Chase (Savage Kings MC Book 1)

by Lane Hart

  Chase’s much bigger, heavier body presses me back down when his hips thrust forward, and he enters me. He’s so big that it takes a while for him to work himself all the way in from this angle. His mouth swallows my moans as my body stretches to take every inch of him until I’m full, and he finally possesses me the way only Chase has ever been able to do.

  “Let me love you the way you deserve this time,” he says as he looks down at me with his arms holding his weight off of me while he’s buried deep. “Then I’m gonna fuck your brains out the way you love.”

  Slipping my hands down to grab his clenched ass cheeks, I tell him, “I’ll take anything I can get.”

  Dipping his head to kiss my cheek, Chase’s beard tickles the side of my face, and he whispers, “Don’t forget you said that tomorrow when your pussy aches so bad you won’t be able to take anything but my tongue.” His lips move down to my neck, kissing me at the spot that makes my belly clench. “I promise I’ll keep licking it until it’s all better,” he assures me.

  “I can’t wait to ride your beard,” I tell him with a smile as I run my fingers through it.

  “Fuck yes,” he says before he captures my lips again and finally begins to move inside of me.

  …

  Chase

  “Making love” was never my and Sasha’s style as kids, but I don’t mind it now that I’ve learned a little patience in the bedroom.

  But I can’t deny that fucking Sasha is still by far the single best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

  That’s why I don’t give her any time to recover after our first time before I slide down her body and flick my tongue over her clit, making her hips bounce on the mattress.

  “Are you on birth control?” I ask her between flicks.

  “A little late…for that question…now. Oh God!” she cries out, and her thighs fall open, an invitation for me to do whatever I want to her.

  “Sasha?” I say, removing my tongue and waiting for her to answer me.

  “Yes,” she replies before her fingers tug on my hair to push my mouth back down on her.

  I give her a few licks before asking, “How many men have you been with?”

  “Really?” she huffs.

  “Answer, and I’ll keep going.”

  “Ugh,” she groans. “Fine, three.”

  “Three,” I repeat, glad that I don’t know their names so I won’t go punch them in their dicks for entering my pussy.

  “What about you?” Sasha asks as she raises up on her elbows. “Can you even count that high?”

  “Can I count to ten? Yeah, I can,” I reply.

  “Bullshit!” she exclaims.

  “I’ve been inside ten other pussies,” I clarify. “A few different mouths. That’s it.”

  “One a year? You expect me to believe that?” Sasha asks.

  “It’s the truth, sweetheart. I knew a million pussies couldn’t replace yours, so I didn’t try to burn through them all.”

  Her head falls back on the bed, and then she says, “I hate my parents.”

  “Stop thinking about your parents while I’m licking your pussy,” I warn her. “We’ll deal with them later, yeah?”

  “Deal with them?” she repeats. “How do I deal with them after they destroyed what we had, knowing I was miserable without you?”

  “They didn’t destroy what we had,” I tell her as I crawl up her body to hover over her. “We can pick right back up from where we left off. It’ll be like we took a little break.”

  “A little break that lasted a fucking decade,” Sasha adds. “And we’re different now. I don’t know if we can pick right back up.”

  “Yes, we fucking can,” I assure her, because I can’t lose her again.

  “Chase,” she starts, but I put a finger to her lips to hush her.

  “We’re not deciding anything right now. Let’s just enjoy our first night together in way too long and go one day at a time.”

  Sasha opens her mouth and bites my finger gently before sucking on it, making my dick hard as a goddamn rock again.

  “How do you want me to take you this time?” I ask her as I cup her breast in my hand and lean down to kiss her nipple.

  “Doggie,” she replies as she squirms under my mouth.

  Releasing her nipple with an audible pop, I tell her, “Great fucking answer. Roll over.”

  Lifting her head to give me a quick kiss, she says, “I missed you and your bossy ways in the bedroom.”

  “I missed everything about you, sweetheart,” I tell her honestly. “Now let me see that ass I missed in the air, ready and waiting for me.”

  Grinning, she rolls over. I slap her sexy ass cheek just because I can. It’s mine for tonight, hopefully, longer. And then I slam inside, claiming her, owning her while she cries out with each hard thrust. Remembering how she always liked it a little rough, I grab a handful of her long hair, making Sasha moan when I give it a tug to force her head backward to bring my mouth to hers. I kiss the fuck out of her too, because there are not enough words in the English language for me to tell her how goddamn happy I am to have her back in my life and my bed again, because she never left my heart or my soul.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sasha

  After our third incredible round of mind-blowing sex, I clean up in the bathroom, too exhausted to shower, and then throw back the sheets to get back in bed naked with Chase in his childhood room.

  “Get in here,” he grumbles, sounding as tired as I am. He holds out his arm for me to snuggle up against his side.

  Despite the fact that I can barely hold my eyes open any longer, there’s a ridiculously sappy smile stretched across my face; and it doesn’t seem to be disappearing anytime soon. Not that I want it to.

  Chase makes me happy. I’d forgotten how much of a joy it was to simply be in his presence. Sure, he can be violent when necessary, and he’s a little rough and dirty; but with everything he says and does, he makes me feel like I’m the center of his universe. I know who he is deep down. While on the outside he’s an outlaw biker who can easily pull a trigger to end someone’s life, inside he’s still a big softie when it comes to me. I wouldn’t change a single thing about him even if I could, because the danger that surrounds him and the MC is one of the reasons I was attracted to him in the first place. Life with Chase would never be boring. It would be thrilling and exciting, a roller coaster with incredible highs and lows that remind you to never take anything for granted.

  Chase pulls me closer to him until my head is resting on his chest, right above my name. I press my lips to his still damp skin and let my fingertips roam up and down his chest and abs, unable to get enough of him.

  It’s too bad that my parents took something so great out of my life for so long. I love them dearly, but knowing that they intentionally lied to both of us to keep us apart is infuriating. I didn’t think I would ever get this feeling back or even ever want Chase back.

  Now I know that he was hurting as much as I was after the wreck, if not more so because he was blaming himself.

  “The house is listed under a dummy corp,” Chase says, and I wonder why he’s telling me this now. “It doesn’t have any ties directly to me, my parents, or the MC, and no one followed us,” his voice trails off in explanation. “They won’t find us here.”

  “Even if they did, I know I would be safe with you,” I tell him with another kiss to his chest.

  “Hell yeah you would,” he agrees. “Unless they bring an army…”

  “There’s no army coming. Get some rest,” I tell him.

  “Don’t you fucking disappear when I wake up,” he orders in a mumble.

  “I’m staying right here,” I assure him before I finally let my eyes drift closed.

  …

  Chase

  Sasha’s still in my arms, asleep on my chest when I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing from inside my pants pocket across the room.

  I’m surprised I didn’t squeeze her to death like a boa c
onstrictor in my sleep. The first few times I drifted off, I startled awake having nightmares about the accident, thinking that last night was just a dream.

  It was real. I know because the goddamn phone keeps ringing until I have a headache and Sasha rolls over and covers her head with her pillow, making me crack a smile.

  Figuring it must be important if they’re that damn persistent, and since only my brothers and parents have my number, I finally force myself to leave the warm heaven that is my childhood bed and walk naked over to the pile of clothing in the floor. The phone is ringing again as I pull it out of my jean pocket, Torin’s name lit up on the screen.

  “What?” I answer as I walk out in the hallway so that I won’t bother Sasha.

  “Where the hell are you?” Torin growls.

  “Why?” I ask rather than tell him my location. He wants to keep shit from me; well, I can do the same.

  “Get your ass back to the clubhouse now!” he orders before hanging up on me.

  Fuck.

  It’d be easy to say to hell with him and crawl back in the bed with Sasha, if he was just my brother. But he’s also our MC president, and I’m pretty sure it was that version of him calling. If I start blowing him off, it looks bad for the club, so I’ll cave and go.

  Grabbing a quick shower and changing into some of my old jeans and tee in my bedroom, I sit down to tie my boots up. Once my cut is back on, I’m ready to go.

  There’s no way I’m leaving Sasha here by herself, though, so I step into the hallway to call Abe.

  “What the fuck man?” he grumbles when he eventually answers. “Do you know what fucking time it is?”

  “Time for you to get up and do me a favor,” I reply with a grin.

  He curses and mumbles some unintelligible shit before he finally asks, “What do you want?”

  “Can you come out to the farmhouse? Sasha’s here, and Hector Cruz is after her, trying to get to me.”

  “Fuck,” he replies.

  “Yeah. And Torin wants me at the clubhouse. Are you there?”

  “Yep, and I think I just heard him shouting at someone right before you called.”

  “That was probably me,” I say. “Anyway. Get here as soon as you can.”

  “Let me take a piss, and I’m on my way.”

  “Thanks, Abe,” I tell him.

  While I wait, I call to check in with the prospects. Holden doesn’t answer, so I try Maddox.

  “Yo, Chase, man. Torin is on the rampage. He told us to get back to the clubhouse, so we’re about to walk in.”

  “Okay,” I reply. “I’m on my way too, so I’ll take the heat off of you.”

  “Appreciate it,” Maddox replies.

  “Any problems last night?” I ask.

  “Nope.”

  “Good,” I say before I hang up.

  Back in the bedroom, the sheets have come down to Sasha’s waist, revealing her long blonde hair trailing down her bare back and just a hint of her tit since she’s lying on her stomach with the pillow still on her head. Covering her back up, I squat down, eye level with her face and lift the pillow to kiss her on the neck, just below her ear. That has her squirming and moaning instantly, like I knew it would. And while I don’t have time to take care of her right now, you can bet your ass I will as soon as I get back. In the meantime, I want to leave her with the reminder of last night and all the good things to come later.

  “Mornin’, sweetheart,” I tell her softly as she starts to blink her eyes open. I brush the hair from out of her face so she can see.

  “Why are you up…and…have you had a shower?” she asks. “What time is it?”

  “Early. Go back to sleep. I’ve got to go to the clubhouse, but Abe’s on his way here to stay with you.”

  “Okay,” she agrees, rather than argue that she doesn’t need a babysitter. Shit is too risky right now. And while I can’t figure out any way that they would find us here, I’m not taking any chances.

  “I’ll be back soon and make you breakfast,” I promise.

  “Good,” Sasha says.

  When I hear Abe’s bike rumbling down the road, I give her a quick kiss on the lips and then head down the steps to the front door to let him in.

  Killing the engine, Abe says, “You look like you had a better night than me.”

  “What happened?” I ask, noticing his face is bruised and cut up.

  “Couple of Aces assholes came into Avalon and started messing with the girls. Took a few of us to help Cooper and Miles get ’em out, but not without it coming to blows.”

  “Jesus,” I mutter. “What the hell were those assholes thinking?” I ask. They’re brazen as fuck selling their crank on our streets, but blatantly coming into one of the businesses they know is owned by the Savage Kings is suicidal.

  “Don’t know,” Abe replies. “A few of them caused a fight over at the Iron Carousel too. Dalton and Reece handled it without needing backup.”

  “They’re getting too fucking brave,” I tell him. “And I think Hector Cruz is behind their confidence. If he’s backing them, they think they’re untouchable.”

  “Shit’s getting fucked sideways,” Abe agrees with a shake of his head. “So, what’s with the reporter?”

  “We’re back together,” I tell him. “Keep your eyes and hands off of her.”

  He holds his palm up in the air in surrender. “You know I wouldn’t try and fuck with your girl. I’ve seen your ink. I get it, brother.”

  “Good,” I tell him. “Call me if you need me. I should be back soon.”

  “Got it,” he agrees before he goes inside, and I climb in my truck.

  Abe is one of the few guys I would trust alone with Sasha. I know she’ll be in good hands with him.

  The Savage Asylum is still closed this early, so I unlock the doors, punch in my security code to the clubhouse, and jog down the stairs to find Torin.

  “What the hell have you done?” he barks from his seat at the table at me when I step into the room. The two prospects are standing there like scolded children since they haven’t earned the right to sit in one of our chairs yet.

  “Well, let’s see,” I say as I walk around to take my seat on Torin’s right. Leaning back, I stroke my hand over my beard and tell him from the beginning. “I wrestled with an asshole Trooper in his pool, and he didn’t wake up. He was working for Hector, by the way. Also, he was planning to kidnap Sasha to get to me, so he could kill me,” I explain. “Then, when I got to Sasha’s house the next night, there were two fuckers watching her, so I lured them into the house and took them out before they could put a bullet in me.”

  “Three more dead bodies means Hector is gonna come at us with everything he has!” Torin roars. His face is blood red, and I’m pretty sure he wants to throttle me right fucking here.

  “Let’s not fucking forget how this all started,” I remind him.

  “By you losing your fucking temper and killing one of his guys and hurting two others on the highway!” my brother bellows.

  “Do you really want them to hear this?” I ask, pointing over at the prospects.

  “Get out!” Torin yells at them, and they leave, closing the door behind them.

  “You’re making shit worse, Chase. You can’t keep going around killing everyone you think deserves it,” Torin starts, his jaw clenching between every sentence. “This woman is making you lose your shit and jeopardize this club.”

  “That woman is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I lost her for ten years, and now I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, just like you would do for Kennedy.”

  “Exactly!” Torin exclaims.

  “What does that mean?” I ask through narrowed eyes. “What does this shit with Hector have to do with Kennedy?”

  “Goddamn it,” he mutters before he gets to his feet to pace. The more he does that, the more I worry that things truly are out of control, and he just won’t admit it. Usually, Torin is calm, cool-headed. Now, he’s starting to look fucking frazzle
d. “Hector’s got me by the fucking balls, okay? And every time I start to think I’m gonna be free of him, he squeezes even tighter.”

  “Fuck, Torin. What’s he got on you?”

  “He’s blackmailing me,” he answers, making my fist clench with the urge to smash them into the fucker’s face.

  “With what?” I ask.

  Torin shakes his head, refusing to answer.

  “Bro, you know I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”

  “It’s something that would ruin me. That’s all you need to know,” he replies as he scrubs his hands over his face and starts pacing again.

  “So, Hector is fucking you over, and he wants me dead. There’s a simple solution to this problem…”

  “Fuck, I wish it was that easy,” Torin says with a heavy sigh as he looks at the ceiling. “He warned me that if he dies, there’s someone else who has the tape and will release it.”

  “What fucking tape?” I ask.

  “One that will take everything from me,” Torin answers.

  “It can’t be that bad,” I tell him. I know my brother; he doesn’t put a toe across the line unless he absolutely has to. Whatever he did can’t be that damn bad.

  “Look, let me handle this, okay?” Torin asks. “I make the decisions, and you follow them. You hate any fucking responsibility, which is why you refused to take the gavel, so leave the important shit to me.”

  “You’re right. I’ve never had any interest in leading. That’s all on you. But you’re hiding shit from everyone. All those plates you’re spinning are gonna come crashing down on your head real soon. I think the pressure is getting to you and you’re scared to do what needs to be done.”

  “Just give me a few days,” Torin says. “If I have to kill Hector, then I will. But I’m trying to figure a way out of this without spilling any more blood. Don’t you think you’ve done enough of that?”

  “I did what was necessary to keep Sasha safe and keep me alive. I won’t apologize for it,” I tell him. “Now, I still have to watch my back and Sasha’s. I can’t do that shit forever. You keep waiting around, doing nothing, and you’re gonna get me killed. Eventually, Hector will get the drop on me and put a bullet in my head. When he does, that’s on you,” I tell Torin before I get up from the table and walk out.