by K. L. Ramsey
“Eat her pussy,” Savage growled. “Get our girl off, Bowie and then, I’m going to fuck your ass while you fuck her.” She and Bowie moaned in unison. He seemed to like Savage’s idea as much as she had. Dallas looked down her body to where Bowie had settled between her legs and laid back against the mattress as if it was all too much to watch.
“You smell so fucking good, Baby,” Bowie whispered. She could feel his hot breath on her wet folds and she knew what he was going to do next. He parted her legs and licked her pussy, sucking her sensitive nub into his mouth. Dallas bucked and thrashed against Bowie’s mouth.
“I’ll hold her still,” Savage offered. He stood from his corner perch and Dallas watched him saunter across the room. He practically crawled on top of her body, trapping her under him. Savage held her down while Bowie lapped and sucked at her drenched folds until she closed her eyes and was sure she could literally see stars. Just when she was about to come, Savage sealed his mouth over her own, stealing her shouts and moans.
Bowie stood and wiped his mouth on his forearm, smiling down at the two of them. “So fucking good,” he taunted. Savage stood and went to the nightstand to find the lube. Bowie didn’t give her any time to recover from her mind-numbing orgasm, he pulled her to the edge of the bed and sunk into her body, sliding easily through her wet folds.
“Yes,” he hissed. Savage stood behind Bowie, a triumphant smile on his handsome face as he held up the lube. Dallas giggled and Bowie seemed to like the sensation until Savage pushed his body down onto her own and started rubbing lube into his ass. She watched fascinated by the exchange of power between Savage and Bowie.
“You’re going to feel so good, Babe,” Savage said to Bowie. He moaned and sucked one of Dallas’ nipples into his hot mouth.
“Do you like what he’s doing to you, Bowie?” Dallas questioned.
“Yes,” Bowie moaned. “I need more, Savage.” As if on cue, Savage tossed the lube onto the bed and stood behind him. Dallas could tell the exact moment that Savage shoved into Bowie’s ass. She suddenly felt fuller and Bowie stilled inside of her as if he needed a minute to adjust to the new sensations.
“Fuck,” Savage moaned.
“Fucking right,” Bowie growled. “Move, please,” he begged. Savage set a punishing pace and it didn’t take Dallas long to find her release again. Bowie quickly followed her over and a few thrusts later, Savage pumped his own release into Bowie’s ass. They collapsed together onto the king-size bed and Dallas wasn’t sure she had ever felt so completely loved in her whole life.
She expected to feel differently, being with two men at once, but that wasn’t the case. Bowie and Savage weren’t who she expected. Being with the two of them felt right—like coming home and for just a minute, Dallas let herself believe that the three of them would be able to find their way together. Savage and Bowie were hers and she was now theirs—body, mind and soul and Dallas wouldn’t want it any other way.
SAVAGE
Dallas, Bowie and he had spent every waking hour together for the past two days. When the girls were awake, they tried to make everything as normal as possible for them. He wanted Chloe to get to know the three of them as a family unit. He wanted her to trust Dallas and Bowie as much as he had come to. But, most of all, he wanted her to love them as much as he did. Savage wanted the five of them to be a family, but he also knew not to push his daughter into accepting something she might not want to. Chloe was still so young; he didn’t expect her to understand the ins and outs of their relationship. All Savage could really hope for was both of his daughters to feel safe and completely loved—the rest would come.
Every night when the girls went to bed, the three of them locked themselves away in their room and found new ways to make each other crazy. Their relationship was exciting and new and Savage wasn’t sure how he had gotten so lucky in finding the two people on the planet who seemed to complete him.
Bowie came running into the bar and motioned for Savage to meet him in his office. He excused himself from behind the bar and threw his new bartender, Whisky, his towel. “You got this, man?” Savage asked Whisky.
“No sweat, man,” Whisky said, his smile easy. Savage liked the new guy and he had to admit, he knew his stuff. Most guys that came into Savage Hell ordered a beer or shots, but Whisky knew how to make a mean martini and he was quickly becoming popular with the biker’s ol’ladies who liked to ask for fancy mixed drinks. Whiskey was ex-military and a few years younger than Savage. He just got back from a long stint in Mexico and Savage wondered what the guy’s story was. He seemed friendly enough but there was something behind Whisky’s eyes that told another story.
“Thanks, man,” Savage said. “I won’t be too long.” He walked back the narrow hallway to his office and found Bowie pacing the floor in front of his desk.
“What’s up, Babe?” Savage asked, shutting the door on his way into the office. “You look about ready to crawl out of your skin. Dallas and the girls okay?” Savage had left them all home this afternoon, after Bowie got off work early, surprising them all with Asian takeout.
“Yeah, they are fine. Dallas is feeding Greer and Chloe is taking her bath, getting ready for bed. It’s something else,” Bowie said. Savage nodded for him to go on, hating the suspense. “My dad called. He went over to check my house, you know just to make sure everything was secure, and he found a body on my back patio.”
“What the fuck?” Savage shouted. “Who’s body?”
“He called in a few favors and I’m not supposed to know this, but it looks like the guy was a Dragon. His name was Chris Sharp but he had the name Stinger on his cut.”
“Shit,” Savage growled. “I know Stinger. He wasn’t a bad guy. In fact, he tried to patch into Savage Hell but changed his mind at the last minute and joined the Dragons. It was about the same time as my friend, Cillian James tried to patch in with them. He got caught stealing a car and is still in prison. Stinger and Cillian were friends,” Savage said. He knew he was going to have to make a trip up to the county jail to tell his friend about Stinger, but they had bigger problems right now. Namely, why a dead Dragon would end up in Bowie’s backyard.
“Your dad have any idea why his body was dumped at your house?” Savage questioned.
“No,” Bowie said. “He had the word “Traitor” carved into his chest. Could he be Dante’s lookout?”
“Sounds about right,” Savage agreed. “What did the cops say?”
“For now, they’ll let my dad handle things for me since they know him. I need to go in, to give my statement, but they’ll let me do that locally. They are sending someone here to talk to me and they will want to talk to Dante and the Dragons. My father’s worried this might cause another problem for us,” Bowie said. Mr. Wolfe was a smart man and he was right, Stinger’s body showing up at Bowie’s might cause more trouble for their new little family.
“I think it might be best if I’m the one who tells Dante about his guy. I’ll send word that I want a meeting with him,” Savage said.
“No fucking way you’re going in there alone,” Bowie growled. It was nice the way he seemed to worry about Savage, but honestly, he wanted to tell his guy that he was capable of taking care of himself in most situations.
“I’ve got this, Babe,” Savage said. “But, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll take Ryder along with me, just in case things go south.” Bowie scowled at Savage and he knew that he was going to give him an argument.
“I can go with you,” he insisted. There was no fucking way Savage wanted to drag Bowie into his world. Sure, having him around his club was one thing. His guys had come to accept Savage being with both Bowie and Dallas. But, introducing him to their rival gang didn’t seem like his best idea.
“I need you to keep Dallas and the girls safe,” Savage said. “I thought we covered this already. I need to know that if anything happens to me, you’ll take care of them, Bowie. That’s what family does.”
“I don’t need for you to lecture m
e about what a family is or does, Savage,” Bowie grumbled. “Family also has each other’s backs and you’re not letting me tag along because you’re worried I won’t be able to handle myself,” Bowie accused.
“Can you blame me? I love you, Bowie and I’d die if anything happened to you. Please, just do this for me,” Savage begged.
“Fine,” Bowie agreed. “You go have your meeting with Dante, but take back-up and be careful,” he ordered. Savage gave him a mock salute and pulled him in for a quick kiss. He needed to get the meeting scheduled and round up a few guys to head over to Dragon’s territory before his guy changed his mind.
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Savage knew that giving into Bowie and agreeing to take Ryder and Repo with him would be a mistake, so he didn’t. He set up his meeting with Dante and when it came time to meet the guys at his bar, he lied and told them both that the meeting time had changed and Dante moved it to the next day. A little white lie, sure. But now, Savage worried it might cost him his life. Either way, it was time to get to the bottom of what the hell was going on. Not going into that bar to face Dante and the other Dragons he knew would be waiting for him, wasn’t an option.
He parked his bike in the back of the lot and looked around, trying to decide if just walking in the front door was such a brilliant plan. Maybe the element of surprise might have been a better one, but it was too late for that now. Especially since the two big goons who were charged with watching the door, were walking straight for him. Yeah, his time for surprise was over and he had no choice but to face Dante full on.
“Guys,” Savage nodded and tried to push past them on his way into Dante’s bar, but they seemed to have other plans for him. The big guy to his right put his hand on Savage’s bicep and he looked down at it as if it offended him and back up at the guy.
“I’ll give you five seconds to take your fucking hand off me,” Savage growled. Dante’s enforcer ignored him as if Savage wasn’t even a blip on his radar.
“Dante said to bring you in through the back of the bar,” the other guy said. Savage looked over at him and smiled.
“What?” he questioned, “I’m not good enough to come through the front door anymore. I thought I was an invited guest of Dante’s?” Savage said. Honestly, he was trying to buy some time. Taking on the two enforcers might not play in his favor. He was big but they were bigger and there were two of them. He knew that most of the bikers in Dante’s club were one-percenters and taking him out might not be a problem for either of his escorts. The guy to his right, still holding his arm, flexed his giant fingers into Savage’s flesh and that just pissed him off. Before he could think through his next move, he grabbed the guy’s hand and pinned it behind his massive body, causing the asshole to shout out in pain.
“I told you to keep your fucking hands off me,” Savage growled. The other man wrapped his big arm around Savage’s neck, putting him in a chokehold and before he had the chance to tap out, he was being pinned against the guy’s body. He knew what was coming next. The other guy’s fist met his jaw, blood spurting everywhere. Savage spit out a mouthful of blood and smiled, knowing how mean he looked.
“So, this is how it’s going to go then?” he asked. Neither guy made a move to answer him. They seemed to be waiting him out to see if he was going to give them any more fight. “Well let’s get this over with,” he barked. “Take me to Dante.”
They practically dragged him into the back of the bar, even though Savage didn’t put up much resistance. He just wanted to get this shit show over with. They led him through the kitchen and into the back of the bar, pushing him down into a hard wooden chair.
“Tie him up,” Dante ordered. He stepped from the back corner of the bar and smiled at Savage. “How’s it going, man?” he taunted.
“Oh, you know,” Savage drawled. “Same old shit, different day.” Dante’s watchdogs tied him to the chair, punching him in the face for good measure, for his smart-ass answer. Savage chuckled and spat out more blood onto the bar’s floor.
“I think you might want to look up the word ‘truce,’ Dante,” Savage taunted. “You might have the meaning incorrect.”
“Yeah, well,” Dante laughed. “You really didn’t buy my whole, ‘let’s be friends,’ speech anyway, did you? We both know you’re smarter than that, Savage. After all, you are literally a rocket scientist, right?” Dante pulled a chair across the floor, letting it make an obnoxious scraping noise. “Let’s talk,” Dante ordered.
“Well, looks like I’m sticking around,” Savage said tugging against his restraints. “So, why not? Shoot,” Savage ordered.
Dante chuckled and shook his head. He nodded to the big guy standing to Savage’s right and he punched him in the damn face again. “Fuck,” Savage swore.
“I have all night,” Dante said. “How much we mess up that handsome face of yours is up to you,” he said. “I just need some answers.”
“Answers to what?” Savage growled.
“Answers about what the hell happened in Texas,” Dante said. “My guy is dead and from what I’ve been hearing down the chains, you’re the one who did it.”
“I didn’t kill Stinger,” Savage shouted.
“Ah—but you know he’s dead?” Dante questioned. Savage not only knew Stinger was dead, but he also had a pretty good idea who did it.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “You know he had the word ‘Traitor’ carved into his chest?” He couldn’t get a read on whether or not Dante knew that little bit of information.
“Well, shit,” Dante said.
“Yeah, now you’re getting the picture,” Savage said. “One of Joker’s guys found out and offed him. So, if we’re done here—” Savage looked down to the ropes that bound him to the chair and Dante nodded at the big guy who stood to his left. He landed a deafening blow to the side of Savage’s head, making his ears ring. It was all he could do to stay conscious.
“I don’t know how you got your intel,” Dante said, standing to pace in front of him. “But, you really went and fucked things up for me. Meet me outside,” he said to the two guys who flanked Savage. “I’ll be out in just a minute.” They both left through the front door and Savage eyed Dante. “I can’t have them around for this next part,” Dante said.
“You don’t have to do this,” Savage said. “No one even knows about our meeting. I can just pretend none of this ever happened,” he lied.
Dante laughed, “I’m not going to do anything, Savage. I have guys that do it all for me. For example,” he paused, looking to his right and Savage noticed shadows moving in the dark crevices of the room that he hadn’t noticed before. Joker and some of the supposedly ‘rogue’ Dragons stepped from the darkness and Savage squinted, trying to see them better.
“Hey, Savage,” Joker taunted. “Long time, no see.”
“What the fuck?” Savage growled. “They never went rogue, did they?” he accused.
“Naw,” Dante admitted. “I had to make something up. I mean, not everyone in our club was happy about the decision to come after Savage Hell. They thought that years of our rival had been enough. I needed a distraction—you know some story to keep them in line. Joker here came up with the idea,” Dante admitted.
“Thanks for the good word, man,” Joker said. It was like they were at an office awards banquet, the way the two were giving each other props and Savage was just trying to wrap his head around the fact that it had all been a set- up.
“No problem, man. So, we came up with the whole rogue storyline to throw off the guys who were tired of our old feud. We got what we wanted without having to tear apart our club. Now, we’ll pin Stinger’s murder on you and these guys will be welcomed back into our gang with open arms. Hell, after we explain how you hunted and killed poor Sting, and then Joker here did the same thing to you—to exact revenge for the Dragons—he’ll be labeled a fucking hero,” Dante said.
Joker flexed his fingers and Savage knew what he had planned. They were going to kill him to make an example out of him, as
a warning to his club. The problem was, he was a damn fool for going in alone. Bowie was right to insist that he take back-up, but he was a stubborn ass and he didn’t listen.
“So, that’s the plan? You’re going to let Joker kill me and then tell everyone I killed Stinger? My guys won’t believe that shit,” he spat. Savage’s ears were still ringing from the last blow landed to his head. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hold on. He could hear his own words slurring and it was getting harder to keep his damn eyes open.
“Yeah and from the looks of you, man, it won’t take Joker here too long to finish the job. We don’t give a fuck if your guys don’t buy our story, man. All that matters here is that my guys believe it and want to continue our feud. I won’t rest until every fucking member in Savage Hell is either a Dragon or completely fucking destroyed. Oh, and I’ve promised Joker here that he can keep your woman as his prize.” Dante turned and nodded to Joker. He stood in front of Savage, his mean smile and bloodthirsty eyes told him all he needed to know. Joker was going to make him suffer and then finish the job Dante’s enforcers started.
“The best part in all this is that I’ll finally have your sweet little Dallas,” Joker taunted. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted her back. I’ll get rid of your brats and then I’ll make Dallas mine.” Savage bucked against his restraints, but it did him no good. He was too weak and no amount of resistance was going to free him from his bindings. “You’ll have to find her first,” Savage hoarsely whispered. “That will never happen.”
Joker laughed, throwing the first punch that had Savage just about seeing stars. “I don’t know,” he said. I can be very persuasive when it comes to getting information,” Joker taunted.
