Saving Savannah (Haven Book 3)

by Laylah Roberts

  She groaned as she felt Max enter her. She felt a slight stretching; it had been a while, after all. But she needed him. Her pussy continued to pulse from the orgasm he’d just given her.

  He drove her up and down his shaft, his face tense with need, his eyes almost glittering as they held her gaze. “You have no idea how good you feel.”

  “Oh, about as good as you feel inside me, I’d say. Damn it, Max. Faster.” Her desire was rising again.

  Another hand reached around and flicked her clit. Logan pressed up behind her, kneeling on the floor. He continued to tap his finger on her nub. A gentle movement that soon had her moaning.

  Max squeezed her nipples, and her thirst for him ballooned.

  “I’m coming, baby. I’m coming!” He gave a shout as he pressed up, filling her. She loved watching him at this moment. He was so unguarded, so free, all his worries disappeared, and he was just Max. Her Max.

  As he settled back down, she patted his chest, circling his nipple with her finger.

  “Jesus, love, I’m sorry I couldn’t wait for you to come with me,” he said regretfully.

  She leaned in and kissed him, nipping at his lip before dipping her tongue into his mouth. “I’m not. That was freaking hot.”

  “Besides, now she gets to come around my dick,” Logan stated. “Come here, darlin’.”

  Logan pulled Savannah off Max, figuring he’d had enough time with their wife. They both worked hard not to get jealous, although neither of them was perfect. But they wouldn’t change anything about their relationship, it was everything they’d ever wanted

  Still, Logan’s patience had run out. He was ready to feel her pussy around his hard dick.

  He hurried up the stairs with her in his arms.

  “Easy, tiger, I’m not going anywhere.” She patted his chest gently.

  He forced himself to place her on the bed gently when what he most wanted to do was throw her down and fuck her. Hard. Fast. Over and over.

  Easy, man. She needs gentle. He made himself pause, catch his breath. He tried to calm the deep hunger flooding through him. Holding her in his arms as she’d orgasmed had almost had him coming then and there. It had taken a mammoth amount of control to let Max lead her away, to watch his brother take her. Christ, he was so hard he was pretty certain he’d come as soon as he entered her.

  “Logan.” She held her arms out. “Come love me.”

  “Just give me a minute.”

  He’d have more control if he waited a moment.

  But she shook her head and knelt. “Come here.”

  He narrowed his gaze at her. “No.” He called the shots here. Not her.

  She pouted. “Well, if you’re not going to love me then I guess I’ll just have to take care of myself. Like I’ve been doing for the past few weeks.”

  He took in a sharp breath. She wouldn’t, would she?

  “You telling us you’ve been masturbating while we’ve been sleeping in the same room as you?” Max asked from where he leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.

  She shrugged and ran her hand down her stomach, burying her fingers in her pussy. Oh, hell, no, she wouldn’t. Her eyes fluttered closed as she spread her legs. A dreamy expression crossed her face as she moved her hand. Fuck, she was fingering herself.

  Logan stormed over to the bed. “You want a fucking orgasm, you come to us.”

  “Or if you’re going to play with yourself, it’s under our direction, where we can watch,” Max added, moving closer. “But right now, you’re going to take Logan inside you and give him the best damn ride of his life.”

  Hell, yes, she was.

  Savannah had to hide a grin. Did she feel bad about her little, white lie?

  Nah. Not at all.

  Not if it got Logan to get his ass into gear and fuck her. She could tell he was still worried about hurting her but she knew that was the last thing either of them would ever do.

  With a face full of thunder, he stormed forward and gently pushed her onto her back, looming over her. “You are in such trouble.”

  She bit her lip. There was her big, bad bear. He leaned over her, kissing her. The only part of him that touched her was his lips, but that was enough to have her pleasure growing. She reached up and linked her hands behind his neck, throwing herself into the kiss.

  He pulled back with a gasp, his face intense, focused.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  She smiled. It had taken a while to learn how to take their compliments without denying them. Years of having her mother pick at her appearance from her hair to her clothing choices to her curvy butt had really done a number on the way she viewed herself.

  Maybe she should have been in therapy a long time ago.

  Then Logan sucked one nipple into his mouth, and all thoughts of therapy fled. Max lay down on her other side, running his hand up and down her stomach. He pulled away each time he got close to her pussy, and it wasn’t long until she was thrusting her hips up, begging him silently to touch her there.

  “Insatiable,” he told her with a wink.

  “When it comes to the two of you there is no such thing as enough,” she told him breathlessly as Logan kissed his way over her stomach. He swirled a finger around her clit then dipped it down further, pressing it inside her.

  “So wet. So hot.”

  She arched up as Max rubbed his finger over her tight nub while Logan pressed another finger deep inside her.

  More. She needed more.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “Please what?” Max asked. “Tell us what you want.”

  “Logan. Inside me. I want him to take me. I want him to fuck me.”

  Logan moved up, rolling onto his back. “Climb up, darlin’.”

  She sat up and bit her lip, staring down at him. His eyebrows came together with a small frown. “Savannah? What is it? Are you scared?”

  “What? No. It’s just . . .” Ask for what you want, Savannah. “Could we, would you . . .”

  “Darlin’, just spit it out. I’m dying here.” He wrapped his hand around his cock, squeezing it. “If I don’t get inside you soon then it’s going to be all over.”

  “I want you to take me. To fuck me.”

  Logan looked confused for a moment then his expression cleared. “You sure?”

  “Oh, yeah. I love it when you take charge.”

  She didn’t have to ask him twice. Yeah, he still had reservations about scaring her, but he glanced over at Max, who nodded. His brother would keep an eye on Savannah, make sure she was okay.

  Logan leaned over her, watching her closely to make sure there was no panic. But she just stared up at him a small smile on her face. He kissed her gently as he pushed his way into her tight passage.

  Oh, God. It was just as he suspected. He wouldn’t last long.

  He pulled back then thrust deeply. Pulling away from her kiss, he moved hard and fast. She clenched down on him, and he had to pause, his control shot.

  “Damn. Damn, that feels too good. Max, I need your help.” He drew back, kneeling and drawing her up, so she was half lying on his lap and half on the bed. Max tapped her clit with his finger as Logan pushed in and out of her pussy. Her head rolled back and forth on the bed, her hands grabbing hold of the bed covers.

  “I’m close. Real close. You’re coming with me, darlin’,” Logan ordered. “Come. Now!”

  She screamed, pulsing around him and sending him flying over the edge.

  Fuck yeah.

  Chapter Eight

  Savannah moved around the kitchen, tidying up. The kitchen was at the back of the house and looked out over the rolling hills. She loved this land; she had since the moment Max and Logan had first brought her here. They were so eager to show her the land they owned and nervous she wouldn’t like it. She could tell that from the way they kept apologizing over the state of the place, how it needed a few repairs.

  Max had been quick to reassure her things wouldn’t always b
e like this. That they had plans to make a success of the ranch.

  She sighed. Something was worrying Max. That was becoming more and more evident. She’d have thought it had something to do with her if she hadn’t noticed him closing Logan out as well. Whatever was going on with him, Logan wasn’t any more clued in than she was. And that really worried her.

  The only place he wasn’t closed off was in the bedroom. Well, not just in the bedroom. Wherever they were making love. Whether that was the bedroom, the shower, even the kitchen this morning. She fanned herself as she remembered Max bending her over the table to give her a few sharp smacks when she’d made some disparaging remarks about herself. Then he’d proceeded to fuck her. He hadn’t even completely stripped their clothes off, just pulled up her skirt, dragged down her panties, and entered her. Delicious.

  She grabbed a glass out of the dishwasher and reached up to place it in the cupboard. Ever since she’d moved in here, she’d been planning on moving the glasses down to a cupboard where she didn’t have to stretch on to tiptoe. No time like the present. Savannah grabbed a step stool and started moving the glasses to the counter. She’d decide where to put them after she’d gotten them all down.

  Her mind drifted as she performed the mindless task. She needed to think about going back to work. She couldn’t spend her days rearranging things in the house.

  She just hoped she had a career to go back to. Lila had emailed all her clients and explained she’d had to take some unexpected time off, but she wouldn’t blame them if they never used her again. That was the problem with being a freelance graphic designer. It gave her flexibility, but she was also responsible for everything. But if she had to build up her client base again, she would.

  A loud ringing startled her. She gasped, the glass in her hand slipping to the floor with a smash as she grabbed hold of the stool, her heart racing.

  The phone rang. “Greensleeves.” How could such a monster like “Greensleeves”? Savannah stared at him through blurry eyes as he pulled the phone from his pocket. What the hell? Her teeth chattered, her arms burned as her weight started to pull on them. She was exhausted, she was in agony, and she was so damn scared.

  And he was calmly answering the phone just like everything was normal.

  “Yes, sweetheart . . . no, the usual. . . I tell you what, when I get home I’ll take you out to that Thai place you like . . . bye . . . Love you too.”

  Thai? Love you?

  Who was he talking to? And did they have any idea of the sort of monster he was?

  He turned back to her, and her shaking increased. Oh, God. Oh, God.

  “Apologies for the interruption, my dear. My girlfriend gets lonely when I’m away on business.”

  Savannah gasped, her body trembling as her gaze shot around the room. Where was she? Where was that asshole? Was he coming back for her? She whimpered, dropping to the floor and pulling her legs up against her chest. Her heart pounded as nausea bubbled in her stomach.

  She didn’t know how long she sat there before the ringing of the phone brought her fully back to the present.

  The kitchen. Her house. She’d been moving the glasses into a different cupboard. She glanced around and saw the smashed glass on the floor.

  Shit.

  She’d need to tidy that up before one of her men came in and freaked out. They were starting to leave her alone for longer stretches but they were never far away and they checked in on her often.

  Why had that happened now? She’d heard the phone ring dozens of times since she’d been taken, and she’d never once had a flashback.

  As she stared down at the smashed glass her fear morphed into anger.

  How dare he do this to her? That bastard! How dare he torture and terrorize her then talk to his girlfriend as though nothing was wrong? As though he was a loving boyfriend!

  Maybe he had been. Maybe he’d hidden that side of himself so well his girlfriend had no idea what a monster he was.

  Furious with him and with her own helplessness to stop him, Savannah picked up a glass and turning, threw it against the wall.

  Breathing heavily, she stared at the broken glass.

  Fuck.

  She clenched her hands into fists and screamed. “Fuck you!”

  Surprisingly, she actually felt better. The phone rang again, and she raced into the office.

  “Yeah,” she half-snarled.

  Nothing.

  Oh, no. Hell, no. She wasn’t putting up with this. She didn’t know if this was the same person as from the other day or not and she didn’t care.

  “Fuck off!” she screamed at them. “You fucking call here again, asshole, I’ll fucking tear your ear drum apart!” She slammed the phone down. Then realized she had to push end.

  Crap. That wasn’t nearly as satisfying.

  ***

  Savannah sat down on the sofa and snuggled into Logan. She knew she had to tell them about the flashback. And the phone calls.

  “I’ve got something to speak to you both about.” Max paced in front of the television. Savannah glanced up at Logan who leaned back and pulled her even closer.

  “Finally. Been wondering what the hell your problem is.”

  Max glared at him. “I have to go away for a while.”

  Alarm filled her. Away? Away from where? She sat up straight. “Why? What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong.” His glare faded as he smiled at her. “It’s for work.”

  “Work? What work?” Logan asked. “The ranch needs you here. We’re already behind.”

  “I’m doing another job. One to bring in money.”

  “Is this about all the overdue bills?” she asked.

  Max’s eyes narrowed. “You know about those?”

  She shrugged. “I was searching for something, and I found them in your drawer. I was going to ask you about them, but . . . well . . .”

  “Well what?” he asked.

  “You’ve always been a bit prickly about stuff like that.”

  “Stuff like what?”

  “Money and things. I didn’t want to make you feel bad because the ranch isn’t doing well.”

  Max took a deep breath in then let it out slowly. “I didn’t realize I was so prickly about money.”

  Logan snorted. “’Bout as prickly as a cactus. You’re so worried about failing us, failing the ranch, you push away the two people who want to help.”

  She gave Logan a surprised look, then smiled. “What he said.”

  Logan raised one eyebrow. “Are you mocking me?”

  “Nope. You just said it much better than I could have. And, well, maybe I am. Just a little.” She held her finger and thumb apart an inch.

  “Brat. You’ll pay for that.”

  “Can’t wait.” Her heartbeat increased at the promise in his gaze.

  He turned to Max. “What bills? And how come I haven’t heard about them?”

  “We’re a bit behind in making some payments.”

  She bit her lip. “Max.”

  He looked at her then sighed. “Fine. A lot behind. So behind that Atkinson’s offer to buy us out is looking pretty damn tempting.”

  “What? You’re not seriously considering it?” Logan stood, looking enraged.

  Uh-oh. She stood and grabbed hold of his arm.

  “You’ve got no right to make those sorts of decisions alone.”

  “I know that.” Max waved his arm at Logan. “I wouldn’t sell the ranch without talking to the two of you. Besides, I decided that even if we do sell, it won’t be to him. There’s something about that guy I don’t like.”

  Savannah swallowed heavily. “Are we going to have to sell? Are things that bad?”

  Max stood, his feet apart, his arms folded over his chest. It was his defensive position, when he knew he had a fight coming and had to stand his ground. She looked up at Logan, who was scowling at Max.

  “It can’t be that bad, or I would know, wouldn’t I?” Logan asked in a low, warning drawl.

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sp; She clasped his arm tighter. He wouldn’t do anything silly with her clinging to him—like punch Max in the nose.

  “I’m in charge of finances. It’s my responsibility.”

  “Last time I looked my name was on the deed to this place too. I have a right to know if we’re in trouble.”

  But the idea they might lose their home now sent panic swirling through her gut.

  “I convinced you to buy this place,” Max snapped back. “It was my idea. My plan. My fault if it fails.”

  “Bullshit! We’re in this together, Max. You seem to think you run the show around here. Well, you don’t. You don’t get to shield me from shit like this.”

  “You wouldn’t be in this position if it wasn’t for me.”

  “You seem to be under the illusion I’m stupid. Or that I need protecting like a child. I don’t. I knew the risks when I went into this.”

  “I don’t think you’re stupid. I never have. That’s Gary’s bullshit coming out.”

  “Yeah? And you’re so worried about doing our dad proud you take everything on yourself. You think you have to shelter us from everything.”

  “This is my fucking responsibility!”

  “Bull shit.” Logan took a step forward.

  “I’ll start work again,” Savannah blurted out.

  They turned to look at her. Logan blinked.

  “What?” Max asked.

  “I’ll go back to work. And I’ve got some money saved. We can pay some bills, and what I bring in will help. Might take a bit to get some of my clients back, but I’m sure I can manage. We can turn this around. We don’t have to sell the ranch.”

  “Baby.” Max sighed. “Thank you, but even if I’d allow you to push yourself like that, it’s going to take more than your income to get us out of this hole.”

  “Fuck, how bad are things?” Logan asked.

  “Bad, all right? Really bad. We need a lot of cash, fast. Which is why I’m doing a job for Travis Andrews.”

  “Like fuck you are!” Logan roared.

  Chapter Nine

  Savannah lay in bed, listening to Logan breathe. She wished she could go to sleep so easily. Logan had always had the ability to fall asleep instantly, no matter where he was or what was going on.