Chapter 3
SAVAGE
First sight of her in nearly two months, I clench my teeth together and do my best not to look at her. Sure, I’ve seen her, but not like this. Not this close.
And damnit if the sight of her doesn’t do something to my chest.
Honor got here a couple of hours ago, bringing her best friend, and I knew the moment she showed.
No one looks as good as she does. Not with her mile long legs, she’s got to be roughly five foot seven.
Put those legs with that heart-shaped ass and tits that would fill my palms perfectly, she’s the whole package.
None of that matters though, not when she’s off-limits.
As the sister to my club brother, Gunner, she’s like a forbidden fruit that’s to remain untouched.
Fuck me. Seeing her is like torture at its finest. Honor being here, it’s driving me crazy, and I wish she hadn’t showed which is fucked up.
It’s her niece’s birthday, so she was going to be here for Delilah regardless.
After what that girl lost, having her family on a special day means everything.
I get it, but still doesn’t change my thoughts.
I try to keep from looking at her. I even tried checking out her friend she brought along with her.
The woman is a beauty, I’d fuck her, but she’s got nothing on Honor.
Not by a long shot and because she’s Honor’s friend, I’d never go there.
Regardless, when it comes to Honor, I don’t think anyone can be as beautiful as she is, no one compares to her and that’s the damn problem.
I want her too damn much. It’s becoming harder to ignore her.
At the hospital, the day I’d been stabbed by that fucked up bitch, Sarai, I made a point of flirting with the hot doctor and even fucking her in one of the supply closets.
If Honor hadn’t been my nurse, I probably wouldn’t have done what I did but I did and there’s no changing what I did.
I own it. Although fucking the doctor, it didn’t help in getting thoughts of Honor out of my head, but it sufficed in alleviating the need I’ve got for her.
The only problem is the doctor doesn’t seem to want to get the hint. She wants another go at me, and that’s a no-fucking-go. I don’t go back for seconds.
“We’ve got the custom delivery coming up from the Poseidon Warriors MC for the garage,” Malice mutters, taking my thoughts off Honor and back to business at hand.
We’d been sitting here discussing club business, and every time I look up, I got a glimpse of the golden-brown-haired beauty that I shouldn’t want.
“When’s it supposed to be here?” Cy asks, lifting the beer he’s been sipping to his lips. The guy’s been nearly as distracted as me, and I’ve got a feeling it has something to do with a certain woman who works for Rogue’s ol’ lady, Rebel.
Rebel’s receptionist has also been invited today since the two of them have become friends. The woman had even brought along a little girl who’s been running around with Delilah.
“Should be done within the next week or so,” Malice answers, eyes going from us to his woman sitting at the table with the rest of the ol’ ladies. Next to her in a stroller sits their kids. From the looks of it they’re all sleeping.
I’m not surprised with how my VP keeps looking over to his woman. With the bullshit that happened with Sarai and me getting stabbed, we haven’t let anyone else in that wasn’t vetted by Cy.
Malice brings his attention back to us and keeps talking about what to expect of the delivery.
With the custom shit being sent to us, we’ve got to keep a lock on it.
We don’t need anyone fucking our shit up.
Between the shit Avery’s siblings have caused, and with the De La Rosa Cartel, it’s hard to say what could happen.
This custom order cost the club a mint and we can’t lose it.
Not when we can make a shitload off of them along with the bikes we custom build at the garage.
Thinking of the De La Rosa Cartel and those fucked-up siblings, my gut coils with inner rage.
They all need to be put in the ground. They’re nothing but a waste of space.
I mean what that bastard Basa did to Gunner’s ol’ lady is enough to make me want to vomit.
And that’s saying something considering where I come from and what I left behind.
I shove the thought aside immediately not going there.
The past is going to stay just where it is.
I’m not about to go down that road. No fucking way.
“Who’s handling the delivery?” Rogue grunts.
Ever since the ambush that took place down in Florida, he’s not too thrilled with working with others.
Not even those we see as allies. Shit happens regardless and nothing can stop it.
That is unless you can keep the situation in your control and not deal with others.
He definitely doesn’t play around when it comes to his ol’ lady, Rebel.
But business is business, and Gunner’s cousin, Glacier, is a member of the Poseidon Warriors MC.
Glacier’s the one who got us hooked up with his club, and they do damn good work on helmets and other shit.
We put an order in after seeing the work they did on Gunner’s new helmet—it’s fucking wicked.
The order we’ve got coming isn’t just going to be what we put on shelves and sell, we’ve already got several of the helmets sold.
“I’m pretty sure Glacier will be bringing the order up, but I can’t be completely sure.” Malice shrugs and looks to me with a brow cocked before looking to Cy. “Have you found any more information we can use on Avery’s siblings or the De La Rosas?”
“I’m working on it, VP.” Cy sighs. “Those bastards related to Avery are a damn headache. Picture that gooey slim Delilah likes to play with and squeeze it between your fingers. They’re like that and a bit slipperier. But they leave a trail wherever they go.”
I nod, understanding Cy. Those bastards remind me of someone else and it’s hard to push the thought back, but I do regardless. “So, Glacier’s gonna bring the helmets up?”
“Yeah, should be him.” Malice turns at the sound of his ol’ lady calling his name.
We all look in her direction and I find it insane how well she handles having triplets. Then again, anyone with kids, I find interesting. Probably due to my past and everything I left behind.
With Willow standing there and looking in our direction, I quickly divert my gaze, making it so I don’t give a fuck she’s here, but I do.
What I need to do is find a clubwhore and get laid, but they’re not allowed around right now.
Not with the family portion of the day happening.
I’ll have to hold off, though until then I’m gonna have to keep far away from Honor.
The music is pulsing and I’m more than a little drunk, and I know it.
I also know damn well why I’m drinking as much as I am.
Usually, I don’t have more than a couple beers, but I decided tonight I’m getting shit-faced.
It’s the only way to handle being around Honor this long.
I figured she’d leave right after the party.
Every other time she’s left right after if not sooner.
Unfortunately, Gunner’s ol’ lady, Zinnia, and the others invited her and her friend to stick around and have some drinks with them.
This means Honor and her friend will probably be crashing here at the clubhouse or someone will take them home later.
Not me, though. Nope. I can’t handle being around her.
I don’t give a fuck if it makes me sound like a pussy or some sort of bitch.
She’s pure, good and a total beauty. There’s no way I can allow myself to get near that beauty and not ruin it with dark.
I’d only taint it. Doesn’t matter if she’s off-limits or not.
“Hey, baby,” Frenchy, the new clubwhore that came on a couple of weeks ago, comes up and wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her body against my chest.
Ruger and Glock are the ones who dubbed her Frenchy after tagging teaming her the first night.
Said she sounded like that chick in Grease who died her hair pink.
Ironically, Frenchy also has pink hair that’s styled short.
Even funnier, we all ragged on Ruger and Glock for even knowing what Grease was about.
I glance down at the clubwhore and find myself not even interested in what she has to offer.
I don’t mind sharing the bitches that come around here with my brothers.
But since Frenchy first started, she’s fucked everything she could and then some.
She’s what I call a taker, takes it anyway she can get it.
Ass, mouth, double up, and even mentioned she’d do a train if we all wanted.
That’s something I definitely didn’t want any part of. Shit, she’s probably loose and sloppy. If I had her do anything it would be using that mouth of hers. At least then, I wouldn’t have to hear her screeching voice moaning. I’m willing to bet it would get on my last nerve.
“Why don’t you go find someone else?” I suggest and grab her arms to push her away. “And don’t call me baby. I’m definitely not that to you.”
“Oh, come on, Savage, let’s have some fun, I promise I can rock your world,” Frenchy says, attempting to sound seductive, but to me, it was nothing but grating like fingernails to a chalkboard.
“How about you do as I say?” I remark and catch sight of Honor coming our way.
Fuck me.
I shove Frenchy away and start to head toward my room, but she doesn’t back off.
“But, Savage, I want you,” Frenchy whines, coming close to me once more.
“But, Savage, I want you,” Honor remarks, mocking the clubwhore with a lip curl and glimmering eyes.
“Can I help you?” Frenchy snarks, whirling around to face off with Honor.
“Yeah,” Honor snaps, rolling her eyes. “How about you get out of the way so I can get by?”
“Where you going?” I ask, taking in her face now that she’s even closer.
“To the bathroom, not that it’s any of your business,” Honor mutters and shoves her way past, still muttering to herself.
Frenchy makes a noise of annoyance that I ignore, my focus solely on Honor and the way she threw attitude. It was almost like she was jealous.
The very thought goes straight to my dick. Hell, her sass already has me hard.
I narrow my gaze, watch her walk into the bathroom, and grind my teeth together while making a stupid decision. Pushing Frenchy away, I follow after Honor, and when she steps out of the bathroom, I grab her arm and drag her the rest of the way to my room.
“What are you doing?” she demands, clawing at my hand.
I don’t answer her as I open the door, pull her in behind me, and use the heel of my boot to kick the door shut behind me.
“Seriously, Savage, what the hell are you doing?”
Still, I don’t respond. Instead, I cage her in with my body against the wall next to my door. Using my free hand, I grip the back of her head. I let her arm go and wrap mine around her waist.
“Savage.”
The way she murmurs my name all breathy like goes straight to my head and I lean in, claiming her mouth. I don’t take it easy. She opens for me on a gasp, and I slide my tongue in to swirl with hers.
Honor relaxes in my arms, even moans into my mouth. That little noise is more than enough to drive me insane.
Without taking my mouth from hers, I release the back of her head, reach down to cup her ass in both hands, and lift her up. Honor instantly wraps her legs around my waist, and I carry her to the bed.
The way she feels in my arms, pressing her front to mine is intoxicating. More so as I drop her to her back, break my mouth from hers in order to lift her shirt up and over her head. Staring down at her tits cupped in a sexy bra meant to drive a man crazy is my undoing.
Everything escalates. My hands on her. Honor’s hands on me. Clothes are ripped away and I find myself plunging inside her while claiming her mouth.
She cries out and I take it as her pleasure and keep going, giving her what we both want.
I don’t think about anything else, thrusting home inside her sweet warmth.
Later I’ll have to take the time to go down on her and give her even more.
But first I needed to be inside her and I’m taking what I want.
“Savage, oh God, please . . . I’m going to . . .”
“Come for me, baby, come on my cock,” I command, hearing the gruffness in my own voice. I know I won’t last long, not with how tight she is.
No sooner I tell Honor to come for me, she does just that and it’s heaven. Nothing has ever felt so good. And when my own release comes, I spill deep inside Honor’s pussy.
Breathing heavily and still inside her, I roll us until she’s straddling me. Closing my eyes, I try to regain my breath and the next thing I know I pass the fuck out.