Savage Saviors: The Complete Boxset (Savage Saviors MC)

by J. C. Allen

  “Hell yeah, baby,” I said.

  I sat up to try and kiss her, but she pushed me right back down with a wink.

  “You’ve been a bad boy,” she said. “Which means you have to be punished. You do exactly as I say. And I get exactly what I want.”

  “Hey, hey, no complaints here,” I said, falling back down to the bed as I put my hands over my head, as if in surrender.

  “Good boy.”

  Eve then leaned forward and kissed and bit my neck with unreal aggression, certainly surpassing anything she had done so far. All the while, her hips moved like mad against mine, as if she needed to grind on me more than she needed oxygen or food. I moaned and squirmed, but she tightened her legs around me with such force I couldn’t—nor did I really want to—break free.

  “Does that mean you’ll pamper me after?” I said, grinning wickedly.

  “Hush, dummy,” she said. “Did I give you permission to talk?”

  I bit my lip, unable to hide my grin. Eve helped me remove my shirt and then planted kisses running down my chest and my belly. The beach day had made both of us a little more tan, which only made me hornier for Eve. I was now so hard, even with the blood loss and injury, that if Eve didn’t do something about it, I was going to rip my pants off.

  But then she did the most merciless thing ever.

  She teased me.

  She strung me along, sometimes running her fingers underneath my underwear, sometimes over, sometimes hovering just nearby—even proximity made my cock flinch in anticipation.

  “Someone’s so excited,” she said with a smirk. “Tell me, Derek Knight, what do you want to do to me? I want to hear you say it.”

  “I want to fuck you,” I said. “I want to get inside you and come in you, baby. Please, God, this is too much!”

  “Is it,” Eve said, continuing to brush her fingers over me. “Here, why don’t we get your pants and underwear off.”

  “Hell—”

  “Eh eh, you’re not allowed to talk now.”

  I bit my lip but nevertheless was naked within seconds. Eve, still fully clothed, sat on my right leg, admiring my fully bulging erection. Her fingers ran over my thighs, just above my groin, and on my stomach, but now she wasn’t quite touching me.

  God, how much of an erotic tease this was!

  “Eve, please!”

  “Hmm? Did I give you permission—”

  “I don’t care, I need to be in you!”

  “Hmm,” Eve said. “Well, good news for you, pretty boy.”

  I looked at her with wide eyes, so stiff now I was sure I could come with just my thoughts.

  “You are naked. Which means…”

  My smile grew as she placed both hands just half an inch above my groin.

  “You’re ready for your shower!”

  “What.”

  I looked at Eve confused as she hopped off of my leg with a smirk.

  “Remember your question about if I was going to pamper you? Well, here’s my answer! Nope!”

  “What!”

  She was laughing so much that I wasn’t even mad. I was just confused and about to be left with a case of serious blue balls.

  “Roost is actually dropping Tara off here, and we are going on a girl’s day,” she said, grinning coyly back at me. “But I’m sure Roost will help anyway he can. In fact, I’m sure he’d even love to come and help you with that!”

  “Help in being a pain in my ass, maybe!” I said, pouting. “Are you kidding me! Come on, Eve… stay home with me, please? Just a quickie!”

  “Nope! This is your punishment!”

  Oh, this was evil. This was profoundly evil. This was the worst thing that had happened to me in the last twelve hours! I’d take a bullet in the other arm if it meant I’d get sex right now!

  “You are a wicked woman,” I said, not bothering to hide the smile as I said it. “This is cruel and unusual! It’s unconstitutional!”

  “Really,” she said, coming back over to me.

  I began to think for a second that maybe, just maybe, she, too, had gotten too horny to stop and needed to get off herself. Maybe I wouldn’t come, but at least I’d have the satisfaction of knowing she had gotten off too.

  “How’s your arm?” she asked, running her hand gently over the bicep.

  “A little sore, nothing too bad,” I said.

  “Good,” she said. “Then you don’t need me.”

  “No, wait! Wait! Eve! Oh my God, the pain is so bad, I’m going to die, help!”

  My theatrics did nothing to convince her as she grabbed her purse and looked completely… well, not disinterested, but certainly actively interested in proving her point instead of having sex.

  Then I decided to take a different tact.

  “I’ll be careful later, okay? I swear I’ll come back unshot, safe, and fully intact. That’s my promise to you, Eve.”

  “You’ll have no choice,” Eve said, grinning. “Matty won’t let you not be. Have a good day!”

  “What, Eve!”

  She kissed me on the lips quickly before darting for the elevator.

  “Roost will be here to help!”

  “I want your help!” I shouted, but she didn’t respond.

  I leaned against my pillow. Damn, that girl. That fucking girl!

  She could really rile a man up.

  It was kind of funny and sweet… if not for the fact that I had an erection ready to burst like a frozen pipe!

  Then I heard the elevator doors opening back open.

  “Change your mind?” I shouted.

  “Nope, and I ain’t goin’ for ya either, Derek!” Roost shouted with a hearty laugh.

  I could do nothing but throw my covers on quickly as Roost went to my fridge, looking for some beer. I just sighed heavily.

  “Lesson learned, Eve,” I said. “Lesson most certainly learned!”

  10

  Eve

  I couldn’t hide the grin that I had as I stepped out of the condo, listening to Derek already beginning to whine.

  If I was being truthful, I was unbelievably aroused and horny at the sight of Derek naked. That was almost certainly always going to be true, and just because I wanted to tease him so mercilessly didn’t mean that I also didn’t get off on it.

  But, seriously, Derek did need to learn a lesson, and I hated the notion that he would ever get shot. It might have taken a tremendous, enormous, unbelievable sacrifice on my part, but if that got it across, it was worth it.

  Well, barely.

  I actually had considered stroking him right to the edge or sucking him off right to the edge and then leaving him with real blue balls, but even for me making a point, that seemed just a bit much. Also, I knew myself too well. I knew if I did that, there was no stopping myself, and the point wouldn’t get made.

  It made it all the easier, then, to laugh when I saw Matty and Tara already downstairs, waiting for me.

  “Well? Didja make him a happy boy?” Matty said.

  “I wouldn’t say happy, certainly not fulfilled,” I said. “Last I saw, he was naked, complaining that I got him that way and didn’t finish him off. Don’t think he’ll be too happy to see you.”

  Matty let out a bear-like roar, the kind that echoed through the entire lobby, drawing eyes. Not that Tara or I cared.

  “You ain’t got nothin’ to worry about, girlie. Derek too scrawny and skinny for my type.”

  “What is your type then, fag? Giant football players?” Tara interjected.

  “Oh, girl, if ya know any, send ‘em my way,” Matty said. “Dream is havin’ an entire offensive line on me! If ya know what I mean.”

  “Oh, heavens,” I said. “Matty, just go take care of him. Maybe wait till he’s under the covers, but—”

  “I got him, Eve,” he said. “Ya two get outta here. No Derek Knight sightings until tonight. Got it?”

  “Doctor’s orders!” Tara said. “C’mon, let’s get out of here!”

  We both gave Matty goodbye hugs, mi
ne a little less vulgar in the words than Tara’s, as the two of us headed to my—Derek’s father’s—car.

  Well, we may not have still been seeing Derek, but I couldn’t help but trash talk him a bit more.

  “He’s like a little kid, isn’t he?” I said, starting to laugh.

  “Yeah, most men are, I’m afraid,” she said with a shrug and then grinned at me. “But then again, you pulled a dirty, dirty stunt there, girl! Most of my men, you tease them like that, they learn real quick what it’s like to be violent! You get ‘em to the edge, and—”

  “I didn’t go that far,” I said.

  I decided not to say it was because I wouldn’t be able to handle myself. Some details, Tara just didn’t need to know, lest she ride me on them for the rest of eternity.

  “Even still!” Tara said, laughing. “Goodness. You’re a braver soul with more self-control than I’ll ever be, girl. But anyways, where to? Shopping trip?”

  “Of course,” I said, grinning. “Derek owes me, so this is on him.”

  “Owes you how?” she asked. “I just show up and hear Roosty boy laughing about how poor Derek’s about to have balls so blue the ocean would seem pink in comparison.”

  “He went and got himself shot,” I said.

  Not mentioned—me turning into such a hot mess that I needed to call Matty for support and pulling him away.

  Small wonder that he’s going with Derek on the next mission. He’s got better things to do than to handle insecure girls like us.

  “He got shot?” Tara said, arching an eyebrow. “Aaaand somehow that translates to him owing you?”

  I had kept up a genuine appearance of humor, lightheartedness, and some fun, and much of that had come from knowing Derek really would be OK—no comas here—and from my little stunt.

  But Tara’s words had me frowning, wondering if I was in for a guilt-tripping with Derek that he actually didn’t really deserve. Admittedly, having worded it that way, I wasfeeling suddenly guilty. As quickly as Matty had gotten me feeling good yesterday, Tara had brought me back down to Earth.

  Not in a bad way, necessarily—she was the yin to Matty’s yang. I needed both. I just wish I hadn’t gotten the yin so close to the euphoria of the yang.

  “Well…” I began.

  “Good for you!” she interrupted.

  “Wait, what?”

  “If you weren’t around to keep that boy in line, he’d probably have just gone and gotten himself murdered by now, anyway. ‘Sides, he didn’t look too beat up just now. I’m guessing he’ll pull through.”

  I laughed at that, but didn’t recover quite so quickly. Maybe it was because I could really be taking advantage of him, or maybe my moods were just unusually all over the place right now—who knew?

  Tara seemed to pick up on it, for she put her arm around me as we got to the car.

  “Girl, you alright? Don’t tell me you’re letting it get to you?

  “Me?” I asked. “I wasn’t the one that was shot!”

  Tara only stared at me with a “bitch, please!”-look. I sighed and nodded, knowing that Tara wasn’t going to let me off the hook so easily—nor should she.

  “Yeah. I was nervous, I guess, but it really wasn’t that bad,” I said, gesturing to my own bicep. “He was shot in the arm, but aftergetting shot, he decided to play macho man and continued to push himself still. He lost a ton of blood from just being stupid. Damn good thing the other guys were there.”

  “Men,” Tara said with a sigh.

  “Men,” I agreed, sighing as well. “But, it’s all good. I’ll let Derek have his boys day with Matty—”

  “Think that means somethin’ very different to the two of them!”

  “They’ll reach a compromise, I’m sure,” I said with a smirk. “And we’ll have our girls day!”

  “Indeed! We taking that sick-as-fuck ride Roost lent you?”

  “Yeah, and guess what?” I said, unable to contain my excitement. “It’s my car now.”

  “No fucking way!” she said, shaking her head in amazement. “Bitch, do not be fucking with me right now! I swear, you best not be shitting me! I will go and pull a hunt-a-John on your ass if you are!”

  “I shit you not, I swear! Derek said he was glad it’d get some love,” I said, smiling at the memory.

  I also smiled remembering how much my father would have been happy with it.

  In short, I smiled at knowing many of the most important men in my life would have been happy with this new car. As would most men, really, but it meant something especially important to Derek and my father… and Derek’s father, someone I only wished I could’ve met.

  “So, yeah,” I said, coming back to the present. “Now the car is mine!”

  “Fuck yeah!” Tara laughed, sliding into the passenger side after I unlocked the doors.

  “Fuck yeah, indeed!” I said, grinning. “And I know exactly where we are going.”

  “Where at?” Tara said.

  “Mmm,” I said, deliberately delaying. “Let’s just say recently, I’ve been on a roll surprising people. So I’m going to keep it that way.”

  I knew I had made the right choice in where to go when I saw Tara’s face light up as I pulled into a parking spot at the outlet center Derek had taken me a few days ago. I’d already wanted to go back and figured Tara would love the place too. We both wasted no time in beginning to shop.

  It occurred to me that we had not had a real girl’s day out together without stress like this… maybe ever? Perhaps after Derek had woken, but not since, and even then, we had the Falcons on our tails. While they were still out there, they seemed much more in a cat-and-mouse game than being out in the open. I had much less fear for our safety than I had when Chuck was wandering the streets, at a minimum.

  “Oh damn, girl! Look at this lingerie!” Tara said, pointing to a shop window with multiple mannequins wearing different styles of lingerie and bringing me out of my thoughts. “These would be perfect for the brothel for some of the girls.”

  Oh, the memories.

  “Are you still working too?” I asked.

  “Of course,” she said, glancing over at me as if I asked her a stupid question.

  I chewed my lip, finally deciding to ask my friend the question that had been burning in my mind from the moment Derek first offered her the job, from the moment she’d accepted.

  “Why’d you decide to stay in the game, Tara? Why keep whoring when you could do anything now?”

  I didn’t think it was a dumb question at all. The way Rock and the Falcons had treated us was so poor and so abusive that I would have thought that anyone would have wanted to get the hell out. Even if they liked sex, there was no way they would have liked men paying for sex after what the Falcons did to us.

  But, instead, Tara was surprisingly silent for a moment. Not because she didn’t seem to have an answer for me; no, her silence was more of a pitying reflection—she almost seemed more insulted that I couldn’t figure it out for myself. That only made my expression more confusing, which probably made her want to double down on her feelings.

  Then, seeming to come to a conclusion, she smiled and offered what could have either been a dismissive or a forgiving shrug.

  “You got an ugly look at what hooking is, baby-girl, and I think all those girls with those Black Falcons did,” she said “Hooking is… well, it’s a career of passion. Literally. Like, literally-literally! We sell love.”

  She paused to smile at that and nodded. I… guess that made some sort of sense, but how—

  “For a time, at least,” Tara continued, interrupting my thoughts with good reason. “It ain’t about standing on a street corner, ain’t about risking your neck and waiting for the next violent sadist to come strolling over, and it sure as shit ain’t about pain.”

  Sighing, she leaned back, letting her head lull for a moment so she was aiming her smile to the ceiling, and started speaking again like that so that her words took on a deep, almost deifying effect.
r />   “What your man’s offering me—what the Saviors are offering all those girls and, by extension, what he’s offering the whole damn city—is a way to do it right. Safety and freedom, and a means to ensure the health of not only our girls but also our Johns. It’s going to be what it should be, Eve. A means to provide pleasure without fear or control. And isn’t that something to be proud of, something to want to pursue? To sell pleasure?”

  I bit my lip at that, startled to find that not only had her response made sense but that it also made me feel a little guilty for asking. But, even in that guilt-inducing response, I realized that she’d actually danced quite marvelously around my actual question. She’d done a great job of answering what prostitution meant to the Saviors and what it meant for the profession in general.

  But to her, specifically?

  “Then why are you staying?” I repeated, working to drive the point that it was a personal question and not one of ethics or economics. “Why should it be you?”

  Tara shrugged.

  “Why shouldn’t it be me?”

  The question on her end seemed so simple and so obvious, it felt like I was asking her why she liked to breath oxygen and eat food. It just seemed ingrained her too deeply to comprehend.

  “Because… because you’ve suffered for it, too. Like me—like all the other girls—you were hurt and… and…”

  “And that was a reflection of what prostitution is with the Black Falcons,” she finished for me, shaking her head. “Not what prostitution should be. I should be the one to do it because I’ve seen what the shit-end of the job looks like. Somebody else, somebody who hasn’t seen that shit, wouldn’t know what to steer clear from.”

  Once again, I found myself startled by how much her answer made sense. But, still, I found myself troubled by the idea. I realized how prudish I was sounding, but if there was anyone whom I could have this conversation with and not offend them, it was Tara.

  Even if I was beginning to pick up on the fact that she was getting annoyed a bit by this conversation.

  “But how can you still be interested? I’d imagine you’d want nothing more to do with… well, all that.”

  Tara actually laughed. I had to be careful not to cross too many boundaries here and push too hard, but I still couldn’t wrap my mind around it—and I didn’t run into many things that I couldn’t figure out with some thought and time.