Savage Brothers MC Boxed Set Books 1-6

by Jordan Marie

  “I got stuff I need to get done,” she says, not looking at me, and getting dressed. Damn, I guess playtime is over.

  “Okay sweetheart, fine. We’ll pick this up later.” I cave, slapping her ass just as she pulls up these pale pink panties that don’t do a damn thing to make my cock deflate. “Why don’t you meet me at the club later, tonight? Freak is claiming Nikki as his old lady. There’s a big party planned. We’ll eat and visit a bit, before coming back here.”

  She finishes buttoning up her jeans, turns to look at me, and I can tell by the look on her face, I’m not going to like what she says next.

  “I don’t want to come by the club, I told you. I don’t belong there.”

  Yeah, I was right, I don’t like it.

  “You sure as hell do,” I argue, ready to have it out, because it’s time we clear this shit up.

  She’s running a brush through her hair, and her eyes seek out mine through the mirror.

  “Zander, the men there hate me, and I just don’t belong with…”

  “The fuck you don’t. You’re my woman, and the men will get over it. They just don’t know you.”

  “Your woman?”

  “We’ve been fucking like bunnies, and I’ve been in your bed every night for a month. I don’t see how that could have escaped your notice, Hellcat,” I grumble, getting pissed off now. I grab my jeans and pull them on. If I’m going to fight, I’ll be damned if I’m doing it with my dick swinging in the cold.

  “We made a deal…”

  “What does that mean?” I have to ask, because honestly, I am at a complete loss. The damn woman has given me whiplash here.

  “That means when we made this bargain, we agreed it wasn’t serious. It is just sex.”

  “I think it’s pretty clear we’ve gone beyond that Hellcat, and I’m doing my best to take us to the…”

  “I don’t especially like where you’re leading,” Dani says and starts putting on that damn red lipstick.

  My cock pushes against the zipper of my jeans, at the thought of her sucking me, and leaving a ring of lipstick behind. Jesus. I shake my head to clear it. I lean down and kiss the top of her head and breathe her in. My hand caresses her skin, and I stare at her in the mirror.

  “Sweetheart, I know you have issues about the club, I’m not pushing you on them. I just want you to think about meeting me. I want to show you off,” I whisper, trying another tact.

  Her hand comes up and grazes my five o’clock shadow and she quietly sighs.

  “This is more than just a bargain over my dick, Dani. Give me that if nothing else.”

  Her eyes stay on mine in the mirror. “It is.”

  Two small words and they literally rock my world. I wanted them, I just wasn’t sure she’d give them.

  “So, you will think about it, yeah?”

  She nods, a small half nod. It’s something.

  “How about I let you selfishly use my cock again before we head out.”

  “Do you take Viagra?”

  I am busy pulling her back to the bed when her words make me do a double take.

  “What in the hell are you talking about? Junior here doesn’t need anything but you to be ready to party.”

  “Junior?”

  “My dick? My hammer, my sword, my bologna pony, my one-eyed snake, my anaconda, my anal-impaler…”

  “Anal-impaler?”

  “Oh yeah, Hellcat, don’t worry. I’ll show you that side of him later on. Tonight, in fact, I’m more than willing.”

  She shakes her head, but she’s laughing.

  “I think it’d be better for your rep if you try not to refer to your cock as junior.”

  “You think?”

  “It’s short changing the little guy.”

  “Little? Ouch that hurts, Hellcat,” I tell her, picking her up and throwing her on the bed in retaliation. She squeals out as she sails the small distance and flops on the mattress.

  “Maybe I’m mistaken. I mean it’s been a whole twenty minutes. Perhaps, I’ve forgotten his mighty, ferocious proportions,” she says giggling.

  I stand at the foot of the bed, watching her laugh, and that feeling of being where I belong hits me again.

  “Well then, unbutton those pants and prepare to be amazed.” I grin.

  She does as I ask, and her eyes take on that glazed, aroused look I’ve come to recognize and love. I shed my own clothes. Once I’m naked, she starts pushing her pants down, and I immediately help her, praying she’s already wet, because I can’t wait to get back inside of her. Relief hits me when I find her soaked and more than ready for my dick. I lay on my back, pull her on top of me, holding her until she guides me inside. I’ve noticed this is her favorite position, and I’m all about pleasing my woman. She slides down on my cock, and I watch her face, hypnotized by the pleasure that reflects back at me.

  “Zander,” she moans, as my cock stretches her.

  “Yeah, Hellcat?” I ask, grabbing her hips, and helping her to grind against me, once I sink all the way in.

  “I was completely wrong. I’m overwhelmed by the size and girth of Junior.”

  I grin. “Damn straight. Now show him how sorry you are for underestimating his awesomeness.”

  “I’ll see what I can do.”

  Then she picks up the speed of her ride, and I can do nothing but lose myself a little more.

  I’m in deep shit.

  15

  Dani

  I’m in the kitchen, when I hear the door close, announcing Zander has finally taken off to the club. After having just fed him a late breakfast, and by that, I mean he had me on the kitchen table. The man is insatiable, and he makes me crave him so easily, I honestly don’t know what to think about it. He could become an addiction, and sadly, I think I’m already way too attached. Before, all I could think about doing was leaving and going to Mexico—getting away from Michael, Dragon and his crew. Am I blinded because finally I know what it feels like to find pleasure in a man’s arms? Maybe, but I’m more scared it’s Zander himself. He’s fun to be around. One of my favorite things to do lately has been just cuddling on the sofa with him watching old movies. Zander watches old movies, and when I say old, I mean John Wayne westerns. Still, I like it, and they are fast becoming my favorite too. I’ve also, not even had a drink, other than a beer every once in a while. I still take my meds, but really only at night to help knock me out. I’ve learned the hard way; dreams are something I do not want to have.

  Maybe Nicole is right, and I need to breathe. Really, Michael would never think of finding a shipping heiress in the backwoods of Kentucky, surrounded by bikers. Maybe I can finally let my guard down, a little. Zander wants me to go to the club though, and I’m not ready for that. I know it upsets him. I hate that. I hate it. He called me his woman…that terrifies me, but thrills me too. If he knew my past, I know that would change, but the fact that the thought even crosses his mind now…It makes me want to cave.

  If I go to the club, he’ll see how different I am from the others. He’ll recognize all the things Michael saw, and then this…whatever it is, will be over. I need it, if only for a little while longer. It’s the closest I’ve ever been to happy. It also feels good to not take as much meds and shit. Maybe since I’m doing better with Zander around, it would be a good time to go back into that therapy group Nicole is always trying to drag me to. Zander makes me stronger, maybe I can get strong enough to stand on my own. I sigh, and then jump up to sit on the counter. I grab my cell and call Nicole, maybe I can get her to go out with me. I could use a night with just the two of us. I miss her.

  “Hey Dani,” she answers on the third ring.

  “Hey yourself, you sound tired, are you overdoing it?” I ask her, worried. It seems so weird not having her around and close by.

  “Nah, Dragon won’t allow it. If anything, he’s driving me crazy. Damn man thinks I should do nothing but lay in bed all day.”

  “Well Nic, I mean you did almost kick the bucket. It’s pr
obably a good idea if you took it easy and just laid around,” I say feeling stupid. I mean she’d been home a week, but of course she should be recuperating. I shouldn’t have even thought to ask her. It’s a reflex with me, I know. For so long, it’s just been the two of us, so it’s hard for my brain to adapt that we are growing…apart. The mere thought makes me begin to panic. God, I need to stop that. Normal people do not panic at the drop of a hat. They don’t hold onto their best friend afraid of losing them. I want to slap myself and scream and…shit.

  “Don’t you start on me too! I’m not even doing that much. I’m organizing a party tonight for Freak and Nikki, he’s claiming her as his. The boys and Twinkies are the ones doing all the actual work, but you would think I was out there moving the damned tables! He’s driving me crazy, Dani.”

  I smile, I can’t help it. “You love it.”

  She gets quiet, and then when she does answer, her voice is softer and happier. “It is good. I’ve never had anyone worry about me…besides you, I mean.”

  Guilt hits me, and I know me confronting her about Dragon is not what she meant, but it is there regardless.

  “I really am sorry Nic, I was stupid. If I could go back…I would…you know?”

  “I told you to let it go. We survived, and I know you wouldn’t have me hurt in a million years. Just from now on, talk to me about this shit, and let’s act together please? Not fly off, jump first, and question later?”

  “Yeah, I fucked up,” I say, and the truth of that twists in my stomach—talk about understatement of the century.

  “Yeah, you did,” she responds, though the tone of her voice is sweet, and I know she’s not condemning me—even if I deserve it. “Dragon is good to me, Dani. He loves me and takes care of me. I wouldn’t want to live without him.”

  I listen to her. I’m more than a little jealous. She sounds so happy and secure. What would that be like?

  “So, I guess the next party at the club, claiming a woman will be yours and Dragon’s?”

  “Oh girl, I think we’re way past that.” she laughs. “Dragon won’t let me out of the damn room unless I have the jacket on he had made for me. He wants the world to know I’m his.”

  “You know, that sounds kind of barbaric. Having anyone speak of you as their property,” I say, because she told me about the leather vest that said Property of Dragon on the back of it.

  “These bikers live in a different world. Besides, I like it. A man in this world doesn’t claim a woman unless he plans on keeping her. It’s a big deal, and a huge step for them, because let’s face it, these boys don’t need a woman. They have women jumping in their beds left and right. For them to want to tie themselves to one woman? That’s all about pride and respect for the women they care about.”

  I listen to her words, and Zander’s face pops in my mind. He wanted me there tonight. He said I was his woman. He wanted to show me off. My heart speeds up. I bite my nails as I listen to everything she says, and in my mind, relate it to me and Zander. Is that what he thinks about us? After just a month really? Is that even possible?

  “I thought Nikki and Freak hadn’t known each other that long?”

  Nicole laughs, “Girl, please! Don’t you remember how Dragon took over my life from day one? Moss doesn’t grow under these boys’ feet.”

  I think about it. Honestly, it’s true. They really haven’t been together that long. If I am important to Zander…if he really means that I’m his woman…maybe…I mean, I could swing by for thirty minutes or so, right? I could make it that long without doing something stupid. I hear Michael’s voice in my head telling me how pathetic and idiotic I am… I tap it down. I definitely need to go to a meeting. It’s time I start trying to make a life for myself. Michael thinks I’m dead. Zander doesn’t need to know.

  “I…I might drop by the club tonight, after my meeting…,” I tell her, and I can hear the nerves in my voice. When Nicole answers, I can tell she hears them too.

  “I’d love that, and it’ll be okay, I promise. Dragon will behave.”

  She thinks I’m worried about the club’s reaction to me, since the shooting. Truth is, they’ve all pretty much made me aware of how they feel about me. I kind of agree with them, so I’m okay with it. Just the thought of being around so many men…I’ve never allowed that to happen. Add that in with being around crowds…that’s a recipe for a panic attack. If I go to a meeting first? Could I do it? Or would a meeting and the memories it brings up make it worse? Shit.

  “You still there, Dani?”

  “Yeah, just thinking. I’m…going to try and go to a meeting.”

  “That’s good honey, you want me to go with you?”

  “Nah, Dragon would flip if you try and go out.” I don’t mention with me, but I think that’s pretty clear. “I’ll swing by when I’m done.”

  “I’m proud of you Dani, I know it’s hard.”

  She does know. She just has no idea how hard, but then again, she doesn’t know the entire story. She never will.

  “Talk to you later, bitch. Take care of yourself, listen to Dragon, and take it easy. I need you healthy, please?”

  “Will do, mommy. Can’t wait to see you.”

  “Later, woman,” I say, hanging up. I stare at my phone for a few more minutes, wondering if I’m doing the right thing. I’m probably deluding myself. With my history, I don’t think I could hope for a normal life, but if I could have Zander…could continue the last month…Maybe if I can manage to stay in therapy and do better, I might be able to keep him…longer.

  That thought is what pushes me to get moving. I will do this. I will clean up, go to a meeting and even set up more. I’ll drop by the party and make Zander happy.

  I will do this. I can do this.

  16

  Crusher

  I don’t want to be here. This damn party is dragging I texted Dani, but she’s not answering. I was really hoping she’d show up tonight. It kind of pisses me off that she’s not willing to be here. I look around the party and Nicole is sitting in Dragon’s lap, Nikki is sitting in Freak’s, Hawk and some of the other boys have Twinkies. Frog is talking to some blonde, I can’t remember seeing around here before. Bull has Bambi in his lap, and you can tell they’re not far off from finding a room. Shit, everyone is paired off but me. Trouble is, I don’t want what is here for the taking. The past few weeks with Dani have been the best in my life. I want more of it—more of her. I can’t force her though, and I sure as hell ain’t going to chase a bitch to give her my dick.

  I’m being a jerk. Truth is, I’m two small steps away from being drunk. Today was fucked up. We ended a life today. We ended the life of a brother today. Yes, the brother was a traitor, he fucked us over. Yes, he was a waste of air, but still a party for any reason seems the wrong thing to do tonight. I keep remembering his eyes when he told us to go fuck ourselves. Eyes of a man I fought alongside of for years, eyes of a man I thought of as blood…hating and mocking me—all of us. That’s bitter shit. So, the fact that Dani isn’t here, is just icing on top of the fucking cake.

  I take another swig and sigh heavily. Fuck it, I should just get out of here. Hop on my bike and head out somewhere, maybe find some strange…

  “What’s up, Bro? You doing okay after today?” Gunner interrupts my thoughts, as he sits down at my table.

  “Fucked up day,” I answer taking another drink—this time emptying the glass, save for the ice, which is a waste of space, but for some reason, Nailer thinks I drink on the rocks. I’ve never corrected him. Shit. I feel like I’m on the rocks, so I guess it fits.

  “Amen,” Gunner says, looking out over the crew. “All the brothers seem to be getting their dick sewn up. I guess you’ll be next.”

  “Don’t see that happening,” I answer honestly. I mean, I can’t even get her to come here to the party. I guess I was taking whatever this is between us to mean more than it did. I feel like a damned pussy. Shit, I’m acting like one.

  “Really? You and that Dan
i chick seem pretty fucking tight. You’re there every night.”

  The man is starting to piss me off. Nosey-ass fucker.

  “It’s a job. I’m there until Dragon calls me off it,” I lie. Dragon told me I could come back to the club after Irish was questioned the second time. I’m there because I want to be.

  “Damn though man, it’s been a month, and well after today the shit is finished. I mean, hell you’re there all the time. No down time, that’s kind of shitty. Plus, that’s a long time to go without pussy—especially for you, and I know you ain’t getting shit from the Ice Maiden.

  There’s that fucking nickname again. Some people are just fuckin’ clueless. There’s not a damn thing cold about Dani. I love everything about that woman…except for the fucking fact she doesn’t want anything from me but my dick.

  “I didn’t say I wasn’t getting laid,” I answer and wish I could take the words back. I’m holding another glass of whiskey, that I don’t even remember pouring, watching the amber liquid swirl around. Yeah, I’m pretty fucking drunk, there’s no two steps away from it now.

  “Fuck! You made it in with the Ice Maiden? Damn, you are the King of Pussy. I bow to you, man. I didn’t think they’d make a dick around here she’d look at. Though, I guess threesomes are her thing if you go by that night at the movies, and we all know that’s your specialty.”

  Specialty? He makes me sound like a damned porn star. Worse, I don’t want to be reminded of that night. I don’t want to remember that she chose to leave that night with another man…fuck two men, when I asked her not too. Hell, I really have been deluding myself. What the fuck have I been thinking? She even told me she was just using me for my dick. I finish the rest of my new drink in one long swallow.

  “You need to share man! Hook a brother up. I don’t care to tag team her. Hell, I’d love to tap that. Damn, I’d love to have her mouth wrapped around my cock.”