Kayne's Fury: A Savage Saints MC

by J. Lynn Lombard

  “I love you, too. Can we get out of here?” Kayne helps me up and we walk toward the door, his arm around my shoulders, keeping me against him.

  “Duke, Ace and Rooster clean this mess up then head back to the clubhouse. Use the prospects and anyone else to help.”

  “You got it, Prez.” Rooster responds.

  “Cahal, bring Poison’s mother and Alyssa to the clubhouse. They have a lot to talk about.” Kayne commands, taking control.

  “I’ll be right behind you, Kayne,” Cahal responds.

  “Blayde, Siren, Holly and Butch bring Stryker in the van to the clubhouse. He needs to rest and recover. Duke will bring his bike back when he’s done.”

  “Sure thing, Prez,” Blayde responds.

  “Let’s get out of here,” Kayne says to me. I nod my head, not saying a word.

  He leads me outside and to the back of his Harley. I strap on my helmet and climb on behind him, wrapping my arms around Kayne’s waist. I rest my head on his back and close my eyes, letting the rumble of the bike soothe my aching heart. We take off into the night, just the two of us, together. Not knowing where we’re going from here, but knowing we’re going there together.

  TWENTY-THREE

  Kayne

  I reach the dark clubhouse and cut the engine on my Harley. The silence of the night greets me like an old friend. Poison still has her arms wrapped tightly around my waist, her head resting on my back.

  “You awake back there?”

  Poison picks her head up and slowly unwraps her arms from around my waist. “Yeah, just thinking about everything and trying to process all this information.”

  “Let’s head in and go from there. I don’t know about you, but I could use a hot shower.” I climb off my bike and help Poison down.

  Together, hand in hand, we make our way inside. All the lights are off and it’s eerily quiet. I flip on switches with each room we pass, creating a soft glow. Strange to be here when no one else is, usually there’s someone hanging around somewhere, but I sent everyone away. Everyone except Cougar, who’s now standing at the bottom of the stairs watching us carefully.

  “What happened?” Cougar asks, walking toward us with concern on her face.

  “Club business.”

  Cougar stands directly in front of us and looks Poison over, there’s an ounce of compassion in her blue eyes, something she’s been doing more often. “Whatever has happened, know that God is the only one who can judge you. You’re a good person, Poison. I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch to you. I was trying to protect my son. I failed him several times as a child, while his father was still alive, but I’m trying to do better now. Make up for missing time. He’s come along way with the mess this club was in and I didn’t know if he would throw it all away over you.”

  Speechless, I don’t respond right away. Cougar has been acting weird lately and confusing the fuck out of me. “Thanks, ma. I think. Listen, the rest of the Club will be here in a few hours and so will a few guests. Please be on your best behavior. If you want to make anything up to me, now will be the time. Don’t hit on any of the guests and make them feel at home. We will need three rooms ready. Can you do that for me?”

  “Sure, son. I will do my best.” She offers me a small smile.

  “Thanks. We’re heading up to my room to shower and rest until they get here.” I wrap my arms around Poison’s shoulders and lead her up the stairs. I can feel Cougar’s eyes on us. I turn my head and sure enough, she’s standing at the bottom of the stairs with a small smile on her face, watching us. I don’t have time to figure out what’s up with her, so I continue to my room and open the door. Darkness greets us and I flip on the light switch. Everything is where I left it this morning, or yesterday morning, I should say. I check over every square inch of my room, you can never be too careful, before removing my cut and hanging it on the back of a chair in the corner. Poison is watching me, still standing by the door.

  “Come here,” I demand.

  She walks toward me with a smile spreading across her beautiful face. Once she’s right in front of me, I cup the back of her neck and bring her lips inches from mine. Her hot breath fans across my face and my cock grows hard against the zipper of my jeans, begging for release.

  My lips brush gently against hers, creating a want like no other to penetrate my body. Poison, lifts her arms, wrapping them around my neck, deepening the kiss. She parts her lips and I plunge my tongue inside her hot, wet mouth. Her flavor exploding on my taste buds. I need more of this beauty in front of me.

  I strip her shirt up over her head and toss it aside, exposing her succulent breasts covered in a lacy blue bra. I kiss my way down her throat until I reach her covered nipple. I suck through the material, making Poison grip my head, pulling me closer to her. She yanks my shirt over my head, making me release her breast. I pop the button on her jeans and slowly pull the zipper down. I peel her jeans down her long, slender legs, removing them quickly. I lick and bite my way up her legs until my face is in front of her blue panty covered pussy. The heat radiating from her center makes my mouth water.

  “Are you wet for me, Princess?” I ask, peering up at her through my lashes. Her eyes are hooded with desire as she watches me, nodding her head. “Good because I’m going to deliver on my promise from earlier. It was sexy as fuck watching you do your work. I wanted to fuck you and make you come so hard on my dick while you plunged that knife into his body.” Poison shudders while I rub her clit through her panties, driving her crazy.

  “Fuck me, Kayne.” She moans.

  “With pleasure.”

  I remove her panties, running my hands up her body. “Spread ‘em, Princess. I’m going to feast like a king.”

  Poison spreads her legs, opening her pussy for my pleasure. I lick and nibble on her clit while my fingers plunge into her pussy, hooking them to find her spot. Her juices coat my tongue and throat. She grips my head, pulling me toward her, while her hips buck under my hands.

  “That’s it, Princess. Fuck my face.”

  Dirty talk causes her to moan and reach her peak quickly. “Fuck, Kayne.” She growls as her pussy contracts around my fingers. She’s close to reaching her orgasm, so I keep going, fucking her pussy with my lips, tongue and fingers. Poison’s legs shake as she moans exploding around my fingers. I remove them and kiss my way up her body. The zipper of my jeans, digging into my hard cock. I pop the button and slide the zipper down, giving my aching cock some relief. Once I reach her lips, Poison kisses me, tasting herself on my lips.

  I remove her bra and lay her down on the bed, naked and beautiful. Her face is flush and her chest is heaving as she watches me remove my jeans and boots, her long lashes flutter against her cheeks, her eyes hooded with desire.

  I climb onto the bed over her sexy body, so we’re heated skin against heated skin. Poison spreads her legs wide enough for my size and I settle between them. My cock is painfully hard, but right now, this is about bringing her peace with what she did tonight. I kiss my way down her throat to her heaving breasts. I suck a nipple into my mouth, causing Poison to moan and buck her hips. My other hand pinches and squeezes her other nipple, not getting the attention of my mouth. I switch sides making Poison squirm under me.

  “Are you ready for me, Princess?” I ask, bringing my head level with hers.

  “Always, Kayne.” She responds breathlessly.

  I grab my aching cock and run it up and down her slick folds, teasing her clit. Poison moans. I make another pass, coating my cock with her juices before plunging inside to the hilt. Poison cries out in pleasure and I give her a moment to adjust to my size.

  Home. That’s where I’m at in this moment. Not my club, not my room, not my brothers, but this woman right here is my home. I move my hips, pulling part way out, then plunging back in again. Her warm heat covering my aching cock. Fire races down my spine as I pound into Poison’s tight pussy, not showing any mercy.

  I pull out and flip her over, so she’s on her hands and kne
es.

  “Fuck, Kayne. I was so close.” Poison pants.

  “Face down, ass up, Princess.” I swat her on her ass cheek and she does what she’s told. I soothe the sting of my hand with my tongue. I line up behind her and enter her sweet, tight pussy from behind, going in as far as her body allows me. I lean over her back, pumping my hips and pinch her nipple.

  “Oh, God.” She cries out in pleasure.

  “No God here, just Kayne.” I whisper against her back. I sit up and bring her with me so her back is against my chest, legs spread out around me. Poison’s hair is thrown over her shoulders as she sinks down onto my dick, over and over. Bringing me to the edge.

  “Fuck you feel perfect, fit for a king.” I nip at her neck as she rides my cock, up and down. I meet her thrust for thrust, losing myself in her body. I grip her hip with one hand while the other pinches and rubs her clit.

  “Shit, Kayne. I’m coming.” She moans and arches her back, riding me. Fire races through my veins, down my spine and into my balls. I push her forward and pound into her from behind, chasing my own release as her greedy pussy sucks me in.

  “Fuck.” I growl. My balls tighten up and we come together at the same time. I fill her with my come while she shudders around me, milking me for all I have. We fall together in a heap of tangled, sweaty limbs. Both of us trying to catch our breaths. I pull Poison against me and we fall asleep, exhaustion of the day’s events taking over.

  A loud knock in the distance awakens me. I groan and roll over, seeking Poison’s warm body, but coming up empty. I sit up and rub my eyes, trying to get my bearings, when another knock echoes in my head. I hear the water kick on in the bathroom and the knocking continues when I figure out it’s coming from my door. I roll my eyes at my stupidity, I swear she fucked the smart right out of me earlier. I throw my legs over the side of the bed, find my boxers and pull them on. The knocking continues and there’s only one person who would be this pestering. Blayde.

  I yank the door open and come face to face with the smirking asshole. “Bout time you got your ass up. Everyone’s here.”

  “Ok, we’ll be right down.” I look Blayde over and his blue eyes are exhausted. He has dark bags under them and his black hair is disheveled. “Why don’t you take a shower and rest. You look terrible. I can handle what her mother and uncle want.”

  “Are you sure?” Blayde asks.

  “Positive. You’ve been through a lot and need to recharge. As a matter of fact, you all do. Go tell the rest of the guys to hit the bed and get some sleep. I’ll handle the rest from here.”

  “Thanks, Prez.”

  “No issues since we left?” I ask.

  “None. Stryker is in his room with Holly attending to that asshole. I feel responsible for him being shot. We were too careless when we went after Drex.” There’s something in his eyes, he’s not telling me, but after everything he went through, I’ll let it pass for now. We almost lost a brother tonight. “Took care of Rage and Rooster’s been sniffing around. So far no one’s said anything about their whole club disappearing. Cops think they just left the area.”

  “Perfect. Head off to bed and I’ll get you if we need anything else. Thanks brother, for everything.” We bro hug, slapping each other’s backs. Blayde turns around and heads downstairs. I close my bedroom door and walk over to my nightstand. I grab my smokes I placed on there and light one up, letting the smoke burn my lungs. I really should quit these, but it’s the only vice I allow myself to have. A few minutes later, the water shuts off in the bathroom and Poison comes out. She’s wrapped a blue towel around her body, steam billowing around her. Her hair is piled on top of her head. When she spots me sitting on the bed, she smiles.

  “How are you doing?” I ask.

  Poison sits down next to me, still wearing the towel and my dick takes notice. I swear this woman could be in a brown sack and she’d get me hard.

  “I’m doing good. Better than last time, actually. Because you were there to keep me grounded.” She grabs my hand and threads our fingers together. “Thank you, Kayne. I know it hasn’t been easy with me blowing into your life and flipping everything upside down. But I’m grateful you didn’t push me away.”

  “I’d never be able to send you away, Poison. I’ve loved you for quite some time. I’m just happy you’re finding yourself and who you’re meant to be.” I look into her hazel eyes and see peace for the first time in a long time. “Your mom and Cahal are downstairs waiting for you. Are you ready to go talk to them?” She tightens her grip on my hand and nods her head. “I’ll be with you every step of the way unless you ask me to leave.”

  “Thank you.” She leans in and kisses me softly. I return the kiss, gripping the back of her head. Poison parts her lips and our tongues battle back and forth, searching and seeking. I break the kiss, panting hard, resting my forehead against hers.

  “If we don’t stop, they’ll be waiting another hour for us.”

  “So, make them wait.” Poison responds.

  “With as much as I want to, I won’t be able to enjoy your body the way I crave.” I kiss her again and this time she breaks the kiss.

  I watch as Poison stands up and makes her way to her bag, with a little extra sway in her hips. I swear she’s trying to torture me. I stub out my smoke and grab my jeans. We’re both dressed in a couple of minutes and head downstairs.

  The house is quiet except for some movement in the kitchen and we head that way. Kareen, Poison’s mom, Cahal and Alyssa are sitting at the dining room table. They’re all drinking coffee, not really saying anything. You could cut the tension with a knife, it’s so thick.

  “Do you want anything?” I ask Poison. She shakes her head; her nervousness is written all over her body. “It’s going to be OK. Remember they’re your family and they love you for who you are.”

  “What if they don’t? What if they can’t handle who I am and leave? What if they…” I stop her with a gentle kiss.

  “Poison, look at me.” Her hazel eyes lift to mine. I’ve never seen her this nervous. “Breathe, Princess. Everything will be fine. Lay all your cards out now and make it known you won’t put up with their shit. If they can’t accept you for who you are, not what they want you to be, then they’re not worth your time. You’re strong, beautiful and smart. You can read bullshit a mile away. Don’t let anyone turn you into something you’re not. You’ve got this and my support. This whole club’s support in whatever decision you make. If you want to kick them all to the curb, we’ll help deliver the blows. It’s what we do.”

  “Thank you. I’m just worried.”

  “I know and I get it. Do you want me to stick around or do this by yourself?”

  “I don’t know. I can’t keep using you for a crutch, but I’m scared I won’t see if they’re playing me. My whole life someone has used me for one thing or another, until you.”

  “Then I’ll stay until you give me the nod to leave. How does that sound?”

  “OK. Are you sure? I know you want to check on Stryker and the rest of your brothers.” She’s putting our club before her needs.

  “Positive. He has Holly attending to him right now and I sent the rest of the guys to hit the bed. So, we’re good.” She giggles. That sound is music to my ears. “What’s so funny?”

  “Just that Stryker is going to be an unbearable asshole and Holly might end up smacking him upside the head with a frying pan if he gets too out of control. We might need Butch on stand-by to treat him for a concussion.” She giggles again and the tension leaves her shoulders. “I’m imagining the old T.V. show Dinosaurs where the baby keeps hitting the dad in the head with a frying pan.”

  I laugh along with her. I wouldn’t put it past Holly to do something like that if Stryker gets out of hand. I’ve seen her go after him before. It was quite comical walking into the living room with coasters flying everywhere, Stryker ducking and dodging because he said something to her that set her off. I had to hide them all from her.

  “OK, I’m re
ady,” Poison says, releasing a deep breath. We walk into the dining room, hand in hand and she takes a seat across from Kareen and Cahal. Kareen’s eyes are darting all over the place and she keeps scratching her arms and shifting in her seat. A sign of withdraw. Cahal is trying to comfort her, but right now she’s not cooperating. She’s worse off than I thought.

  Alyssa is sitting on the end, watching us. Her green eyes light up when she sees me, but understanding crosses her face when she sees Poison and me together. Good thing too because that would be awkward. I get that I rescued her from a dangerous situation, but I’ve never led her on or made her believe there was an attraction there.

  “So, what do you have to tell me?” Poison gets right down to business, keeping our fingers locked under the table. She tightens her grip when Cahal leans forward and rests his elbows on the table, watching her.

  “Twenty-nine years ago, Kareen met this biker in a bar she worked at. Being young and naive, she didn’t know he was bad news. I tried to tell her, but of course she didn’t listen. Being the older brother, she thought I was trying to run her life. After a few months of meeting up with him in secret, she disappeared and ended up in Michigan.”

  “Wait,” Poison holds up a hand stopping Cahal from talking. “You’re not from here?”

  Cahal shakes his head. “We lived in California. Your great grandfather is from Ireland but moved to California when he met your great grandmother. That’s a whole other story for another time. Anyways, Drex took Kareen away from us, promising the world to her. She left without a trace. After a few years of searching, I found her here in Michigan deep into the Deadly Sins Club.”

  “Why was he in Cali?” Poison asks.

  “I could never figure that out. He never told anyone why he was out there.”

  Poison looks to me and I nod my head. I’ll have Rooster check it out.

  Cahal continues his story, “When I found Kareen, she refused to leave. I moved the family business out here so I could be close if she needed. She married Drex but fell in love with his V.P. MadDog. Once Drex showed his true colors, Kareen was in too deep to be able to get out safely. I contacted MadDog and together we kept an eye on her. When we found out she was pregnant, she kept swearing up and down you were Drex’s child. Neither one of us believed her but kept it to ourselves. Then a few years later, she was pregnant again. She finally confessed to me what was going on and I got her out of there for a few months. That’s when she had Alyssa and gave her up for adoption. To protect her.”