Blaydes Betrayal (Savage Saints MC Book 2)

by J. Lynn Lombard

  “I’d do anything for you Siren. No woman, no matter what they choose to do for a profession should ever have to deal with that. It was my pleasure taking that man down on his knees.”

  Siren scoots closer to me, her tits are pushed against my cut. Her scent lingers between us making my cock take notice. Damn, this woman brings me to my knees, every time. Her fingers dig into my cut, pulling me down next to her. “Thank you, Blayde.”

  She moves her lips next to mine. I want to kiss her more than she knows. More than she understands. I want to take her in my arms, lavish her body. Own her mind and burrow deep into her soul. But, she’s still holding back. Still hiding something and until she tells me what that is and trusts me with all her secrets, I have to hold back. I can’t give in to her seductive body until she’s honest with me.

  Chapter 5

  Siren

  I release Blayde’s cut and lay my head on his hard, solid chest. My heart is thumping hard against my chest. We stand here in comfortable silence while the darkness envelops us in peace and the cold wind whips around us, embracing our bodies.

  “Come on, let’s go inside and get warm. Then you can tell me what’s on your mind. I know there’s more you need to say.” Blayde leads me into the warmth of the clubhouse. Ignoring the sneering looks from the patch whores in the living room, we head for the kitchen. I sit at the table while Blayde starts a pot of coffee. No alcohol for either of us tonight. I need to tell him the truth about my birth family and what I discovered. I don’t know if I can do it though.

  When I found out, I was devastated. Not even Poison knows the truth and it will change everything if she ever does find out. My phone vibrates in my jeans pocket and I ignore it, knowing who it is. Blayde brings two cups of coffee over and sets one down in front of me. He takes a seat next to me watching my movements. I add a bit of sugar, blow on the top and take a small sip. The bitterness coats my tongue, the warmth spreads through my body. I didn’t realize I was shivering. Blayde’s watching me with hooded eyes, desire deep in their blue depth. He’s holding back on being with me until I’m honest about everything. No matter how much he wants me and wants to be with me, he won’t give in yet.

  “I don’t know where to start.” I say setting my coffee mug down with trembling hands.

  “Start at the beginning. How did you get with Deadly Sins?” Blayde’s deep voice is gentle as he takes my hands between his. Sparks shoot up my arms from his touch.

  I exhale a deep breath. “Poison and I met by chance at a cookout Deadly Sins was having. I showed up with a friend and we hit it off immediately. I grew up in foster care and jumped from home to home my entire life. I saw the way the club members stuck together and were a family. I wanted that. I wanted to have a home to go to when things were tough. I wanted what she had. So, when I was sixteen, I moved in with her. Everything was great except for her father, Drex. He cut her down at every turn and made her believe there was something wrong with her. My protective instincts kicked in and I shielded her from the worst of it. That family I thought they had? It was nothing but a front for the visitors coming in that day. There was tension in the club and I didn’t see it until Poison invited me into their folds. Drex hated me being there but he had no choice. MadDog made sure I stuck around. I knew there was something he was hiding, but I couldn’t say anything. I had my own secrets.” I take another drink of my coffee. Thinking about MadDog makes me sad but I shove it into a box and lock it up tight. If I wanted a father, he would be just like MadDog. Protective, fierce and loyal to those who deserved it. He never should have died in that slaughter that destroyed our home.

  “Where did you go just now?” Blayde asks, bringing me back to the present.

  “Thinking about MadDog. If I wanted a father, I would want one like him.”

  “You don’t know who your birth parents are?”

  This is it, this is where I should tell him the whole truth, but I can’t. Not yet. If Blayde knows what I know, he will hate me for it. He will never look at me the same again. I don’t even like the blood running through my veins.

  “I know some of who they are, but not all the information. I know my mother gave me up for adoption when I was two. I have no memories of her and don’t think I want to. My father, well, he took off on her when she found out she was pregnant with me. That’s what I heard from the social worker. They wouldn’t tell me who they were for the longest time. My mother asked for a closed adoption. Before MadDog’s death, he found out who she was. That’s where I was that night. Poison thought I was at Sins Strip Club, but I was actually staking out my mother. She’s still alive, but a junkie now. She was hooking the night I saw her. I left when she rolled into a John’s car and sat at the park for hours trying to figure out my next move. Do I want to see her? Do I want to confront her for leaving me? I don’t think I want to. I do not want to have anything to do with a woman who can willingly give her child up for a few tricks.” Blayde reaches up and wipes away the tears on my cheeks. I didn’t even realize they fell until his warm, gentle touch snapped me out of my memories. I hang my head in shame. Shame for my parents. Shame for my upbringing. Shame for still hiding the full truth.

  “Whatever you want to do,” Blayde says gathering me in his strong arms. “We will do it together. If you want to confront her and get answers, then I’m with you. If you want to leave it be, I’ll support you.”

  “Thank you, Blayde. That means a lot to me. Only Poison and MadDog have ever had my back.”

  “You have a whole club who has your back now. It’s not you against the world anymore and I hope you use us for whatever you need.” I peer up at Blayde through my lashes. He’s watching me, watch him. I have to tell him everything, but there are a few things I need to confirm before I do.

  “Take me upstairs. I need to feel something other than this hole in my heart.” I confess. Blayde stands up and pulls me with him. This is it. The moment I’ve been wanting for the last six months. We cross the kitchen, Blayde’s warm hand holding mine pulling me behind him. We cut through the living room and the patch whores glare at me while Blayde leads me upstairs.

  Stryker stops us once we reach the top. “Blayde, we need to talk.” He’s leaning against Blayde’s door, his tattooed arms crossed over his massive chest. Stryker looks like a lost puppy who’s been kicked a couple of times.

  Blayde looks down at me. I can see he’s warring with himself to tell Stryker to fuck off. I make it easy on him. My phone has been going nuts in my pocket anyway. “Go, see what he needs. I’ll wait in your room.” Stryker pushes off the door and I slip inside. I can hear their muffled voices fading in the hallway. I lock the door and head into the bathroom. Closing the door, I lock that one too and pull out my phone. I have several missed calls and texts. All from an unsaved number but I know who it is. I open the first text sent a few hours ago.

  Unknown: Call me a.s.a.p.

  Unknown: We need to talk about him.

  Unknown: Now you’re pissing me off by ignoring me.

  Unknown: I will come over there and tell that fuckboy what I know if you don’t call me.

  I snort at the last one. There’s no way he will come here. If he does, he’s as good as dead. The last one was sent a few minutes ago.

  Unknown: I hope you enjoyed your time. Once Blayde learns the truth, he will walk out on you just like your father.

  With shaking hands, I hit dial on my phone. My heart is pounding hard and my ears are ringing. I inhale a deep breath, listening to the other end ring several times. Fuck, am I too late? Are they on their way here? Finally, they pick up.

  “It’s about fucking time,” his deep voice booms across the line.

  “I was busy. I can’t keep jumping when you call or text.” I answer.

  “Yes you will or that pretty little life you’ve wormed your way into will disappear.”

  “What do you want Drex?” I sigh. If they discover I’ve been talking to him, I’m as good as dead.

  “I want to k
now what’s going on. You’re my eyes and ears in Savage Saints.” Drex demands.

  Not by choice asshole. “Nothing. Like I’ve said the last twenty times you called. They don’t tell me anything. You know as much as I do. Now stop calling me.”

  “Siren, if you hang up on me, I swear I will gut you like a pig. I’ve always hated you in Poison’s life and I will find a way to get you out of it. Then I’ll go after each member of Savage Saints. Starting with that little fuckboy Blayde. Now, you either get me their plans or that whore of a woman you call mother will be delivered to you in pieces. I think I’ll start with her fingers.” I hear a scream in the background.

  Fear grips my throat like a vice. I finally find my voice and I don’t recognize myself. “No! Stop! I’ll see what I can find out. You’ve got to give me more time.” My hands are shaking and I feel like I’m going to pass out. Nausea is climbing its way up my throat.

  “You have one week to get me an in. If you don’t…” Drex trails off. I hear a hard slap and my mother sobbing in the background.

  Tears spring in my eyes and I fight to hold them back. “I’ll figure something out. I promise. Just don’t hurt her. She’s never done anything to you.” The line goes dead in my ear.

  Fuck! I pace back and forth in the small bathroom, trying to figure out a plan. The night I saw my mother get into that car, the night of the slaughter, I thought it was a John but it was a man working behind the scenes with Drex. He has her and I need to figure out a way to get her back. I’ve known this whole time he was alive and that’s another thing Kayne and Poison will hate me for if they find out the truth.

  I delete all the texts and calls from my phone. I splash cold water on my face, trying to compose myself. I’m in over my head and need help. I don’t want to contact my father because if anyone finds out who he really is, that’s another strike against me. I’ve heard the rumors about him when I was with Deadly Sins. Those rumors kept me up at night, listening to see if he’d come after me. No one knows who he is but me.

  “Siren?” Blayde calls me from the other room.

  “I’ll be right out.” I shout back, steadying my trembling voice. I turn off the water and dry my face and hands. I inhale a deep breath and do what I do best. I push away the worry and slip on the mask I’ve perfected over the years. If they can’t see into my stained soul, they’ll never know who I’m related to and how dirty my blood actually is.

  I open the door and paste a smile on my face. Blayde is watching me carefully. I’ve got to be more careful around him. One slip and everything I’ve been hiding will unfold in front of me.

  “Are you OK?” Blayde asks.

  “Yes, I’m fine. Sorry, it’s been an emotional night.” Blayde crosses the room in three quick strides, gathering me into his strong arms. I’m safe and protected here with him. I battle a war within myself to tell him everything. If anyone can help me, Blayde can.

  “You can tell me anything, Siren. I promise I won’t judge. I’m worried about you.” Blayde caresses my cheek with the pad of his thumb. His blue eyes are boring into mine like he’s seeing into my soul.

  “I just want to feel something besides the numbness. Can you make me forget everything, even if it’s just for a little while?”

  “Anything you need, I’ll give it to you.” Blayde whispers against my lips.

  I lift my arms over my head and Blayde drags the hoodie, t-shirt and bra I’m wearing off my body in one swoop. I remove his cut and he carefully lays it on the chair next to his dresser. Next, he removes his Savage Saints hoodie and tosses it onto the floor with my own. Blayde pulls me into his arms and his lips crash down onto mine. We’re chest to bare chest and my heart is beating hard. His tongue runs along the seam of my lips and I open for him. We battle back and forth with our tongues. His rough, calloused hands are all over my body, kneading my breasts, causing an ache deep in my stomach. I break the kiss and he licks and sucks his way down to the crook of my neck. Heat and desire pools between my legs. I grab his hair and he slides his body against mine. His hard cock pressing against my quivering stomach. Too many clothes still separate us. I reach between us and remove his belt and pop the button to his jeans. I slide the zipper down and wrap my hand around his hard shaft. He shudders under my touch.

  “Fuck, Siren. You keep that up and we won’t make it very far.” Blayde growls.

  He slips his hands around my waist, pulling me against his hard body. I grind my hips against him in a song only we can hear. Blayde gently nudges me onto the bed and removes my jeans in one quick movement, tossing them behind him. I’m still in my panties and spread my legs wide. His eyes roam over my body, setting me on fire with a look. He reaches down and pulls my panties off. Blayde kicks off his boots, jeans and boxers. Standing in front of me in all his naked glory. His chest is heaving, his eyes are hooded with desire as he watches me appraise his magnificent body. He’s hard all over. Muscle upon muscle begging for my tongue to trace the tattoos littering his body.

  Blayde leans down and kisses his way up my left thigh as his hand traces its way up my right, spreading my legs open making room for his body. Once he reaches the center of my body, his tongue flicks my clit, driving me crazy. I knead my breasts while Blayde licks and sucks my clit, working his way down to my opening. A moan escapes my throat when Blayde’s fingers enter me.

  “So fucking wet and all for me.” Blayde’s deep voice vibrates against my pussy causing me to moan again. He nips and bites my clit as his fingers drive in and out of my pussy causing my orgasm to start in my toes.

  “Fuck me Blayde. I need to feel you.” He growls deep in his throat and kisses his way up my body. He sucks one nipple into his mouth causing my back to arch into his touch. He releases it with a pop and kisses me hard. I can taste myself on his tongue, driving me crazy.

  “Are you ready for the best fucking you’ve ever had Butterfly?” Blayde asks, looking into my eyes.

  “More than ready.” I respond breathlessly.

  Blayde pulls away from me. A whimper escapes my throat when his warmth is gone. He rolls on a condom and sits on his knees between my legs. I wrap my legs around his waist while he grabs his shaft and teases my clit running the hard length up and down. I arch my back, trying to put him inside of me.

  “Patience, Butterfly. I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name.”

  His dirty talk turns me the fuck on. Blayde leans over me, kissing my lips while his hard cock drives home, nestled to the hilt inside my body. I release a low moan feeling him all the way to my toes. I arch my back, driving my hips up and down as Blayde pulls out and pushes back in again.

  “God, you feel so good.” I moan breathlessly.

  “No God here Butterfly,” Blayde grunts. He picks up the pace and slams into me harder and faster. My orgasm is burning its way through my body. There’s no stopping it. Blayde sits up and grabs my hips, angling into me harder and faster, watching our bodies connect. Sweat builds on my brow while Blayde brings me to the edge. Just before I’m ready to tip over, Blayde pulls me up so I’m straddling his body.

  “Ride the fuck out of me Butterfly.” I do just that. I slide up and down on his hard shaft, our bodies pressed tight together. My clit grinding on his groin, needing the friction. I thrust my breasts in his face and Blayde sucks one nipple into his mouth. He nips and bites it driving me crazy while his other hand holds onto my back, fingers digging into my skin, pushing me over the edge.

  “Fuck, I’m coming Blayde.” I moan. He thrusts his hips harder pushing his cock deep into my body as I push down onto him.

  “Come now, Siren.” Blayde groans against my chest. And I do. I come so hard, black spots don my vision and my breathing is short and erratic. Blayde drives up into me harder and faster. “Fuck. You feel so good.”

  He moans with one last thrust and I feel his hard cock swell inside of me and Blayde releases a loud roar and empties himself. Breathlessly, I fall onto my back. My limbs are jelly and a genuine s
mile plastered on my face. Blayde lays next to me, pulling my back against his front as he nuzzles my hair.

  “Wow.” That’s all I can say. Then, I do something I’ve never done before. I drift into a deep sleep in the arms of a man I’m falling for.

  Chapter 6

  Blayde

  A little whimper awakens me from a deep sleep. I have no idea what time it is, but my gritty eyes tell me it’s only been a couple of hours since I fell asleep with Siren nestled on my chest. Siren. That woman drives me fucking crazy. Last night was one of the best times I’ve had. She whimpers again, thrashing around.

  “Siren.” I shake her gently. She cries out in her sleep, mumbling something I can’t understand.

  “Siren, it’s ok. I’m here.”

  “No, leave me alone. I don’t want to.” She cries and thrashes around. Her body is slick with sweat. She’s stuck in a nightmare and I don’t know how to bring her out of it. “Don’t make me, please. She’ll never forgive me.”

  “Siren,” I soothe. I push her hair off her face and gently cup her shoulders. “Wake up.” I shake her a little harder. Her green eyes pop open, glazed over. She shakes her head, trying to clear it from her nightmare. Her chest is heaving. Siren sits up, wrapping the sheet around her. Her naked body trembles under my touch. “Do you want to talk about it?”

  Siren shakes her head. She climbs off the bed, not saying a word and patters into the bathroom closing the door quietly behind her. I plop onto my back with a huff, throwing my arms over my head. Siren’s still hiding something and it’s eating her alive. I have to get to the bottom of what it is and help her. Only I’m not sure how.