UnScrew Me (Savage Beast MC Book 1)

by Hayley Faiman

  Lifting my hand, I shove my fingers into her hair at the back of her head and twist them, tugging her head back. Before she realizes what’s happening, I’ve got her on her back and my hips nestled nicely between her sweet thighs.

  “First off, you don’t tell me dick, cariña. Not ever, and never in bed,” I growl. “You’re hot as fuck when you’re pissed, so I may have to look for ways to recreate this moment,” I grunt, shifting my hips so that my dick presses against her hot little clit.

  “Joel,” she whimpers.

  She looks frightened, and she fucking should. I’m about to lay down some goddamn truths. She isn’t gonna like it, but she’ll accept it, and do it with a fucking smile.

  “Secondly, mi vida, it’s cute you think you got any type of control. You don’t. However, I’ll tell you that when I did what I did, I didn’t like how it made me feel. If it can be avoided in the future, I’ll avoid it, Presley. I can’t make you an empty promise, I won’t. Swear to fuck, cariña, I’m going to do my best to be the man you need.” Lowering my face, I don’t give her an opportunity to respond.

  I fill her sweet mouth with my tongue again, tasting her. I try to show her just how I feel about her. I can’t say the words, and I don’t know why they won’t come yet, but I do feel them. Deep in my dick, down to my soul, I love her.

  “Ride me, Presley. Missed you. Let me see you,” I murmur.

  She shakes her head slightly. I roll onto my back, bringing her with me. Wrapping my hands in the bottom of her nightgown I pull it up and over her head, dropping it on the floor next to me. I wrap my hand around her waist, watching as goosebumps appear on her skin.

  Slowly, I slide my hands up her sides, then cup her tits. Running my thumbs across her hard nipples she whimpers. Her back arches, I grind my jaw so goddamn hard that I’m surprised my teeth don’t crack.

  “Most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen, cariña,” I grunt.

  She lifts her hands, wrapping them around my wrists as I play with her small pink hardened nipples. “Need the panties off.”

  She wriggles against my cock and I think about shifting the fabric to the side and impaling her on my dick without too much of a fuck given. She needs something different this morning, though, and as much as I want to just fuck her, I can’t.

  She shifts off of my hips and I watch as she shimmies out of her panties then climbs back on. She reaches behind her, holding the base of my dick in her cool hand and slowly sinks down. I let out a groan once she’s seated completely, taking all of me inside of her tight hot cunt.

  Presley rolls her hips, I watch her, moving my hands to her hips. She’s a beautiful sight, her tits gently swaying with each move she makes. I want nothing more than to pound into her, to hear her scream and to feel her pussy wrap tight around me, milking me until I come deep inside of her.

  “No more,” she moans. She moves a little faster, my eyes shifting from her tits to her face, unsure of where to look, it’s all magnificent. “No more women,” she whispers.

  My fingers tighten against her hips. “You can’t coerce me with sex, mi vida,” I grind out. “Do not use this pussy that I love so much to try and control me.”

  Lifting my hands, I pinch her nipples and she gasps. Her blue eyes meet mine, her bottom lip trembling. “I didn’t do that, I mean not really,” she cries.

  Moving my hands to her waist, I hold onto her, squeezing her body. “I know, Presley,” I growl. “Now ride me,” I demand, lifting one of my hands to slap her plump ass.

  She squeals, her face lighting up into a small smile. It’s the prettiest thing I’ve seen all morning, aside from her sweet tits. Only then does she ride me, and goddamn fucking shit does she ride. She comes about five minutes before her alarm rings. I hold her for another minute or two and then she rolls off of me. I watch my handprint on her ass as she takes herself to the bathroom.

  Chapter Thirty

  PRESLEY

  “All right students. I want you to have a good weekend. Remember to try something new and Monday we’re going to write about what you tried. How it made you feel, and what you learned,” I call out as the children pack their backpacks and grab their lunchboxes.

  Buster stays seated, his eyes on me as the rest of the class files out and goes to their respective lines. One line takes them out to the buses, and the other to the car rider pickup line. Sitting back in my seat, I look up at him.

  “What?” I ask.

  He shakes his head, he shrugs. “You’re going out tonight. Trista texted me, said she was coming over,” he shrugs.

  “Do you not want us to go out?” I ask him.

  He looks at me, almost disappointed, then he smirks. “I didn’t say that. Never mind,” he sighs.

  I debate telling him that the branding is going to happen, then the branding party. What if Joel doesn’t want him to know. Then I frown, shouldn’t he know? I am going to be part of his life. Part of his life, maybe even forever. Shaking my head once, I decide not to say anything to him, at least not right now.

  “Your dad and I are taking you out to dinner and a movie tomorrow night. Just the three of us, or if you need to go with just him, then the two of you,” I say with a smile.

  Joel doesn’t know that it’s what tomorrow night will consist of, but I have a feeling Buster needs some time with his dad.

  “Three of us,” he murmurs.

  Frowning, I watch him. “Talk to me,” I plead.

  His dark eyes lift to mine and he looks almost pained before he speaks. “When you and my dad get married, will you want me to leave? A couple kids said you wouldn’t want me anymore, that you wouldn’t want me around,” he says in a hushed whisper and on the verge of tears.

  Immediately, I stand from my chair and walk over to him. I sink down, crouching in front of him so that I’m at his eye level. Lifting my hand, I cup his small cheek. He’s a mature boy, he’s seen a lot in his life, but he is still very much a boy. I know that I sometimes forget, and I’m sure Joel does too. However, right now, he is feeling self-conscious, and maybe a little frightened.

  “I love you, Buster,” I say, keeping my voice soft and gentle. He frowns, but I continue. “I love you, for you. The way I feel about you, it is all yours. I love your father, too. You come as a package, but that isn’t why I love you. I love you because you’re sweet, kind, helpful, and hard working to name a few attributes. No matter what happens, I will always want you in my life.”

  He smiles, his white teeth showing and looking like an identical replica of his father. “Okay, Presley,” he mumbles.

  Releasing him, I stand and walk back over to my desk. Sinking down in my chair, I watch him as he begins to work on something. I don’t ask him what it is, Fridays I don’t give homework so whatever he’s doing is his business.

  My door swings open a few minutes later and it’s Benjamin. He narrows his eyes on me, then turns to Buster. “Savanna is here to pick you up,” he announces.

  Buster frowns, lifting his eyes to Benjamin. “Why would she be here?” he demands.

  “She’s on your contact list. She’s here,” he states.

  Something ugly slithers through me. Joel would have told me if someone else was picking Buster up, and I highly doubt he would have Savanna be the one to do it, even if he needed someone to come and get him. My eyes find Buster, and his frown is on me.

  “I’m calling my dad,” he announces.

  I watch as he brings his phone to his ear. I keep my eyes on the door, waiting for that woman to walk through at any minute. I have no doubt that she will, she’ll bust through and start making demands.

  “Okay, here she is,” Buster mumbles as he walks up to my side. He holds the phone out for me and I place it against my ear.

  “Joel?” I ask.

  He grunts, sounding irritated. “Don’t let that bitch take my kid. I’ll be there in a minute. Eagle is there, he’s on his way to you. Do not let that cunt touch Buster, you understand?” he barks.

  “Is she on the
list, Joel?” I ask, not answering him. Of course I’m not going to let Savanna take him. I don’t trust her, not in the least.

  Joel is silent for a minute. “Yeah, cariña she is,” he admits.

  “You’re going to need to change that, then.”

  He chuckles, his voice deep and low. “Doin’ it today, mi vida. Keep my boy with you, and safe,” he demands before the line goes dead.

  “What did he say?” Buster asks.

  I look from the black screen on the phone to him. His eyes are wide, and he looks a little frightened. “Eagle is on his way inside. He told me not to let you out of my sight. You aren’t to go with her,” I say, repeating his directions.

  Buster’s frightened face turns up into a big smile. “Good. I don’t really like her. Trista is nice, but Savanna is mean,” he admits.

  I try to hide my smirk. I don’t like Savanna either, but I shouldn’t gloat that Buster likes me better than her. I shouldn’t, but I totally am. Tipping my head to look down at my shoes, I let out a small smile. Then, I wipe it from my face and ask Buster to pack up his things. We’re leaving as soon as his father arrives.

  I’m gathering my things as well when my door opens. She’s there, her beautiful eyes pointed at me, a cold look in them. “Buster, c’mon,” she screeches.

  “Dad told me to stay with Presley,” he says, his voice firm and strong.

  Savanna’s head swings over to him. “Get your shit, Buster. Let’s go,” she barks.

  I slowly close the distance between myself and Buster. Reaching out to him, I wrap my fingers around his hand and hold onto him. Savanna watches my move, her eyes narrowing when Buster’s hand tightens in my own. She opens her mouth to say something else, but Eagle is next to her.

  “You need to go,” he states.

  She turns to him. “No. I’m taking him with me,” she pushes.

  “Silver is on his way. You do not want to have to deal with him,” he growls.

  Savanna’s eyes widen. “He was supposed to be on a run,” she hisses.

  Eagle’s head tilts to the side, something ugly slides through his features and that thing in my stomach it slithers throughout my entire body. I don’t know why she wants to take Buster so badly, but it can’t be for anything good.

  “He ain’t, and he’s going to be here in a few minutes. Why do you want the boy? And don’t give me any shit,” he growls.

  She lifts her hand to her neck, her eyes flying from person to person, realizing none of us are going to help her and whatever mess she’s in, she’s going to have to own up to it, right here and now. Then her eyes find mine and she narrows them again, something ugly twisting on her face as she drops her hand.

  “This bitch is going to hurt him. I’m here to help.”

  My eyes widen, and I lift my gaze to Eagle, but something catches my gaze first. It’s Joel. He’s standing behind Eagle, his black eyes on me. He shakes his head once as if to say to ignore the woman. I wish that I could, I wish that I could pretend she doesn’t exist.

  “I am not, Savanna. What on earth are you even talking about?”

  Joel finally makes himself known and I breathe out a sigh of relief. “Yeah, what are you talking about, Sav?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

  She pales slightly, her eyes widening for a beat. “Umm, well,” she stammers.

  Joel shakes his head. “Bitch, tell me what the fuck you think you’re going to do here? How you thought you were going to snatch my kid, and to what purpose?” he roars. He’s so loud and frightening, that even I jump.

  I can tell that she’s trying really hard to think of something, of some kind of lie. She stays quiet for far too long to tell the truth at this point. She bites the corner of her lip and Joel growls. “Take her to the basement. We’ll deal with her tomorrow,” he says, lifting his chin to Eagle.

  “Right,” Eagle says, his lips twitching.

  He reaches for Savanna, wrapping his hand around her bicep and drags her out of the room. Joel watches Eagle drag her away. She doesn’t even struggle, her body goes limp and her fight completely leaves. Joel looks over to us once they’re out of view.

  “Let’s get home, Trista is already at the house. I need to have a talk with her before we go anywhere,” he announces.

  Releasing Buster’s hand, I hurry up to him before he leaves. “You’ll tell me what just happened,” I demand.

  Joel flicks his eyes to Buster and then back to me. “I will. When I know myself, I’ll tell you.”

  I nod, licking my lips as I inhale. “Don’t keep it from me, okay? Families tell each other what’s going on, and we’re a family,” I announce.

  His eyes smile before his lips, they crinkle at the sides and my breath hitches at the beauty of it all. He lowers his face, his lips brushing mine.

  “Yeah, mi vida. We’re a family,” he rasps, his mouth pressing against mine as his hand lifts and wraps around the side of my neck. “Go home, get ready. Tonight that sentiment is becoming fucking permanent,” he growls, pressing his fingers harder against my neck.

  I know why he has his hand where it is. I know that it’s where he wants his brand. I’m also terrified of the entire experience. However, it’s so important to him.

  Adventure.

  This is the ultimate adventure.

  A family.

  SILVER

  Lifting my phone to my ear, I straddle my bike as Buster and Presley climb into my cuda. “Didn’t think I’d ever see your name pop up on my screen again,” the voice growls.

  I snort. I didn’t either, but I’m sure it’s for different reasons. “Didn’t think I’d ever have to call you,” I truthfully say.

  “You can have her. Know you’ve had a hard-on for her for years. I ain’t dipped my dick into that succumbs’ snatch for twenty years. Have at it, brother, just know it comes with a chain,” he informs.

  “Not why I’m callin’. I got a woman, and it ain’t her. Savanna’s in holding in the basement. She was plotting to kidnap my boy. I don’t know why yet, figured you’d want in on that questioning in case emotions get high,” I offer.

  He curses. “You mean in case you kill the bitch?” he asks.

  Shaking my head, I look at the cuda’s taillights as Presley starts the engine. “Brother, that bitch is going to die. Just meant in case I want to get fuckin’ creative,” I growl before I end the call.

  I shove the phone into my pocket, start my bike and let the engine rumble before I follow my family. My woman who will be publicly claimed tonight. Then tomorrow she’s going to have my ring on her finger. Soon she’ll have my last name and my baby in her belly too.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  PRESLEY

  Trista is leaning against the trunk of her car as we pull into the driveway. Buster rushes out of the car to give her a hug. Looking between them, her eyes are closed, and I know she feels that something is off. She must. Buster takes a step back and he starts animatedly speaking. I wish I would have told him not to say anything, then again, I’m not sure he would listen.

  Joel marches up to them, and Trista tilts her head to look up at him and I watch as he shakes his head. I give them a few moments alone, watching their body language. Her shoulders slump as Joel reaches out for her and squeezes her shoulder. Then he lifts his hand and motions for me to come over.

  “Trista and Buster are going to be staying at the clubhouse tonight, but they’ll be locked in their room and they will not come out, will they?” he says in a warning tone looking down at Buster.

  “No, sir,” he mutters.

  Joel snorts and instructs him to go and pack a small bag. Trista informs him that she already has an overnight bag packed. “I can’t believe she’s doing this, I wish I knew what was going on, I’d tell you,” Trista swears.

  Joel shakes his head with a grin. “I know you would. I know,” he murmurs. He turns to me and tells me to go and pack a small bag too, then get ready to go.

  I don’t dally, turning to go into the house
I do as I’ve been instructed. Once I’m in the bedroom, I take a quick shower then go about grabbing a few things to throw in a bag. I take a pair of jean cuffed shorts and a loose tank for tomorrow, along with a pair of flip-flops.

  My clothes are hanging in the closet, so I sift through the few things I have here and try to find something to wear tonight. What does one wear when they’re going to have their skin purposely burned and scarred?

  My fingers pause on a little black dress. It’s not a fancy one. It’s a scooped neck tank top dress made out of cotton fabric. I take it off of the hanger and hold it in front of me. “Wear it,” Joel’s deep voice grunts into the room.

  I jump slightly, turning my head to look over my shoulder. I’m wrapped in only a towel, the dress in front of me. “It’s not too much?” I ask.

  He grins, shaking his head. “It’s your night, cariña. Wear what you want. That is hot as fuck though,” he points out.

  I smile, sinking my teeth into the corner of my bottom lip. “Okay,” I nod.

  His grin turns wolfish, and I expect him to walk over to me, but he doesn’t. His eyes scan my body again before he takes a step back. “No panties, Presley. Trust me, you will thank me later,” he winks. I watch as he closes the door and then I can hear his footsteps walking down the hall.

  I look at the dress as I drop the towel. Next, I put on my pretty lacy black bra, then I slip my dress on over my head. I clench my thighs together, the sensation is so odd without panties. I wonder how I’m going to make it the entire night.