SAVAGE
Iknew it was fucked up when I did it, but I couldn’t help myself.
I was on my way home from the clubhouse when I spotted Londyn standing outside of Puckett’s, and the sight of her took my breath away.
Her long blonde hair was curled and cascading down her delicate shoulders, and she was wearing a pair of jeans and a black blouse that hugged her curves.
She looked just as beautiful as she did the last time I’d seen her.
The sight of her had my pulse racing and my palms sweating.
I knew it was crazy, but I still wanted her as much as I did all those years ago.
And seeing that Danny was with her and looking at her like his next conquest had rage boiling up inside of me.
I had to do something to get that asshole away from her.
It was the only way I could keep from completely losing it, so I sent him a text.
I told him I’d cut off his balls and shove them down his throat if he didn’t walk away right then and there.
I stood there and watched as he read the message, and a wave of satisfaction washed over me when he stepped away from Londyn and looked around with a panicked expression. Danny lived in town.
He knew me well enough to know that I meant what I’d said.
After saying something to Londyn, he turned and walked back inside. Disappointment marked her face as Londyn followed him back inside. It was done. He’d taken heed to my warning.
That should’ve been it. I should’ve gotten back in my truck and left.
I didn’t.
Instead, I walked right up to the front door and stepped inside.
I was taking a huge risk. Londyn could’ve spotted me walking through the crowd, but I didn’t care.
I had to get another look at her. Just one look.
So, I made my way to the back of the bar and stood in a dark corner, being careful not to be noticed.
I took a quick glance around the room and found her sitting at a table with Skylar and a couple of our other friends from high school. She was toying with her straw as she listened to whatever crazy thing Skylar was saying.
And damn, she looked absolutely beautiful.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.
She was like a magnet, drawing me—just like she'd always done. I knew I was fucking up. I had no business being so close to her, but I couldn't help it. It had been too long since I'd last seen her.
I watched as Danny stood and said his goodbyes. Once again, Londyn looked disappointed, but her expression changed the second the waitress brought over another round of drinks.
I wanted nothing more than to go over and talk to her, but I couldn't.
Not now. Not when there was so much that needed to be said.
Being careful to stay out of her line of view, I slipped over to the bar, ordered a whiskey neat, and took a long sip, hoping the burn of the alcohol would distract me from the ache in my chest.
But it did little to help. My eyes drifted back over to her, and the ache grew even more intense as I watched the way she feigned a smile and took another long sip of her drink.
And then another. Londyn had always been a lightweight, and if her droopy eyelids and wobbly posture were any indication, that hadn’t changed.
I was becoming concerned when she stood and said something to the group.
She held onto the table until she got her footing, then wobbled back and forth as she started walking towards the bathroom.
The chick was soused.
She stumbled a couple times, but to my amazement, she managed to make it without any major catastrophes.
I stepped over and guarded the door, making sure no one disturbed her while she was inside.
I waited, and I waited. And I waited some more.
It was clear something was up, so I eased the door open and asked, “Everything alright in here?”
I got no answer.
Just silence.
I eased the door open a little further, and that’s when I spotted a set of feet beneath the stall.
They were curled to the side like she was leaning over, so I walked over and tapped on the door.
It crept open, and my fears were confirmed when I found Londyn passed out with her head propped against the wall.
“Dammit, woman,” I hissed. “What the hell were you thinking?”
I stepped over to her and lifted her into my arms, and I was hit with the familiar scent of her perfume. Damn. She was killing me.
I carried her out of the bathroom and started walking towards the back exit. I hadn’t gotten far when I came up on one of the waitresses. I stopped and told her, “She was with the big group up front. Make sure they knew she got a ride home.”
“Will do.”
I continued towards the back door and carefully carried Londyn out to my truck.
I was buckling her seatbelt when she suddenly started to stir and mumbled, "Malcomb."
“I got ya. Just hang tight."
She sank back in her seat and immediately passed back out.
Fuck. Seeing her so fucking vulnerable both gutted me and pissed me off.
I got in next to her and leaned over to her as I whispered, “You got any idea what it’s doing to me to see you like this?
Fuck, Londyn. You’re too smart for this shit. ”
I let out a grumbled breath, then started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot.
As I drove, I kept glancing over at her, making sure that she was okay, and I had to fight the urge to touch her, to pull her into my arms and tell her that I should’ve never broken things off with her.
I wanted to tell her that I still wanted her.
Unfortunately, she was too far gone to hear anything I had to say, so I kept my mouth shut.
By the time we got out to her folks’ place, it was well after midnight, and everyone had gone to bed.
I didn’t want to wake them, so I got out and started hunting for the spare key.
Her mother was notorious for locking herself out of the house and kept an extra key hidden in a stowaway rock.
It took me a minute, but I managed to find it and opened the back door.
I went back to the truck and retrieved Londyn, and just like earlier, she was out cold.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her up the front steps.
As I entered the darkened house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of Deja vu. I’d been in this house many times, but back then, I was a guest and welcomed there.
Now, I was breaking and entering with their passed-out daughter in my arms.
I continued down the hallway, trying to remember which room was hers, when her head fell to my shoulder, and a light sigh escaped her lips.
Damn.
She was so fucking beautiful.
She didn’t make it easy, but I got her to her room and into her bed. As I pulled the covers over her, she muttered, “Malcomb.”
Hearing her say my name again tugged at me, making it that much harder to leave her. I shook my head as I muttered, “It shouldn’t be this damn hard.”
I watched her for a moment longer, and once I knew she was good and settled, I forced myself to head back out to my truck. I sat there for a minute, letting the memories and mixed emotions settle a bit before I backed out of the drive and started home.
I turned on some music and tried my best to clear my head.
The drive to the house helped, but my head was still spinning after my encounter with Londyn.
Desperate for a reprieve, I went inside and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet, then headed straight for the bathroom.
I turned on the hot water, then opened the bottle and tilted it back, taking a long pull.
I welcomed the burn as it slid down my throat.
I placed the bottle on the counter, then undressed and got in the shower.
The hot water cascading down my tense muscles felt good.
I scrubbed my body until I was just about raw, but it didn't help clear my head.
I lifted my face and let the water fall into my mouth, the taste of whiskey on my tongue.
I closed my eyes and pictured Londyn's beautiful face in my mind, her soft, full lips, her velvet skin. She was absolutely stunning.
Even as I got out and dried off, my mind was still swirling with thoughts, but they were all racing back to Londyn.
I threw on some fresh boxers and got into bed, quickly tossing my comforter over to the opposite side of the bed.
I settled my head against the pillow, and I’d barely closed my eyes when she came crashing through my thoughts.
How beautiful she looked.
The sparkle in her eyes when she smiled.
The way each and every one of her curves were accentuated by the thin, black fabric of her sweater.
Damn.
I felt like I was coming apart at the seams. I needed to get her out of my system, and I needed to do it fast. Hoping it would knock the edge off, I reached into my boxers and took my throbbing dick in my hand, gripping my fingers tightly around my pulsing shaft.
I needed to feel the bite as I started to move my hand up and down my thick cock.
I envisioned her in my bed next to me, my hand trailing across her perfect, round breast. I could almost feel her soft, smooth skin against my fingertips as I imagined reaching for her pert nipple, twisting it gently between the tips of my fingers.
My breath quickened as I thought about her writhing against the soft cotton sheets as I touched her. Her little whimpers echoing through the room as I continued to tease her with my touch. With each vision, my hand moved faster, gripped tighter and every stroke brought me closer to the edge.
My dick pulsed in my hand when I imagined the expression on her face as I raked my tongue against her clit, tasting her, tormenting her until the moment when her orgasm surged through her body only to continue teasing, licking and sucking until her back arched off of the bed.
Fuck.
I stroked harder, faster, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t come.