2. Saxon
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SAXON
I can still feel the warmth of her body on my fingertips. A low, steady burn that’s settling deep into my chest, and I can’t fucking stand how much it’s making me think about her.
Tammy…
What is it about her?
She’s just so different than any of the other girls I’ve known in my life. The way she carries herself–completely unaware of how gorgeous she is. She acts so innocent. Does she have any idea the kind of power she holds over men? I’ve had more than my share of women, but there’s something about her…something special.
I pull my bike up in front of my apartment and kill the engine, but I don’t get up immediately. I just sit there, my mind still wrapped up in vile and corrupted thoughts of all the things I want to do to her.
Maybe it’s the way she looked at me with those big, bright, innocent eyes that held my gaze like a challenge. Of course I’m used to women wanting to be with me, but there’s something about Tammy that’s different. It’s like she’s fighting against her own desires for some reason. And all that does is make me want her more. Make me want to make her want me.
I scoff and shake my head, trying to clear my mind of the spider’s web of twisted thoughts. I have other things to focus on right now–like the operations of my biker gang, The Heartless Bastards. But Tammy has imbedded herself in me like a splinter, poking and prodding every time I try to focus on anything else. I’ve never had a woman distract me like this ever, and it’s starting to piss me off.
I stomp into the house and toss my keys onto the counter, my old boots scraping across the worn hardwood floor. My place may be small, but it’s mine. Cold concrete walls with no decoration beyond one family photo hanging by the door from when I was a child, put there to remind me of how our family was before things fell apart. Before Dad went to prison and Mom lost herself in despair and overdosed. Before I dropped out of school, stole my first bike, and joined my first gang.
My place may be sparse, but it suits me and the life I’ve chosen. But something feels off tonight. Like the silence is louder. The air somehow stifling.
I grab a bottle of whiskey and pour a glass, hoping the burn going down will take my mind off of Tammy. Annoyingly, it has the complete opposite effect, amplifying the heat already straining my chest, forcing the image of her gorgeous looks straight to the front of my mind.
Christ, I just don’t get it.
I never get caught up with women in this way.
I’ve got a reputation to protect. I don’t fall in love. Ever . But when I saw Tammy at the bar, standing there with such gorgeous innocence, it was like something deep inside me suddenly gave way. A primal need surfaced–a need to have her. To break through the challenging barrier she’s put up, claim her as mine and make her feel something she’s definitely not ready for.
And for once, I actually want to keep this one…
I take a long, burning sip of my drink and gaze into the amber liquid. What is it about her? Sure, she’s young and ferociously sexy, with curves that look like they were designed to fit perfectly against my body and my body alone–but I can’t help but feel like she’s way too innocent for an outlaw like me. It wouldn’t shock me one bit if she told me she was a virgin. And that vulnerability just makes me want to protect her from everything.
Protect her and ruin her at the same time…
The image of her perfection swells in my thoughts. Her lips parted ever so slightly as she spoke, her bright, gorgeous eyes, the way her ample breasts rose and fell with each breath, so perky and full, even when hidden beneath her baggy T-shirt. Her beauty feels somehow dangerous, like I’m standing on a precipice about to plunge into a complete loss of control.
My cell vibrates angrily on the counter, violently shaking me from my daydreaming. I glance over and see it’s a message from Roxy, the last of my girls who’s convinced herself she’s was an actual ex-girlfriend. I already feel the anger rising in me. She’s been texting non-stop since I stopped seeing her, acting like I owe her something. Like we were more than just a casual thing.
I don’t owe her jack. And I sure as hell don’t feel like wasting more of my time reminding her of that. I ignore the message, then swipe it into the trash. I am not in the mood to deal with her right now.
I grab the whiskey bottle again and top off my glass, then take another fiery drink. No matter what I do, my thoughts circle back to Tammy. That splinter in my mind that I can’t seem to get at. And I’m starting to get seriously pissed that she’s having this kind of effect on me.
I’ve always gotten what I want by one means or another. Women fall at my feet like I’m a movie star, but Tammy’s reaction was different. It was like she was afraid. Maybe unimpressed. Maybe that’s why I find her so fucking irresistible.
When I wake up the next morning, the first thing on my mind is Tammy.
It’s sick. She’s taken over my thoughts like a virus. Her young, soft, enticing curves and her shy, beautiful eyes are all I can see. The way she looked away when she first caught me staring at her–those images burn through my mind like a wildfire. I hate to admit it, but I need to see her again. I need to be close to her. See if that connection I felt to her last night is actually real or just some kind of trick on my mind.
I grab my leather jacket, head out the door, and hop on my bike. There are a thousand other things I should be doing today with the gang, but I just can’t seem to shake these thoughts of Tammy. The splinter in my spine, placed there by her. The gravitational pull back to the bar. To her .
The short ride to Jayne’s feels absurdly long. Like every minute that goes by is a wasted minute I could be spending close to her. When I pull into lot outside the bar, I see her through the window, standing behind the counter. Maybe I’m just imagining things, but she looks like she’s waiting for me.
She doesn’t notice me when I first step inside, but I’m not bothered. I just lean up against the wall and watch her as she bends over the counter, wiping it with a rag as she talks to a customer. I’m almost jealous of her giving another male her attention, but it’s just an old man well past his prime. There’s no way she’s interested in him.
She’s wearing a pair of skin-tight black jeans and a faded black T-shirt that looks like it came from my closet. Her breasts bounce as she makes circles with her arm, causing a rush of blood to my cock. I’m getting hard fast. My heartrate is jacked. I can feel that magnetic pull again, like an invisible chain linked to each of us, pulling me closer and closer…
When Tammy finally looks up and catches my eye, I can feel time slow down. This time, she doesn’t look away. She holds my gaze without hesitation. Her lips part ever so slightly, and I swear I can see her pulse beating heavy through the creamy white skin of her neck. That desperate thirst is rising between us again. The same thirst I felt when I saw her last night.
I start to walk over to her, and the low hum of the bar fades into the background as I grow closer. She stands there, her innocent eyes locked on me, as if she’s waiting for me to act.
When I reach the counter, I don’t say anything. I don’t need to. I just lean in close and inhale, filling my lungs with her pheromones that instantly get me high like a predator that’s caught scent of its prey. I watch her body for any reaction. Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches for a glass.
She’s nervous.
Good.
She’s feeling what I’m feeling, which makes this so fucking fun.
I lean closer, my voice coming out sharp like the sharp edge of a blade. “Tammy, right?” I ask, low and sexy, the tone that drives women wild.
Her eyes flicker. She can’t hide that she feels special I remembered her name. But that same hesitation from last night reappears. Only it’s slightly different. She doesn’t look like she wants to pull away or hide. She looks like she wants to give in. Submit.
“You’re still here,” I say, my lips twisting into a crooked grin. “Shouldn’t a good girl like you be somewhere else?”
Tammy giggles softly but not uncomfortably. I can tell she’s still unsure if she should be feeling anything for me. She’s fighting her instincts but losing the battle.
“I dunno.” She shrugs, her voice barely a whisper. Christ, she’s gorgeous. “Maybe I don’t want to be somewhere else.”
That’s it.
That’s all I needed.
I move in, closing the distance between us, and reach my hand out to tuck a loose strand of her delicate hair behind her ear, letting the backs of my fingers brush against her soft skin. A soft, feminine gasp escapes her lips at my touch, and I see a shiver rush through her body.
I lean in even closer, sweeping my lips against the lobe of her ear. I whisper, “I know you don’t, Tammy. You want to be right here with me.”
She doesn’t pull back. Hell, she doesn’t even flinch. And it’s right then that I know she’s mine.
I move quickly as I go around the counter and take her by the hand. She gasps as I lead her out the front door and into the parking lot. My cock is swollen and hard, pressing painfully against the fly of my jeans. Desire and lust rage through me in a way I’ve never experienced.
I can’t explain how she’s doing it, but I want Tammy more than I’ve ever wanted any woman.
“Where are you taking me?” she whispers as I lift her onto the back of my bike, throw my leg over the saddle, and kick the engine to life.
“Away” is the only response I give her.
This is no time for talking. I’m too focused. Driven by pure, animalistic desire as I speed out of the lot, a smile twisting over my lips as Tammy throws her arms around my waist, hanging on for dear life.
My bike’s engine growls beneath me, sending vibrations through my spine as I speed down the winding road. Tammy clutches me tightly, her young perky tits pressed against my back. Every curve of her body is like an injection of fuel to my already overheating core, reminding me of just how desperately I crave her.
She’s everything I never knew I needed and more.
And I don’t know how I’ll ever get enough of her.
The warm wind slashes at my cheeks, feeding the fire racing through my veins. I can feel her body heat searing through the tough leather of my jacket. Every twist we take causes her flesh to shift against mine, sending sparks through me and causing my blood to race even faster. I smell her scent–her pheromones that I was nearly drunk on last night. They overtake my senses, driving me manic with unhinged lust. They’re silky sweet, like the rain of a summer storm that I’d happily drown in.
I rev the throttle harder, pushing the bike past its limit, trying to outrun my overpowering desire for her.
Tammy.
The only thought in my mind.
Tammy…
I hear her sharp intake of breath as I pull the bike into a hard right off the road and speed through the trees, branches and brush whipping past us until the hidden road opens up and reveals the lake, cool and blue beneath the moonlight.
Only I know about this secret spot.
My spot. But tonight, I’m going to do something I’ve never done before: I’m going to bring someone else here and let them see it too.
My thirst for Tammy is threatening to choke the breath from me. I bring the bike to a slow halt and lean it over, kill the engine, and turn to face her. And that’s when I see it. The same hunger I saw last night. The same hunger now raging in my chest. I take her small, soft hand in mine and pull her close. The spark between us is undeniable.
I step off the bike, my head swimming and my legs unsteady from the rush of the moment. I’ve never felt this way before. I should feel guarded. Reserved. But with Tammy, I don’t care. I want to feel this way with her.
I press her down onto her back so she’s reclined fully on the seat of my bike, and she offers no resistance. The hem of her shirt pulls up just enough so I can see the skin of her sculpted midsection, a work of art like a piece of marble cut by a master sculptor.
The top button of her jeans is just begging to be undone, and my hunger for her has reached a critical threshold. My need for her is wild and urgent, like she’s going to disappear if I don’t have her now. My hands are all over her face, her waist. I lift her shirt and expose her breasts—perfect perky teardrops with hard little pink nipples.
Her body quivers beneath my touch.
I need more. I need to see how much she’ll give me.
I reach in with both hands, my cock pulsing with unrelenting need, but that’s when she finally stops me, her breasts heaving with heavy breaths.
I see the doubt there, lurking dangerously in her eyes. She swallows hard before speaking, her voice more hesitant than before. “You’ve done this a million times.” It’s a statement, but her expression says she’s begging for me to contradict her. “I know what kind of guy you are, Saxon. You’re not fooling me. I’m not just one of those girls you can fuck and ghost.”
My body freezes. My chest goes tight. So she’s not as na?ve as I thought. I should have known. But there’s just something about Tammy that disarms me. I shouldn’t give two shits about what she thinks about me, but for some reason, I want her to think I’m different.
I can be different.
For her.
“I never claimed to be anything, Tammy,” I tell her. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m an arrogant, womanizing scumbag. But you’re still wrong about something.” I reach a hand out, cupping her delicate cheek. Her beauty is angelic, unmatched. Like a doll, so flawlessly crafted she almost seems unreal. “This place, right here–I’ve never brought anyone here. Not a single damn soul, let alone a girl. But I brought you, Tammy. I may not be the best with words, but I know this: you mean something to me.”
Her beautiful eyes go wide, and for a second, I think I see fear, and a shot of panic hits me as I expect her to pull away. But she doesn’t. She stays where she is, reclined back on my bike, shirt pulled up, showing off her stunningly perfect tits. They rise and fall with each breath. I can see a war waging behind her gaze–distrust, desire, fear–all blending together like the perfect storm.
“I brought you here because I want you , Tammy,” I continue, my voice heavy with the weight of my truth. “I don’t want this to be another random hookup. Even if I am an arrogant asshole, broken in too many ways to count, I’m not lying when I say I feel something for you. Something special. Something intense.”
Again, I wait for her to stand and race away into the woods, but again, she stays where she is. This time, she reaches up with her delicate hands, takes mine, and moves them to the top button of her pants.
“I don’t know what you think I can give you, Saxon,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the breeze. “I don’t even know if I have the strength to give it to you.”
Something moves inside me. What’s she getting at? It’s like she’s submitting to me, only at the same time, warning me away.
Fuck it. I can’t be stopped.
Not right now.
I pop her top button and slide down her fly as I slip my hand into her pants. The warmth from her center encompasses the rough skin on my palm as I explore her most precious of places. “Don’t worry about being strong for me, Tammy. Just be here for me. And I promise, you’ll never question my desire for you again.”
I don’t even give her a chance to respond before kissing her. Our lips touch, and it’s like the entire world fades into oblivion, leaving only the two of us wrapped in an embrace that feels like it’s been a long, long time coming.
I can feel her wetness through her panties, which I pull aside to reveal her smooth little slit. Her body melts into mine as she arches her back off my bike and presses her tits against my chest, a helpless moan escaping from her beautiful lips.
And that’s when I know.
This connection I’ve been feeling. The pull–like we’ve been linked together by an invisible thread. It’s real. And we both know it.
And for the first time since my family was destroyed and I was left alone in the darkness of the world, I know I’ve found someone worth holding on to. Someone I’d give my life for.