She giggles, but I barely notice. Instead, my head goes back against the pillow in pleasure. My hands bite into her sweet ass, and my eyes follow her body as she moves. Skye’s fixed it so my dick has the lips of her pussy spread open and she’s sliding that sweet cunt back and forth on my dick—grinding and coating me in her need.
“God, Doc. You’re fucking soaked,” I moan, because she’s drenching my cock. Her body picks up speed, her hands press into my shoulders, as she takes what she needs.
“Am I wet enough?” she pants. I can hear it in her voice, and the way her pussy spasms against my cock. She’s close to coming.
“You’re perfect. Let me watch you come, sweetheart please,” I tell her, and I’m rewarded when her eyes open up, and she smiles down at me.
She lifts up and I grunt in disappointment, because as close as she was, I wasn’t far off. Then her sweet little hand wraps around my cock and she positions him right where she wants him and slides down on me.
“Fuck. I love the way you stretch me, Bull.”
She knows what it does to me to have her sweet little mouth whisper fuck, while I’m getting her off. Eventually, I’m going to have her talking dirtier than she could ever imagine. Because I know that I’m the only one who she will let go for. The only one to make her lose complete control.
“Hold onto the headboard and lean over me, Skye. Now.”
She does as I order, and the position brings her tits to my face and I capture one in my mouth and suck it firmly in, letting my tongue play with the hardened nipple.
“Oh fuck, that feels good. Suck harder, Bull. Bite it,” she orders, and her hips are bucking as she tries to ride my cock.
This time, I do as she orders. My fingers bite harder into her luscious ass. I use one of my hands to explore the valley of her ass, pressing it between the cheeks, and searching out that sweet little hole. My other hand is on her hip, and controls the speed of her ride. Correction, she’s not riding me. I’m making her ride me. I control her speed, and the angle my cock. I make sure I scrape her inner walls. Every-fucking-thing, I control. She can do nothing but accept the pleasure I give her. My fingers breech the opening in her ass. No deep, I can’t do that from this angle, but enough so the extra presence spikes her pleasure.
“Fuck me. Oh God, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” she repeats the words like a mantra. And I do exactly what she asks. I’m sliding her up and down on my shaft, with my fingers pushing against her ass. On each downward thrust, I grind that sweet cunt into me. I can feel my cum gathering, and I know I’m about to blow, but I’m not about to go before my woman. Her body is convulsing and her breath is coming in hard, short gasps. I know she’s there. She just needs the tiniest of pushes. So I bite down on the nipple I have trapped in my mouth.
The spike of pain, makes her scream out my name, and then she’s done for. Her climax comes hard and strong. I thrust her up and down on me, she grinds the hell out of her cunt, using me without realizing it. Her sweet cream covers my shaft, she bucks and yells out the word fuck as she rides me harder than any rodeo queen.
Watching her and seeing her pleasure, combined with the way her greedy pussy is sucking on my cock, sends me over the edge. I shout as I unload inside of her, coating her womb. She drains me dry, and when it’s over she collapses against my body. I’m still buried inside of her, our combined juices are running down her thighs. Her head rests to my shoulder and she kisses my neck.
“I think I can sleep now.”
“Do you want to…?”
“Just like this Bull. Feeling your cum and you inside of me. This is exactly how I want it,” her tired voice says. “I love you, honey,” she yawns.
I think she’s out before she can hear me tell her I love her too, but as she snuggles into me and squeezes my cock in her sleep, I figure she knows. If not I’ll be sure to show her later. I fall asleep with a smile on my face, and my cock in the only place in the world it ever wants to be.
Chapter 52
Skye
“I can’t believe we’re opening presents in the middle of the Savage clubhouse. My balls are never going to unshrivel man. Do you know how the mighty have fallen here?” Gunner whines.
I notice the other men are flipping him off, and the women are laughing and ignoring him.
“My balls are shriveling too!” Matty pipes up, because in the week since Bull and the club rescued him, Matty has decided he wants to be just like the men here. There are worse things that could happen.
I shoot a look at Gunner, and he actually blushes. Then I have to look down, because I don’t want everyone to see me laughing along with them. Matty is on cloud nine. He hasn’t even had a nightmare in the weeks following his kidnapping. In fact, he’s in his element. Crusher and Dani came in for Christmas with her new adoptive son, Dakota. He’s the same age as Matty and they’ve instantly connected. For so long Matty has missed having a male influence in his life and now…
I look around and Dragon, Dancer, and Crusher are sitting at a table laughing and drinking a beer. Gunner, Hawk, Nailer and Six are all standing around them laughing. Nicole, Carrie, Dani and some new girl everyone call’s Lips are all at a table holding babies, and joking. Lips apparently just came home and is engaged to Six. Freak is in the corner, holding the woman he just got engaged to, Nikki, and I can only think that I was wrong.
I worried Bull and his lifestyle was the wrong choice for my life. But he was right. He was right all along. Here is a real family, of really good people, and every single one of them would lay their lives down for my son, for me and for Bull. I get it. I’m blessed to be part of them.
I feel Bull’s arm snake around my stomach, as he pulls me back into him.
“What are you thinking, Doc?” he whispers in my ear.
“How grateful I am that you made me and Matty part of your crazy family,” I tell him honestly.
He places a kiss on the inside of my neck. “I love you, Doc.”
“I love you too.”
“All right brothers it’s time for some Christmas around here,” Dragon orders. “Freak, since you jumped the gun and already gave your woman her present, how about you give them out?”
“Got it Boss-man,” Freak says, and he gives Matty and Dakota some presents from Santa. New game systems. Apparently the latest and the best, according to Bull. The boys immediately start planning on how they can play with each other even though they live apart.
While I was distracted watching the kids, it appears all the couples have paired off. Nicole is now in Dragon’s lap. Carrie is in Dancer’s and Dani is in Crusher’s. The others including Lips and Six have all moved to another table, and Freak has already given them boxes to open.
Gunner holds up this long white and red striped knitted rectangle like thing. It’s about six inches in length and at its base is two oval like shapes knitted in green. Gunner’s waving it around.
“What the hell is this, Nicole?” he asks.
She looks up at him and says. “A umm…bird warmer. Prevents shriveling.”
The room rocks with laughter.
“Dad? Why does Gunner need a bird warmer?” Dakota asks Crusher.
“I’ll explain later, boy,” he says.
“Yeah, like when he’s forty,” Dani mutters.
Crusher kisses her while laughing, “I love you, Hellcat.”
“Love you too, Cowboy,” she responds, holding him close.
Freak brings two boxes to Dragon and Nicole.
“You first, Mama,” Dragon orders.
Nicole opens up her box and pulls out a gold chain, but the attached pendant is what is breathtaking. It’s a perfectly, precisely cut dragon that’s made of beautiful emeralds and right in its chest is a dark ruby, in the shape of a small heart.
“Dragon,” Nicole cries, wrapping her arms around him.
“You’re always my heart, Mama. Forever.”
“Open yours!” she urges.
Dragon opens the box, and he’s quiet. I can’t he
lp but wonder what’s in there. Then he pulls out a yellow baby rattle.
“Fuck…Mama…” he says, and then stops. When he looks up, his eyes are glowing, but I see something in the man I never thought I would see. Fear. “You will not get sick, Mama. You will not die on me Nicole. You will listen to every fucking thing I tell you, and you will be healthy. You hear me?”
“Yes, Dragon. I hear you. It’ll be fine sweetheart, and you’ll be with me every step of the way this time.”
“Damn straight,” he says gruffly, and then he kisses her. It’s not a small kiss either. It’s the kind of kiss that even makes me hot watching. I suddenly feel like I’m intruding.
Freak has handed Dancer and Carrie a box. He apparently got her a locket with a picture of him and his sister and Carrie all together from years ago, inside. Carrie is crying, even as Dancer opens up his box. Inside are keys to a brand new Harley. The custom paint job is a Savage MC emblem with Dancers name in white and highlighted by blue flames. Carrie is rich it seems, but I get the feeling Dancer could care less. I look over at Crusher and Dani. They’ve already exchanged. Dani’s holding her hand up and she’s got a ring on that looks like the shape of a cat. I don’t know what she gave Crusher, but whatever it was, he’s practically making out with her. So, he must be happy. These Savage boys apparently aren’t shy in public, that’s for sure.
Then Freak comes to me and Bull. My stomach rolls with nerves. I think he will love what I got him. But then, you never know.
“Open it, Doc.”
My hand shakes as I tear the wrapping off of the small box, and open it. Inside is the prettiest diamond that I’ve ever seen. He takes the box from my hand, and puts the ring on my finger.
“Will you marry me, Doc?”
“Fuck, yeah.” I whisper through the tears, giving him the word he loves to wring from me the most, right before he claims my mouth.
When we break apart, Gunner is moaning again.
“Jesus H. Christ, that’s three of you in one holiday!”
I dry my tears and Freak looks up.
“There wasn’t a box under the tree for Bull.”
“I got everything I need.” Bull says, smiling down at me.
I take a step back, grinning. “I hope you have room for one more gift from Matty and me,” I tell him.
Matty walks over and he has the envelope I gave him earlier. I asked him to keep it with him. I knew I could trust him, because this is just as important to him as it is to me.
“Bull,” his little voice says, starting out wobbly. “Mom and I wanted to give you this together,” He reaches the envelope to Bull.
Bull looks at me and then Matty, confused. He takes the envelope, his hand ruffling Matty’s hair. “Thanks little dude.”
He opens the envelope and unfolds the papers inside.
“What…” he stops and he looks at both of us and his eyes are dark with emotion. I think I can see tears shining in them. My nerves go away.
“We want you to be my new dad,” Matty tells him, and I can hear the nerves in his voice. “Mom says if you sign the papers it will be all legal and everything. I can even have your name and stuff.”
Bull doesn’t respond, he looks at the papers, and then back at me. This time the tears in his eyes fall.
Matty must get worried about Bull’s silence. “I mean it’s cool if you don’t want to or whatever, we just thought, maybe you would like to be…” He looks up at Bull confused. “Don’t you want to be my dad?”
Bull tries to talk, but has to stop and clear his throat.
“Absolutely, Matthew. I want that more than anything in the world,” he says, picking him up and holding him tight.
I look at my two favorite men in the whole world, crying and laughing. All of the rest of the members come up slapping Bull on the back, congratulating him, then hugging me. My eyes lock onto Bull’s and he gives me everything I have ever wanted in one sentence.
“I love you, Skye.”
The man I was worried would be a mistake I would never recover from? That man has become my reason for living.
“I love you too, Bull. I love you too.
The End and Merry Christmas
From the Savage Family.
By: Jordan Marie
Editors: Twin Sisters Rockin’ Book Reviews (TSRBR) Promotions
Fran Owen & Carol Fling
Formatting: Paul Salvette & BB eBooks
Dedication
So much has happened between the publishing of this book and the last that my head spins. I’ve learned, I’ve loved and I’ve lost. Most of all I have lived. I lived a dream I’ve had my whole life. I’ve learned more about myself and more about the friend and person I want to be.
Sabrina Paige and Cora Brent, there are no words. None that I have. Helen Keller said
Life is either a daring adventure
or nothing.
Thank you girls for encouraging me to continue my adventure.
Jenika Snow and Sam Crescent, I’m so proud to know you women. I’m not sure how it’s possible that you can have as much talent as you have and still be the amazing people that you are. Thank you for sparing time to talk to me and support me. I love you.
Tammie Smith, rarely does someone come in your life that rocks your world with their loyalty and friendship. You are freaking amazing. Without you in my corner, Dancer would never have happened. I love you—BIG.
Jess Peterson, with so much on your plate you still find time to check on ones you care about. No matter where you are in life, may you always have one moment in the day where you realize you make a difference—always.
Tami Czenkus, you and I know so much about darkness. Thank you for helping me to make this story what it needed to be and not cop-out. Thank you most for sharing your heart with me. Without true friends in life, there would be no joy. Thank you for bringing me joy.
Mandie Nolan, few people surprise me, yet you continue to do so every damn day and always in good ways. I love you—always have, always will.
Jen Wildner, I am so proud of you for living your dreams. I’m even more proud that you are my friend. If the world had more of your kind and giving spirit, what an amazing world that would be.
Fran Owens, you were one of the first blogs to be good to a scared PA who didn’t know what she was doing. You were one of the first women to give me support when I wanted to write and you have become a rock. Thank you so much. I love you.
Neringa Paulauskaitė, I don’t think you grasp how much I love and appreciate everything you’ve done for me. You are totally freaking AMAZING.
Nicole Violino, thank you for the support, the smiles and laughter, when you probably didn’t even feel like laughing. I have such a deep respect for you. Much FREAKING love.
Angel D., I freaking love the hell out of you. Thank you, doesn’t cover it. Your friendship is so important to me.
Krissy Gentry, I am so proud to call you my friend.
Corry Parnese and Susan Garwood, it amazes that two wonderful women with so much on their plate, still give selflessly to author’s they don’t know. I’m so glad I’ve met you both. Love and respect women—love and respect.
Mindy McCray, have I mentioned that you’re one of my favorite people ever? You give new meaning to the term BADASS BETA. Thank you so much.
Andrea Florkowski your heart is so big. You give when no able, encourage when you’re tired and a friend always. You have my love, my support and my admiration.
Jennifer Mitchell, thank you for spending so much time going over Dancer and helping to make it better. You are a Godsend.
Thank you to the Badass Betas. You made me breathe and believe in my instincts when I found it hard to do so. Melanie Cooper, Tamra Simons, Melony Bruce-Campbell, Erin Osborn, and Christy Armes, much love women. Your feedback was so valuable and I LOVE EACH OF YOU. Here’s hoping you stay around for book 3. I can beg, I’m so okay with that.
Shauna Kruse, thank you for holding my hand as I moved into the land o
f getting a model for my book cover. I appreciate you so much and I thank you.
AC Bextor, I love your face, have I mentioned?
NB Baker, I loved you from day one and that only grows with each day we add to our friendship. You are an amazing author, but you are a PHENOMENAL friend.
Freya Barker and RB Hilliard, I love you guys. Thank you for all the help and advice.
Mia Sheridan, thank you for being a light. A role model to every author and just an all-around amazing woman with extraordinary talent.
Kurt Gangluff and Leslie Wilder, your friendships are invaluable to me. Thank you, just thank you.
Kaylee Song, Mayra Stratham and Joanna Blake, thank you for your friendship, your sprinting partnership and just for being you.
Kayla McCoy and Dessure’ Hutchins, you give me a smile every day. I love you woman.
Thank you to those in the Indie world who have welcomed me and to the online bloggers who have helped promote my books, have been so warm and giving and donate all their time to every author, we could do next to nothing without your support.
Thank you to my crazy Street Team and Pimping Squad, there are NO WORDS as to how awesome you are.
Finally thank you to these two crazy chicks Glenna Maynard and Dawn Martens, who gave me acceptance and laughter when I was a freaking mess. I LOVE YOU CRAZY BITCHES.
I promised this Dedication would be smaller, I think I failed. As my PA likes to say, Sorry, not sorry.
See you next book and we’ll see if I succeed there.
Jordan
Prologue
‘The Nightmare’
Dancer
It’s dark, pitch black. I can feel the hands holding me down. The laughter fades into the background as my heart accelerates and beats out of control. The sound drums in my ears and a fine sweat pops out over my body. I slam my head back with all of my might. I choke on the fear and I despise myself for it. The fear makes me feel weak and I have never been weak in my life.
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