
“You’re an asshole,” I spit.
His hand lands on the other cheek, and I don’t cry out this time, I grind my jaw together, instead. “I know I am, you’ll get used to it,” he murmurs almost apologetically.
His hand lands on the opposite cheek, in a different spot. He doesn’t demand or ask me to promise him anything again. Instead he spanks me. Ten hard slaps on each side, his hand never hitting the same spot twice. He travels down my ass, to my upper thighs and then back up again.
I bury my face in my bedding and I cry. My entire body shakes as I sob uncontrollably. Joel’s fingertips gently skim up my thighs and ass sending tingling sensations throughout my body. I don’t know how, but I’m excited. My pussy clenches, and aches as he continues to caress my sore ass.
Then before I realize what’s happened, his fingers dip between my legs and two fill my wet center. “Mierda, Presley. So goddamn wet,” he rumbles.
I turn my gaze over my shoulder to look up to him. “Please,” I whimper.
His other hand shifts my hair out of my face, moving it to the other side. Then his fingers trail down my tear stained cheeks. “Never again, cariña. Don’t do this to me again,” he rasps.
“To you?” I almost laugh, but he’s so serious. Whatever he’s trying to say, he’s convicted in his thoughts. I wait him out, wishing to understand exactly what he’s trying to tell me.
He pumps his fingers in and out of me, my eyes slowly sliding closed with a moan as I try to adjust my hips to get more of him, to have more of him fill me. My eyes pop open and I gasp when his nails dig into my sore ass.
“Never do this to me again. Never put yourself in danger the way you did. You were almost taken away from me, permanently.”
His words sink in, they truly sink into my head. Permanently. I was almost taken. All that fear that I’ve been trying to push away, it comes rushing through me again.
Tears spring to my eyes and I begin to cry, sobbing harder than I did when he embarrassingly spanked me like a child. Joel picks me up, and I think he’s going to cuddle me, but he doesn’t. He lays me on my back, spreading my thighs with his hands and then his face is between my legs.
His hands grab ahold of my ass, his fingernails digging into the sore hot skin. It shouldn’t turn me on, it shouldn’t make me wet and moan, but it does. Lifting my hips, I whimper as his lips wrap around my clit. He sucks me, then his tongue flicks before he repeats the motion. I’m on edge, so close to my release, that I can do nothing but imagine how huge it’s going to be when suddenly he rips his mouth away from me.
I open my eyes, and my mouth, ready to argue but he beats me. “Never again, Presley,” he growls.
Pressing my lips together, I shake my head. “That’s not fair,” I say breathlessly.
A slow smile appears on his lips and he shakes his head once. “Mi vida, you have not been fair since I met you. I shouldn’t want you the way I do. I shouldn’t care about you the way that I do, but here I am. And you’re willing to just run away from me, get snatched up by some sick fuck, and be put in a position where my hands were fucking tied on how to save you.”
The way he says it. The way he explains it from his point of view, I sound like the biggest bitch on the planet. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen. I didn’t mean to be abused, but it happened. This is his world, his world did this to me. I didn’t plan for any of it.
I’m about to tell him that, when he lifts his hand, placing it in the center of my bare chest. “I wanted to kill them all, every single man in that room, including my own brothers, to get to you, Presley. I’ve never wanted to hurt those men that wear Savage Beast cuts in my entire life. I would have. Had they not physically held me back, I would have killed them all just to get to you. I’ve never felt this way, in forty-five years, I’ve never felt anything like this and I’m not about to lose you,” he murmurs.
My body jerks, tears falling down my temples and onto the bedding below me. Tears that I didn’t think I still had in my body, fall at his words. I didn’t know he thought of me like that. I don’t know what I thought, but this is not what I had imagined was going on in his mind.
I watch as he unbuckles his jeans through my watery gaze. Then he takes his cock in his hand and strokes himself. “I should not get hard at the sight of your crying. I should not want to fuck that red ass of yours. I do, mi vida,” he states.
His clothed body covers mine, his hands dig into the flesh of my ass again and when I cry out, he enters me. He fills me full, not just my pussy but all of me, my aching chest too. He fucks me hard, he doesn’t make love. His thrusts, the way his hips slam against me, they’re punishing.
I accept his punishments—I deserve them.
His fingernails scrape my skin. My back arches as I groan, my pussy clenching and fluttering around his cock. “Come on my cock, Presley. Goddamn come,” he demands.
My body responds, it bends to his will, and I want nothing more than to please him. I come. I jerk, and buck, and come all around his thick dick. Joel pumps into me a few times before he stills, and with a long groan, he fills me with his climax.
He releases my ass, then slowly slides out of me. I whimper at the loss of him. My eyes tracking his movements as he sits on the edge of my bed. We stay in silence for what feels like an eternity. Unable to handle the deafening quiet a second longer, I rise to my knees and crawl over to him. Wrapping my hands around his stomach, I press my cheek to his back and sigh.
“I won’t do it again,” I whisper into the dark room. He wraps his hand around mine at his gut, squeezing me gently. “You swear the Savanna thing is done? I can’t be in her shadow. I saw the way she looks at you. She wants you.”
Joel is quiet for a few breaths. I wait for words that will assuredly break my heart, but they don’t come. “The second I saw you, she disappeared for me. She could be waiting in front of me, legs spread, pussy on display and all I could think about would still be you, cariña. She doesn’t exist for me, not anymore. She’s not the woman I couldn’t have and lost. She’s nothing compared to you, and what you mean to me. I should have told you that. I should have made it clear.”
I inhale deeply, allowing his words to sink in. “You’re my adventure I didn’t know I needed, Joel. You and Buster are my future.”
He grunts. “Damn fucking right we are.”
I smile and release him. Crawling beneath my sheets, I pull them up my naked body before I lie back on the pillow. Joel looks over at me, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. His thumb traces my bottom lip and he smirks.
“Get some sleep, I have to go do something. I’ll be back before morning,” he ominously says.
Wrapping my hand around his wrist, I squeeze. �
�Don’t leave me,” I practically whimper.
He lowers his head, his lips brushing mine. “I’ll be back, mi vida.”
Without another word, I release my hold on him and he stands. I watch as he lifts his jeans over his hips and buttons them back up. Then I watch his spectacular ass and his dark hair leave my room. I’m unable to sleep, even in my completely exhausted state. I stare at the door, hoping that he’ll forget whatever errand he has, and come back to this bed, hold me, and assure me that everything is okay.
I hope, but he doesn’t come back. Even as the sun peeks over the clouds, he doesn’t appear in my room.
Chapter Twenty-Two
SILVER
I should have stayed in bed with her. I should have wrapped her in my arms, and held her. I don’t though. Instead, I start my truck and I point it toward the last place I need to go. I point it toward New Mexico.
A motherfucker in an adobe house thinks that he’s gotten away with raping my woman’s mouth, kidnapping her, and holding her hostage?
I have news for him.
That Joker smile that he had? He’s about to wear my scars permanently. I haven’t decided exactly how I’ll scar him, but it’s happening. There is zero traffic on the road and it only takes me a short time to arrive on Karma’s street. Parking a few houses down from his place, I slowly exit my truck.
Walking down the quiet street, I take a moment to reflect on my evening. Everything turned to shit, then somehow it ended up being one of the best nights of my life. Presley and I are on the same page, for the most part. I also discovered she liked being spanked. I smirk at that little bit of new knowledge. I have plans for that ass of hers in the future.
Making my way around the house, I notice that the bikes are all gone but one. I’m glad I don’t have to go to his clubhouse to find him. He’s still here, because he’s a fucking idiot. Slipping in through his back sliding glass door, I take my bowie knife out of its holder at my hip.
Slowly, I creep through the dark house, careful of where I step so that I don’t make a noise. When I arrive to the master bedroom, the door is wide open, and I slip inside. Walking up to him, Karma is asleep on his back, an arm thrown over his head.
UnScrew Me (Savage Beast MC Book 1) Page 18