Saving Savannah (Haven Book 3)

by Laylah Roberts

  “Can I help, Sir?”

  He paused. Damned if hearing her call, him Sir didn’t make his cock throb even harder. He nodded, and she stood. She moved slowly, pulling off his shirt then moving her hands to the top of his jeans. She drew his jeans down his legs and then did the same with his boxers, tugging them over each foot. Once he was naked, she knelt at his feet, staring at his cock.

  “Sir, may I?”

  “Not tonight,” he told her. Christ, the way he felt right now, he’d come as soon as her lips were around his shaft. He sat on the bed and patted his lap. Her mouth dropped open slightly.

  “Over you go.”

  “Um . . .”

  “Savannah. Do you remember who’s in charge?” He made his voice firm.

  She stood, her reluctance clear. She had ten seconds to get over his lap before he turned the pleasurable spanking he had planned into a punishment one.

  “I just really don’t think I need that spanking anymore. I feel a lot more relaxed.”

  He rubbed his hand over her butt. “But I’m in control, so I get to decide what you need, don’t I?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Fuck, he wasn’t going to last long if she kept being so sweetly submissive. He’d never been into BDSM. All those whips and paddles and rules kind of turned him off. But hearing Savannah call him Sir, watching her submit so beautifully, now that was a fucking turn-on.

  He smacked his hand down sharply on her ass. He heard her gasp and felt her stiffen slightly. He made certain to cover her ass, turning it a delicious pink. His balls burned, the need to come was almost overwhelming.

  He paused when he heard her breath hitch then rubbed his hand over her ass. “Spread your legs apart.”

  “Sir?” She turned to look at him.

  He raised his eyebrows. “Did you not hear me?”

  “Oh, I heard you, I just . . . never mind.” She hastily turned back around and widened her legs. Smart girl.

  He ran his finger up and down her slit. She was wet. Very wet. Just as he thought she’d be. He flicked her clit a few times, felt her relax even further.

  Then he smacked her ass again.

  “Oh. Oh!” she cried out. “Shit!”

  He grinned. Yep, this was a hell of a lot of fun.

  Logan thrust two fingers deep inside her and she clenched around him. It wasn’t enough. She wanted him inside her. He pulled his fingers out. Thrust them deep again. Holy hell.

  Drawing them out, he smacked her ass again. The spanks were sharp and hard. These weren’t play spanks. But just as the pain was building, he’d pull back and tease her mercilessly.

  “Logan. Logan, please,” she begged.

  He rubbed her bottom. The heat filled her body, making her clit throb and ache. Oh, hell. Oh, hell.

  “What do you call me?”

  Oh, shit. Right.

  “Sir.”

  “Better. Much better.” He moved a finger down to her pussy, pushing just the tip inside her.

  The man was a freaking sadist.

  “Sir, please. I need more.” And from the feel of his hard cock pressing against her stomach, so did he.

  “More what? More spanking?”

  “No. I need your cock. Inside me.” In case he needed clarification. “Please, Sir.”

  “I do like hearing you beg. Especially when you call me Sir. And you have been a good girl, asking for what you need.”

  Did that mean she got to come? Now? He flipped her up and over his lap, so she was facing him, her legs straddled on either side of his hips. And then he was inside her. Deep. She squeezed him with her thighs, moving up and down his cock, cries escaping her. His wide hands surrounded her waist, guiding her movements. The thrusts grew faster, harder, each of them desperate to reach completion.

  “Come with me, Savannah. Come now.”

  “Yes. Oh, God.” She cried out, throwing her head back as he flicked her clit, and she came. He gave one final push then grunted his own satisfaction.

  When she came back to reality, he was lying back on the bed with her across his chest.

  “Wow.” It was the only word she could think to say.

  His chest moved up and down with silent laughter. “You got that right, darlin’.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  The terrified screams of horses woke him. Jumping out of bed, his heart racing, he ran to the window. For a moment, he couldn’t even comprehend what he was seeing. Then his brain kicked into gear, and he sprinted back to where he’d left his clothes the night before, pulling them on hastily.

  “What is it? What’s wrong?” Savannah asked, climbing out of bed and moving to the window. “Oh, my God, the barn’s on fire. The stables!”

  The barn was alight, black smoke filling the air. It was only a matter of time before the fire reached the stables next door.

  “I’ve got to get the horses out,” he said urgently. “Call 911.” He raced out the door. “And stay inside!”

  It wasn’t until he was outside and racing towards the stables that he realized those last three words were completely unnecessary.

  Well, at least he didn’t have to worry about Savannah getting hurt. She’d remain inside. Nice and safe.

  Savannah got dressed quickly, her heart racing. The poor horses. Maybe she should try to help Logan. But just the thought of going outside made her skin crawl and a cold sweat break out on her skin.

  No, the best thing she could do was call for help. She ran down the stairs and into the office, picking up the phone.

  “Put the phone down.”

  Savannah screeched and turned, dropping the phone. Heart racing, she stared into the corner of the room. “Who’s there?”

  A slim-built, older woman stepped out of the shadows of the room and walked towards her. Savannah stared in complete disbelief, a shiver of fear working its way through her body.

  “W-who are you?” she asked, her gaze locked on the gun the woman held in her hand. The gun was pointed straight at Savannah.

  “You can’t guess? Well, I am disappointed. Although I didn’t really hold much hope for your intellect. Or your taste.” The woman stared around the office with a sneer.

  Was she fucking kidding? She’d broken in, was holding a gun on Savannah, and she was seriously insulting her interior design skills? What was going on here?

  “I wasn’t exactly expecting a visitor. You’ll have to forgive me for being unprepared.” Although how one prepared to have a gun held on them, she had no idea.

  “I’m not here for a visit. I’m here for revenge. Still, don’t know who I am?”

  Savannah swallowed heavily. She was starting to get an idea.

  “I’m Alicia Michaels. Richard Stanton’s girlfriend.”

  Oh, my God. “What are you doing here?”

  “You ruined my life,” the other woman hissed. “You had to wreck everything, didn’t you? I had it all. Money, an influential partner, power. Now, I have nothing. I had no claim to Richard’s money. If there is anything left after his lawyer bills will go to his idiot son. Our so-called friends won’t accept my calls. Everyone has turned their back on me and I have nothing.”

  “I’m really sorry but I had nothing to do with any of that. Your boyfriend kidnapped me.”

  “Yes, that was a mistake. I don’t know why he took you. You look nothing like his precious Laken. Not like all those other girls did. Sluts.”

  “Wait. Do you mean you knew what he was doing?”

  “Of course, I knew. Who do you think helped him find all those girls? We were made for each other. He had needs I could help him fulfil and, in turn, he took care of me. And you took him from me.”

  “He kidnapped and terrorized me, and it’s my fault?” The bitch was delusional.

  “And you’re going to pay,” she continued as if she hadn’t heard Savannah at all. “Come, we’re leaving.”

  “I’m not going anywhere with you,” Savannah stated.

  “Yes, you are.” She waved the gun.

  Savannah’s mouth went dry as she stared at the other woman. A horse cried out.

  “I need to call for help, the horses—”

  The other woman smiled. It wasn’t a pretty smile.

  “You set the fire?” Savannah whispered. Maybe if she kept the other woman talking, Logan would eventually come back inside. Except he had his hands full with the horses.

  Sweet Jesus, help me.

  “Of course I set the fire, I had to get rid of that big ape of yours. While he’s busy in front, we’re going out the back.”

  Her breath came in fast pants. “I can’t go outside.”

  “You’ll go outside, or I’ll shoot you.”

  Savannah spun, her hand connecting with some papers on the desk, sending them flying.

  “Get. Moving.” The other woman stepped forward and pushed the barrel of the gun between her shoulder blades.

  Oh, God. Oh, God.

  As they got closer to the back door, her heartrate increased, sweat beaded on her forehead, and she went hot then cold.

  “Open the door. Open it.”

  The other woman’s voice barely penetrated the haze of panic surrounding her. She watched, almost as though she were separated from her own body, as her hand reached out and opened the door. Blackness circled her vision. She couldn’t catch her breath. She couldn’t . . . she couldn’t . . .

  Max yawned as he drove down the dirt road leading home. He probably should have spent the night at one of the airport motels and headed home in the morning. Then he could have had someone pick him up rather than renting a car, but he was too eager to get home and see Savannah. Damn, he missed her.

  Travis had offered him another job already, but he’d turned it down, telling the other man he wouldn’t be taking any more.

  As he turned into the long driveway, he frowned as he saw a car pulled over, nearly in the ditch. What the hell was someone doing parked out here? He pulled over and got out, and that’s when he smelled it. Smoke. He quickly checked the car. It was locked with no one inside. Jumping back into his car he raced towards the house.

  Panic filled him, his heart racing as he saw the smoke billowing up in the sky. As he drew closer, he could see the barn and stables were both on fire. He parked and jumped out.

  “Logan! Savannah!” He raced towards the stables as a terrified horse raced out. Logan stumbled out behind the horse.

  “Logan!” Max ran to his brother as Logan leaned over, coughing. “Are you okay? Where’s the fire department?”

  “Damned if I know.” Logan glanced up then ran his hand over his streaming eyes. His face was covered with soot.

  “Fuck! Your hands! They’re burned.” Max reached for Logan’s wrists, turning his hands over.

  “It’s nothing. I’ve got to try and contain this fire. Savannah’s calling 911, can you go check on her?”

  Max gave his hands one more look. He thought they seemed pretty bad, but he turned and ran into the house. “Savannah! Savannah!”

  No answer. That was strange.

  He quickly ran into the study and immediately spotted the papers strewn about. And the phone that was off its cradle. It didn’t have to mean anything, but when he called 911, they told him they had no record of a call from this address. Shit. He hung up and raced out of the office.

  “Savannah! Savannah, answer me now!” He ran into the kitchen, then the living room before heading towards the stairs. The back door was open. There could be all sorts of reasons it was open, but some instinct tugged at him, and he raced outside, staring around.

  Someone screamed. A woman. In the distance, he saw two people fighting. A gun fired. Then one of them hit the other and one dropped to the ground.

  Fuck.

  “Savannah! Savannah!”

  The person still standing didn’t move. They just stood over the person slumped on the ground. As he grew closer, they turned.

  “Max, you’re home,” Savannah said before she fell into his arms in a faint.

  ***

  Savannah groaned. Who was making all that noise? She rolled over, trying to go back to sleep. Just a few more hours.

  “Savannah? Savannah, wake up, honey.”

  Now she was dreaming she could hear Max’s voice. That was nice.

  “It’s not a dream, love. I’m here. Wake up now.” Warm hands grasped her shoulders and shook her.

  Not a dream. What did that mean?

  She shot up with a scream. Her body protested the quick movement. She stared around her, disorientated for a moment. Where was she? This looked like the living room, why was she in the living room? Max!

  “Max!” She threw herself against him, her arms tangling in the blanket she was wrapped in.

  “Whoa!” He grabbed her, holding her tightly against him. “Don’t move so fast. You just woke up.”

  “Max, you’re here! When did you get home? Oh, I’m so happy to see you!”

  “Is she awake? Is she all right? Damn it, I don’t need checking over, my hands are fine.”

  She looked up as Logan stepped into the room, a man in a paramedic uniform trailing him. Logan looked terrible. His clothes were dirty, his face covered in soot.

  “Sir, you’ve suffered severe burns on your hands. I need to tend to them.”

  Logan waved the man off as he stormed towards the couch, a scowl on his face. “Is she all right?”

  “I’m fine. Logan, what’s happened?” She heard a horse neigh, and she gasped as it all came back to her. “The fire. Are the horses all right? Are you?”

  She pushed at the blanket, wanting to go to Logan.

  “Lie still,” he grumbled at her. “I’m fine. So are the horses. I’m more worried about you.”

  “Sir,” the paramedic said.

  “I said I’ll be with you soon,” Logan snapped back.

  “You need to get those hands looked at, Logan,” Max said mildly.

  She blanched as she saw Logan’s hands. They were red and blistered. “Oh, God, those look so sore.”

  “They’re fine,” he snapped. “Are you okay? Did that bitch hurt you?”

  Hurt her? How could she have gotten hurt? She was in here the whole time, asleep. “Oh, fuck! Alicia! What happened to Alicia?”

  “Is that the woman you were fighting with?” Logan asked.

  She nodded. “She’s Stanton’s girlfriend. When I came down to the office to call 911, she was there waiting. She had a gun. She blamed me for everything.” She swallowed heavily.

  “Blamed you?” a calm voice asked, and she jumped, staring over at the doorway where Jake stood.

  She placed her hand on her chest.

  Logan turned to Jake. “Don’t frighten her.”

  “Sorry, Savannah. I thought you knew I was here. What did she say to you?”

  She licked her dry lips. “She said she was here for revenge. That I ruined her life. That everyone has turned their back on her, and she blamed me!” That still amazed her. “She knew what he was doing, that she even helped him find his victims.”

  She looked up at Logan, his face was filled with thunder. “She set the fire, Logan. To get you out of the house. Then she must have figured I’d come downstairs. She tried to force me out the back door. I told her I couldn’t leave, but she said she’d shoot me if I didn’t. But when I tried to open the door, I started to have a panic attack. She kept prodding me with that gun. I stumbled outside, I didn’t think I could, but I made myself move. And then, I just got so angry. How dare she do this to me? How could she set that fire? Before I could even think about it, I turned on her and grabbed for the gun.”

  “Fuck, she could have shot you!” Logan growled.

  “Yeah, well, I think I’ve changed my mind about learning to shoot. Not sure I ever want to touch another gun again.” She ran her hands up and down her arms, feeling chilled. “Where is she?”

  “One of my deputies is taking her to the hospital,” Jake said. “I wanted to talk to you first.”

  “Do you think she sent the letter and made those phone calls?”

  “I’d say it’s possible,” Jake told her. “I need to go take care of a few things. I’ll let you know when I have any updates. Logan, come and get those hands looked at.”

  Logan looked from her to Max. Max nodded in understanding. “I won’t take my gaze off her.”

  She looked after Logan worriedly. “Do you think he’s okay?”

  “He’ll be all right. He’s more upset over what happened to you.”

  “I’m fine.” She placed her hands over her face. “I can’t believe I fainted, though.”

  “After you fought her off and knocked her out cold. That’s pretty amazing.”

  He sat on the couch and pulled her gently onto his lap.

  “You’re home.”

  “I am, baby. And I’m not ever leaving again.”

  “I missed you so much. I love you.”

  He kissed the top of her head. “I love you as well.”

  “I was worried about you,” she admitted to him.

  He kissed the top of her head. “You don’t have to worry; I’m not going anywhere again. You get into too much trouble when I’m not around.”

  “Hey! This was not my fault.” She pulled back so she could see his face and he winked at her.

  She snuggled into his chest. He ran his hand up and down her back and despite the turmoil and terror she’d just gone through, she felt almost complete. All she needed was Logan.

  “Savannah?”

  “Yeah?”

  “What did Jake mean about phone calls and a letter?”

  ***

  Max paced back and forth across the living room. “I cannot believe this! And Atkinson poisoned three of our calves? What’s Jake doing to find him?”

  He could hardly believe what Savannah had told him. How could so much have happened in the short time he’d been away? A threat in the mail? Dead calves? Strange phone calls?

  “I should never have left.” He should have been here, protecting his family.

  “Atkinson paid one of his ranch hands to do it. Jake is trying to track him down.”

  Max clenched his jaw tightly. He glanced over as Logan entered the room. “You okay?”

  Logan nodded stiffly. “All good.”

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