I slip a hand under my tank top and tug at my bra cups, freeing my nipples. Then I drag the fabric of the tank down so my breasts are totally exposed, hanging in front of me as I wiggle and press against Savage.
“Fuck,” he grunts, bending low at the waist to lean forward and grab one nipple between his fingers. “Claire, you make me so hard. You make me fucking crazy with need.”
“Fuck me,” I beg. “I need to feel you, Savage.Please.” I’m rocking my hips back and lowering my chest to get closer to the fingers working my nipple. My body is numb and alive, taut and poised precariously, but I don’t care. Just like my heart, I’m willing to risk it all for this bliss, for this love, for this man.
Instead of sliding inside me, though, he turns me around, seats me on the couch, and hooks his hand under the bend of my knee. I have to scooch to the edge of the couch, and he eventually has to drop to his knees on the floor to line up my body with his, but we finally get there. When he thrusts his cock deep inside me, I have to smash my eyes closed and clutch the couch cushions to hold back my screams.
He feels better than good. I lose all sense of space and time as he slides inside me, going fully balls deep, banging the head of his cock deep inside my walls. When he slides out, he teases my swollen clit with the tip of his erection, and sparks of light erupt behind my eyes.
I work my hips, grinding myself against his body. Finally, he stops pulling in and out, just thrusts deep and releases, faster and harder until I can’t tell if he ever leaves my body.
We’re locked together in a rhythm of fucking and grinding until my climax climbs my body like a runner making it over the finish line after a marathon.
I’m panting, sweating, shaking, and riding every second of the waves of pleasure.
My breasts tremble, and Savage tweaks one of my nipples, like cranking up my pleasure as I ride the waveof my climax. My knees fall open as I lose control of my legs, and Savage stands up, lifts my knees so my ass comes fully up off the couch, and bangs me hard until he’s roaring out his pleasure.
I cry out on every exhale, the pleasure so exquisite, the boneless sense of being at the mercy of his ability to satisfy me so completely, I give in fully. There’s no hesitation. Just his body, mine, and the total ecstasy of our lovemaking.
After he comes, he slowly sets my ass down on the couch. His eyes are closed, and his hair is drenched with sweat. It’s then that I realize he came inside me—again. No better safe than sorry this time. I still haven’t gotten my period, but no matter what happens, with Savage, I know I’m safe. I am absolutely sure, in a way I’ve never been sure about anything before, that I’ll never, ever be sorry.
15
SAVAGE
I don’t go backto the compound, but I do show up at a job. I’ve stayed on the secure messaging app we use to plan our gigs, so I know where and when shit’s going down. This is a deal that Shadow has been working on for a couple of months as part of the effort to get involved in more legit businesses.
Now that he’s got an old lady and Phantom has a whole load of kids to take care of, plus the one on the way, we’ve been trying to find sources of revenue that are lower-risk. Cash-heavy businesses where we can wash money we pick up from gambling or security gigs, shit like that.
Shadow met with a woman who owns a chain of nail salons—three in total across the area. She got herself deep into debt, and Shadow thought it’d be the perfect business to buy out—if the owner will agreeto our terms.
We’re meeting the woman at a small diner far on the outskirts of town. Shadow’s gonna present the offer while Phantom and I hover in the background, making sure nothing goes wrong.
This lady owes money to some shady people, so getting involved means we’d tangle with yet another enemy. If we’re gonna take on the risk, we need everything to go according to plan.
I roll up to the meeting where Shadow is dressed like he’s going to court. I look him up and down, from his weird boat shoes to his khaki pants and pink golf shirt.
“I know your woman didn’t buy you those clothes because Violet’s got better taste than that.” I eyeball his entire getup. “But whose grandpa did you knock over to get those shoes?”
I clap him hard on the back in greeting, and he curses me out in my ear. “Asshole. Good to see you.”
I’m dressed in a forgettable outfit, but nothing that screams I borrowed clothes from the airport lost and found like Shadow. Phantom rolls up a few minutes later like me. Plain, solid-color T-shirt, no logos, long-sleeved shirt unbuttoned over it to hide our tatts, and dark jeans.
He gives me a look when he sees me, then a curt nod. “Savage,” he says. And that’s it. No lecture, no catch-up. He said not to come back until my head was right, and I think, I hope, that I’m there.
Phantom and I stake the place out, our trucksstrategically positioned in the lot while Shadow, who is calling himself Jim for this meeting, and the owner of the string of nail places, Marybeth, sit in a booth right by a massive glass window. The plan is to make sure she wasn’t followed and that she’s not part of any kind of a scam herself.
We’re supposed to deliver her a ten-grand advance in cash tonight, and in exchange, she’ll sign an amendment to the corporate documents that she filed with the state of Florida to add a trust our club attorney set up as the majority owner of the salons. That signature won’t mean shit unless it’s done in front of a notary, so she’s agreed to hire one to meet Jim at the diner to do the deal.
This could be a much easier deal, but Marybeth is a cool six figures in debt to her loan shark and is already three days late on the last extension they gave her to make a payment of at least twenty-five grand. From what she told us, she’s afraid she’s being tailed, and all she wants is to get out from under her debt and get out of the state with her face intact.
Meeting us in a public place means, if she’s being tailed, we’ll get eyes on the asshole she owes the money to while making sure nothing too dangerous goes down. Loan sharks are lazy and their collection agents might be willing to get their hands dirty, but they sure as fuck don’t like public messes.
We could have paid her guys outright, just given her the money to clear the debt and then bought out thesalons, but we didn’t trust her to just pay off the assholes if we gave her the money.
Marybeth’s afraid for her life and basically agreed to everything except telling us who she owed money to unless we gave her a seed fund to abandon the salons and get the hell out of town. She said once she no longer legally owned the businesses and could get far away, we could step in and pay off her debt using her salon manager as a front woman and then take over ownership of all three locations.
It should have been an easy transaction. But as soon as Shadow goes into the diner and sits, my Spidey senses start tingling. I text Phantom on our secure app.
