Savage Kings MC - South Carolina Box Set #1

by Lane Hart

“You got fired because of that night?” I say in shock.

  “Fuck yes. Took weeks for me to get another shop to hire me.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  Chuckling, he grasps my hips and lifts me up and then back down on his dick with a deep grunt of pleasure. “Totally worth it.”

  “You still have the video?” I ask, pressing my palms to his chest.

  “Why?”

  “Because maybe I want to see it too.”

  “God, yes,” Winston groans as I start working my hips on his dick again. “We can…watch it…together.”

  “Can’t wait,” I agree. “Now, shut up so I can come before I suck you off.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he replies, clenching his jaw tight, like he’s trying to hold off for my sake. And bless him, he does too. I not only reach heaven, but I stay there as the blissful waves crash over me until the very last small one.

  “Now, Zoe. Now!” Winston roars as he lifts my hips to get me off of him. I barely scramble to all fours, or get my lips spread around his crown, before the first burst of his hot release pulses onto my tongue.

  “Oh fuck! Fuck, Zoe! Fuck!” he growls as he cups the back of my head to hold my mouth down on his thrusting dick.

  I love the rough treatment and crave more.

  Winston

  * * *

  Zoe and I are fucking amazing together. It wasn’t just the first time or second. If I had to guess, it’s been around thirteen or fourteen mind-blowing times the last few days I took off from work to be with her, and I still can’t get enough. It’s like we’re both trying to make up for the past ten years apart in the span of a week.

  Not to mention, it’s nice to have something to take my mind off what’s to come with the Savage Kings. Shit is going to be bloody, and I’m ready for it, but I don’t want to sit around and dwell on it until the time comes.

  I check my phone again after Zoe and I shower together, and then get dressed.

  But I should’ve known putting on clothes was pointless when I walk into her bedroom and she’s bending over the foot of the bed, her ass in the air right the fuck in front of me, begging for me to take her.

  And I know we’ve fucked a lot when I want her so badly, but my dick doesn’t even twitch in my pants. It must be exhausted.

  “Sorry, babe, but you’ve got to give me a few more minutes to recover from the shower sex,” I tell her when I stalk up to her ass and mold her cheeks to my palms.

  Looking at me over her shoulder, her long brown hair still dripping wet down her back and green eyes even brighter than normal, she says, “Spank me until I come?”

  Holy shit. This woman is going to be the death of me.

  My right hand moves before I even instruct it to, letting go of her ass to haul back and slap the shit out of it, making Zoe cry out. “Again,” she demands.

  “Oh, you’re gonna get a lot more than that,” I say as I smack her bottom again. “We’re going to twenty-five.”

  “Twenty…five?” Zoe gasps without looking back at me.

  “Twenty-five,” I repeat before I give her ass another lick. “One for each magazine you sent me.”

  “How did you…” she starts to ask before my palm landing on her ass interrupts her.

  “You think I didn’t keep them all?” I ask her. “I did. Every. Single. One.”

  I think I make it to ten slaps before I reach down with the fingers on my left hand to feel her pussy. And god, she’s so wet. I bet I could pull out my cock and run it through her slickness, and it would be rock hard and ready to go. I keep two fingers pushed inside of her when my right hand gives her another slap on her ass cheek just so I can feel her walls squeeze around them.

  “Yes! More!” Zoe moans so I keep at it, spanking her while pumping my fingers in and out. Her pussy constricts around them, getting closer and closer to an orgasm. “Please, Winston! Please…fuck me!”

  God, yes.

  I don’t have to be asked twice. I get my pants undone while my fingers keep fucking her until my dick can takes their place. It’s nice and hard, ready for action again.

  “Ohhh! Yesss!” Zoe screams when I slam balls deep inside of her and she starts to come.

  Grabbing both of her arms, I yank them down to the small of her back where I hold them hostage, pressing her face into the mattress. Then, I drive into her tight, clenching pussy a little harder with each thrust until we’re both moaning and grunting so loudly a freight train could come through the house and we wouldn’t hear it.

  Which is probably why I didn’t notice we weren’t alone until I pull out to come on Zoe’s ass and hear a woman’s voice say, “Oh dear!” before the bedroom door slams shut behind me.

  “Fuck,” I whisper when the surge of endorphins starts to trickle away slowly, and I realize it was my mother. She saw us, me and Zoe together. I may have most of my clothes on, but it had to be obvious what we were doing based on the fact Zoe is completely naked, not to mention the sounds we were making. “Fuck!”

  “What?” Zoe asks without lifting her head from the mattress, apparently unaware we’re not alone in the house.

  “Get up and get dressed!” I tell her. After grabbing her discarded towel to clean my mess off of her back, I put my dick away and zip up my jeans.

  “What? Why? I don’t think my legs will work just yet,” she slurs with a giggle.

  “Here,” I say, searching the room for clothes. I grab the first thing I see on the floor, a pair of bathing suit bottoms, and toss them to Zoe. She finally rolls over and scoots to the edge of the bed.

  “We going to the beach today?” she asks with a smile. “Probably best to get some Vitamin D from the sun since we haven’t seen it in days.”

  “No, Zoe, we’re not going to the fucking beach! Our parents are back!”

  “Huh? No way,” she replies with a dismissive wave of her hand. “They’re not coming back until Saturday. Wait. What day is today?”

  “Ah, Friday, I think.” Honestly, I don’t have a clue until I pull out my phone from my pocket to check it. “It’s Friday.”

  “So then why do you think they’re coming home early?” Zoe asks, finally standing up to put on her pink bikini.

  “Because I just heard my mom’s voice when I was coming on you!” I explain.

  “Oh. Oh wow. That’s…”

  “Fucked up?” I supply for her. “Yeah, it is. What are we going to tell them?”

  “Jeez, Winston,” Zoe says as she ties her bikini top. “It’s not that big of a deal. We’re adults, not kids. I’m pretty sure our parents know that we’re not virgins.”

  “Maybe I should try and go out the window,” I mutter as I go over to take a look outside. But we’re a long way up and I don’t need to break my leg before the Kings go to war. They’re going to need me, if I survive whatever Martin does to me.

  Before I can make a final decision on my escape plan, Zoe yanks her bedroom door open, then steps into the hallway. “Dad, Deb, you’re home early,” she says to our folks who must be in the hall too.

  “Fuck me,” I groan before I suck it up and face the firing squad.

  My mom and Martin are both standing frozen in the hall. My mom has her palm over her mouth like she’s about to cry, and Martin is directly behind her, keeping his back to us all, like he’s too ashamed or angry to look at us.

  “You weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow,” I remark.

  “We came back early to spend more time with Zoe before she has to leave,” her dad grits out without looking at us. “Guess we should’ve called to warn you…”

  Zoe looks to me with a cringe, her emerald green eyes begging me to say something to dispel the awkwardness. Like I have any fucking clue what.

  “I was, ah, just helping Zoe tie up her bikini,” I lie. “And putting lotion on her back.”

  Hell, it’s not even a good lie but it’s the best I could come up with.

  My mom raises her eyebrows, like she’s about to call bullshit on me. Jesus Ch
rist. Can’t the woman just keep what she saw to herself? Except, Martin probably heard us. He’s getting old but not deaf.

  “We were having sex,” Zoe blurts out, like a traitor trying to throw me under the bus. “There’s no point lying about it, so can we please just not make a big deal about it?”

  “It was a one-time thing,” I tell our parents, to try and salvage the situation before Martin has a heart attack and makes my mom a widow. “I don’t know what I was thinking. It was stupid, and it won’t happen again. Ever.”

  “No, it definitely won’t happen again!” Zoe grits out when she spins around to face me. “God, Winston, you act like you’re such a big, bad biker when really, you’re just an enormous pussy!”

  Her shoulder rams into mine as she squeezes past me to get back into her room where she slams the door like a sullen teenage girl…

  It hits me I fucked up again and Zoe was right to call me a pussy. I said a bunch of shit I didn’t mean, just like I did before. But this time, I hurt Zoe to save my own ass because I don’t want my mom to hate me. But do I really want to wait another ten years to see Zoe again because of another one of my lies? Fuck no.

  “She’s right, I am a pussy,” I tell our folks as I scrub my palms down my face. I open her bedroom door so she can hear me too before I go on. Seeing her sitting at the foot of the bed, hugging herself, with tears swimming in her big, green eyes makes me feel like the biggest fucking asshole. “I’m sorry you saw or heard us doing that in your house, but it wasn’t the first time and I hope it won’t be the last because, well, Zoe’s the only woman I’ve ever cared about. I love her and I want her. I don’t care if she’s my stepsister. Nothing, not even your disapproval will change how I feel about her.”

  Instead of looking to see my mother’s reaction to my confession, I wait to see Zoe’s. She swipes the tears away from under each of her eyes and then comes over to grab the back of my neck to kiss me.

  “Thank you,” she whispers against my lips.

  Cupping the side of her face in my hand, I use my thumb to dry up the last of the dampness from her cheek. “It’s the truth and it’s what I should’ve said to you and to them ten years—” I don’t get to finish my sentence before a loud ringing phone interrupts me. My phone.

  “Fuck,” I mutter, letting go of Zoe to pull out the device from my pocket. Seeing Roman’s name on the screen has me answering in a hurry. “We ready?”

  “We’re ready,” Roman replies. “Everyone’s meeting here at seven tonight.”

  “And the safe house?”

  “I’ll text you the address. Don’t share it with a fucking soul,” he warns because it’s where his woman Charlotte and Tessa will be staying until this is all over.

  “I won’t,” I agree as I glance at my mother and Martin, who are still motionless statues. “But, um, do you have room for two more?”

  “Your parents?” Roman guesses.

  “Yeah. They came home early.”

  “Sure. It’s a three-bedroom house and I’m sure Charlotte and Tessa could share one.”

  “Thanks,” I tell him. “I’ll get them settled and then head in.”

  After I end the call, I say, “Sorry to cut this discussion short, but we have to go.”

  “I know,” Zoe says with a frown. “Promise you’ll be careful, okay?”

  “I will,” I assure her with another quick kiss. “Pack up what you need.” To Martin and my mom, I say, “Just bring your suitcases.”

  “Why? Where are we going?” my mother asks.

  “Some place safe for the night,” I explain. “I can’t tell you more than that, but it’s important. Please?”

  “Fine,” she huffs. And I know that once she’s on board, Martin will be too.

  “You three can all ride together and follow me on my bike.”

  “Great,” Zoe grumbles before she goes back into her room. “Just great.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Zoe

  * * *

  My emotions have been on a rollercoaster this afternoon.

  First, I was riding high when Winston and I were together, then I was embarrassed we got caught screwing by our parents before I became angry at him for lying to them. But then finally, Winston confessed to them and told me how he really feels.

  I just wish he didn’t have to leave tonight on some dangerous MC mission. What the hell am I supposed to do while in lockdown at some secret location with my parents after the things they witnessed earlier?

  I quickly change out of my bathing suit and into a sleeveless cotton dress, then throw a change of clothes into my purse, along with my phone.

  As soon as I climb into the backseat of my dad’s car, they don’t even wait until we’re out of the driveway before they start in.

  “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” my dad asks.

  “About what?” I say innocently before Winston cranks up his motorcycle with a welcome sound to interrupt the silence in the car.

  “Zoe,” my father warns, eyeing me in the rearview. At least he’s making eye contact again.

  “What do you want me to say? I think Winston explained it all very well.”

  “So, you…feel the same way?” Debra questions me.

  “Yes.”

  “Well,” she says with a sigh. “This is all a lot to take in.”

  “I wasn’t all that surprised,” my dad says as he puts the car in reverse and backs out of the driveway to follow Winston. “Although, knowing something and having to…hear it firsthand are two different things. Could you two do what you do someplace other than our house from now on?”

  “Huh?” I ask in confusion. I expected my dad to be pissed off or disgusted. Well, I’m not sure what I expected honestly, but it wasn’t his embarrassed acceptance.

  “It’s the type of thing that deserves some privacy,” he goes on to say. “For everyone’s sake.”

  “So, you’re okay with this?” Deb asks him as we follow behind Winston, making each of his same turns.

  “Your son loves my daughter. I figured as much after he was ready to throttle me years ago when I wouldn’t tell Zoe she couldn’t go to Paris. I’m sure Winston will look after her and take care of her. As a father, I don’t think I could find a better man for my girl.”

  “Winston is a good man,” Deb agrees. “Do you think Zoe is why he’s never had a girlfriend or brought a woman home for us to meet?”

  “Probably,” my father answers as the two continue to have a conversation without me. It’s incredibly surreal, not just because they know about us now, but because Winston admitted to me, and to them, that he cares about me and loves me. It’s what I would’ve given anything to hear ten years ago before I left.

  Would I have still gone to Paris? Most likely, because pursuing my dream meant everything to me. I enjoyed the six-month competition and even most of the last few years, getting to be the center of attention, a well-known model, even if most of my recent work shows a lot of skin. But it would’ve been nice to come home to Winston over the years.

  When we pull up to a random house out in the middle of nowhere, which takes several minutes riding down a dirt road to find, Winston quickly shows us inside to our rooms where there are two other women, a pretty redhead and blonde, hanging out, watching television in the living room.

  I can’t help but feel jealous of them when Winston gives the blonde a hug.

  “You know the drill?” he asks her.

  “Yep. Stay inside with the doors and windows locked. Don’t answer for anyone unless I recognize them on the Ring doorbell camera, and try not to worry myself to death.”

  “That’s it,” he tells her. “Charlotte, Tessa, these are my folks, Martin and Debra Donahue and, ah, my stepsister Zoe Donahue.”

  “Nice to meet you,” the blonde—Charlotte, I’m guessing—says when she stands up and offers us all a handshake while the redhead stays seated and gives us all a small smile. “I’m Charlotte, Roman’s girlfriend.”

  We
ll, that’s a relief, that she’s with the president of the Savage Kings. Guess that explains why she’s here too.

  “I hate it, but I need to get going,” Winston says.

  “Will you call and give us updates?” I ask.

  “I’ll try, if you’ll answer your phone,” he remarks before he grabs my waist to pull me flush against the front of his body. He kisses me with a little tongue action before he pulls away and walks out the door without another word, leaving me surrounded by stunned faces.

  “Wow.” Charlotte is the first one to speak as the motorcycle outside cranks up and the rumbling grows quieter as he drives away. I brace myself for her to mention the stepsister thing but instead, she says, “I never thought I would see the day when that grumpy SOB would be smitten.”

  Winston

  * * *

  I hate having to leave Zoe after spending every second of the last few days with her, but it’s time to take care of business.

  She’ll be fine at the safe house with my parents and the other women. If it was in any way traceable back to the MC, then there’s no way Roman would have left Charlotte there. Besides, if all goes according to plan, I have a feeling we’re going to get the drop on the assholes tonight before they even know who or what hit them, so any chance of retaliation is slim to fucking none.

  After parking my bike in a row of about two dozen others, I stroll into the clubhouse feeling lighter than usual; in part, because Zoe’s forgiven me and lifted that burden off my shoulders. But mostly, I’m floating because the last few days in bed with her have been fucking amazing.

  “Holy shit. What the fuck happened to you?” Marcus asks from his post next to the door as he flicks the ashes away from his cigarette.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You were just smiling,” he replies. “Like the kind of goofy grinning that shows teeth. Never seen that happen before.”

  “No, I wasn’t,” I argue, getting back in control of my facial muscles and forcing them to frown.