Savage Kings MC Box Set 2

by Lane Hart

  “Wow,” I say again because that seems to be the only word I’m capable of speaking at the moment. While I’ve seen the bodies of several tough and well-built Savage Kings, I’ve never been able to just sit back and look my fill while they made themselves feel good. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed, especially because I know that I’m the reason he’s so turned on. It’s a heady feeling, one that makes me feel sexier than I’ve ever felt before.

  I wet my lips that have gone dry from my gaping mouth and try to put together a few sentences to assist Reece in his pursuit of pleasure. “I knew you were well-endowed when we kissed and I rubbed against the bulge in your jeans, but seeing it all…well, you would make most of the dildos in my store feel emasculated,” I tell him honestly.

  Reece grins at that and then says, “You got any of them lying around at home by chance?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Show me how you use it to get yourself off while I lube myself up,” he orders.

  “Okay,” I agree. Getting it from my nightstand requires me to get up from the desk. I hear Reece mutter a curse when he sees that I was only wearing a blue satin thong that matched my bra and nothing else below the waist.

  “Found it,” I say when I come back with the pink rubber dildo that’s about half the size of Reece’s shaft.

  “Stand right there and let me see you use it,” he says, so I click it on and place the vibrating device on the desk. Then, I lift one of my knees up beside it so that Reece can see where my pussy, still covered by my panties, lowers down on top of the length of it.

  “Goddamn that’s hot,” he mutters. And when I look back at the screen, his fist is moving faster and faster on his hard length.

  “I wish it was you underneath me instead,” I tell him truthfully as I bear down on the rubber cock.

  “Take off your panties,” Reece instructs, his voice deeper and more commanding than I’ve ever heard it before. “Let me see all of you.”

  I lower my knee to step back so that I’m no longer straddling the dildo to hook my fingers in the sides of my thong then slowly lower it.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he says as he leans his head back and rolls his hips. “Ride that pink cock again and pretend it’s my tongue. The next time I see you, I’m gonna have to taste your pretty, red pussy.”

  I move up and lift one leg back up on the table so that my mound is now directly on top of the dildo.

  “Oh god,” I close my eyes and moan at the multitude of sensations. I imagine the vibrations on my sensitive flesh are Reece’s tongue just like he said.

  “That’s it,” he encourages. “Spread your legs and pick that cock up to put it where you need it.”

  Grabbing the end of the device, I tilt it up so that it’s pulsating against my clit, causing a whimper to escape my lips.

  “Fuck…I’m already…close,” Reece groans between panting breaths. “You’ve got me so…fucking…hot.”

  I watch him on the screen as he throws his head back and his arm moves faster. “Oh shit!” he exclaims as his release shoots upward and then coats his knuckles. A few drops even land on his sexy abs.

  Watching him gets me ever closer to a release as the aching pressure builds in my lower belly, making me desperate for relief.

  But I don’t get there before Reece sits up and shouts, “Son of a bitch!” and I know it has nothing to do with his orgasm.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  I can see Reece staring at something off screen while he wipes his hand on his shirt, then he begins typing furiously. “Someone just gave themselves administrative privileges on my network. Now they’re trying to copy part of a server,” he says. “I’m so sorry, sunshine, but I’ve got to go.”

  “Yeah, of course,” I tell him when I lower my leg from the table. “Let me know if everything is okay!”

  He doesn’t respond before the screen goes black.

  The moment has passed and now I’m worried about what’s happening at the club, wondering if Reece was able to take care of the problem, knowing he’s probably stressing himself out over it.

  I get dressed and lay down in bed but it’s impossible to fall asleep even hours later.

  That’s when I realize how much I’m starting to care for Reece. The whole time I was fooling around with the members of the Savage Kings I knew that sometimes they were involved in dangerous things. Once Abe got shot in his bulletproof vest, and War had his arm sliced up before. While I hated seeing them hurt and thought about them when they were on a run, it was nothing like the worry I have now that something bad could happen to Reece.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Reece

  I feel terrible about hanging up on Cynthia, but I can’t focus on what I need to do while simultaneously explaining exactly what’s happening. The good news is that I do know what’s going on; and within seconds, I’ve isolated the computer on our network that’s the source of the problem. I access the offending computer remotely, and then turn on the camera so I can see which one of my dumbass brothers has left us exposed.

  The screen on my far left blinks to life, showing a confused and still badly bruised Miles sitting in his room. “Reece?” Miles squints at the screen. “Why is your fat head on my screen? What the fuck are you doing?”

  I mirror his computer to another one of my screens so I can see exactly what he was doing when our network was accessed from the outside. “What the fuck am I doing? I’m saving your ass! How in the hell did you manage to fuck up your computer this badly?”

  “I was just…I mean, I was looking at some porn, you know…” Miles trails off at my withering glare.

  From where I have accessed his screen, I can see that he is on some sort of weird foreign website featuring all kinds of scantily clad women. There are a number of pop-up windows also open, filled with a foreign script. “Is there some reason you had to look at Russian porn?” I snap at him. “What did you click on?”

  “I mean, I thought I was getting set up for a private show, but I…shit, Reece, what happened?” Miles asks.

  “You gave whoever is running this site administrative privileges. Did you see someone else moving your cursor around the screen, like I’m doing now?”

  “Yeah, but they said they were just ‘optimizing the experience’!”

  “Goddammit, Miles,” I sigh. “From now on, warn me whenever you get on one of your computers. You let some Russian hack bypass our VPN and get access to our servers.”

  “I…I don’t know what that means,” Miles stammers. “Is it bad?”

  “Yes, it’s bad! You allowed an outsider to access everything! All the club’s records, you understand?”

  “Oh shit, Reece, oh shit, can you fix it?” Miles’ face fills the screen to my left, one pleading eye growing comically large as he gets closer to the camera.

  “It’s all right. Whoever you gave access too wasn’t looking for anything specific. They started trying to copy our entire server. Since they were accessing us, I could access them too. I uploaded a program to them that I just launched. We’re fine, now. But you bring that laptop to me right now, you hear me?” I yell at him as I give him back access to the machine.

  Only a few moments later, Miles is knocking on my door, his head hanging sheepishly when I open it and let him in. “Man, I’m sorry. I was just having a little fun looking at that website. It wasn’t there anymore after you did…whatever you did. Is there any safe way I could check it out, you think?”

  “There are plenty of safe ways to check out other websites,” I reply. “It will probably be awhile before you see that one again, though. The program I uploaded and launched on their server wiped everything they tried to copy from us, and then formatted all their drives. I don’t know what they were doing over there, but I shut that shit down.”

  “Oh, okay then,” Miles sighs heavily. “I guess I’ll go shoot some pool or play cards with the boys. You want to come up for a while?”

  “No,” I snap. “You man
aged to fuck up my night with this stunt, and I’m not in the mood for your companionship. Get out of my room.”

  “Grumpy bastard,” Miles snorts as he pulls my door closed. I lock it behind him, then set the laptop he was using off to the side. I don’t know what in the hell made Miles decide to surf Russian porn, but I’ll have to doublecheck later to make sure there are no further traces on the machine.

  For now, I go over and flop down on my bed, my thoughts immediately turning back to Cynthia now that yet another clubhouse crisis has been avoided. I have to get out of here with her tomorrow. I don’t like leaving; but I have no doubt that, if we hang out here, someone will accidentally set fire to the place. How can anyone blame me for being grumpy and paranoid all the time when I swear half my brothers in the club are hellbent on stomping in every pile of shit they find.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Cynthia

  “You sure you want to do this tonight?” I ask Reece when we pull up to the movie theater. He’s been quiet and distracted the entire ride over.

  “Yeah,” he answers. “Everything’s back under control with our server and Eddie is monitoring the security system. I told him to text me if Miles has another crisis. I’m hoping the big, bald dummy will act right for a bit.”

  “If you’re sure,” I tell him.

  “Come on, let’s see what’s playing,” he says before he climbs out of his Jeep, so I do the same.

  At the ticket office, we look at our options for the nine o’clock show.

  “A Christmas Story or It’s a Wonderful Life?” I ask Reece.

  “Your choice,” he mutters, not sounding very excited for either.

  “In that case, let’s see It’s a Wonderful Life,” I decide.

  Reece pays for our tickets, and then we walk inside and find our theater. I let him choose our seats since I got to pick the movie. There are only a few other couples already seated, mostly middle-aged ones a little older than us. Not all that surprising, Reece heads up the steps to the empty back row.

  “Are you planning on making out with me?” I joke with him.

  “Best view of what everyone is doing,” he says as we take our seats in the middle of the row. “And if a gunman comes in like in Aurora, Colorado, I’ll have enough time to pull mine out and aim.”

  “I seriously doubt we’ll have to worry about any gunmen tonight,” I tell him when I take his hand and intertwine our fingers. “Just relax and try to enjoy yourself for once without fretting about every possible scenario.”

  “Easier said than done,” he mutters.

  “Try, please?” I ask him.

  “For you, I’ll try,” he agrees when his gaze locks with mine. “And have I told you how sexy these boots are with that dress?” he asks, placing our clasped hands on my thigh that is showing skin between the two.

  “No. You haven’t really said much since you knocked on my door,” I point out.

  “Sorry,” Reece grumbles. “Sometimes I can’t get out of my head. And I’m not used to being around other people when I’m like that.”

  “It’s okay –” I start to say.

  “No, I’ll do better,” he interrupts. “And I’m sorry about last night too, leaving you hanging like that. Miles did something stupid on his computer, and I had to take some quick action to fix it. I promise to make it up to you.”

  “I know you will,” I reply, giving his hand a squeeze right before the lights dim and the screen comes to life.

  Since it’s a replaying of an ancient movie, there are no previews to watch and it goes right to the opening scene.

  I try to pay attention, but it’s hard to do with Reece still rubbing his knuckles over the hem of my dress. Eventually, he even lets my hand go to place his palm on my thigh and slide it up. Since there’s no one on our row or even the row in front of us, I spread my legs a little further apart in invitation. Ever since I got all worked up last night, there’s been a throbbing, needing ache that I’m more than willing to let Reece finally sate. I cover his hand with mine to encourage him to keeping going up higher. When his fingertips finally brush over the crotch of my panties, my hips nearly bounce off the seat, seeking out more of his touch.

  “Are you hurting, sunshine?” Reece leans over and whispers in my ear.

  “Yes.” I nearly whimper when his hand retreats from under my dress. But it’s only for a second so that he can shift in his seat and reach over with his left hand instead of his right to get a better angle for feeling me up.

  This time, he even tugs my panties to the side so that I can finally feel his flesh against mine when he starts rubbing my clit with two fingertips.

  When I gasp a little too loudly, Reece’s lips cover mine to drown out the sound as he easily works me up to a frenzy. He slips a finger into my opening and I nearly bite down on his tongue as I fall apart, coming right there in the middle of the theater within the first ten minutes of the movie.

  I’m still floating back down when Reece gives my panties a jerk and then they’re sliding down my legs. I have no idea when he moved, but he did, because when I open my eyes again, Reece is kneeling on the floor between my legs, guiding my panties the rest of the way down my boots.

  He grasps the outsides of my thighs and tugs my bottom toward the edge of the seat. His head disappears up under my skirt a second later. With the first lick of his wet tongue through my slit, I have to shove my fist into my mouth to keep from crying out. He doesn’t start out slow either. His mouth suctions over my clit, and then his tongue is flicking rapidly over my swollen flesh. My back arches off the seat with my hips thrusting forward, greedily seeking more of his erotic kisses.

  I’m right on the edge again, racing toward another climax…when movement over on the right side of the theater draws my eyes over.

  Shit!

  It’s one of the theater’s employees, waving a flashlight around and checking each row as he moves up the steps. I could tell Reece to stop, but all I need is a few more seconds of his incredible tongue and I know I’ll shatter apart with one of the best orgasms ever.

  So, I don’t warn him.

  Instead, I wait until the young man with a flashlight gets to our row and when it lands on me, I shake my head side to side, telling him not to interfere.

  If he makes us stop now, I may kill him, and I know Reece wouldn’t take the interruption well either.

  Thankfully, maybe because he saw the patches on the back of Reece’s jacket or because he just wants to keep watching, the flashlight turns off and the guy slowly retreats back down the steps.

  As soon as he disappears completely from sight, I tumble headfirst into the blissful oblivion that’s just as amazing as I expected. Maybe even better. Wave after wave of pleasure racks my body, so hard that, if not for Reece’s grip on my thighs, I probably would’ve slid right out of my seat.

  Just as I start to catch my breath and get my wits about me again, I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper going down. Reece’s fingers swipe through the wetness he created between my legs before his tongue returns to tease my clit.

  The first time was all for me, but this second round I’m pretty sure is for him. If I could see his hand in the darkness, I would bet anything that it’s gripping his hard cock, giving himself some much needed relief. I just wish it was my mouth on him returning the favor instead.

  It doesn’t take long for those thoughts and every other one in my head to disappear, because there’s nothing but the feeling of ecstasy washing over me again.

  …

  Reece

  I’ve finally found something to stop the incessant paranoia and worry that’s always racing through my mind.

  When my face is buried between Cynthia’s legs with her thighs squeezing my ears and her sweet honey on my tongue, there’s nothing else in the world but the need to pleasure her.

  The world could be ending around us and that still wouldn’t stop me from making her come apart for me again. With her juices coating my hand, I have no choice but
to get myself off, because ready or not I’m about to erupt. That’s how much I enjoy eating her pussy.

  My only complaint is that I wish I could hear every moan and cry I’m earning for my efforts. But since we’re in a public place, she’s managed to keep quiet. Still, every once in a while, I hear a muffled whimper that breaks free, making my balls tighten even more.

  There’s no way for me to even try to hold back now. When Cynthia’s legs start to tremble again, I grip my cock tighter and then lick up her wetness right through my release, making a mess under her seat that I don’t feel even the least bit guilty for.

  While zipping back up, I run my lips down from Cynthia’s upper thigh to her knee where the top of her sexy boots start. Pocketing her panties, I get to my feet and finally retake my seat.

  The theater may be mostly empty, but I didn’t miss the fact that one of the ushers shined his flashlight our way and had to have seen what we were doing. Like some pimple-faced college kid was going to stop me? Nothing could’ve dragged me away before I gave my girl an orgasm, one I owed her after bailing on her last night.

  “Wow,” Cynthia whispers softly from beside me. “That was…unexpected but greatly appreciated.” She leans over to place a kiss on my cheek and then says, “I’m going to make a quick trip to the restroom. Need anything?”

  “No thanks, sunshine. I’m good,” I tell her with a lazy smile.

  “Okay, I’ll be right back,” she says before she gets up and starts to walk past me down the aisle. She starts to stumble, but I grab her waist to steady her.

  “You good?” I ask, still holding her tight.

  “Yeah, my legs are just a little weak,” she responds quietly. “Wonder why?”

  “No idea,” I reply, unable to suppress my grin before finally letting her go.