Spades: Motorcycle Club Romance (Savage Saints MC Book 5)

by Hazel Parker

  “You are a good man, Richard,” my father said. “I misjudged you. I vow to do my best not to interfere in your relationship.”

  “And I, in turn, vow never to give you a reason to interfere,” Richard said.

  “I know you won’t, Richard. I know you won’t.”

  * * *

  It took a little longer to clear out than we had expected, just because the police had to interrogate us and ask us a few questions. Though my parents headed to the hospital just moments after, we wound up staying and talking to the cops for another twenty minutes before we finally got on the bike.

  But Lord, when I finally did get on Richard’s bike, I didn’t think I’d ever felt happier and freer in my life than at that moment. Just an hour or so before, the motorcycle had stood for something very different—a loss of dignity, a loss of self, and even possibly a loss of life. And yet here I was now, giddily laughing while I held on to Richard’s tight body.

  My dad was right to recognize that it wasn’t the motorcycle that made the man; it was the man that made the man. Both Scar and Richard, in fact, owned Harleys, and though I didn’t know the first thing about individual models, they all felt the same. And yet, for all the power both commanded over their rides, they could not have felt more different.

  I held onto Richard for protection, yes, but also because I was drawn to him. I loved him—I didn’t feel guilty about saying that. Was it early? Maybe. I knew I hadn’t said those three words to anyone except my college boyfriend, and that took me eight months to say.

  But that boyfriend had never saved my life. The most he’d done was comfort me while I was sick. In the span of just a couple of weeks, Richard had shown a level of care that was only matched, of all people, by my father. And Richard managed to do it without the overbearing, controlling nature that my father sometimes wielded over my life.

  When we pulled up to my house, I took a second to run inside and collapse to the couch. I wanted to relish the simple things—still having my sanity. Still having my dignity. Still having the ability to rest on my couch without flashing back to what had happened. I’d surely remember this day for as long as I lived, but instead of a dark, disturbing ending that would have scarred me for life, I had the happy ending that saw my man rescue me from the clutches of the devil. The angel had won.

  “You OK?” Richard said as he entered the house and shut the door.

  “Oh yeah,” I said, giving two thumbs up. “I’ve just… I don’t know if you know this, but I’ve had a really wild day.”

  “Really?” Richard said as he took off his boots and his jacket. “Tell me about it.”

  “Well, you ever see those movies where the girl gets captured, and the knight has to make a daring rescue?”

  “Hmm, well, I’m not much of a movie guy, but I know what you’re talking about.”

  “Oh, well, I had an experience like that today,” I said, sitting up and kicking my heels off. “And you know what? It wasn’t a knight in shining armor, but it was a badass on a shining bike that saved me.”

  “Sounds like quite the gentleman,” Richard said as he stood before me, his hand extended. “What’s his name?”

  I crawled forward on the couch as if moving to take his hand… only to instead grab at his belt and start unbuckling it.

  “Richard Peters,” I said seductively. “And by the way, in case you think I’ve forgotten what was supposed to go down when you were first supposed to come here…”

  “Are you sure?” Richard asked, even as I continued to work to remove his pants. “With the day you’ve had, I would understand if you want something more low-key or more—”

  “Hey,” I said as I whipped his belt out, snapping it before his face. “Shut up. I know exactly what I want.”

  “You’re sure?” he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. “Because you let me do what I want, and you may just not be sure of what hit you.”

  “Richard, don’t make me tell you again,” I said as I unbuttoned his pants. “I—”

  He was a man of his word.

  He grabbed me, lifted me up, and pulled me in for a kiss. Oh, fuck, I loved how he took control like that!

  I had no weird feelings about it. This was very different from anything Scar would have done—that was entirely involuntary, and I had no control. This was entirely submissive, and there was only one thing I needed to establish.

  “The safe word,” I gasped, “is Saint.”

  Richard nodded. He then continued to kiss me, leading me by the neck and pushing me up against the wall. He ripped—and I mean literally ripped—my dress and underwear, getting me naked within seconds. Though my hands were free, I felt like I had no control over my own body. I was entirely Richard’s to do as he pleased—which, it turned out, meant pleasing me.

  Still holding me against the wall, he went to his knees and started to lick and suck on my pussy. I was already soaking wet, and now I was practically dripping with pleasure. I put one leg over his shoulder as my other leg shook and quivered, barely able to withstand the onslaught of pleasure rushing through my body. I grabbed his head with both hands, as much a way to balance myself as to show my affection for him.

  His cunnilingus was far more aggressive than before. His tongue moved rapidly and quickly, his sucking was forceful, and his fingers went in me with such aggression that I screamed when he got them in.

  “Richard! Oh, my God!”

  But that didn’t stop him. Instead, it encouraged him to become more aggressive. His free hand squeezed my thigh, then ran up my body and pinched my breasts. Oh, how I cried, how I moaned, and how I gasped!

  The first orgasm hit basically within two minutes. I usually didn’t orgasm standing up, but the sheer force with which Richard attacked my pussy made that all but impossible. My legs tightened around his head when I came, but that only seemed to encourage him to go harder.

  When he rose, he pushed my face into the wall, kissing my lips and putting pressure on me. My hands worked to grab his cock and furiously stroked, not even yet getting his boxers off. I looked down at his thick cock as he bit my neck, and I started to go down.

  But before I got all the way down, he again grabbed me and lifted me up.

  “You do it my way,” he growled. “I’m in charge here.”

  Oh, fuck yes, you are.

  He spun me around and slapped my ass hard with both hands, leaving red marks on my cheeks. He came up behind and pinched both breasts. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut.

  Then, only briefly, he took a step back so he could get inside me.

  But that was just the prelude to some of the most aggressive pounding I had ever taken in my life. I put my hands on the wall, again to support myself, knowing that my legs were bound to give out at any moment. My ass shook, my tits bounced, and guttural moans were the only thing that came from my throat. His thick, long, bulging cock filled me in its entirety.

  I wanted his cum. I wanted it to fill me. I’d live with whatever consequences came my way. I wasn’t on the pill, but with Richard, that didn’t matter. I’d found my man and fuck whatever fears there may have been. If I got pregnant, there was no one I’d rather have as the father than Richard.

  “Oh, fuck, Richard,” I managed to get out at one point, to which he just responded with more grunts.

  Then, somehow, he reached forward and moved me to the stairs. He grabbed me as he continued to ram me from behind, and the lightheaded high that followed was among the best that I had ever felt in my life. Orgasm number two hit then, and it hit so hard that I was on the verge of uttering the safe word.

  But whether by coincidence or by Richard paying attention, he let up ever so slightly, letting me catch my breath… before he carried me up the stairs, pressed me again against the wall, but this time with me facing him.

  “I fucking love you,” he growled as he put himself inside me.

  He must have pulled himself out and inserted himself at least three times by that point, and yet every
time he reentered, it was like a renewed rush of pleasure. I could feel his cock swelling and knew he wasn’t for much longer, but that didn’t fucking matter. The previous ten minutes or so of sex had blown my mind. I was going to feel sore just in the immediate aftermath.

  “I want your fucking cum, Richard,” I said. “Come inside me, baby, yeah, yeah!”

  Richard responded with the kind of deepening, more intense grunting that came when he was just right on the edge. Just a few more thrusts…

  “Fucking come, Richard,” I said. “Give it to me!”

  “Fuck! Natasha! Oh, fuck, so close!”

  “Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop, don’t—”

  A surprise third orgasm washed over me just as I felt his cock pulse, swell, and explode inside of me. I felt the warm rush of his seed running up in me, and I moaned at both the pleasure of my own orgasm and the sensational feeling of his cock coming into me. I bit into his neck as I quivered all over, more relying on the wall and Richard’s arms to hold me up than my own body.

  When we finally both came down, I couldn’t stand on my own two feet. I gently slid to the ground, naked and on my carpet. Richard stood in place, standing like a statue, his cock slowly coming down from full stiffness.

  “My God,” I said, catching my breath.

  My entire body felt like it had just had a week-long vacation at the world’s greatest spa and massage parlor. None of my muscles flared; they all seemed to perfectly settle into some gentle, relaxed state. They no longer quivered or shook, for that required energy—instead, they remained at ease.

  “Richard…”

  Not even my vocal cords seemed to have much energy, as I found myself panting just to say Richard’s name. He finally squatted down and sat by me, though his own body seemed to struggle to support his own weight.

  And then he rolled over, found my lips, and gave a kiss I could barely pucker my lips up to.

  “I’m not going to stop loving you until the day you die.”

  “Aww, Richard—”

  “And even then, I’ll keep loving you,” he said. “You know why?”

  “Why?”

  I still didn’t have the physical energy to move my body, but my mind was alert, curious, yearning, and excited to hear what Richard would say.

  “Because in all my life, I have never met someone whom I clicked with so quickly and so easily,” he said. “I have never met someone whom I had chemistry with in every sense of the word. I have never met someone whom I could take on any type of date and have her be happy. But for all these nevers, none matters as much as the simple fact that I had never met you before this.”

  I cooed and almost cried at the sweetness of his words.

  “I’m sorry I punched your father in the face, but—”

  I laughed. I mean, how ridiculous did that sound? Who else did I know that had fought their girlfriend’s fathers in the literal sense of the word to have their love? I sure didn’t.

  “Sorry, just… it’s all crazy.”

  “It is,” Richard said with a chuckle. “But the craziness is what makes this special. Think of all we’ve gotten through and all we’ve survived to get to this point. And yet here we are, still together.”

  He gave me another kiss.

  “If we can get through what we did, I know we can get through anything else,” Richard said. “So that’s why I said that I’ll keep loving you. Because there’s nothing that’s going to ever prevent me from loving you.”

  “Oh, baby.”

  Finally, his words giving me the strength, I sat up and kissed him. I held his cheeks with my hands, making sure I gave him the fullest kiss possible. If I could, I would have frozen time and held that kiss forever.

  “There’s nothing that’s going to stop me from loving you, either.”

  And so it was and would be, I knew. We’d had instant chemistry, survived seemingly insurmountable obstacles, overcome a literal near-death experience, and found ourselves still together. This was not just a beautiful moment.

  It was a beautiful beginning of what I felt was sure to be happily ever after.

  Epilogue

  “I understand. Thanks for talking to me. Hopefully we can talk again soon.”

  I hung up the phone shortly after, standing in the meeting room just a few days after our run-in with the Sinners and my full confession of love to Natasha. We were now officially dating, as if that was something that needed to be handled. In the world of Natasha and Richard, things were absolutely perfect.

  But in the world of the Sinners, we had some issues we needed to address. They were going to come after us with much more aggression; knowing Scar, such strikes were not only inevitable, but coming very soon. We’d gotten lucky in that Scar had not struck at us since the attempted robbery of the Sokolov house, but I knew we couldn’t rely on there being delays much longer. Their attacks were going to become better coordinated; their men were going to be better trained, and their plans were going to become more ambitious.

  We had held our funeral for Black Falcon on Tuesday, skipping our normal evening of celebration for a day of mourning and appreciating what he had done. The search had begun for a fifteenth member, a search that usually began with a list of interested people whom we said we’d reach out to when the time was right. But I couldn’t help but wonder if we would soon need to also look for a sixteenth, a twentieth, maybe even a fiftieth member. The club had always thrived on the tradition of being small and intimate, but changing times mandated a changing approach.

  For now, though, I was content to keep our group at fifteen. I also had what I hoped was a kind of an ace in the hole, but the phone call I had just made told me that I needed to do some work. It wasn’t going to just materialize as I had imagined it would.

  Fortunately, I had the courage and the support of Natasha to help me get through such hard work.

  I heard someone enter first, and, expecting Mama, I chortled.

  “Aren’t you happy you don’t have to worry about my love life anymore?” I said.

  “Uh, wow, I didn’t worry about it in the first place.”

  I turned and had my jaw drop when I saw Barber standing there with a chuckle.

  “Dude, my bad.”

  “Don’t be worried,” he said. “As it is right now, I’ve got my eye on someone. I think… I think it might be someone.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I said.

  And then I remembered Barber’s tendencies.

  “It’s one of our girls, isn’t it?”

  Barber, taking a deep breath, said, “Well…”

  “Say no more,” I said with a laugh. “You know the rules. Just be good to her and treat her well.”

  “I know, I’m aware,” Barber said. “I’m not Dom.”

  “Say what?” Dom said, walking in.

  “Not with that approach!” Pork yelled before Mama slapped him from behind.

  “I can see that the club is back to its normal ways,” I said with a laugh, but I really appreciated that fact.

  Because with the challenge ahead of us with the Degenerate Sinners, we had to be on top of our game and as cohesive as we’d ever been. Without that cohesiveness, we’d get run over by numbers alone.

  “Alright, you said you had some news, Richard?” Mama said.

  “I do,” I said as everyone took their seats.

  I took a deep breath.

  “I’ve reached out to the Savage Saints in Green Hills for help.”

  Accidental Forever (Sneak Peak)

  Chapter 1: Jessica

  Jessica had been sitting in the lobby for over half an hour with nearly twenty other girls around her age waiting for the chance to audition for a role that she didn’t even want. She’d already cycled through her normal pre-audition doubts. How will I pay my rent this month if I don’t land this job? What if I’m not a good enough actor to get a better role than this? Why did I pick this outfit when I know peach washes me out? Why did I study for four years in college if I’m still not goi
ng to get the jobs I want?

  Before she could open up the job site that she frequently looked at but never quite got up the nerve to use to leave show business behind forever, a short man with a clipboard stepped into the lobby from a hallway.

  “Jessica?” he called, and she gathered up her portfolio and stood.

  “That’s me,” she said, forcing a smile for the man and dropping it as soon as he turned around expressionlessly.

  “You know the drill,” he assumed. “The auditioners have your resume and your headshots. Here’s your script,” he said, handing her a short monologue, “and they’ll tell you when to start singing.” Jessica paled.

  “Singing?” she echoed incredulously. “I didn’t know this was a singing role. I don’t know how to read music; I don’t sing.”

  The short man rolled his eyes, his expression mean and uncaring. “Well,” he shrugged, “that ain’t my problem.” She must’ve looked particularly distraught, because just before he opened the door, he hummed a little tune, so quietly she almost couldn’t hear it. “I’ve heard it like fifteen times today,” he sighed. “Good luck.” Desperately playing it over and over in her head, she thanked him and walked through the open door to stand in front of three other men, all in cheap suits, sitting at a long table. None of them looked up at her when she entered.

  “I’m Jessica Owens,” she began, pausing for a greeting that didn’t come. “I’m twenty-three, graduated from University of—”

  “We’ve got your resume, sweetheart,” one of the men said in a tone dripping with condescension. “You can just go ahead and begin whenever you’d like.”

  Jessica flushed bright pink, hoping that her embarrassment wouldn’t be too obvious, and began to read the paper she’d been handed at the door with put-on, chipper enthusiasm.

  “Juniper brand frozen fish sticks are the only kind that this choosy mom buys for her hungry teenagers. With real, GMO-free ingredients, Juniper is—”

  “That’s good,” the second man cut her off. She looked up and smiled, which he didn’t return, and nodded. “Now for the singing.” Jessica took a deep breath and sang the jingle, barely managing to keep the grimace of embarrassment out of her voice as she trilled quickly through the song.