Savage (Demented Souls #15)

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“T hat took longer than usual, is everything okay?” Savage asked as Donna came back from getting ready for bed.

“Yeah, Sadist stopped me on my way out and asked me a few questions is all.” She stopped beside him but didn’t sit, instead she bent and kissed his cheek. “I’m going to go on back to the tent. You coming soon?”

“Yeah.” He caught her hand and looked up at her face, trying to get an idea of what Sadist had said to her. She looked a little confused, but not upset. Good. He might not have to come to blows with his VP. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. He just needed to know a few things. It was no big deal.” She bent low, until her face was only a few inches from his. “It was nothing. He was just trying to protect the club. I’m fine. Don’t go pick a fight. Come to bed instead. Come to me.” She dropped a quick kiss on his lips then straightened and walked away, not bothering to look back.

Savage couldn’t help but watch as she walked away, ass swaying with each step. When she disappeared from view, he turned back to face the table where several of his brothers sat. Movement in front of the bunkhouse drew his gaze. Sadist had just stepped out and stood scanning the area. Probably looking for Beth. Savage considered confronting him about questioning Donna.

“I suggest you don’t,” Mac said from where he sat on the opposite side of the table.

“I don’t what?”

“Go start a fight with the VP,” Mac said. “I’ll go one further and suggest you do just as that little girl said and head to bed. I have no doubt she’s waiting for you. And if I read the look on her face, and her body language right, she ain’t got no clothes on while she waits.”

Savage’s gaze left Sadist in an instant and landed on Mac, at the same time, his dick twitched and started to stiffen. Was Mac right? “What makes you think so?

Mac lifted one brow and stared at him a moment. “This ain’t my first trip around the block, boy. And Elyse isn’t the first woman I’ve been with. I know what it looks like when a woman is flirting, even one without a lot of experience tempting her man. You’re little girl? She had that look.”

Savage wasn’t sure how he felt about his brother calling Donna ‘little girl’, but it was better than piece of ass like Sackett had used, and he knew Mac, if he called her ‘little girl’, he had no interest in her. Not that he would anyway. Savage had seen how gone Mac was on Elyse. Neither one looked at anyone else.

Now he turned and stared into the darkness where she’d gone. His pants getting tighter with every breath.

Mac was right. She wasn’t upset. There was no reason to have words with the VP. Especially not when he had a warm woman waiting on him.

“You’re right. I’m going to bed.” He ignored the catcalls and jeering from some of the brothers, mostly the few single men, and headed for the tent.

“Babe?” he called out when he was still several steps away from the tent. The trip hadn’t taken more than a couple of minutes, but it was more than enough time that he wished he was wearing nearly anything but jeans. He adjusted his now erect cock as he took the last couple of steps.

“Yeah?” Donna’s voice came back.

“Just wanted to let you know it was me.” He reached the tent and unzipped the doorway. “I didn’t want to scare you when I let myself in.” He toed off his boots and stepped inside in just his socks, just like he did every time. Then moved both his boots and her shoes inside so no critters climbed inside overnight.

Calm down, he thought to his dick as he zipped them inside. When he turned around and spotted Donna for the first time, he felt like the air had been knocked from his chest. She sat inside the sleeping bag, the top side tucked under her arms, but it was clear she had no shirt on under it. He didn’t know if she wore anything on the bottom, but he was about to find out.

“You sure this is what you want, babe?” he asked before moving from next to the door.

She didn’t say anything, just nodded.

“I need the words, babe. I need to hear you say you want this.”

“I—” She paused, swallowed, and tried again. “I want this. I want you.” Her gaze dropped from his face to the bed in front of her. “Last night you showed me what it feels like to come. Now I want you to show me what it feels like when we do it together.”

He hadn’t thought it possible, but his cock got even harder, making his jeans even more uncomfortable.

“I’d like that too, babe, but I wanted to make sure you were ready. You’ve been through enough. I didn’t want to be another regret.”

Her fingers tangled together in her lap. Savage remained where he was, waiting to see what she wanted to say but was having a hard time getting out.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” She paused and lifted her gaze to his. “I think if everything fell apart tomorrow, and I never saw you again. I’d be sorry for that, but never regret meeting you. I’ll always be thankful that you were there when I needed help and that you stepped between me and the men looking to hurt me. That’s something I’m not sure I could ever forget. The only person who’s ever done that for me before was my dad. And he’s been too far away to do that for a while now.”

Savage found himself moving to her side and going down on one knee. “I want to be there for you. I want to be the one to step between you and any threat. I want to be your shield from the world.” He reached up and cupped her cheek. “I can’t say what will happen tomorrow, or a week from now, or a year. But I want to be there. I want to see this little one born.” He let his hand drop to rest on her belly. “I want to see her grow. I want to be the man who teaches her how to expect to be treated and how to throw a punch if she needs to defend herself.” He searched her face, looking for any clue what she might be thinking.

“I want that too, but you’re thinking too much.” She leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

It took everything in him not to move over her, push her back until she lay beneath him and take control of the kiss. Instead, he coaxed her mouth open and spent longer than he should have tasting her.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said, her voice breathy, when he finally pulled away.

“I am, but I’m sure you know how to fix that.” He shrugged out of his kutte, folded it, and set it next to his bag. He might not be putting on his sweats tonight, but he would still need in the bag, especially if she got what she wanted. And he planned to give it to her.

Before he’d turned back from setting down his vest, her hands tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt. He grabbed the back of the collar and tugged it over his head. Her hands slid up his stomach and chest before he’d tossed his shirt aside.

When her hands went to his waist and started fumbling with the button of his jeans, he covered them with his.

“Not yet, babe. If you do that, things will be over too soon. I haven’t waited this long not to get to taste all of you.” He crawled from where he knelt over her until he was on his side of the sleeping bag and bent to his bag. “Let me grab something then I’m all yours, babe.”

He rooted around until he found the box of condoms he’d packed in Tucson, just in case. He hadn’t planned on using them, at least not for what they were intended for, but he’d learned long ago to always be prepared, and they had so many uses. He tossed the box next to his pillow then turned back to Donna.

She lay staring up at him, her hair spread across the pillow and her eyes wide as she watched him. He liked the way she watched him. It made him feel ten feet tall and bulletproof.

“You sure you want this? I’m giving another chance to change your mind. But it’s not your last chance. All you have to do, at any point, is say no. I’ll stop and leave you alone, okay?” He kept his eyes on hers, making sure she understood. That fuckwad of an ex may not have taken no for an answer, but he was better than that. He wouldn’t force himself on a woman who didn’t want him.

Instead of saying anything, she lifted on hand, caressed it down his chest and stomach until she reached the waistband of his jeans.

“Shut up and come here.” She used her grip on his jeans to tug him down beside her. “I may not know everything, but I know what I’ve enjoyed so far.” She lifted her head and torso enough to press her lips against his.

The taste of her swiftly went to his head. He opened his mouth against hers, coaxing her to participate as he tasted her, then broke the kiss and trailed his mouth along her jaw, then down her neck. He let his hands play lightly along her skin. Easing the thick layer of covering back as he moved down her body, kissing and worshiping every inch as he revealed it.

When he got to her breasts, he made sure to give them equal attention. He licked, sucked, and eventually bit gently at the sensitive tips, watching her reactions for cues as to what she liked and what didn’t do anything for her.

“Oh, oh, oh!”

Her cries were music to his ears. In a way, it made him glad that the fucknugget that was her ex had been so pitifully inadequate in bed. He hadn’t given her enough pleasure to have any reason to make her silence her natural reactions. And Savage loved hearing them. He loved hearing every bit of how he made her feel.

He teased and played with her breasts until her voice had gone breathy. Her hands tangled in his hair, and she squirmed against him. He could tell from the way she moved, her husky pleas that she needed more but didn’t know what. She knew he could give her what she needed, but she didn’t know how to get there.

He let his hands slide farther down her body, easing the sleeping bag down her body. When one hand reached the apex of her thighs and dipped between them, he found her slick and hot. Her hips bucked, as his finger brushed her clit, and a whimper of need escaped her lips.

Savage eased her thighs apart, then lifted her legs free of the bedding, at the same time he worked his way down her belly, giving light kisses and nips with his teeth as he made his way to the treasure just waiting for him.