SAUL: The Pagans MC

by Claire St. Rose

  He couldn’t see how he was about to come again so soon after his previous orgasm, but he could feel his climax rising within him, fucking Angela in the surf exciting him like no other woman ever had. She turned her ass toward him and smiled over her shoulder as she lowered herself and pressed her breasts into the sand.

  “Fuck,” she murmured as Saul took her from behind, her arms stretched out in front of her as she flattened herself even more into the sand. The surf had softened the sand around her knees and breasts and she’d sunken in slightly, the sand molded perfectly around her body in a warm cuddle. She closed her eyes and bent her back to flatten herself even more into the warm wet sand, the slight friction from their movements causing the sand to caress her like a lover.

  The tide was coming in, the water washing around them deeper and more often than when they started. Their knees were constantly in the water and Angela had to hold her head up to keep her face out of the foaming, frothing water.

  “Shit, I’m going to come again,” she muttered as another wave washed over her back. She could hear Saul’s ragged breathing and she looked over her shoulder, watching as he moved, jacking himself up on his legs, his feet digging deep into the sand as he leaned over her back to kiss her shoulders, his cock hitting her just right. She held her breath, waiting, waiting, waiting until her orgasm washed over her in time with a wave from the surf, the receding water leaving behind a crackling pleasure.

  “Fuck…” she sighed then giggled as she dug into the beach with her hands, clenching handfuls of sand as if hanging on. He paused, panting hard. She was wearing his ass out tonight and he hoped he’d be able to finish her. She pulled away from him, struggling up out of the sand, and he grinned at the Angela-shaped indention left in the beach. If the tide didn’t wash it away, someone would be able to tell exactly what had happened here.

  He pointed at the scooped out place in the sand with grin and she giggled again, feeling wild and carefree. She turned and threw herself into his arms, riding him down to the beach as she kissed him lustily. She realized she loved fucking bareback because she could tell if Saul came. After one crushing orgasm then two more hard ones, she was nearly spent, but she was going to make him come again if it killed her. She reached between them and steered him into her.

  He groaned, his body alive with pleasure, his orgasm building faster than he could control. She’d been fucking the shit out of him for what seemed like hours, muttering how he was going to come as her hips splashing in the surf with every hard pounding stroke.

  “Oh, God, I think I’m going to come again,” she panted. She wanted this one last orgasm, wanted to come with him has they had last night. “I want you to come with me. Make me come and come with me.”

  He groaned, unsure if he could hold out long enough. “Turn around!” he gasped, desperate for a break to give him time to collect himself. She rose off him and turned her back to him before settling over his hips as she steered him into her. As he sank in deep, she leaned back to brace on her arms as she began to thrust. He began to move with her and reached around to tickle her pussy, her moan long, low and loud.

  She’d never been taken in this position before and it excited her deeply. Her legs burning in effort, but unable to stop, she pounded him into her as his finger caressed her clit, his tickle charging her up.

  “Fuck!” he growled, taking a breast into his hand and massaging it as he gently rolled the hard nipple between finger and thumb.

  She felt him splash into her, his fingers pinching her nipple to the edge of pain as he pressed in hard against her clit. She could feel her orgasm coming and she strained for it, reaching for her release, thrusting hard and fast. She hovered on the knife-edge as he began to thrust harder. His gasp of pain and pleasure as he fucked her hard and fast snipped the last thread and she tumbled into her rapture.

  He felt her fall, her telltale stiffening announcing her orgasm just as her giggle announced when it released her. He stopped thrusting with a gasp just as she fell back onto his chest, gasping for air.

  Her orgasm washed out of her, leaving her adrift in a sea of pleasure and contentment, and she giggled, his big hands on her breasts as he held her to him. She twisted her head around and he raised his head to kiss her lips.

  “I hope you’re done because I’m ruined,” she breathed as the kiss dissolved.

  He chuckled. He was totally spent, but he had a reputation to keep up. “You don’t want to go again?”

  She giggled. “You’re not fooling anyone,” she said, then sighed. “Thank God. I couldn’t go again. I’m used up.” With a groan she rolled off of him. They were covered in sand and sea salt, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything except how wonderful she felt.

  He rose then pulled her to her feet and into his embrace. Now that the heat of passion was fading, she shivered as the cool ocean breeze dried her. “I’m cold,” she said as she huddled in.

  “Come on, let’s get you dressed and back to the motel.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Angela groaned as her phone chirped her awake. She flipped the phone over to stop the damnable noise, and groaned again. It was six, a few minutes before first light, and they had to hit the road in the next hour to make the ten am call. She didn’t want to go. She wanted to lie there, snug, warm and relaxed in Saul’s arms.

  She’d checked the time when she finished dressing and was shocked to discover they had been on the beach over three hours. Assuming they had walked for around an hour, that meant they’d spent between two and a half and three hours fucking their brains out. She smiled at the pleasant soreness between her legs. She fucking loved Texas, and was becoming very fond of one particular motorcycle-riding cowboy in it. Not because of the way he could fuck, though that was part of it, she admitted to herself with a smile, but more because of who he was. He’d shown he cared for others, which had surprised her. He’d proven it in the way he’d shielded her and Arnold during the shooting and had given his all to get Tony out of the car, not to mention the surprising romantic streak he’s shown last night. She smiled. She hadn’t expected that from him either. Then there was the fucking. Last night he’d—”

  “Good morning,” he whispered. He kissed her slowly then lay back with a deep breath. Last night had been one to remember. Making love to Angela on the beach was an experience he would likely never equal. She’d worn him out unlike any other woman. He’d been so used up that when they had arrived back at the motel and showered together, he didn’t even get an erection, something that had never happened before. They had tumbled into the bed and he wasn’t sure who went to sleep first.

  “It would be if I didn’t have to go back to work,” she mumbled.

  “You could play hooky,” he suggested.

  “I can’t. To many people depend on me.” She sighed, then grinned, her eyes still closed. “It’s tempting, though.”

  They lay still and quiet for several long moments. “Get up. We have to get going,” he finally said, though he made no move to encourage her.

  She groaned and stretched so hard she expected to hear her bones creak. “Shit.”

  ***

  “Where did you take her?” Bradley demanded.

  Saul casually looked up from his phone. He’d delivered her to the location thirty minutes early, and he was waiting around while she was in makeup and wardrobe. “What are you talking about?”

  “Angela! She disappeared for an entire day and night, and nobody knew where she went! She wasn’t answering her phone. You can’t do shit like that, Saul.”

  “I had nothing to do with her not answering her phone. If she doesn’t want to answer her phone, I don’t see what concern it is of yours.”

  “That’s not the point! You can’t drag her off like that and not tell anyone where she’s gone!”

  “I didn’t have anything to do with that, either. Maybe she just wanted some time away.”

  “You’re a bad influence on her. She wasn’t like this before y
ou showed up. She has responsibilities.”

  “She’s here now. Did someone need her for some reason while she was gone?”

  “No, but that’s not the point.”

  “Then what is the point, Bradley? You’re not her father. She’s a grown woman. She can make her own decisions.”

  “This isn’t some high school play in Hicksville, Saul! This is a major Hollywood production. The stars can’t just disappear like that!”

  “So long as she’s where she’s supposed to be, when she’s supposed to be there, ready to work, what she does in her off time is nobody’s business but hers.”

  “That’s not how it works!”

  “Then there’s something wrong with the system.”

  Bradley glared at him. “You’re going to fuck this entire production up.”

  “How?”

  “You’re a distraction. She needs to focus on her job.”

  Saul smiled. “When she tells me I’m a distraction, then I’ll worry about it. Until then, you should be more worried about yourself and less about Angela.”

  “Is that a threat?” Bradley growled, his hands clenching into fists. “I’m wise to you. I know what you’re doing.”

  “What am I doing, Bradley? Explain it to me.”

  “You’re toying with her, using her for your own ends. She doesn’t—”

  “I think you have me confused with you. Weren’t you the one who was telling me how you were trying to create some buzz about a shomance?”

  Bradley’s face hardened. “That’s business. That’s how the game’s played.”

  Saul grunted and nodded. “That’s why you’re confused. I’m not playing any stupid games. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he said as his phone began to ring. He rose from his chair and walked away as he stared at the number, wondering why Saw was calling him.

  “Houston.”

  “Houston, you fuck! I’ll kill you and your entire club for this!”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Don’t play innocent with me! My fucking club! You hit us last night!”

  “Saw, I don’t know what you are talking about,” Saul said, feeling a weight settle into his stomach. “We didn’t hit anyone. Why would we hit you?”

  “This is war, Houston. You got a lot of us, but you didn’t get us all. We’re coming for you and we’re going to fuck you in the ass!”

  Before Saul could respond, Saw was gone. He looked at his phone a moment then tucked it into his pocket. The situation was about to spin out of control. He walked toward the crowd, then pulled Dallas aside.

  “Abana hit the Killers last night. I just got a call from Mendel. He thinks we did it.”

  “Shit,” Dallas muttered. “That’s all we need, a fucking war. Do you know how many Abana got?”

  “No.”

  “What are we going to do?”

  “I don’t know that either. I’m going to call Abana and see if I can get an idea of where we stand. I should have known this was going to go to shit. If the Killers start hitting us, there’s going to be a lot of questions from the brothers we can’t answer.”

  “All we can do is try to hold it together for as long as possible.”

  “Fuck,” Saul muttered as he pulled his phone and dialed. “Saul Houston for Señor Abana.”

  “Saul, what can I do for you my friend?” Abana asked.

  “I received a call from Saul Mendel a few minutes ago. He thinks we paid a visit to his club and he’s planning on returning the favor. How many?”

  “Twelve.”

  “Just twelve?” Saul didn’t know how many members the Corpse Killers had, but the club was a hell of a lot bigger than that.

  “Yes. We…visited…their clubhouse. There weren’t as many men there as we expected. If you could arrange a meeting, and tell us when and where, we could finish our business with them.”

  “That might have worked before, but they’ll never trust us now.”

  “Unfortunately, I agree with you,” Abana said. “I apologize for the problems this may cause you, but rest assured, we have not concluded our business with the Corpse Killers. We are entertaining one now. I should have some information for you later today.”

  “Thank you, Señor Abana,” he said, then hung up. “We’re so fucked.”

  Dallas nodded. “We need to meet, tonight, and figure out our game plan.”

  Saul nodded. “Agreed. I’ll call the core team together and we can decide where we go from here.”

  “Saul. That guy is back,” Andy said as he walked up.

  “What guy?”

  “The guy you tackled.”

  Saul sighed. When it rained, it poured. “Let’s go.”

  “What are you doing here?” Saul asked as he approached Charlie.

  “I don’t want any trouble, okay? I just want to watch the movie being made with everyone else.”

  “I should kick your ass out of here right now.”

  “I’m not doing anything! I’ve never done anything! It’s all been you acting—”

  “You call sneaking on set nothing?”

  “Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have done that, but I wasn’t hurting anything or anybody! I just wanted to give Angela a gift! Is that so bad? I won’t cause any more trouble, I promise. I just want to watch and take a few photos for my blog.”

  Saul glared at Charlie. “Don’t cross the barricade.”

  Charlie smiled. “Thank you. I won’t.”

  ***

  “Goddamn it, Bradley! What’s wrong with you? This is what, the tenth take?” Angela yelled as Bradley blew his lines yet again.

  “Get off my ass, Angela! Nobody bitches at you when you blow your lines!” Bradley yelled in return.

  “Because I don’t do it ten times in a row!”

  “What about the other day when—”

  “You have someone take a shot at you and I’ll have a little more sympathy!”

  “Knock it off!” Johnny yelled. “Try to act like professionals, both of you!”

  “I need a break!” Angela cried, then turned and walked away.

  “Hey, come here,” Saul said, catching Angela as she stormed by. “What’s wrong?”

  “What’s wrong? Bradley’s what’s wrong!”

  “Forget him.”

  “How can I forget him when he’s the one standing there fucking everything up?” she snarled as she jerked her arm out of his grasp and began to walk away.

  He followed her until they were halfway between the crowd and the crew, where he pulled her to a stop again. “You need to let it go. Why are you letting him get to you like this?”

  “I don’t know. It’s like he’s doing it just to piss me off.”

  “If he is, you’re giving him just what he wants. Don’t do it.”

  “I can’t help it!”

  “Of course you can. Do you get paid the same amount no matter how many times you have to do it, right? Do you have another role lined up that you have to hurry up and finish so you can start?”

  “No, but that’s not the point.”

  “Of course it is. Your pay’s the same no matter what, so why get all pissy? Just let it go. Do your job and let Johnny and Ryan worry about doing theirs. Right now, you’re the one who looks small because you walked off. If Johnny wants to do it a hundred times, why do you care?”

  She looked down. “I know. Everyone screws up now and then, but this is getting ridiculous. This isn’t that hard of a scene.”

  “Not your problem. It’s Johnny, or Ryan’s, problem. Let them worry about it.” He tipped her head up so she had to look into his eyes. “I hope he keeps fucking up. It means you’ll be around longer.”

  She stared at him a moment, then snorted as she smiled. “When you put it that way.”

  He kissed her. He felt her hesitation, so he held her in the kiss until she returned it, but he kept it short and G rated since they were in full view of the crowd. “Better?” he asked as he continued to look into her eyes.

 
; “Yeah. I think so.”

  He gave her a crooked grin. “If he starts getting to you again, just think of something else to take your mind off of it, like last night on the beach.”