Savage (Demented Souls #15)

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S avage couldn’t help but wonder about Donna’s odd reactions. She was obviously scared of something, and he thought she was trying to get away from someone, but he had no clue why. He did what he could to reassure her, but between the dark circles under her eyes and her thin dress, he just wanted to make sure she was fed and warm. For some reason it was important to him that she was taken care of. He didn’t understand it but trusted his instincts.

They made it back to the motel, he checked the row of motorcycles and found they were all still in place, none missing. That was good, it meant the women would be around and more than likely one or more would be willing to spend a little time with Donna.

“Come on, they’ve got free coffee in the lobby, let me see if any of the women are there,” Savage said as they approached the building. Thankfully, the lobby had a large glass front, and he could see no one other than the clerk was there without going inside. He wasn’t sure how they might take someone coming into the office without a shirt, and he didn’t want to cause problems. “Nope, let me check with our VP first.”

He led her to the door of Sadist’s room and knocked. He heard movement on the other side, so he waited. He fought the desire to reach out and take Donna’s hand. He barely knew her, and something told him she wouldn’t be comfortable with it. Still, he thought a touch as innocent as that might help, but he held back. She needed to know him better first.

The door opened a few inches. Savage looked up to find Sadist standing in the opening, wearing a pair of jeans that were zipped but the button open, and it appeared nothing else, glaring down at him.

“What?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I’ve got someone with me who needs some company for a few minutes while I shower and get dressed. I thought Beth might be willing, if she’s free.”

“Sorry, she’s busy.” Sadist’s gaze flicked from Savage to Donna then back again. “Try Dumbass. Jailbait is probably closer to her age.”

“Will do. You know what room he’s in?”

The VP gave him a room number then closed the door. Savage heard the lock click into place and grinned as he shook his head.

“Come on. He’s right. Jailbait is closer to your age, though Beth’s not that much older.” He had no doubt what Beth was busy doing, not that he’d even tried to look past Sadist. He had more respect for the women of the club than that.

They made their way to the room Sadist had given them and repeated the procedure. He knocked, then waited.

“It will be okay, really.” He tried to sound reassuring. He didn’t have long to wait this time. When the door opened, Jailbait stood there, fully dressed except for shoes. Behind her, Savage could see Dumbass stretched out on the bed, looking comfortable.

“Hey, man, what’s up?” Dumbass called from where he lay.

“Not much. I’ve got a friend here,” Savage tipped his head toward Donna, “she could use a little company while I shower and dress. I thought Jailbait might be up for it?”

“How long?” Dumbass asked. “We’re planning to go eat soon.”

“Ten or fifteen minutes, tops. Then we plan to go eat too. Maybe we can go together?” He turned and looked at Donna, hoping the presence of the other couple would make her feel more comfortable. “We’ll talk about that after I shower.” He glanced back at Jailbait then to Donna, hoping she would get the hint that he didn’t think Donna would be comfortable in their room any more than in his.

“Give me just a sec.” Jailbait left the door open as she turned away, stepped into her shoes, then picked up a room key and shoved it into her bra before shoving her phone into the ass pocket of her shorts. “I’ll be back in a bit. You want some coffee from the office?” she asked Dumbass.

“I’m good.” He shook his head then reached over and smacked her ass. He only grinned when she put her hands on her hips and glared at him. She stepped closer, leaned forward, and kissed him then he turned his attention back to the TV while Jailbait turned back toward the door.

“Come on. Let’s go up to the office and get something to drink. You can help me come up with ways to torture him.” She tilted her head back toward the bed where Dumbass lay, a dopey, content look on his face.

Savage didn’t miss the way his friend pretended to watch TV, but his gaze was on the sway of his woman’s ass instead.

Savage shook his head and turned back to face Donna. Jailbait stepped out of the room and pulled the door shut behind her.

“Donna, this is Jailbait. Jailbait, this is Donna. I just met her, and I want to take her to breakfast but I need clothes first. I didn’t think she’d be comfortable in the room with Sackett and me, but I promise I won’t take long.”

“No problem. We got this.” Jailbait turned to Donna and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you. I was just going to the office for coffee, why don’t you come along, and we’ll find you something to drink too.”

He made sure they had his room number, then hurried of to get ready.