UnTouch Me (Savage Beast MC Book 5)

by Hayley Faiman

  She lets out a sigh as she fully envelops me. Her eyes open, her gaze finding mine, she licks her lips, then just stays still, watching me. She seems to be waiting, though I’m unsure why. If she thinks I’m going to apologize, she’ll be sitting on my dick for a fuck’ve a long time.

  “You’re an asshole,” she says. “I know that. I can deal with that. I can’t deal with an asshole who is going to make me feel like a fucking idiot while he shoves this dick inside every whore he comes across.”

  I open my mouth to speak, but she shakes her head. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I’m not leaving. But I’m serious. You will lose my love, fuck by fuck, if you choose to be with other women.

  “I’m not threatening you. I’m not trying to make you stay faithful to me. I just want you to know that this, what we’re sharing right now. What we’ve always shared. It means more to me than you could possibly know. It isn’t about self-gratification.

  “This is how I show you that I love you, how I hope that you show me as well. That’s why it’s upsetting when you say you’re going to share this with anyone else.”

  Her words hit so deep inside of me, in a place that I didn’t even know existed. Nodding my head, I wrap my hands around her waist. She rolls her hips, her eyes focused on me as she begins to rise and fall, fucking me slowly.

  No, she’s not fucking me. She’s showing me how much she loves me. She’s making love to me. Her eyes on mine, her palms pressed against my chest, her body moving up and down over and over, building me, building herself.

  I can’t do or say anything. I can only watch. It’s goddamn breathtaking. Every fucking second. Her body begins to tremble, then without saying a word, her head falls back and she lets out a long moan as her cunt clamps down around my cock and she comes.

  It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced in my entire fucking life.

  TRISTA

  I feel his lips touch my shoulder, then the side of my neck before they slide along the shell of my ear. “Babe,” he mutters. “I got church. Come to the bar when you feel like it. I’ll see you in a few.”

  Humming my response, I turn slightly to look up at him. “Are you getting Avah back?”

  He grins, touching his lips to mine in a brief kiss. “That’s the plan.”

  “Good.”

  “Not letting her swing like that, beautiful. She’s your girl.”

  My lips curve up into a smile. “Thanks, Ridge.”

  “I got you, babe. I also heard you loud and clear last night. Just want to let you know.”

  His words, they mean everything, more than anything else he could ever say to me. More than him making me his Old Lady, more than him wanting a family with me. His words, they are everything.

  “I’m glad,” I breathe. Touching my mouth to his in a chaste kiss, I exhale a shaky breath. “This gets all done and I can’t wait to settle into a beautiful life with you, Ridge.”

  He grins, his nose sliding alongside my own before he pushes off of the bed and stands before making his way to the side to look down at me. He reaches down, tucking my hair behind my ear.

  “It will be, Trista. Been waiting too fucking long for it not to be.”

  My lips twitch into a smile and I watch as he walks away. He closes the door behind him and I bury my face in the pillow, trying and failing not to scream with excitement.

  This is my life.

  This.

  Never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed that Taz would want me to be his, would actually commit himself to me. Not ever. It’s a fairy tale, but if I know anything about the fairy tale world, it’s that this also probably has some kind of time limit.

  Shit will hit the fan. It’s bound to. That’s just the way of the world. I don’t know what will happen yet, but I am not naïve enough to think that we’re going to have this peachy perfect life, especially with Angel Ramos on his way.

  Eventually, I wake what feels like hours later and decide to shower and dress for the day. I have laundry that I need to do today, not just my clothes, but sheets and bedding as well. Ridge may be in his forties, but the man is a downright slob.

  Once I’m dressed, I gather as much laundry as I can in my arms and make my way toward the laundry room and drop everything on the floor. Reaching into my back pocket for my phone to turn on some music, I let out a sigh remembering that Ridge took it from me when that douche called.

  One of the good things about being here in the clubhouse is that they have two washers and two dryers and these guys are so gross that they hardly ever use them.

  Separating the darks, lights, and jeans I toss a load of darks into the wash, then start the machine before I use the other one to start the load of whites.

  I could go into the kitchen, but I honestly don’t want to deal with that bitch, Sable again. She seriously annoys the ever-loving shit out of me. I’m too worried about Avah to deal with her right now, anyway.

  Sitting down in the lone chair, I let my head fall against the wall and close my eyes. I’m thankful my ass, while it still hurts like a bitch, is starting to finally feel marginally better. At least I don’t have to lie around on my stomach all day long anymore.

  The washers buzz simultaneously and I open my eyes, jumping up to switch the loads from the washer to the dryer. I hear someone chuckle behind me. I let out a squeak as I turn around only to find my father standing in the doorway.

  Starting both of the dryers, I make my way back to my chair and slowly ease myself into the seat again.

  “Can I help you?” I ask a few moments later when he doesn’t say anything.

  He clears his throat, taking a step inside of the room. I continue to watch him out of the corner of my eye as he leans against the wall, his gaze pointed directly at me.

  “You ever gonna forgive your old man?” he asks.

  Snorting, I shake my head once. “You’re seriously here asking me that? After everything?”

  He nods his head once. “Was young and dumb. Thought leavin’ you with your mama was better than being here in town and doing the same shit.”

  “You could have come back at any time, twenty years is a hell of a long time to stay away with that lame ass excuse.”

  I watch as he licks his lips, then jerks his chin. “You ever done something, regretted it, then the more time passes, the harder it is to own up to that shit? The harder it is to admit you fucked up?”

  Swallowing the lump in my throat, I lift my gaze to meet his. He looks sorry. His face shows the regret, wearing it without shame. Inhaling a shaky breath, I nod my head once.

  “I get it. I really do. I just don’t know how to forgive either of you. She’s dead, but even if she wasn’t, I know that she would never ask my forgiveness. So, I appreciate that you’re asking. I’m just not sure if I can give it.”

  He dips his chin and pushes off the wall. My heart races as he turns his back to me. Calling out his name, I watch as he looks back at me from over his shoulder.

  “I want to have a friendship though. I’m here to stay, it seems. Me and Ridge, we’re going to start a family and I think you’d make a good granddaddy.”

  He frowns, turning around to face me. “What do you mean you’re going to start a family?”

  “Well…” I start. “He’s well over forty, I’m old enough and I want children. So, we decided to start trying.”

  My father leans forward, his eyes wide and he actually snarls. “The fuck you will. You aren’t old enough. You got plenty of time. He wants to have a family tomorrow, he needs to be with someone closer to his age. He will not drag my daughter down.”

  I open my mouth to try to explain, to tell him that I want children too, that I agreed with Ridge, but nothing comes out. He spins around and is out of the laundry room before I even get a single breath out, let alone a word.

  Standing to my feet, I take a step forward to follow him, then I stop. Why was my father in here, but Ridge wasn’t? All of the doubt that I thought had melted a
way by his words last night, it comes roaring back.

  My feet won’t move anymore. They stay firmly planted. The dryer buzzes, causing my entire body to jerk forward. Turning to the machines, I unload them, then throw the rest of the wet clothes inside before I start to fold the clean and dry ones.

  I’m staying right here. Whatever my father is all hot to say to Ridge, he can have it. I’m going to stay right here and get my shit done. I hate that the future is so unknown, but I’m not going to force anything, not right now. I need Avah.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  TAZ

  I’m standing next to Coyote when I feel a hand clamp down around my shoulder and spin me around. Before I can even register that it’s Hawk standing in front of me, his fist smashes against the side of my jaw. My head swings to the side at the same time I hear shouts ringing around me.

  Righting myself, I lift my gaze to meet his. “What the fuck?” I ask.

  His face is red, his eyes are wild and he’s looking at me as if I’ve completely betrayed him in every way possible. I narrow my gaze, waiting for him to tell me just what the fuck is going on with him.

  “I didn’t give you permission to brand my daughter just to have you tie her down with the weight of starting a family with you.”

  I blink, unbelieving that he’s not only saying this shit to me but that he’s saying it in open forum. I take a step toward him, keeping my arms loose at my sides, in case I need to finish the shit that he just fucking started.

  Tilting my head to the side, my eyes search his angry face. I try to tell myself that this is all because he’s concerned with his daughter’s welfare and future. The other part of me doesn’t forget that he abandoned her as a baby.

  “She ain’t your concern anymore, Hawk. Hasn’t been for a fuck’ve a long time. What she is, is mine. All you need to know is that I’ll take care of her. You don’t got a right to ask anything else of me or her.”

  Hawk grunts, he tries to take a step forward but Coyote and Mountain have a hold of each of his arms and tug him backward. His head moves to the side, then shifts back and his gaze comes back to meet my own.

  “She’s still my flesh and blood. Still my goddamn daughter, no matter how much I fucked up in my life. That ain’t changing. She’s only twenty-two fuckin’ years old. She don’t need you makin’ her a fuckin’ mother just because you want to tie her to you. Just because you want to keep her under your thumb.”

  Shaking my head, I let out a chuckle. “Brother, that’s what you did. Don’t put your shit on me. She ain’t Savannah and I ain’t you. Forty-four years old, Hawk. I know what I want. I know what she is to me and what she ain’t. Mind your own fuckin’ business.”

  “She’s my business,” he barks.

  Lifting my hand, I slide my fingers through my hair, my eyes never leaving his. “No, she’s not. She’s mine. Got my brand on her skin, soon she’ll have my ring, and she’s going to give birth to my fuckin’ babies. Get used to it, brother. Trista is mine and I love the bitch.”

  Everything, every noise around us dies. Apparently, confessing your love for your Old Lady is a big fucking deal. Hawk doesn’t hear me, if he does, it doesn’t penetrate. He takes the silence and surprise as an opportunity to break free from Mountain and Coyote’s grasp.

  Hawk charges me. He shoves his shoulder in my middle and forces my back to slam against the edge of the bar.

  My breath escapes my lungs in a whoosh.

  Lifting my hands, I grasp his shoulders and try to push him off of me, but his arms are wrapped around my middle and he has the goddamn advantage. We wrestle. I can feel hands grasping at us, trying to pull us apart.

  When they finally do, it’s only because I hear Dragon’s whistle fill the room. “Eagle just called.” We all freeze, slowly one by one all of our gazes swing to meet his. “It’s time.”

  Mountain is the first one to take off. He doesn’t even take a moment to let the words sink in. He’s gone, out of the clubhouse before I realize what the fuck is going on. Time. Oh fuck. Time. Della is in labor.

  Turning to Hawk, I jerk my chin. “Get Pinkie, take her to the hospital,” I shout. He jerks his chin, turning and running toward the whores’ quarters.

  My feet carry me toward the kitchen where I expect to find Trista, but she’s not there. Hurrying toward my bedroom, I assume that’s where she is and I frown when I realize it’s empty.

  My heart starts to race at the thought of her being missing, especially while I was doing something as stupid as getting into a fight with her father. Spinning around, I start to take a step when I see Sable standing in the doorway.

  “She’s in the laundry room, if that’s what has you all panicked,” she murmurs.

  My feet move, ignoring her, my shoulder slams into hers as I practically sprint toward the laundry room. Just where she said I’d find her, Trista is standing at the small table folding shit with her back to mine.

  “Babe,” I grunt.

  Slowly, she turns to me, her eyes full of unshed tears. Without hesitation, I hurry toward her. Wrapping her in my arms, I tilt my chin down and touch my lips to the center of her forehead.

  “What? What the fuck, Tris?”

  She shakes her head, her eyes wild as she looks up at me. “Don’t leave me because Hawk is pissed off. Please, I just got you, please don’t,” she whimpers, sounding almost desperate.

  Lowering my forehead, I press it against hers. “Babe. Not going anywhere. You’re mine and I’m yours. None of that shit changes. The brand on your ass still marks you as mine, I still fuckin’ love you, beautiful.”

  “He was pissed,” she whispers.

  I snort. “He’s always pissed. But I think he’s more pissed at himself than anyone else. He fucked up and he can’t go back to fix that. It’s frustrating for men like us. But I thought I lost you and I got you back, no way in fuck am I going to let you go again. I learned my goddamn lesson.”

  “I love you, Ridge.”

  I hum, shifting my head down to touch my lips against hers. “We gotta go to the hospital, babe. Della’s in labor,” I breathe against her mouth.

  “Oh, shit,” she shouts.

  Chuckling, I take a step back and take her hand in mine. “Yeah, that’s about it. Let’s roll.”

  TRISTA

  I’m not surprised to see the entire clubhouse in the labor and delivery waiting room. What I am surprised to see is my father, looking a little rough. Turning to look up at Ridge, I freeze as I take in his face.

  He has a couple bruises forming, and he’s standing stiffly next to me. “Ridge,” I whisper. Shifting my gaze back to my father, I watch as his eyes narrow on Taz before they flick down to meet mine. Turning my head, I tilt it back and look into Taz’s eyes. “Tell me what the fuck is going on,” I softly demand.

  His body jerks, then he turns his head and looks down at me through his lashes. “Your father is pissed we’re tryin’ for a baby. He thinks I’m trying to trap you,” he says.

  Licking my lips, I look down at the floor, then lift my gaze back to meet his. My father ran off, I knew he was going to say or do something, but I didn’t know that he would attack, Ridge.

  I didn’t know that’s what pissed him off. I wouldn’t have ever guessed. I’m an adult. Why would he care if we tried for a baby? We’re committed to one another. Closing my eyes for a moment, I inhale a deep breath before I release it with a sigh.

  “Does he think that because it’s what he did?” I whisper.

  Ridge arches a brow and I can’t hold back my gasp. I thought, over the years, I had suspected that it was the case. My father couldn’t have known my real mother, otherwise there is no way he would have left and also left me with her. At least, that was what I had hoped.

  Now, I realize that it’s exactly what he did. He wanted her, he wanted to keep her, and he got her pregnant to do just that. I’ve seen it happen time and time again.

  Pressing my lips together, I shift my gaze over to my father. He’s still st
aring daggers at us, but I feel bad for him. He thought he had something worth keeping in my mother, he made a mistake. A colossal mistake that fucked me up, but regardless, it was still a mistake.

  Turning back to Ridge, I tip my head back and look into his liquid gaze. “I want to be yours. I want to have your baby, Ridge. I’m not some girl running away from a bad home life like my mother, grasping at any man who would have her. I’m not desperate to keep you all to myself, giving you a baby so that I have a lifetime of security. I’ve loved you for over three years. That won’t change tomorrow or the next day.”

  Ridge lifts his hand, wrapping his fingers around the back of my neck. Turning to face me, he tugs me against his body. Dipping his chin, he touches his mouth to mine.

  “I’m not perfect. I’ll never be perfect. I will fuck up, just goddamn plan on me doing it. What I won’t do is regret having you in my life, babe. You’re mine. Meant to be, always.”

  Sliding my tongue along his bottom lip, I taste him before I suck his lip between my teeth and gently nip him.

  “I need to talk to him,” I whisper.

  “Gonna find a place to do you in here, my cock is hard as goddamn nails,” he grunts.

  Shaking my head, I take a step back from him. “You do that, my devil.”

  Turning away from him, I walk toward my father who looks so freaking pissed if he doesn’t start spitting nails, it would surprise me. Stopping a few feet in front of him, I inhale a deep breath before I let it out.

  “Ridge is not you and I’m not my mother,” I say softly.

  He shakes his head once. “Yeah?” he grunts. “Seems to me like he wants to keep you beneath him, in all ways. Tethered to him. You’re too young for that shit. When he took you, it was for safety. I agreed to the branding, but figured you’d have years together, to figure out if it’s what you really wanted. A brand can be covered, a baby is forever.”