Savage Heat

by K. L. Ramsey

  “I’ll call my Commander to let him know that I’ll be in some time tomorrow or the next day. Couldn’t have come at a better time. I was just about out of leave,” Bowie admitted.

  “It’s time to go home and take our lives back,” Savage said. “No more running.”

  “Sounds good,” Bowie said.

  Savage turned to Ryder. “How about flying us home? Bowie, Dallas, and the girls will fly with us and some of the guys can drive back.”

  “Got it, man,” Ryder said. “I’ll call the hanger and have her gassed up and ready to fly within the hour.”

  _______

  They landed back at the Huntsville International Airport a few hours later and by the time they got back to Savage’s house, Bowie received a call from his dad. His message said that he heard most of the Dragons made bail and were told to leave Texas. Bowie didn’t miss the concern in Savage’s eyes when he told him about it. He had to admit he was just as worried, but there wasn’t anything that could be done. They were back in Huntsville and for now, they were safe and that was all that mattered.

  Savage convinced Bowie to hold off on questioning Dallas about knowing Joker until they got back to his house. It wasn’t something he wanted to do in front of his guys or his daughters. If Dallas knew Joker, they needed to figure out their next move and Bowie was afraid that would lead Savage straight back to Dante and his guys at the Dragon’s bar. Asking the president of the Dragons for help wasn’t something Savage wanted to do, but he did offer to help bring down the rogue faction of Dragons who were giving them trouble. Savage shot him down whenever he tried to bring up the option of them reaching out for help and Bowie was starting to get the feeling that Savage already had a plan but he wasn’t sharing.

  Savage unloaded the girls’ bags from the car and Bowie helped Dallas get the girls bathed and ready for bed. Savage read them bedtime stories and before he even got to the last page, both Greer and Chloe were sound asleep in their beds. It had been a long day for them all, but it was time to find out what Dallas knew about Joker.

  She smiled up between him and Savage and Bowie could tell just where her mind had gone. The three of them still hadn’t had a chance to connect and he was starting to wonder how this was all going to work between them. Bowie knew that his and Savage’s chemistry was off the charts and he and Dallas fit like she was made for him. He worried the three of them sharing each other might be too much for their relationship.

  “Um,” Dallas whispered. “Are we all sleeping in your room?” she shyly asked. Savage nodded and sighed.

  “Yes, but we need to talk first, Honey,” he said. Savage sounded put off by the whole idea of talking and Bowie had to admit, he felt the same way about not getting the both of them naked and trying to figure out what came next. He was hoping it would involve a whole lot of panting, pleading, and a few orgasms.

  Dallas pouted and let out her little frustrated moan that had Bowie’s dick hard and ready to play. “Can’t we talk in the morning. It’s been so long,” she said, running her hands over Savage’s chest and up around his neck. Bowie could tell that it was taking all his willpower for Savage not to give into Dallas’ request and toss the idea of talking out the window.

  Savage locked his arms around Dallas, effectively caging her against his body. “Sorry, Baby. We need to figure a few things out and then we can play.” Bowie felt about ready to pout his lip out too, but Savage was right. They needed to figure out why Joker thought Dallas was his woman and then he was hoping they could get to the part of their evening where the three of them would end up naked and tangled up together. Savage lifted Dallas into his arms and carried her down the hall to the master bedroom, playfully dropping her onto the bed.

  “How do you know Joker?” Savage asked, getting right to the topic at hand.

  “Sorry?” Dallas smiled up at him. “How do I know who?”

  Bowie sighed. “Your fucking this up, man,” he grumbled, standing behind Savage. He pushed past Savage’s big body to stand next to Dallas. “The guy who came after us from the Dragons—his name is Joker and he says he knows you,” Bowie offered. Dallas sat up a little straighter; her smile fading from her beautiful face.

  “His name is Wyatt and we went out one time,” she said. “If we’re talking about the same guy, he has a tattoo of a playing card here.” Dallas pointed to Bowie’s forearm. “With a joker on it,” she whispered.

  “Yeah,” Bowie said. “That’s him.”

  “You only went out with him once?” Savage asked. “Did you fuck him?” Bowie could feel Savage’s anger radiating from his body.

  Dallas gasped and Bowie groaned. “Not cool, man,” he growled at Savage. “How about you let me ask the questions and you try to keep your temper in check.”

  “What?” Savage defended. “It’s an honest question.”

  “Then I’ll give you an honest answer,” Dallas spat, standing from the bed to face Savage square on. Bowie loved that their woman could give as good as she got. She’d never back down from Savage’s growly nature and that was something they both needed in their lives. She’d always call them both on their shit. “I dated him after you ghosted me and like I’ve already told you, you were the last man I had sex with—well, until Bowie.”

  Bowie smiled down at her and pulled her against his body, hoping to deflect some of the tension in the air. “Thanks, Baby,” he whispered and kissed her forehead. Dallas leaned into his body and looked over at Savage as if challenging him to dispute what she said. Savage broke out into a fit of laughter and Dallas looked between him and Bowie as if she couldn’t figure out if he’d lost his mind. Bowie was thinking the same thing, worried that all the stress had finally caught up to their guy.

  “Savage,” Dallas soothed. She sounded like she was trying to talk down a feral animal. “You okay?” Savage gasped for air and every time he tried to get himself under control, his laughing fits started all over again.

  Bowie sat down on the bed, pulling Dallas onto his lap. “Let’s just give him some time, Honey,” Bowie offered. They watched as Savage tried, really tried to get himself together. At the end of a few minutes of uncontrolled laughter, he stood in front of them both, tears streaming down his cheeks, panting for air.

  “Now then,” Bowie started. “Care to share what’s so funny?” He cocked an eyebrow at Savage and frowned when his guy cracked a smile. “Oh no,” he barked. “Don’t start that again. Spill it,” Bowie ordered.

  “You two,” Savage said. “You both couldn’t even stand being in the same room when you first met and now, here we are, Dallas turning to you for protection and comfort. It’s just funny, I guess. At least, I thought it was.”

  “Isn’t this what you wanted, Savage?” Dallas questioned. “You told Bowie you wanted to put me between you, right?” Savage sobered at her mention of her being between the two of them, pulling her from Bowie’s lap and into his arms.

  “Yes,” He admitted. “I want this more than anything—the three of us. But, I also need to know what happened between you and Joker, if I’m going to keep everyone safe.”

  “We, Savage. You keep forgetting that you aren’t alone in all this. We’re going to keep everyone safe,” Bowie challenged, standing to frame Dallas’ body with his own. Savage was right about one thing; their woman did fit pretty damn well between the two of them.

  “I swear, it was just one date. Heck, it wasn’t even a real date. He took me to a dive bar with the worst burgers and I ended up paying my half of the bill. At the end of the night, I made up some excuse about having to meet an old friend and when he tried to kiss me, I shot him down. My only saving grace was that we were in public and he didn’t dare force himself on me. If we were alone,” Dallas said, shuttering at the thought. They both wrapped an arm around her, giving her comfort. “You have to believe me, Savage. It wasn’t anything more.”

  “I believe you, Baby,” he admitted. “Did you tell Joker that you were pregnant?”

  “No,” she said. “I
didn’t know yet. I agreed to go out with him two weeks after you ghosted me. Honestly, I had no desire to go out with him but he kept showing up at my work—the waitressing gig I used to have, and he just wouldn’t take no for an answer. After our date, he kept coming around and when I wasn’t working, he tried to get the other waitresses to give him my phone number. When they refused, he figured out my schedule and started coming in when I was working. One night, he tried to follow me home, but I caught on and led him on a wild goose chase.” Dallas giggled. “We got to the Tennessee border and I guess he caught on to me and he turned around. I had to quit my job and find another one, which was no easy feat. I had figured out I was pregnant by that point and the morning sickness was more like morning, noon and night sickness. Working two jobs became a challenge and convincing my new boss to keep giving me second chances when I didn’t show up for my shift was a tough sell.”

  “I’m so sorry, Baby,” Savage said. Bowie knew that Savage was still beating himself up for ghosting Dallas and not knowing about Greer until she was almost three months old. It was something the two of them were going to have to continue to work through, but Dallas was so forgiving. Bowie knew that Savage would treat her like a fucking princess from now on. Honestly, he felt the same way about her. If Dallas allowed, they’d make sure she never had to work again, but that would mean her letting them take care of her and the girls. It was going to be a fight given how independent Dallas was.

  “I already told you that I forgive you for all of that, Savage. We’re all here now and that’s all that matters—the future and finding our way forward, together,” Dallas said.

  “She’s right, man,” Bowie whispered. “We need to forget all the shit in our pasts and figure out our future, together.”

  “Thank you—both,” Savage said.

  “What are we going to do about Joker?” Dallas asked.

  “I think I need to go in and have another meeting with Dante,” Savage said. Bowie groaned, knowing that he might say that. “It’s the only way, Bowie. If he wants Joker and his motley crew out of the picture, as badly as he claims to, then he’ll help me to bring them down.”

  “Promise me you’ll give it a day or two before you set up the meeting. Let’s not be too hasty in running to Dante for help,” Bowie said. “You said yourself you don’t trust the guy.”

  “I don’t,” Savage admitted.

  “Then don’t call him yet,” Bowie begged. He knew he was asking for a lot. Savage was a take-charge kind of guy and storming into the Dragon’s bar to demand answers was just his style. It was also a good way to get himself killed. Bowie just needed a little time to come up with other options and stalling Savage was his only hope.

  Savage nodded, “Fine,” he agreed. “But, just a day or two and then I’m setting up the meeting.”

  “Thanks, man,” Bowie said. “Now can we get to the part of the evening where we get naked and make our girl shout out our names?” Dallas seemed to perk up at the mention of them all getting naked, even going the extra mile to squeal and bounce around on Bowie’s lap.

  “I’d say our woman approves of your plan, Babe,” Savage teased.

  “Yes,” Dallas agreed. “She does.”

  DALLAS

  Dallas watched the exchange of power between her two guys and she had to admit, it was fascinating. Savage was so dominant but being with Bowie, one on one showed her just how dominant he was too. She had fantasized about both of them together and wondered which one of them would end up as the alpha. Her biggest question was who was going to be her dominant and if she’d always play the submissive. Honestly, that was just fine with her. She liked it when both guys got growly and bossy with her. Dallas wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle both of their dominance, but it would be a lot of fun trying to figure it out.

  She watched as Savage pushed Bowie up against the wall and kissed his way into his mouth. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen. Savage was harder with Bowie than he was with her. He broke their kiss, leaving them both panting for air.

  “Come here, Dallas,” he ordered. She didn’t hesitate, getting up from the bed and crossing the room to where they were both pressed up against each other. “You like watching us, don’t you?” Savage asked.

  “Yes,” she breathed. “It’s hot as hell.”

  “Kiss Bowie,” Savage ordered. Dallas smiled and wrapped her arms around Bowie’s neck, going up on her tiptoes to gently brush her lips against his.

  “Fuck,” Savage growled. Dallas stopped kissing Bowie and took a step back from him, worried she had done something wrong.

  “What did I do wrong?” she asked.

  “You didn’t do anything wrong, Honey,” Bowie offered. “In fact, I’m betting you did everything right. I think our guy just realized how hot it is to watch us together. Were you worried you would feel jealous?” Bowie asked Savage.

  Savage shyly nodded. “I did,” he admitted. “But, I don’t—at all,” he quickly added. “Watching the two of you together just feels natural; it feels right.”

  “It does, doesn’t it?” Dallas asked. She turned and faced Savage, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to give him the same attention. His kiss was so different from Bowie’s. He wasn’t as rough with her as he was with Bowie, but Savage kissed her mouth like a starving man. Dallas moaned into his mouth and Savage walked her backward, pushing her body up against the wall to stand next to Bowie. Savage’s body was so big he was able to block both her and Bowie against the wall, framing his hands on either side of them. After he got done kissing Dallas, he worked his way over to Bowie. She couldn’t take anymore, she needed to touch them both.

  “Please, Savage,” she begged. “Can I touch you?” It had been so long since she was with him and not feeling him, touching him, taking what she needed from Savage felt like a denial.

  “Yes, Baby,” he agreed. “You can touch both of us.” Dallas flashed them both her wicked grin and unbuttoned Savage’s waistband, dipping both of her hands down into his pants to find his heavy shaft.

  “No underwear still?” she chided. She wanted to sound as if she was scolding him, but Dallas found it hot that Savage never wore underwear.

  “He doesn’t own any,” Bowie breathed. Dallas could tell that he was on edge, waiting to see if she’d give him the same attention she was giving to Savage.

  “Bowie,” she whispered against his lips. She pulled her hands from Savage’s cock, causing him to groan out his displeasure, and dipped her hands into Bowie’s sweatpants, finding his cock hard and ready. He moaned into her mouth and Dallas was ready for more. She sunk to her knees and leaned back on her calves, waiting for Savage to give her what she wanted.

  “Open,” he ordered. Savage pulled his cock free and slid it into her willing mouth, to the back of her throat. She loved the way he took complete control of her offered mouth, sliding in and out, letting her tongue play with the tip.

  “Fuck,” Bowie swore. She looked over to find him palming his own cock, watching her suck Savage in and out. He pulled free from her mouth and Dallas protested.

  “Bowie’s turn, Honey,” Savage hoarsely ordered. She nodded and opened her mouth for Bowie. He slid to the back of her throat and she swallowed around his cock, just the way she knew he liked it.

  “I’m going to fucking come down her pretty throat,” Bowie said. Savage nodded down at her and she knew he was giving her the go-ahead to make that happen. Savage kissed Bowie and she could feel that he was close. Dallas reached her hand up to grab Savage’s shaft, stroking him as she felt Bowie’s release slide down her throat.

  “Fuck,” Bowie swore. “That was so fucking good, Baby,” he praised.

  “My turn,” Savage ordered. His throbbing cock felt as if it was about ready to burst in her hands. Savage turned to face her again, pushing back into her mouth. He groaned and stilled. “Shit,” he growled. Dallas could hardly breathe around his massive cock and when he pulled out, she quickly took a breath, knowing that he was going to p
ush all the way back into her mouth again. That continued for a few more thrusts and just when she was sure she wasn’t going to be able to take any more, he came in hot spurts down her throat.

  “Baby,” Savage soothed, running his hand down her jaw to gently cup her chin. He ran the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, wiping up his seed and Dallas pulled it back into her mouth to lick it off his finger. She wanted all of him and judging from the sexy smirk on his face, he was pleased.

  “Good girl,” Savage praised. “Strip her,” he said to Bowie. Dallas watched as both her guys finished getting naked and then Bowie shot her a wolfish grin. He was about to do what Savage had ordered and so much more if the look on his face was any indication.

  “Up on the bed, Honey,” Bowie ordered.

  “Do I take orders from both of you then?” she stuttered.

  “Yes,” Savage said, giving her ass a swat. “Now, do as our guy tells you and get that sweet ass on our bed.” She stood from the floor and climbed up onto the bed. Bowie pulled her leggings down her body, taking her panties with them. Savage sat in the corner chair watching Bowie get her naked and she liked the way he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her. His stare felt like a personal touch as his eyes roamed her body, inch by inch.

  “Savage,” she whispered.

  “Shh, Honey,” he said. “Let Bowie take care of you while I watch.” Bowie pulled her t-shirt over her head and hissed out his breath.

  “No bra,” he said, making a tsking noise. “You are a complete tease.”

  “Am not,” she said. “It’s easier to feed Greer this way.” Dallas palmed her own breasts and Bowie pulled her hands free and pinned them above her head.

  “Touching you is our job,” he said. Bowie kissed his way down her body and Dallas was having a hard time holding still. His hands and his lips felt so good, she couldn’t take much more. Dallas needed to get off and she’d do just about anything for an orgasm, including begging. Her voice sounded needy and breathless, even to her own ears. She looked over to the corner of the room where Savage sat completely naked in the big armchair, leaning back, watching them.