Savage Savior (Savage People Book 3)

by Charleigh Rose

  “Oh my—fuck! Cole! I’m coming again!” I could hear how wet I was.

  Cole growled and pulled me backwards onto his cock and sat us back down on his chair, reverse cowgirl style. He hooked each arm under my knees and started fucking me with fast, brutal, punishing thrusts. He fucked me like an animal, wild and uncivilized. His heavy breathing turned into guttural grunts and groans. His orgasm was going to be as violent and angry as he was.

  “Fuck, Jade. I wanted to ruin you for all other men, but you’re the one who is ruining me.”

  My pussy clenched around him and I came apart for a third time, throwing my head back against his shoulder. My shirt was still on, but he snaked one hand up to squeeze my breast as he continued to pound into me.

  “Yeah, baby. Come all over me. Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me like a vise.”

  He pumped a few more times and then pushed me back over the desk, onto my stomach. He pulled out of me with a growl before coming all over my ass and pussy.

  “So good, Butterfly. So, so good.”

  Cole slid back inside me, rocking his hips lazily. He wrapped a fist around my hair, gently tugging my head around to face him. My green eyes locked onto his amber ones while he continued to slide in and out of me.

  “You’re fucking mine. No more running.”

  I was walking back home when I heard the gunshot. I didn’t turn around because I didn’t feel any pain, but when I heard the second one, I had no choice. Before I turned around to see if it was any of our enemies from the Bratva, the Russian mafia ruling some of the bad parts of New York, I shoved my hand into my pants, taking off the safety on my Glock. If I needed to fire, I didn’t have time to fuck around.

  Slowly, I glanced over my shoulder and sighed in relief when I realized it was just a bank robbery. Normal people would have said, “What? But it’s a bank robbery!” but I said it was none of my fucking business.

  I actually watched the punks in their black ski masks as they slid into a van real quick and galloped into a nearby side street, leaving skid marks all over the road, their tires crunching the gravel of the road. Then I felt the stench of burnt rubber and smoke.

  People were screaming and yelling and crying on the street. Bankers and tellers shook, holding each other and sobbing outside the place as the police started pouring into the narrow side street. And all I could think about was, Really? People still rob banks these days? Huh.

  I continued my journey to the apartment Carter and I shared in Bushwick, Brooklyn, passing by Quinn Bradley’s apartment. She lived in one of those two-story red-bricked brownstones with a small staircase and two windows facing the street. Her curtains were always open because she was weird as fuck, and I suspected it was also because she liked people-watching, which was probably what she was doing.

  I was just about to round the corner and walk into my street when I noticed Carter standing across the street from Quinn’s apartment. At first, I wanted to yell out to ask him if he wanted to walk back together or maybe grab a drink, but then I realized… Holy shit, what the fuck was my roommate actually doing?

  Carter was staring straight ahead into Quinn’s window. I followed his gaze with my eyes to see what he was seeing, glad as fuck that a huge van was blocking his view of me, and noticed that Quinn wasn’t even there.

  I waited a few minutes to see what he’d do next. I mean, the woman clearly wasn’t at home, the lights were out, and he was still staring at her window with the little orange pillow right beside it—Quinn had a fucking cat? Yeah, she looked like a cat person—but damn, the guy wouldn’t budge.

  It boggled me that Carter was fixated with Quinn. I’d known the guy ever since I’d met Graham, and to some extent, we were tight. I say to some extent because really, Carter wasn’t tight with anyone. He was mostly a volatile fucking freak who wanted everything in the apartment to be so neat and clean to a point of extreme OCD.

  He fucked women, but was very weird about them. He’d have them wash themselves before they entered his bed—used to watch them as they scrubbed every inch of their skin, lean on our bathroom sink and watch them quietly as they cleansed whatever filth he thought they had on their bodies off. Then, he’d ask them to get onto the right side of his bed—always the right side—face the window and tie their hair up silently.

  And he only fucked blondes.

  I knew all this because we were living in a shoebox of an apartment and it was hard not to pick up on his weird shit. But at the same time, I’d never seen the same girl in his bed twice. So I figured he was a jerk like me.

  Quinn wasn’t blonde. She had curly ginger hair.

  Quinn was also the exact polar opposite of Carter.

  He was quiet and reserved, and she was hell on heels. He was polite but volatile when he finally snapped, and she always snapped. I swear, the reason she was never on my fuck-radar was because the woman wouldn’t shut up.

  About ten minutes after I spotted Carter, I’d decided not to be a complete douche and turned around and walked to our apartment. I’d also decided not to mention it to him unless I had a good reason to. But fuck, I hoped to hell Carter wasn’t a stalker. Dude was nice, but he was weird enough without adding ‘prowler’ onto the list of shit that made you want to slap a restraining order against him.

  At home, I got into the shower—I’d just gotten back from my jiu-jitsu practice—and got ready for Hot N’ Bothered that night. I was stupidly excited to fuck Jade again, but knew better than to get there before I blew off some steam this time. I grabbed the soap bar——my soap bar, because you guessed it right, Carter was fucking crazy when it came to hygiene as well and wouldn’t touch anything I used in the bathroom with a ten foot pole—lathered my cock real nice and started pumping it while closing my eyes, imagining Jade’s tight pussy. God, I wanted that pussy again.

  I knew I fucked her without a condom and broke Graham’s rule without even blinking, but it was pretty obvious we were both clean. I always took STD tests because of the fighting, and she…she was Dahlia’s friend. Enough said.

  Besides, you know when you have this perfect sexual partner in your head? You know their exact body measurements, lips, smile, the rasp of their voice and the exact amount of body hair they have? That was Jade. She was my fantasy. At first I thought I was imagining this, but then my cock slid into her soaking cunt, and all I thought about was fuck, she even had the landing strip. The little patch of shy, short pubic hair that made me go mad.

  No one had the landing strip these days. Women went either completely bare or bushy as fuck.

  But Jade had it. Because she was perfect.

  After I got out of the shower and wore my I-Know-You-Wanna-Fuck-Me suit—it’s the only suit I owned, but it screamed pussy magnet—I walked to the kitchen to grab my measured meal of three hundred grams of chicken breast and five hundred grams of quinoa. It was boring as hell, but that was a small price to pay to be the best fighter in New York. Besides, if I wanted something tasty, I had Jade’s pussy to feast on.

  Or so I thought.

  Carter walked in just as I was taking out my meal from the microwave, sitting down to the small kitchen table with a bottle of water. Our kitchen overlooked our tiny living room. Everything was yellow and old and chipped. I didn’t mind. Carter didn’t either. From where we came from, a roof over your head was a fucking blessing. We made pretty decent money. We didn’t have to live in a shithole, but it was more than enough for us.

  “Yo.” I stabbed into some chicken and threw it into my mouth. “Where’ve you been?”

  “Graham’s.” He slopped into the chair next to me with a sigh. Fucking liar pants on fire. But calling him out on his bullshit was premature. Maybe he was visiting Graham and just stopped for a quick wank in front of Quinn’s window.

  “Yeah? What’d he say?” I probed. Carter looked around us helplessly, like he was waiting for someone to jump at him from the hallway or something, then looked down to his hands.

  “The Italians burned down his gr
ocery store in Williamsburg.” He swallowed.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, putting down my food. Suddenly, I wasn’t hungry anymore.

  “Are we retaliating?” I asked. Carter was much more in the loop when it came to the ins and outs of Graham’s illegal business. Actually, Carter was neck fucking deep in this shit, I didn’t even want to know what he was up to half the time. All I knew was Graham trusted him with his life.

  “No, we’re sitting pretty and waiting for them to burn the whole motherfucking kingdom we’ve built here,” Carter snapped before he deadpanned. “Of course we’re fecking retaliating. And we need muscle, so you better get your arse in fighting shape because I reckon we’ll need all the men we can get.”

  Was he kidding? I stayed in fighting shape all year round. It was my job. Literally.

  Regardless, the whole situation was strange. Graham had never asked me to accompany them to any part of their operations because he knew I preferred it inside the ring and out of the drama. I was always in the shadows, fighting for him, winning for him, losing for him on occasion. But I knew right then and there in our hot as balls tiny kitchen in Brooklyn that I was willing to do whatever it took to help Graham.

  “I’ll bump up my shit tomorrow. Bring the guys you need to train to the gym. I’ll make sure they know what they’re doing.”

  I sometimes trained Graham’s soldiers, which was fine, I guess. They didn’t have any MMA aspirations, just wanted to be able to defend themselves and inflict as much damage as possible. I mainly focused on Krav Maga and boxing with them for fast results. Carter nodded and got up from his chair, and I couldn’t help it. I just had to be an asshole.

  “Hey, Car, been anywhere else other than Graham’s?” I sniffed around, biting down my grin.

  He grabbed the back of his chair and looked at me like I jizzed all over his precious clean pillow.

  “Where the fuck would I go? No, I went straight back home. Why?”

  “No reason.” I shrugged, returning my attention back to my Sad McMeal.

  Yeah. Such a fucking stalker.

  “There’s my favorite ass in the whole goddamned world,” I greeted Jade when I walked into my office in Hot N’ Bothered. She was already there, sorting out files. She was just straightening her posture after bending down and fishing something from the black file cabinet, allowing me a perfect view of her ass. When she turned around, my heart sank.

  “You’re messing up the files on purpose.” Her voice was clipped. She wore tight long skinny jeans—dark—and a white T-shirt. And the worst thing about it was that she looked even hotter than when she wore the skanky waitress clothes. Because now she didn’t only look like a girl I’d like to pound so hard until every inch of her skin was raw, but also like the kind of girl I wanted to take on a date.

  And I didn’t do that kind of shit. Ever.

  I ignored her question because it was true. I did fuck up all the files and messed with them purposely to give her some work to do. I strode in her direction with an easy smirk on my face.

  “I’ve been thinking about eating that pussy of yours again since the moment I left your fine little ass last night. What do you think, am I going to have my dessert today?”

  She offered me a polite smile, and when I reached her space, she shoved one of the green folders into my chest and grunted something inaudible. She looked like she was interested in my cock about as much as I was interested in having an Evian water bottle shoved into my asshole.

  “Yeah, about that. I’m sorry. Lapse of judgment on my part. I was a little tipsy and a lot horny, and it just happened. You’re my boss. It won’t happen again.”

  “What’s this bullshit, Jade? This is not a law firm. It’s a fucking seedy club in the middle of Williamsburg. Fucking the boss is not frowned upon. It’s almost a requirement.”

  She didn’t laugh, just stared me in the eye intently and folded her arms over her chest, adding, “And I want my job as a waitress back. I need the money, fast to get back to college. I’m counting on those tips.”

  “You want to get demoted?” I chuckled, getting in her face. We were close now. So close I could smell the faint scent of cinnamon and coconut body cream. It wasn’t the only cream that was about to grace that fine little body if it was up to me.

  She tilted her chin up and looked me in the eye, defiant. “I need the tips, Cole. I want to go to an out-of-state college.”

  “What the fuck is wrong with New York colleges? Not good enough for you?” I asked. But what did I know about college? I once took part in a massive orgy on a Pennsylvania campus, but that was about the extent of my knowledge about the subject.

  “I wanna leave New York.”

  “Then move back to Jersey,” I suggested impatiently.

  “I want to move far. To the West Coast.”

  “Why?”

  “I can’t tell you.”

  Her resistance to fuck me was fading with every inch I ate between my mouth and hers, and I knew it. I hovered over her, boxing her body between the wall and the filing cabinet. Her breaths were shallow and short as she stared at my lips and licked hers. “I can’t,” she repeated. “Please don’t seduce me again, Cole. You’re bad for me.”

  Naturally, I disregarded her assessment. I wasn’t bad for her. I was really good for her. Not just because I was able to make her feel like she was the motherfucking queen of this country with my tongue alone, but also because I had a feeling Jade was a little fucked up from something that happened to her between the time we’d met for dinner at the Savages’ all those years ago and the time I saw her again when I fought The Killer.

  Even though I was a world-class asshole, I was also a pretty decent guy to women. I didn’t tell them I’d call if I didn’t mean to, and I didn’t mind them spending the night at my place after we fucked. Especially when pillow talk wasn’t involved.

  Jade thought I’d ruin her, but I knew I could possibly change her mind about men. And excuse me, but that was just my duty as a human being to do so. I turned around from her and walked to my executive chair, where I planted my ass and patted my thigh.

  “On my lap, Butterfly,” I ordered, opening one of the drawers of my desk, taking out a piece of gum and shoving it into my mouth. She stared at me from across the room, licking her lips and looking like she wanted to ride me so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.

  “No.”

  “I don’t remember asking. On my fucking lap, Sweets.”

  “That’s sexual harassment,” she protested.

  “Is it?” I raised my eyebrows, chortling. “Swear on your mother’s life that you’re not completely fucking wet right now.”

  “That’s easy,” she snorted. “I swear on her life.”

  “You hate your mom, don’t you?”

  She nodded. “She shut me out when she found out I was…” she trailed off.

  “That you were what?”

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  “To me, it does.”

  “When she found out who I went out with. Both she and my sister.”

  Interesting. So Jade had a little fixation with bad boys. Luckily, I was able to help her with this, too. But I got tired of our chitchat and was more interesting in thrusting my fingers into her wet pussy until they looked like I dipped them in superglue.

  “Okay, here’s how it’s gonna play out. This is the last time I’m asking you to sit on my lap. There won’t be a next time. However,” I raised my voice, patting the bulge between my thighs, which was becoming thicker and bigger by the second, “if, at some point, you end up coming to me asking for sex—and call me a psychic, but I have a feeling your pussy didn’t get the last word when it comes to my cock. I’m going to torture you with so many orgasms, you won’t be able to feel your cunt for a month. It will not be pretty.” I shook my head gravely, my eyes still holding hers. “Not pretty at all. I can let you talk to one of my victims. She survived to tell the tale, and now she can’t have anyone else because no one e
lse brings her to a climax.”

  “You’re actually, like, legit an idiot, Cole,” Jade said with a straight face and started walking in my direction. Yup, Jade hated that she was attracted to me, like half of the female population. I didn’t take it personally. Not everyone wanted a twelve-inch cock inside their ass, and sometimes, it was a Catch-22.

  “I see your lips moving, but all I can hear is ‘fuck my mouth, Cole’. Is that what you said?”

  “No.” She sank her ass on my inner thigh, and I barely felt the weight of her tiny body on my leg. “I said you’re an idiot,” she rasped, linking her arms around my neck and staring at me through heavy-lidded eyes. Goddamn, she was beautiful. With her green eyes and black hair, she looked like a younger Carmen Electra. I just wanted her to sit on my face until I suffocated. That would’ve been the sweetest death.

  “Now what?” she asked me. I dropped my gaze to my groin.

  “Unbuckle me,” I said. And she did. And she liked it, by the huge-ass grin on her face. She released my briefs from my slacks, leaving my raging hard-on covered only by the thin cotton of my black underwear.

  “Your cock looks angry,” she murmured, staring at my erection like it was an engagement ring from Tiffany’s. Yeah, she fucking loved the view.

  “Butterfly, have you ever sucked a twelve inch cock?”

  She lifted one eyebrow and grinned. “You’re fucking with me,” she mumbled, excited.

  “I will be in just a second. But first things first. Answer me. Have you ever sucked on a twelve inch cock?”

  “No,” she said. “No, I haven’t.”

  “Hold it.” I released my dick from my boxer briefs, and her eyes bulged in horror when she saw it. I guess it was psychologically easier to take me when we fucked without realizing how it looked like a fucking industrial pipe. This was just a fact. She gripped it in her tiny hand and could barely even wrap her fingers around it all the way. Then she gasped.

  “I can’t believe it was inside my body.”