Savage Kings MC Box Set 1
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“My reasons for moving don’t have anything to do with the Savage Kings,” I lie. “Actually, I’ve met someone. He’s an attorney, in New Bern.”
“Really?”
“Yes, and well, the commute is difficult. With email and conference calls, I would be available to your office around the clock for anything you need. You won’t even notice that I’m not in the building. And of course, I could attend any meetings or court dates in person as needed.”
“I don’t see why that would be an issue. We actually need another body in that office anyway. I’ll go ahead and start the paperwork for your transfer from Atlanta,” he says, without putting up any argument.
“Great. Thank you, sir,” I tell him with a smile.
“And I’d love to meet this attorney of yours. Maybe I can stop by and say hello the next time I’m on the coast visiting my niece.”
“S-sure,” I agree, hoping he doesn’t really mean that he would come by our place. Even if he does, I feel confident that Dalton and I can handle it.
Maybe I’m making the biggest mistake of my life, but right now, in this moment, I’m more certain than ever that I want to be with Dalton, come what may.
Epilogue
Dalton
A year later…
Tonight, I left my bike at the clubhouse since I didn’t want to mess up my suit. It’s still the only one I own, the one Peyton first fell for me in. I’d hate to fuck it up other than the scuffed knees.
Folding up my cut and putting it away in the saddlebag before I left sucked, but I know for a fact you can take a Savage King out of his patches, but you can never take the patches off of a King.
The bearded skull is a part of me that runs deeper than the ink on my back. It’s in my blood and always will be. That’s why, every once in a while, I don’t mind throwing on some different clothes and playing the part my old lady needs me to play.
Peyton and I have found a way for our polar opposite lifestyles to mesh together. Sometimes she wears leather and sometimes I put on a tie. All that matters is that we know who we are under the clothes we’ve both chosen to wear in life.
“Honey, I’m home!” I call out after I park my truck in the garage and come in the side door that leads to our kitchen. I start to undo my tie while strolling carefree into the dining room.
“Oh hey, Henry. How was your day? Do you remember me telling you about Assistant U.S. Attorney, Stan Sommers?” Peyton asks when I walk into the room, introducing us like she didn’t give me the heads-up last week that he would be stopping by today, so we’d have time to prepare.
“It’s such an honor to meet you, sir. Peyton’s told me great things,” I say to her boss man as I hold out my hand and shake his.
We sit in the living room, shooting the shit for a while, talking mostly about the weather and sports. Turns out, we’re both fans of the Wilmington Wildcats football team.
“A few years back, I met two of their wide receivers. Great guys,” I say to him.
“You lucky dog,” Stan replies with a chuckle.
“Honey, could you help me bring out dinner?” Peyton calls to me from the kitchen.
“Absolutely, kitten. It smells delicious!” I say as I excuse myself and head that way.
In the privacy of our kitchen, I grab my old lady around the waist and kiss her so hard I nearly dip her backwards.
“I want you so much,” she whispers against my lips.
“You love Henry the attorney, don’t you?” I ask.
Grinning up at me, she says, “I love Dalton, the outlaw biker more. He’s a bigger freak in the sheets.”
“You don’t say?” I ask, giving her another kiss and then the amazing smells hijack my attention. Glancing over to the kitchen island, I see rows of dishes—an entire roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans. There’s even fresh bread. “Wow. How long have you been cooking all this? It looks great.”
“It’s all store-bought,” she whispers. “I put it in pots and pans to heat it up and make it look homemade. The containers are out in the garbage bin.”
“Damn, kitten. I love it when you pull your own cons. It’s so fucking hot.” I reach down to squeeze both of her luscious ass cheeks.
“I’m gonna con you out of your suit as soon as dinner is over,” she promises with a smile.
“Can’t fucking wait,” I tell her while slipping my hands up her skirt. When I feel the elastic string of her thong, I give it a tug that makes her panties drop to the floor.
“Dalton!” she whispers as she looks over her shoulder to make sure we’re still alone. I bend down to help her lift each of her heels to completely remove the blue lace.
“Knowing you’re not wearing panties will make this dinner with your boss even more fun,” I assure her, tucking the lace into my pants pocket.
“You’re so bad,” she tells me with a shake of her head when she turns to grab some plates from the cabinet.
“Yeah, and you fucking love it,” I remind her with a smack on her ass.
The End
Also by Lane Hart and D.B. West
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King’s Road (A Prequel to Chase)
Chase
Abe
Torin
War
Maddox
Dalton
Reece
Miles
Sax
Cooper
Gabriel
Cedric
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