“Oh god, no more, please,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.
I wait for him to say something, but instead, he presses his huge cock against my virgin pussy. I open my mouth to tell him that I’ve never done this before, but it’s too late. He slams into me balls deep. My pussy doesn’t resist as his balls slap my ass, forcing a groan from somewhere deep inside.
He stiffens.
“You should have told me.”
My mouth is open, and I pant loudly. The pain is mixed with pleasure. His cock jerks, rubbing something deep inside of me and forcing a sweet moan from my lips.
“Fuck, hold the headboard.”
My hands instinctively reach for the metal bar above my head. The moment my fingers wrap around it, he moves.
The bed shoves into the wall as he slams home over and over again. Each time he pushes forward, he grabs my hips and pulls me into him, preventing my hands and the headboard from hitting the wall.
My legs wound themselves around his waist, pulling him closer to me. I scream as he seems to be pulling me closer all while his dick splits me open, over and over again.
My hips lift up on every return thrust. Pleasure like nothing I’ve ever known before courses through my unused body. I feel my orgasm building, and the sheer size terrifies me. Something cold touches my clit, and the vibrations send me over the edge in a storm of screams and pulsing body.
Weston drives home hard and deep. So deep, I swear I feel him in my cervix as he bathes my insides with warmth. Our bodies continue to strain in an attempt to get closer.
Chapter 14
Savanna
Present Day.
The week progresses with us barely leaving the room. That led to Ronnie staging an intervention demanding that she see me or else.
That’s how I find myself nursing this beer and watching the party unfold slowly. Weston is sitting with Gage, and the bitches are circling their table like hungry sharks scenting blood.
The only blood they’ll be scenting is their own. Ronnie bless her heart, seems completely oblivious. A little voice in my head is questioning what Weston is to me. He isn’t really mine, and that thought is sobering. I want him now, tomorrow, and forever. The last word has me choking on my beer.
“Are you ok?” Rosaline askes.
“Yeah, peachy,” I tell her with a short laugh.
“What happened to you, Sav?”
First, I try to school my emotions and find my composure. Seeing Weston with other women is hard, although he’s not paying them any attention.
“I met a few good people and had a few good laughs. Worked at a couple of bars that were easy to slip out of,” I tell her with a shrug.
“There’s more to it than that.”
There was, but I didn’t want to talk about it. Ronnie’s phone began ringing, and her face changes as soon as she looks at the number.
“I need to take this.”
I give her a quick nod, worry gnawing at my gut. Whatever was said has her tapping Gage and whispering something to him.
As she makes her way back to me, I’m relieved. I could see it wasn’t anything bad, but she’s definitely heading out.
“Killian needs us.” Her smile makes me laugh.
“I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah, probably not tomorrow since he’s not feeling very well,” she gives me a quick hug before she joins Gage by the door.
I need some time to myself. It’s been difficult ever since Besin almost caught me. I know he’s looking for a way to bring me back, and it’s all just too much.
Stepping into the bathroom, I turn on the water and fill my cupped hands with cool water. The feel of it on my face draws a gasp from my lips. The cold helps snap me out of the haze I’m feeling.
Looking at my reflection, I take a few deep calming breaths. Fear was a constant in my life, and I’m so tired of it all.
Drying my face off with a few paper towels, I head out into the hallway. I grip the doorknob tight in my hand. The metal warms under my fierce grip.
I spread the biggest, fakest smile over my face before I open the door and exit my new haven. Only to come face to face with a nightmare.
Slowly, I pinch my thighs. I begin to question if I’m sleeping? The pain from the pinch tells me I’m definitely not sleeping.
Turning away from Weston and the bitch, I head to his room to pack my shit quickly. The cold air snaps some of my strength and tears pool in my eyes.
I’m a coward. I should go in there and punch his ass. I should go to Ronnie and tell her in person that I’m leaving. Securing my backpack over my shoulders, I tighten the straps making sure it’s secure. Then I slide my leg over the bike’s leather seat.
My eyes close as the image of them together disturbs me. The bitch was straddling his lap, and his hands were on her hips while she was leaning in and whispering in his ear. While she spoke, her eyes locked on mine and a small smile curved her lips. She was probably whispering filthy things to me and judging the way his hands tightened, that was a genuine possibility.
I head towards Cumberland county where my friend Elle, aka Eric, lives. We met some time back on the road during the first bartending gig that I had. He was so open about who he was. It was so hard not to fall victim to his friendship.
It’s safer if I stay away and not have any friends close by, but he wouldn’t give up on me. The memories of his antics pull a painful smile over my face.
Maybe I’ll even stop in and see Lola. Although I do have one final destination.
In all honesty, I’m tired of running. This shit with Weston set me on a course that I couldn’t turn from. There’s no more protection to be given here. I certainly can’t stay, and he won’t be able to change my mind. Even if I give him a chance.
I need to finish this. It’s time to go home.
Chapter 15
Weston
Present Day.
Savanna’s gone, and she left behind a hollow emptiness inside me. I’m so angry that I swear if I put some thought into it, I can probably set the bar on fire telepathically.
I need to find her. Then shake the shit out of her and bring her the fuck home where she belongs.
Fuck! I run my hands through my hair and growl in frustration. When I found out why she left, something in me crumbled.
She left for all the wrong fucking reasons. Why didn’t she get up in my face? Fucking punch me, or hell, kick me in the balls. Anything would have been preferable to this shit. I’m in a hell of my own stupid making.
“April called. We need to bring her home, now,” Ronnie’s voice is panicking, and my head snaps in her direction so hard whiplash is a possible outcome.
“What do you think I’m trying to do?” I snap. I’ve been combing the fucking internet, tracking her phone which I’m sure she either tossed or shut off by now. The tracker in her bike was found off Route 1, and I’m completely fucking lost.
“Besin was seen in town talking to some people. April said she’s not sure if anyone talked to him. And we’re still not sure where Savanna went,” Ronnie’s voice trembles as her eyes well with tears.
“What did April say again?” Weston questions.
“Fuck off,” a watery laugh follows Ronnie’s impression of April. Ronnie’s damn near perfect at it. Shit, if I didn’t know it was her, I might even think it was April.
“I don’t know what the fuck to do,” I sigh, my frustration is going to get its ass kicked.
“I know, but we do know that he doesn’t have her yet.”
“It’s been three fucking weeks, Ronnie.”
“I know Weston, and I’m so sorry, but I know Sav. She’s a survivor,” her voice trembles but holds only truth and conviction.
“I don’t want her to be just a survivor. I want her here where she’s safe!”
Ronnie wraps her arms around me, pulling me in close.
“She’s okay right this minute. They don’t have her.”
It didn’t make me feel any better. I won�
�t feel whole and complete until I’m holding Savanna again in my arms. Right where she belongs. She’s mine. She just doesn’t know it yet, and that’s my biggest fuck up.
Chapter 16
Savanna
Present Day.
Lola’s grip is getting tighter, and I promise to call her when I can. The last three weeks have been relieving, and I’ve accepted what I need to do.
I’m never going to get out of this life; it’s time to embrace it. Being with Weston was no longer a safe place. They may have saved Ronnie, but they have no reason to keep me. I belong to no one, and that thought stabs me in my heart.
I also have a secret, one I’m still reeling with. Lola starts to release me, then she tightens her hold as the rest of her goes stiff.
“Lola?” I ask.
Concern fills me when she tries to drag us both into the house. The crisp early morning air mixes with the heat from inside the apartment.
My head turns as I tug myself free from my friend. The moment my eyes catch on what has her so terrified, my breath lodges itself in my throat. And it refuses to let any fresh air into my lungs.
This can’t be happening. I’m not prepared for this. I plan on going home of my own free will. My eyes mist since this isn’t a part of the plan.
“Get your ass on the back of the bike. We need to leave right now,” Weston’s voice is filled with exhaustion.
“I’m not going anywhere with you, Wes,” I shout back.
Seeing him is harder than I thought it would be. I never in a million years expected him to hunt me down. I’m not his. Weston doesn’t love me, so what the hell does he want? I’m just a week-long fling to him. Oh god, the truth hurts.
I watch as his long legs eat up the distance between us. The closer he gets, the more my stomach twists with my volatile emotions.
“We need to leave right now.”
I shake my head at him; I’m not going anywhere with him.
“I am planning on leaving. Just not with you.”
Lola steps closer to me as if she’s offering protection, but her eyes dart to my stomach before looking over at Weston. I feel the need to strangle her; she almost gave away my secret.
“Please don’t fight me now. When we get home, you can kick my ass.”
“I’m not going with you, Wes. That’s not my home.”
His eyes have deep shadows underneath them. It’s as if he hasn’t slept well, and a small pang of misplaced guilt fills me.
“Besides isn’t your bed full these days?” I snarl.
Anger finally takes hold of me. I’m tired and hurt.
“Yeah with me,” Weston states.
My eyebrows pinch together in confusion. I don’t understand what Weston means by that? Does he mean that he doesn’t share it with them, or he does it against the wall or someplace like that?
“Savanna listen to me. Nothing happened. Liza cornered me, and she was trying to get somewhere. That is true, but I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t do that to you.”
My eyes must have relaid my skepticism. There’s no way I misconstrued what happened in that hallway.
“Hellcat, listen to me, please. Nothing happened. The moment I laid eyes on you; you were mine. All of you, and there’s no one else.”
My eyes fill with tears, is that really true? Lola sniffles next to me and whispers ‘Hellcat’. A small watery laugh escapes me.
“We need to go. Besin’s on his way, and your friend isn’t safe here anymore.”
My heart freezes in my chest as if ice filled my veins. Shit, I did this to Lola. I ruined her life.
“I’ll get my stuff and go wherever she goes.” Lola has no hesitation. She just makes the demand. Perfect, Lola!
“Move fast,” Weston tells her.
Lola doesn’t wait for anything else. She’s off like a bat and runs into the house leaving me alone with Weston.
“She going to be safe where we're going?” I ask him, sounding like I have steel in my voice.
“What the fuck? Of course, she will!” His voice is hard, and it’s filled with shock, all at the same time.
The silence between us is as wide and as long as the Nile River. Or at least it seems that way. My throat is as dry as the desert sand.
“She can ride your bike, and you’re riding with me.”
I look at him like he’s a new species.
“How do you know she can ride and where the fuck do you get off telling me what I can and can’t do?”
Instead of responding, he closes the remaining space between us. My breath lodges in my throat as my heart stutters in my chest. I swear my hands grow clammy as his fingers tunnel through my hair and his lips softly press against mine.
My hands curl into fists before slowly flattening out against his rock-hard chest. The ice that had been filling me melts at a rapid pace. I need this. For the past several weeks, I’ve needed him.
“Don’t leave me again,” he sounds broken, sadly I realize that I broke this strong, fierce man.
“Don’t put me in a position to leave,” I whisper against his lips.
“Savanna,” he growls.
“No, I don’t need you, Weston. I don’t need a man. I want you, all of you, but what I witnessed can’t happen again. I can’t deal with that.”
I’m laying it out there making sure he understands this isn’t something to be taken lightly. I won’t stay with a cheater. I won’t be a second choice, not tonight, not ever.
“That shit ever happens again, you have every fucking right to kick me in the balls and ask questions later.”
A giggle escapes me, and I go on my tiptoes to brush my lips against his. My eyes close as his skillful hands let go of my hair. They gently make their way down my shoulders and to my lower back where he presses me closer to him. My head then falls against his chest.
“Will I ever be safe?” I ask him.
The words are torn from me painfully.
“I’ll always protect you. Weston looks over his shoulder, and I raise my heels off the ground so I can get a better look. My eyes widen at the sight of Gage, Knox, and Crow, all sitting on their bikes.
I had no idea they were there, and the thought stabs me. Oh god, I’m so lost in myself that I let all four of these men sneak up on me with loud as fuck bikes.
Lola comes running out the door, closing it hard behind her, startling me.
“We need to fucking go,” Knox shouts.
As much as I want to throw my shoe at the bastard, he’s right. We really need to get the fuck out of here.
“Weston, she can’t ride,” I tell him.
He looks at my bike and sighs deeply. I can’t and won’t leave it behind.
“Promise me you’ll stay close,” he pleads.
“Yes,” I kiss his lips and look at Lola.
“You’ll need to ride with one of the others,” I point in their direction.
“Come on, doll, you can ride with me,” Knox calls out.
Biting my tongue, I watch as Lola carefully approaches Knox. She should be wary, the man is hell on wheels.
Chapter 17
Savanna
Present Day.
I never thought I would be back here. My ass sits on Weston’s bed after leaving Lola in one of the spare rooms, much to Knox’s annoyance.
“Get some rest, Hellcat.”
I haven’t even told the man I was pregnant, and he’s demanding that I go rest. Although, I am tired as fuck. This pregnancy is zapping all my strength. I swear the child is siphoning my energy.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I snap.
I’m in shock by my emotional mood swing and instantly clamp my hand over my mouth.
Guilt fills me. I need to tell Weston, but I can’t bring myself to utter the words. Things are really good between us right now, what if this baby makes it different?
If that’s the case, then fuck him! My mind snarls. That’s right, I need to get it out, and if he has a problem, then he’s not the man I thought he was.
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Weston comes out of the bathroom shirtless with the button on his jeans undone. He’s completely breathtaking, and I want to lick his abs and suck on his nipples.
My pussy throbs painfully. I need Weston inside of me, now! I want to feel his weight on top of me and his heat soaking into my skin.
“I need to tell you something,” I say quietly.
The guilty feeling returns. I’m pregnant; he should have known hours ago. Instead, I let him drive back here. He’s had a beer and taken a shower while I’m hiding this.
“I don’t want to know if there’s someone else,” his voice is raspy and sad.
My head shakes as my eyes fill with tears. “There’s no one else. I don’t think there ever could be.”
The thought of someone else touching me, and being impatient with me seems so wrong. The person I imagine will always be him. There could never be anyone else.
“Just you, it will always be just you,” I tell him as I clench my fists.
“What’s wrong, Hellcat.”
I look up at him and quickly back down at my clenched fingers.
“I’m pregnant,” I blurt the words like a burst bubble.
You could hear a contact lens hit the floor, it was that quiet. There’s no sound. Absolutely nothing. I don’t think either of us is breathing.
My eyes close, and my nose burns. I’m going to ugly cry, not that there’s such a thing as pretty crying, but this is going to be ugly.
Fingers shift to my hair right before his lips press against mine in the sweetest kiss we’ve ever shared. My heart stutters.
“I fucking love you, Hellcat.”
Warmth fills me. Weston loves me. He’s not mad? He doesn’t want to run away? I don’t know how long I sit there. Must’ve been a while because his fingers tighten in my hair.
“Don’t you have something to say?”
I laugh, a watery crazy person laugh. “I love you, too.”
This is bliss. All the things I never thought I’d have. It’s right here with this man.
Chapter 18
Weston
Present Day.
The motherfucker won’t stop calling. Hanging up on his stupid ass is comical, but the dead body hanging from the tree out front of our armory, not so much.
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