Savage Saviors: The Complete Boxset (Savage Saviors MC)

by J. C. Allen

  For now.

  As we finished our little games of sea splashing, both dying with laughter, we decided it was a good time for a late lunch and made our way back to where we’d set our towels. Thankfully, despite all the kissing, fondling, and fingering, the splash-war had been enough to calm down what Derek had hurried to the water to hide in the first place.

  Well, I thought it was, but then I saw him start to come out of the water and saw that was the furthest thing from the case. Derek shrugged, adjusted himself, and continued out.

  “No one’s any the wiser,” he boasted.

  I just rolled my eyes and tried to get him to pop back into place, teasing him with a seductive walk. Let’s just say Derek was probably glad the beach had begun to clear out with the evening sky slowly starting to move in.

  “This is perfect,” Derek said, smiling. “You know, I haven’t been here in forever. Can’t even remember the last time I was here.”

  “Did you used to come here a lot?” I asked, taking a bite of my sandwich as I pulled his out from the cooler.

  “Yeah,” he said, shrugging and taking his own bite. “My family used to love going to the beach together.”

  I nodded in understanding, continuing to eat my sandwich as we sat together, relaxing in the sun. I let Derek have his moment, able to see that he was deep in thought. I had no assurances that his thoughts went to a positive place—frankly, they probably went to a dark place again—but sometimes, after moments like we had had, the best thing to do was just sit to the side and let things go from there.

  “I’m glad I chose this place then,” I said.

  More silence came, and I just let it be. Derek would speak sooner or later, I was sure of it.

  He didn’t disappoint.

  “How did you know about this place?” he asked, glancing over at me after finishing his sandwich.

  I blushed.

  “Do you want the real answer or just a half-truth answer?”

  “The full one,” Derek said immediately. “No secrets.”

  “Gotcha, well, a John who was really into public sex took me here,” I admitted, blushing at the confession.

  “Well then,” he said, laughing, seeming much more at ease with the admission than I had suspected. “Hope I can give you some better memories here.”

  “You already are,” I said, glancing down. “Even though I wasn’t exactly in love with coming here for the John, there was something about the beach I loved. I wanted to share that with you.”

  “We should stay here through the evening then,” Derek said, smiling. “Bet it’s quite the sight then, huh?”

  “It really is,” I said, grinning. “It wasn’t the worst experience I had. Even with the sand that got up in places that… well, places it definitely didn’t belong.”

  “I can imagine,” he laughed, hugging me against him. “And when it gets a little darker, babe, I won’t have to imagine.”

  God, Derek Knight knew how to get me horny.

  We spent the rest of the afternoon together at the beach. Though our conversation didn’t approach as steamy a level as it had right there, it still felt like exactly what we needed. Content, calm, and warm.

  As the sun finally began to set, we both sat on one of the towels, watching the water. Even though we were probably going to stay another couple of hours, I didn’t want to leave this moment, and I could tell Derek felt the same. I knew that as soon as we left, the real world would return.

  The world where Derek would have to leave again and return to the dangers his life placed him in.

  “I don’t want to leave,” Derek said, kissing the top of my head. “This day seems perfect, doesn’t it?”

  “It really does,” I said, leaning against him more. “I wish it didn’t have to end either. Not when I know you have to go out again tonight.”

  And then, like a dam that only needed a single crack to begin the flooding process, the thoughts got darker and darker by the second. Instead of it just being Derek seeing things, it would be Derek experiencing things. Instead of Derek triumphing over those things, it was him failing. And instead of escaping those failures…

  “What if it isn’t just some bodies tonight?” I said, fighting to contain my obvious fear.

  “I’m bringing backup this time,” he said, glancing down at me. “I don’t plan to do this alone again, Eve. I promise. Roost is gonna have three men for me.”

  “I’m glad to hear it,” I said, glancing down.

  It just…

  Why did this matter so much?

  I knew the Black Falcons and the Savage Saviors were rivals. But why? Did they have legitimate grounds for fighting? Or were they like feuding families whose original sin had happened generations ago? Motorcycles hadn’t existed but for a few decades, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t have gone back some.

  I couldn’t resist.

  “Hey, Derek… could you tell me something?”

  “Sure, anything,” he said, smiling down at me.

  “Well, I know some of the basics, I guess, from our dinner three weeks ago,” I said. “But, exactly, who is Falcon to you? I know he killed your father and brother… but it seems a lot more connected than just that.”

  “Oh, man,” he said, though he didn’t seem worried or frazzled by my question. “To me, he wasn’t much. Most of the distancing and the bad stuff happened when I was either too young to know or wasn’t even born. But to my family, he’s certainly someone.”

  He cleared his throat.

  “Back then, he was simply Frank. Frank Young, to be precise. And he was a member of the Saviors. Hell, he helped found the Saviors with my father.”

  “He was that close to your father?” I asked, genuinely surprised.

  “My father and him were friends since childhood, apparently. My mom used to tease that he might as well have lived with us with how often he was over. I don’t think my mom liked Frank as much as my father, though. Anyway, when my father was thinking about starting the Savage Saviors, Frank was all for it and wanted to help. The two decided to get into business together and things were going smoothly. Then, he started to let Frank take over a lot of the Crows work and…”

  A long pause came. The moment when it all went to hell.

  “Well, that’s when things began to go to shit. I remembered my father and him arguing over something he did. Think it had to do with dealing some heavy shit out and my dad was against all that shit. That’s why I don’t deal in weapons or heavy drugs.”

  “I see,” I said. “That’s really admirable.”

  “My dad founded the Saviors to help the city, not make things worse. Anyway, after that, Frank didn’t come around as much. My dad continued to try to get in touch but Frank wouldn’t answer any of his calls. Finally, news began to spread about a new motorcycle club coming into town. The Black Falcons.”

  “So… he created the Black Falcons just to spite your father?” I asked.

  “Yeah, at least it started that way,” Derek said, shrugging. “I’m sure he then got a taste for the power of leading them and well, you know the rest.”

  “Right,” I said, glancing down and biting my lip. “I didn’t realize just how connected this was…”

  “It’s alright, I should’ve told you sooner,” he said, looking down. “I’m sorry, Eve. If I’m going to make you part of the Saviors, you deserve to know all of the story of the Saviors, not just what I have told you so far.”

  “It’s okay,” I smiled, leaning up. “Thanks for telling me. I’m sorry about all of that, but I’m glad to know a little more.”

  He smiled warmly in return and I leaned up, pressing my lips to his. He returned the kiss, holding me tight against his chest. I held him in return and could tell neither of us wanted to let go. Finally, we both somehow managed to pull away and I glanced up at him.

  “You know, it’s completely empty out here,” I said.

  My mind began to rush as I thought of everything this would entail. The best move
would be for us to both lie on the blanket with him coming in behind me—that way, if some suspicious guard or passerby came through, he could quickly pull out, hide behind me, and we could both look like lovers cuddling.

  Of course, if I wanted to get really risky, we could take all the clothes off… but with two guys in sight, that didn’t seem like the best idea.

  “Not quite,” Derek said as his hands went under my thong. “But I don’t care.”

  “Is that—”

  I didn’t get to finish my words, because Derek’s fingers slid into me, causing me to gasp and arch my hips in pleasure. He stroked inside, smiling at me as I began to shake. I looked into those eyes, so horny and instantly feeling close to the edge.

  There was something about the danger of being caught, the danger of getting exposed, and the danger of having to end things instantly that was just so fucking hot. Usually, when I needed to rush an orgasm, it never came—but now, here, with Derek, under the early night sky, with the laughter of other people audible from here?

  My God, it didn’t take much.

  “Get inside me, Derek,” I begged. “Please, oh, please.”

  I was panting by now. Derek snuggled up near me, and I felt his member pop out of his swim trunks. I reached down, removed my bikini, and felt his enormous girth slide into me as I stuffed my face into the blanket so all of the beach didn’t have to hear me cry out.

  He wrapped his hands around me, pressing his hands into my breasts, as he thrust into me, his tongue and teeth working on my neck. I closed my eyes, squeezing them, trying not to cry so loud as to draw a crowd. But that was half the fun—even if I failed and yelped, it was a yelp of pleasure. It was a game as much as it was sex, and it was incredibly arousing.

  I could feel the pulsing within me grow, and Derek growled that going in raw in this spot meant he wouldn’t last long. We’d tried pulling out in the past couple of weeks, but I no longer cared. If I had a baby with Derek, so be it. Under the stars, like this, on a day and journey like this, I wanted to feel him fill me.

  “Ohh, Derek, you’re so big! Fuck!”

  “Baby it’s so warm, so wet,” he said, his cock quivering out of control within me. “I don’t think… don’t think… fuck, Eve.”

  “Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop,” I said, yearning to feel it. I was already on the precipice of orgasm. “Baby, don’t—”

  It crashed into me, my entire body writhing with the pleasant rush of orgasm. I let out so many groans that I could not stifle, and while I felt sure anyone within a mile heard me, I didn’t even think to care. Derek was filling me with too much pleasure, and my world was concentrated to my body and to his dick in that moment.

  Just as I started to come down, Derek came as well, made obvious by his loud grunt, the tightening of his hands—to the point that it almost hurt—and his more violent, sporadic thrusting into me. I relished the feeling of his cock exploding with cum inside me. I moaned for him, encouraging him to come along.

  “Oh, my, God,” Derek said after he finished, pressing his face into mine. “Who knew public sex would be so great?”

  “It’s a thrill, isn’t it,” I said with a smile.

  I felt him pull out of me, drawing gasps for both of us. I turned to him, smiling at how sleepy he looked.

  “It’s like, the ‘we shouldn’t be doing this’ part of it makes it so much hotter,” Derek said. “Of course, it’s you that makes it the hottest part.”

  “Shut up,” I said with a smile as I leaned in to kiss him.

  And that’s all I did for about a full minute. I just kissed him. Sometimes, the simpler action was best, and in this case, the kiss said everything I could have with words.

  I loved him. I wanted to be with him forever. I wanted to start a family with him soon.

  And I couldn’t have him tonight if I wanted any of those things in the long run.

  I pulled back with a tender smile, kissed him once more, and collapsed into him.

  “We should get going,” I said with a sigh. “Not that I want to.”

  “Yeah, I guess so,” he said, sighing as well. “Not much else left to do here. But damn. Nothing else I would want to do here.”

  He went silent for a few more seconds. I listened to his heartbeat seeming to decelerate with each passing moment, feeling a bit surprised at the ease with which he seemed to be comfortable. Public sex? Talking about Falcon? Splash wars?

  Nothing fazed Derek when he was with me.

  It’s just when he’s out on his own…

  He stood up and then looked at me with something resembling appreciation, but it wasn’t a perfect match.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I’m… I’m alright,” he said, smiling warmly. “It felt kinda good to get the story out, I guess. Haven’t spoken about Falcon to anyone new in a while.”

  “I’m glad then,” I said before going for the encouragement.. “And we’ll take him down together, won’t we?”

  He smirked and gave a nice laugh.

  “I suppose we will,” he said, taking my hand in mine. “I promise, Eve, once this is all over, we’ll go on a trip. Somewhere far away and for as long as we want.”

  “That sounds amazing,” I smiled. “I’ll hold you to it. Italy, perhaps?”

  His eyes lit up and he did the right thing—he just kissed me. Actions speak much louder than words.

  With that, we packed up, turning from what was such a beautiful day and night and heading straight towards the real world. Back to the world where both of our lives were still in danger, where death had become such a regular things.

  A world where monsters were very real and closer than they appeared.

  I glanced over, seeing Derek’s intense stare as we headed back to the car and realized that, as long as I had Derek in my life, we could take on anything. Smiling, I took his hand in mine, feeling stronger at just having his hand in mine and knew that we would win.

  Somehow, we would pull through and life would be that much better.

  Monsters be damned.

  7

  Derek

  Dropping Eve off at my place never got any easier.

  In fact, it was getting harder by the day, knowing that as our love grew and we got closer, my chances of dying were also growing and getting closer to becoming a reality.

  When we got back to my condo, I went to the elevators and pushed the up button. But when she got on, I stayed behind.

  “Baby, I can’t go up with you,” I said. “We both know that if I go upstairs, I ain’t coming down. And we got a mission. Roost’s orders.”

  Poor Eve looked on the verge of tears as I told her this. I’m not sure what was sadder, this, or that I knew she knew I had to do this. She was so ingrained in the Saviors that by now, she probably could have partook in our strategy meetings.

  “OK,” she said. She came out of the doors, leaned forward, and kissed me. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  She pulled back, refusing to break eye contact with me as the doors began to close.

  “Don’t do anything stupid.”

  I didn’t get the chance to respond, but if ever truer words were spoken, I wouldn’t want to hear them, because they wouldn’t have been as relevant as Eve’s were right there.

  “I guess I have no choice now,” I said, smiling to myself as I got on my bike and hurried over to the shop.

  Despite the abrupt ending, something had changed between Eve and me on our date. Something good. I felt stronger from it, felt the surge of excitement at going out on the chase. Maybe it was as shallow and crude as finishing inside of her without any shame, but I think it was something much deeper than that.

  I’d briefly gone over Falcon at the dinner after the neighborhood raid, but this conversation went into the full extent of it all. It was a much more detailed insight into what I knew—really, close to everything I knew—and it could have been too tough for me to say. Perhaps before Eve, it would have been too
tough to tell it as raw as I had been, but now?

  It was… well, not easy, but certainly manageable.

  Nevertheless, such sweet sentiments needed to be put to the side. It was time to go to war. It was time to investigate another potential lead.

  I parked in the back of the shop as other Savage Saviors drove off to explore their own potential leads. When I got inside, I saw Roost standing, arms crossed, with three of our biggest, toughest, most badass men we had.

  “Derek,” Roost said, nodding. “Ya know these boys, but just so I can remind ya not to be a damn fool, let me reintroduce ya.”

  I didn’t bait into the trash talking if Roost was going for that. It was too serious.

  “We got Rucker, real name Mike. Rucker, like the other two, served in the Marines and did a tour in Iraq. Ya ain’t gonna get anyone tougher than him. Middle man here is AK, real name Alex, cuz he loves his rifles. Third man is Bones, aka Brett.”

  “I know, I recruited all of you,” I said.

  Still, the reminder had its purpose, and it wasn’t because I had suddenly developed amnesia. The message was pretty blatant, actually. You have three Marines who have killed people, faced terrorists, and gone against the worst of humanity. If you think you’re better than them, you’re a goddamn idiot.

  It was hard to feel more secure than having Rucker, AK, and Bones by my side. It was like arming yourself with three layers of bulletproof armor—that was, if said armor could also fight back, make tactically sound decisions, and advise you of proper operations.

  “Well, ya don’t need to break no ice then,” Roost said. “Get a roll out!”

  “You heard the man!” I shouted as the Marines headed to their bikes, hopping on and following me off the road.

  Getting possibly one step closer to finishing off Falcon and his Black Falcons, I glanced in my rearview mirror as I sped down the highway, heading in the direction of where more bodies had been found.

  No more playing stupid, we were in the big games now.

  And the big games required the biggest, baddest boys possible.

  If our hypothesis was right, we’d find our next “clue” in the location of where the newest bodies had been found. I wondered if we were right, even with what I had found yesterday, how likely was it that I was going to find something again tonight. And for that matter, would I really want to find something like I found the previous night?