Savage Kings MC Box Set 2

by Lane Hart

  “Oh fuck. Oh fuuuck,” I groan as the pleasurable tension shoots down my spine. Then, I can’t hold back any longer, spilling my release over my knuckles as I stroke myself for all I’m worth.

  “Jesus Christ!” Ian yells as my orgasm starts to milk his throbbing cock. He’s never been inside a man when he comes until now. And I know from experience it feels just as good, if not better, than being squeezed by a woman’s cunt.

  I fucking love being his first.

  At the same time, I already know that this, what we’re doing right now, may be fucking amazing, but it’s only going to push Ian further away after it’s over.

  Quincey

  Would Ian hurt Gabriel for screwing me?

  No. No, he wouldn’t do that. Would he? Maybe I should have stayed, even though both men sounded pretty adamant that I needed to leave.

  I’m still standing on the side of the road, debating whether or not I should go back or go to Ian’s apartment at the Savage Asylum when Dalton pulls up on his bike, slowing down as he gets closer.

  “Need a ride?” he asks over the sound of the engine.

  “Ah, no, but could you maybe go check on Ian and Gabe?” I ask him.

  “Something up?” he asks.

  “They were fighting, and it’s sort of my fault,” I ramble. “I’m not sure if it’ll come to blows or not, but it could…”

  “Where are they? Over at the shop?” he asks, nodding to the building behind me.

  “Yeah.”

  “Let me park, and I’ll make sure they’re not killing each other,” he says as he rides through the grass to get to the paved lot and then parks his bike. I catch up to him by the time he’s climbing off, helmet still on as he starts for the front door.

  “Stay out here in case –” Dalton reaches for the door handle and then stops talking mid-sentence. “Whoa! Ah, never mind. It looks like they’re fine,” he says in a rush. Spinning around, he grabs my shoulders to walk me backwards.

  “What?” I ask as I try to look around his shoulder and through the glass doors.

  “Nothing. It’s hot as fuck out here. How about we go to the bar and grab a cold one?” he says while continuing to push me away from the front of the shop.

  “But…are you sure?” I ask, standing on my tip toes to peek around him. That’s when I finally see what Dalton must have seen. “Holy shit!” I exclaim. “Is he? Are they…”

  He clamps his gloved leather palm over my mouth, and then he’s in my face, dark sunglasses shielding his eyes that are usually carefree and friendly. For the first time, I’m a little scared of my best friend’s man when he grits out a warning through his clenched teeth. “You didn’t see anything, and you’re not gonna say anything to anyone! Not to any of the Kings or to Peyton. Not even to your mama or your priest. Do you fucking hear me?”

  I nod my agreement since I can’t speak with my mouth still covered.

  “Go get your things, and I’ll borrow the van to take you back to the house,” he says when he finally removes his hand.

  “But why? Ian and I…”

  “Are nothing,” he interrupts. “You’re a smart girl, Quincey. Don’t pretend like the last few days were more than they were. You were just a willing body for a horny guy who is obviously in a helluva lot of denial.”

  “I know that,” I huff at him as my eyes begin to water. “And fine, I’ll leave with you but not until I say goodbye.”

  “Okay,” Dalton agrees with a hand on my shoulder, steering me toward the Savage Asylum. “You can go pack up and wait for him across the street.”

  With a nod, I hurry back across the road and Dalton enters the code to let me go down to Ian’s room so I can get my things together and give my eyes time to stop watering.

  I feel sort of stupid for not figuring all this out sooner.

  Ian only fucked me when Gabriel was in the room, probably to make him jealous. I thought he was into it, into me, but now I’m starting to think that Dalton was right. I was just a distraction he used because he couldn’t openly be with who he wanted to be with.

  How Gabriel feels about Ian isn’t one-sided at all. Ian’s just stubborn and hiding how much he wants to be with Gabe, alone, without me in the middle. I was his safety blanket, but today he finally snapped and let go because he was jealous. And not of Gabriel with me.

  He was jealous seeing Gabe screwing someone else.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Ian

  I’ve lost my fucking mind.

  That’s the only explanation for why I did what I just did with Gabriel.

  I didn’t like it, that’s for damn sure.

  No, I fucking loved being inside of him.

  At first, it was supposed to be a punishment of sorts for what he was doing with Quincey while I was gone.

  I still can’t wrap my head around that shit.

  Gabriel was fucking her. Not just that, he was into it. I stood and watched in amazement as he groped her and sucked her tits before he spun around to get inside of her again. And then I just lost it and couldn’t watch another second of the two of them.

  I told myself I was pissed at Gabriel because he was with Quincey, knowing how much I care about her.

  But it wasn’t her I wanted to claim or punish.

  For so long, I was the only person who was with Gabriel. Not that I know that for a fact, but I just assumed it was true because I see everything behind his puppy dog eyes, how much he wants me.

  And I can deny it all I want, but ever since the night I got arrested, when I saw that big ass dude fucking Gabriel, I’ve wanted to be in his place.

  I hated myself for those thoughts. Even right now, with my dick still inside of him, I’ll swear on a bible that I’m not gay. Because I’m not.

  I don’t want men to fuck me.

  I just want to fuck Gabriel.

  His ass shouldn’t look so goddamn good or feel so nice and tight that I want it again before I’ve even finished coming this time.

  But I won’t. This is it. This is the one fucking time I’ll give in and take what I want. I wasn’t thinking straight when I walked in and saw him and Quincey together. That’s not just an excuse but the fucking truth.

  They pissed me off and drove me to this breaking point.

  And now that I’ve finished filling his ass up with an orgasm that lasted longer than any other, I’ll walk away and be done with Gabriel once and for all.

  I have to be done, because otherwise there’s no way I can be with Quincey. She’s the one I want.

  In fact, I closed my eyes and tried to pretend that I was inside her when I couldn’t hold off any longer. But Gabriel’s masculine grunts and moans ruined it for me.

  He’s fucking ruined me.

  Quincey

  I’m sitting on the edge of Ian’s bed when the door opens, and he comes storming in.

  “Is-is Gabriel okay?” I ask when I jump to my feet, trying not to give away the fact that I saw them together. But Ian just pretends like I’m not there, ignoring my question and heading for the shower instead.

  It’s the longest shower in the history of showers too. But I wait him out even though Dalton sends me at least three text messages telling me to hurry up. I’m determined to talk to Ian first before I leave.

  Finally, the angry blond man steps out in a billow of steam with nothing but a towel around his hips, the rest of his big, hard, sculpted body still dripping wet, along with his goatee.

  “Are you angry at me?” I ask. “Did you hurt Gabriel?”

  Nothing. No response. He just goes over to the dresser and pulls out a shirt.

  “Ian?” I shout at him. “Talk to me! Say something. Please!”

  The next thing I know he spins around and comes for me. Grabbing a handful of the back of my hair, he gets in my face and asks, “Did you like fucking him?”

  “Yes,” I answer honestly. “He liked it too.”

  The fingers tighten in my hair but not enough to really hurt me. “You don’t touch him a
gain unless I give you permission.”

  “Why not?” I ask even though it no longer matters since I’m leaving. “Because you’re jealous? You want to be the only one who touches him?”

  That pointed question has his hand dropping away from me like I burned him.

  Pointing at the door, he yells, “Get the fuck out!”

  “Wow. That lasted a whole three days. Good luck sneaking around without me here as your beard.”

  He doesn’t respond to that. Doesn’t tell me I’m right or that he’s sorry. Nothing. So, I grab my clothes into a bundle in my arms and leave his room, but I don’t leave the Savage Asylum. Next door, Gabriel’s doorknob is unlocked, so I slip inside and wait for him. When he eventually returns, his hair is messy and sticking up in a million directions and there are actual fingerprint bruises on his neck.

  “Jesus, Gabriel!” I exclaim.

  “He flipped out, didn’t he?” he asks hoarsely. “Not because of what me and you did but because…because of what happened between me and him.”

  “What happened between you and him?” I ask, wanting him to explain it to me.

  “Nothing,” he says with a shake of his head, even though I know that’s a lie.

  “He told me to leave.”

  “He’s just angry,” Gabriel assures me. “He doesn’t mean it.”

  “I know, but I think I should go for now and so does Dalton. Ian said he needed the company, needed to be with someone since he was so lonely in prison. I think you’re the one he needs, though.”

  “It was my fault he went to prison!” he says as he walks over and flops down on his bed, falling flat on his back.

  Dropping my belongings to the floor, I go over and sit down beside him, giving his hand a squeeze. I’m actually surprised that he doesn’t pull away. “That can’t be true.”

  “It is,” he replies before he starts telling me the story. “It was the night he was supposed to take a delivery for the club up to Virginia. I was still a prospect, and Ian was my sponsor, so I guess he came over to the shop to check in with me, make sure I was doing all the shit the Kings wanted or whatever. Anyway, the door was unlocked, but I wasn’t downstairs. I was upstairs in my loft apartment. He came up there looking for me and found me…”

  “Found you?” I ask.

  “Yeah. He found me with two guys. One of them was…he was holding me down and fucking me over the dresser while the other guy watched and recorded it on his phone. I should’ve locked the front doors…”

  “So, were you okay with what they were doing, or was it against your will?” I ask in concern.

  “Oh, I wanted it,” he says, which is a relief. “But Ian didn’t know that.”

  “He attacked them?” I guess.

  “He’s always had a temper. Before I could explain, he threw a punch and knocked out the guy fucking me. The other guy, the one recording us, dropped his phone and ran into the bathroom, locking himself inside.”

  “Did you tell him…”

  “I hadn’t told anyone I was bisexual before that, but I told Ian while he was trying to bust his way into the bathroom to get to the other guy,” Gabriel explains. “He didn’t believe me. Guess he thought I was lying to keep him from killing those men and wasn’t going to stop until he did. So, I decided to try and prove it to him…” Shaking his head, he scrubs his hands over his face and says, “God, it was so stupid. But I wasn’t thinking straight. I was panicking. There was a guy laid out on my floor and another one freaking out, scared to death of Ian yelling and banging on the door.”

  “So how did you prove to him that you were bisexual?”

  “When I started unzipping his pants, he finally calmed down, probably because he was confused or in shock. Either way, I had succeeded in stopping him in his tracks, and I kept going.”

  Gabriel

  As I tell Quincey the story about the night Ian got arrested, I can’t help but remember how it felt to finally touch Ian the way I had wanted to since the first time I saw him.

  “I knew Ian was straight, without a doubt, but that didn’t stop me from getting on my knees and taking him into my mouth. I kept waiting for him to stop me, to jerk me up by my hair, threaten to tell the Kings, including my brother, that I was into men. Beat the shit out of me. Something, anything! But he didn’t do anything. He never touched a hair on my head, but he did come in my mouth while I took my own dick out and jerked off.”

  “Wow,” Quincey says.

  “As soon as it was over, as soon as he…I knew I had fucked with his head,” I admit to her.

  “It wasn’t your fault, Gabriel,” she says softly. “Wasn’t he charged with trafficking drugs and being a convicted felon with a firearm?”

  “Yes,” I answer. “He left my place without a word, heading up to Virginia, running half an hour late for the meet up, with more than ten pounds of weed and his Glock that he had forgotten to take out of his saddlebag before he left. A cop tried to pull him over for speeding, but Ian wouldn’t stop. They had to set up a roadblock, it was either go to prison or get killed. If not for me messing with him that night, he would’ve left the gun behind and only served a few months, if that, for the weed, not the five-year mandatory for the firearm.”

  “You didn’t hold him there hostage,” she says. “He could’ve left, and he could’ve asked questions before attacking those men.”

  “I can’t imagine what that night was like for him,” I tell her. “He treated me like Abe, protected me like I was his younger brother, and there I was going down on him.”

  “Did you know he was leaving? That he had the run or whatever to make?” Quincey asks.

  “No.”

  “Then you can’t blame yourself, Gabriel.”

  “Easy for you to say. You’ve never lost someone you love to prison for years. Seeing him in there…he was devastated. Seven of the last ten years of his life have been spent alone and locked away.”

  “He was devasted because of the decisions he made that put him there.”

  “I’m pretty sure he hates me,” I admit. “Even more so after today.”

  “Aw, Ian doesn’t hate you,” she says when she throws herself on top of me to wrap her arms around me. “I know it’s not easy, but just give him some more time…”

  “He’s had five fucking years! And one before that. He won’t change his mind.”

  Giving me one last squeeze, Quincey stands up and asks, “How long have you had, Gabriel? Twenty-five or twenty-six years? And still the Kings don’t know about you, do they?”

  “Some probably have an idea.”

  “What about your brother?”

  “Abe is totally fucking clueless,” I tell her.

  “Well, maybe you should start there. How can you expect Ian to come out for you, if you haven’t done it for yourself?”

  “Ugh,” I groan as I sit up and stab my fingers through my hair in annoyance.

  “What?” Quincey asks.

  “No wonder he fell for you after one night,” I say with a smirk.

  Leaning down, she places a quick peck on my cheek and says, “Good luck, Gabriel,” before she leaves.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Quincey

  “Look what the cat dragged in!” Peyton says when I try to sneak into their house through the garage door.

  “Jeez, you sound like my mother,” I tell her.

  “Well?” she says. “What happened?”

  “What do you think?” I mutter. “You were right.”

  “Aww, I hate when that happens,” she says with a pout.

  “No, you don’t,” I huff as I go flop down on her sofa and she takes a seat beside me. “I hate that you’re right, but it still doesn’t change anything. Ian’s not ready for a long-term relationship with me.”

  “So, now what?” she asks.

  “Now I need to get my ass moving,” I tell her. “I have to find a job, get an apartment, and go back to dating boring men who could be my potential husband one day.”

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bsp; Groaning, she throws her arms around me and says, “Do you really have to go?”

  “Yes,” I say with a sigh, leaning my head on her shoulder. “I’m sure Dalton will be happy to have me gone so he can get back to banging you on all available surfaces.”

  “Where is Dalton anyway?” she asks when she lets go of me.

  “He drove me back in the van and then had to go get his bike.”

  “Oh,” she says. “Is everything okay, really?”

  “Yeah, of course.”

  “You sure? You seem a little…sad.”

  “I’m just sad that my vacation from reality is over. Now I have to get back to adulting.”

  “Not if an employment attorney can get you a big, fat settlement for wrongful termination,” she says with a grin.

  “I’m not gonna hold my breath,” I tell her. “And I’m not sure if it’s worth it to have to deal with Clint. I just want to be done with him and everything related to him, you know?”

  “You sure you don’t want to put on the record that you dumped him for having a micro-penis and he fired you for it?”

  “Nah, not really,” I tell her. “That’s his shameful secret to bear.”

  “Well, in that case, I’ll help you search for jobs online,” Peyton offers. “Any chance you could start looking around in this area to stay close? It’s been good having you around again.”

  “I’ll think about it,” I reply, even though honestly, I think I may need more distance between myself and a pair of Kings.

  Ian

  “You seen Quincey?” I ask the prospect when I go up to the bar looking for her after I finally calm down.

  She knows. She fucking knows something about Gabriel and me; and I don’t know how, but I need to find her and make sure she keeps her mouth shut. I probably also owe her an apology for yelling at her. No, fuck that. She owes me an apology for screwing Gabriel when I left her alone with him for one fucking hour.