Savage Kings MC Box Set 1

by Lane Hart

  “Maybe,” he answers. “But it’s gonna cost ya.”

  I have a feeling helping this woman out is gonna be well worth the price.

  “That’s fine.” I have plenty of money nowadays, even though I’m supporting a son, a sister in college, and an ex-wife. “What’s the address here?” I ask Nova, and she hesitates with her response. “Do you want some air conditioning or not?”

  “The landlord won’t pay them for overtime and I can’t afford—”

  “I’ll take care of it,” I tell her, holding the phone away from my mouth.

  She blinks at me and says, “Why would you do that? You just met me…”

  “Because apparently I can’t help myself. Fixing shit is what I do,” I explain.

  “I’ll pay you back—” she starts but I interrupt and demand the address again. She finally rattles it off and I relay it to Eddie before ending the call

  “I’ll, ah, pay you back,” Nova repeats before I can put my phone away in my pocket.

  “No, you won’t.”

  “Yes, I will,” she assures me. “It may just take a while.”

  “Fine,” I huff, so that she’ll let it go.

  “To start with, do you want to come inside, so I can make you dinner tonight?” she offers with a tip of her head toward the shack.

  “Dinner?” I repeat.

  “Sure. Anything you want,” Nova agrees with a grin. ““Well,” she amends, “anything is sort of condensed to the choices of spaghetti, frozen pizza, or waffles. But I can also offer to dry your clothes for you while we eat.”

  I may not have much experience with women or dating, but I’m pretty sure her offer is for a helluva lot more than a meal since she mentioned getting me out of my clothes.

  Chuckling, I tell her, “Okay. Pizza works for me.”

  “So, that’ll be about five dollars off the total I owe you,” she replies. “Guess I’ll have to figure out some other way to pay you back for the rest...”

  That blowjob I wasn’t thinking about earlier with my ex? Well, now it’s decided to knock every other thought out of my mind after Nova makes that sexy offer.

  “You don’t owe me a dime, darlin’,” I assure her before I climb off my bike and take a step closer to her. “And while I try to be a gentleman most of the time, if it’s important for you to…pay back your debt, then I don’t think I’ll be able to refuse anything you have to offer.”

  “Good,” she agrees. “Actually, I’m pretty hungry right now. What about you?” she asks while reaching up to run her fingertip underneath one of the thin, spaghetti straps of her top. Damn, if my tongue doesn’t want to follow the same trail.

  Fuck it.

  I deserve this right here, whatever this turns out to be.

  After all the years I’ve put everyone in my life before me, for the next few days, I don’t have any responsibilities except to take care of myself, starting with needs I no longer seem to be in control of.

  “Starving,” I agree, because it’s the truth. I’m downright ravenous thinking about being with this woman. The girls at the clubhouse are all shared, community property. But Nova, well, she could be mine for the taking.

  “And I’m soaking wet,” she adds, reaching both hands up to ring the water from her messy bun, as if I wasn’t already so turned on I can’t see straight.

  Before I can respond, I have to clear the lust from my throat. “Yeah, me too. And it’ll probably be awhile before the repair guys get this way.”

  “Good, because I hate having to rush to finish,” she says, heavy with more innuendo before she grabs my hand and pulls me toward the front door. My feet gladly follow.

  The interior of her shack is just as small as I expected from the outside. As soon as you step inside, you’re at the foot of her full-size bed. And from here, it’s probably three steps to the single, black leather, oversized chair in front of a thirty-two-inch television that’s sitting on a flimsy dinner tray. Another two steps from the television is the compact kitchen, and I’m pretty sure the only room with a door is the bathroom over in the corner. Wow, my garage is bigger. And fuck, it’s hot in here, even with the three tiny windows open.

  The front door shuts behind me and Nova doesn’t waste any time before she says, “Give me your clothes.”

  Usually, I’m the one giving orders in my life, but I don’t mind this one, so I do as she commands. I start with taking off my boots and damp socks before I pull off my wet jeans.

  Nova parks her ass right down on the edge of the single chair in the room and watches me undress with her nipples pointing indecently at me through her shirt the whole time.

  I slip my arms out of my leather cut and then fold it before laying it on the foot of the bed even though it’s damp, then I pull off my wet t-shirt, letting the soggy material hit the floor with a thud. As soon as I’m standing there in nothing but my black boxer briefs, Nova gets up and comes over. She scoops up all my clothes, then takes them into what I’m certain is the bathroom.

  Okay, so maybe I’ve got this all wrong and she really does just want to dry my clothes for me. I mentally replay our conversation outside, and even consider calling out to ask her since she’s only a few feet away, but then I hear the sound of a dryer turning on. Before I can blink, Nova is walking back out into the living room... Completely. Fucking. Naked.

  God, I’ve missed naked women in my life, and Nova is gorgeous. She’s tall for a woman, and so lean that I almost want to call a timeout to feed her first. But her tits are bouncy and healthy enough that I push the thought aside for now.

  Even though she’s naked, I wait for her to make a move. And she does, walking right up to me and running a palm down my chest.

  “Are you sure about this, darlin’?” I ask, my breath rushing out of my lungs as her hand moves lower, to my abs and then to the waistband of my boxer briefs. “You don’t have to do me as some sort of repayment.”

  “I’m not,” she says, letting her fingertips trail back and forth inside the elastic band. “And I don’t sleep with men I just met.”

  “Oh,” I mutter in confusion.

  “But I’d really like to take you in my mouth.” Her palm cups my cock through the cotton, as if she needed to demonstrate the specific part of me she’s referring to tasting. “Come sit down,” she says, tugging me by my hand over to the leather chair and pushing against my chest so I lower myself into it.

  Watching Nova sink to her knees between my spread thighs, I tell her, “I’m not used to having people give me orders, but I think I can make an exception for you.”

  “Oh really?” she asks while easing both of her palms up the insides of my thighs, making it harder and harder for me to concentrate on her words. “Is that because you’re a Savage King? Do you prefer to tell women what you want them to do to you?”

  “Honestly, darlin’, I haven’t been with a woman in a long, long time.”

  “How long?” Nova questions.

  Instead of giving her the pathetic truth, I tell her, “So long that I can’t promise I’ll be good once you touch me.”

  Tugging the front elastic of my boxer briefs down so that my hard cock bobs free, she says, “I don’t want you to be good.”

  Fuuuuck.

  Instead of fisting my length, she keeps pulling my underwear down over my knees and lowers them until they’re pooled around my ankles.

  “It’s been a long time since anyone was nice to me like you’ve been.” Nova casually looks up and tells me, and that harsh truth momentarily clears the fog of lust from my head. “But I don’t mind if you want to be a little rough with me now. In fact, I would prefer it. Tell me what you want me to do to you and I’ll do it.”

  Her small, delicate hand wraps around my thick shaft and gives me a stroke that sets my skin on fire. It feels good, but god, I want her mouth.

  “War?” she asks, and my name on her lips followed by the additional squeeze she gives me has my hips coming off the chair cushion.

  Unable t
o wait a second longer, I lean up to grab a hold of Nova’s messy bun and bring her head closer to my body while telling her, “I want you to wrap your lips around my cock and keep them there until your stomach is so full of me you won’t be hungry again for days.”

  When her lips part on a gasp of surprise at my vulgar words, I take the opportunity to pull her mouth down onto the swollen head of my dick. She latches right on and immediately applies so much suction that her cheeks hollow out as her palms clutch at my thighs.

  “Fuck, darlin’, just…like…that,” I tell her.

  While I’m holding her head in place, my hips give an involuntary roll that shoves me deeper down her throat. A few more of those pumps and the entire underside of my cock from root to tip is soaking wet from her hot little tongue. Her soft, humming moans send tremors of pleasure all the way through my balls.

  With one hand grasping the chair arm and the other gripping her hair, I fuck her incredible mouth like a savage beast getting its first taste of carnal pleasure.

  Chapter Four

  Nova

  I’m not usually the type of woman who asks a strange man into her house, tells him to get undressed, and then gets on her knees for him.

  But I haven’t touched a single man in years, and I sure as hell haven’t had anyone try to help me out when I was in a tough spot. I would never ask anyone for a dime, including my family and friends back up in Rhode Island. That’s just not the type of person I am. I’m fiercely independent and can take care of myself, even though lately, I’ve been doing a crappy job. My medical bills and student loans are responsibilities I have to handle on my own. I’ve always known that going into the field of social work wasn’t going to make me rich. It’s a job that centers on helping others, which is great for my self-fulfillment but not for my bank account. I’m doing the best that I can, making ends meet and providing all the important necessities in life, like food and shelter. Both of which may not be the best quality, but at least I’m handling everything myself.

  Still, it’s impossible not to feel an enormous amount of gratitude to the man who came along and decided to help me out without asking for anything in return. That’s part of the reason why my entire mouth is full of him at this very moment without a single ounce of regret. Pleasuring War, the ridiculously hot and kind stranger, doesn’t even seem like a sacrifice or a chore like with men in the past.

  “God, I need to come so bad,” he groans with his head thrown back, the veins in his neck straining while he holds my head in place with my hair in his fist and his hips thrusting himself in and out of my mouth. I don’t think my lips have ever been stretched to capacity like this because he’s so thick, but I like it. Hell, I would’ve gotten on my knees for him just for a chance to see him naked. His abs are so amazing my fingernails have to reach up and caress the tightening muscles while War growls, pounding into my mouth like it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Even if I didn’t believe him before, when he said he hadn’t been with a woman in a long time, I would now, thanks to his enthusiastic reaction.

  A few drops of his salty flavor hit my tongue, before his grip on my hair lessens. Jaw clenched tight, he asks me through heavy eyelids, “You gonna suck me dry?”

  To show him I’m all in, I lean forward until my nose touches his pelvis.

  “Hell, yes, darlin’. Get ready.” He grunts, then I feel his flesh swell on my tongue before the hot liquid pulses down my throat. “Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, that’s good. Keep sucking me until you get every last drop,” he demands while cupping my head and holding it to his shaking body.

  I take everything he gives me and still I keep lapping him up.

  “Jesus, Nova,” War eventually says. “That was even better than I remember.”

  While I’m turned on beyond belief and desperate for my own relief, I continue to use my hand to stroke his cock while my tongue licks at his crown.

  Chuckling, he says, “I’m beyond finished, darlin’,” while stroking the side of my face, but I shake my head and take his softening cock deep again. “No, I’m not?” he asks, with another bark of laughter, making his shaft twitch in my mouth.

  Slipping my index finger into my mouth, alongside his cock, I get it nice and wet and then I ease it underneath him, tickling his balls along the way to my target.

  “What the hell are you…uh!” War exclaims as I slip my finger inside of his tight hole without further warning and press against his prostate. “Holy shit!” he shouts as his hips buck forward and his cock thickens in my mouth. Just as I expected, he’s good to go for another round, even though it doesn’t take half as long before he comes the second time. I finally pull my mouth off of his cock with my belly full of him, just like he promised.

  “Jesus,” he pants, and swipes a hand over his forehead to push his damp hair back while I reach up and wipe away the wetness on my lips. “That was…I don’t know what that was but damn, if I don’t want you to do it again.”

  “No one’s ever done that to you before?” I ask as I rest my chin on his hairy thigh.

  “Ah, no. Do I look like the type of man who would let someone do that if they asked?”

  “No. That’s why I didn’t ask,” I inform him with a grin. “You would’ve said no, and then you wouldn’t have known what you’ve been missing.”

  “Thanks, I think,” War replies with another deep chuckle. “But now I want a taste of you.”

  “Oh really?” I ask, my lower belly clenching at just the mention of his mouth between my legs.

  “Stand up,” he demands, so I brace my hands on his thighs to push myself to my feet.

  Strong, possessive hands snatch me up by my waist the next second. For a moment, I’m straddling War’s lap, but then he’s tugging my hips forward so my back hits his thighs. He yanks my legs up with a grip on my knees and places them over his wide shoulders, leaving me spread open right in front of his face. All I can do is watch as his golden eyes lock with mine and then his palms are squeezing both of my breasts while his mouth lowers to place a gentle kiss right in the center of my pussy.

  “Oh, wow,” I moan with unexpected surprise at how good that feels. And it only gets better as his lips and tongue keep moving, never touching the same place twice. At the same time, he’s pinching my nipples between his fingers. He’s not only covering all of the bases, he has them mastered.

  “I owe you at least two orgasms,” War says, blowing his warm breath over my already overheated flesh. “But let’s see if I’m good for three.”

  The tip of his tongue then dips and brushes lightly over my clit, causing my hips to jerk, trying to get away. To make sure I stay in place, War removes one hand from my breast and locks his muscular arm over my waist to hold me against his chest. I get lost in his intense gaze that’s locked on mine while his tongue whips me into a frenzy over and over again. By the third time I come, it’s a mix between pleasure and pain because the release is so powerful. If War wasn’t holding me tight, I’m afraid my body might even have ripped in half.

  “Holy shit,” I mutter after he finally releases me. I swing my left leg over with the right to close them while still leaving them slung over his shoulder. “Where have you been my whole life?” I ask this man, who not only stopped to help me today, but then blew my mind with the most amazing oral sex ever.

  War chuckles while one of his large hands strokes up and down my legs and the other caresses the side of my face. “I was just wondering the same thing.”

  When the pad of his thumb brushes over my lips, I latch onto it and suck hard before he pulls away with a lazy, satisfied grin on his face. Then he’s rubbing circles around my nipple with his wet thumb. After it’s dry again, he flattens his palm to stroke across my clavicle and then skims down between my breasts to my stomach.

  “I’ll feed you just as soon as my legs stop shaking,” I promise him.

  “You already did,” he jokes with a smirk.

  “I’ll feed you some real food,” I amend with my alre
ady flushed cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink.

  “I’m fine, but you look like you could use a few good meals,” he says with a squeeze to my stomach.

  “Being broke is the best diet plan around,” I joke.

  Apparently, War doesn’t think that’s funny. His eyes narrow, and he says, “Do you need to borrow some money?”

  “No,” I snap right away before I pull myself up into a sitting position so I can climb off of his lap. “And especially not after…that.” I gesture to him and his nakedness. “I have a job. A good job,” I assure him while walking over to the small hanging rack where I keep my clothes and grab a clean shirt off one of the hangers to put on.

  “What do you do?” War asks from where he’s still sitting, naked, arms spread out on each side, taking up the entire chair and looking like a king on his throne.

  “I have a master’s degree in social work but had to start at entry level with the state. It doesn’t pay a boatload of money,” I explain.

  “That’s great that you have an advanced degree,” he says. “And I know all about lean times.”

  “You do?” I ask.

  “Yeah. When I first got out of the Army, I was barely making above minimum wage as a garage mechanic. There was no way I would’ve been able to pay my sister’s tuition and everything else with that sort of income.”

  Going back over to stand in front of him, I ask curiously, “Why did you have to pay for your sister’s tuition?”

  “Because our parents died when she was only thirteen and I was twenty-three.” Shrugging his wide shoulders, he says, “It’s my responsibility as her guardian.”

  “Oh,” I say in surprise. “I’m sorry.”

  “It was a long time ago,” he says, waving it off, as if there’s no longer a gigantic hole in his family where his mother and father used to be.

  “And how old is your sister now?” I ask.

  “Twenty-two. She only has one more year before she graduates. She started school late so that she could help me…never mind. Sorry, I didn’t mean to get into the whole family history.”