Chapter 23
HONOR
The covers shift, and I open my eyes to find Savage sliding into bed. His hair wet from taking a shower, body naked, curling into me.
After leaving him in the main room hours ago, I hadn’t seen him since.
The guys had been busy, and I didn’t want to bother him.
I stuck with the other women. They all kept my mind off things while at the same time making me laugh.
I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard in my life.
Not with the way they joked around, mimicking and mocking the guys.
It was funny watching them imitate their men.
Zinnia had Gunner spot on with the way she said things that I’d heard him say.
Once we finished, I came in here, put on one of his tees, and climbed into bed.
I barely laid my head on the pillow before falling fast asleep.
Finding out that I’m pregnant has been mentally exhausting.
I worried that the baby wasn’t Savage’s and how that would affect both of us.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I’m still struggling every day with what happened to me and with my attempt to kill myself.
Now, I’m more than grateful I didn’t succeed in that because I would have been taking not just my life but the life that’s growing inside me.
“Hey,” I whisper, catching Savage’s eyes.
“Hey, baby,” Savage murmurs, leans in, and presses his lips to mine. “Go back to sleep.”
“Mhmm.” I’m awake now, and I want to do other things. I roll into him, take him to his back, and straddle him. I lean in, my hands brushing against his chest so I can whisper against his lips. “What if I don’t want to go back to sleep?”
The question barely leaves my lips before I find myself flipped, Savage between my legs, the shirt I’d been wearing stripped off, and his mouth surrounding one of my nipples.
“Oh god, Savage,” I moan, arching off the bed.
Savage takes his time sucking, biting, all in all driving me insane with just his mouth playing with my nipples.
Moaning, I grip the sheets to keep myself somewhat grounded, but when Savage moves on from my breasts down to between my legs, my body unconsciously bucks, and my moans turn into cries of sheer pleasure.
The way he uses his tongue, those fingers, it works in driving me over the edge.
But I want more. So much more. One of those mores being I want to taste him too.
To take him in my mouth and have him lose all sense of control.
“Savage,” I pant. “I want to suck your cock.” A blush coats my entire face as I say the words aloud. Never have I said anything so brazen.
Savage jerks back, eyes locking with mine. “You want me in your mouth, baby?” The gruffness of his voice sends tendrils down my spine.
“Yes.” I nod. I want that more than anything right now.
Moving over me, Savage claims my mouth and rolls us until he’s under me. He breaks his mouth from mine and swats my rear. “Spin around, baby, I wasn’t done with your pussy, but you can suck me while I’m doing that.”
My breath hitches with excitement, and I spin, doing what he says, straddling his face.
Another chill races down my spine as he grips either side of my thighs, holding me in place, and thrusts his tongue in my entrance.
In this new position, the feeling of his tongue intensifies the sensations racing through my body.
I let out a shuddered breath and lean over him, grasp the base of his shaft, and open my mouth over him.
It’s not the first time I’ve done this, but he doesn’t ask me.
I swirl my tongue around the tip and suck him deep.
Savage groans, rewarding me by adding a finger, letting me know he likes what I’m doing.
Keeping my teeth in check, I bob my head, stopping every once in a while to pay extra attention to the tip.
Sweat beads my body and something deep inside burns like a fire being set and ready to engulf my entire soul.
Savage yanks me off him, his cock escaping my mouth with a popping sound, and in the next second, I’m on all fours with him thrusting home. That one motion is all it takes. My orgasm washes over me, and I cry out his name. Not calling him Savage, but Orion.
Not long after, he joins me. His cock seated deep inside me, his cum spurting, coating the walls of my pussy, mixing with my own release. Savage leans over me and presses a kiss to my shoulder.
“That was fuckin’ awesome, baby,” he remarks, peppering more kisses along my neck. “Love that mouth on my cock and most especially love the way you clamp down on me when I’m fuckin’ you the way I want.”
Savage pulls out with a spank to my rear and draws me into his arms, his hand resting on my still flat stomach, though it won’t be for long, not with our baby growing in there.
“Do you want a boy or girl?” I find myself blurting.
“Whatever we have, baby, is good with me,” he says, kissing my shoulder. “Long as he or she comes out breathing and you stay healthy, I’m good.”
I nod, so loving his answer. I cock my head enough to glance back at him and smile. “What was your son’s name going to be?” I ask him softly.
Savage’s arm tenses, and he releases a ragged breath. “Mary wanted to give him my name, so his name was Orion Nathanial Winters.”
“That was sweet of her,” I whisper.
“Yeah, Nathanial was my dad’s name, and he’d been like a dad to her as well. He had been honored that he was going to have a grandson with his name.”
“Do you ever visit them?” I knew they were buried an hour away, but I didn’t know if he went there.
“For a while, I went every day. But I stopped going and haven’t gone in a while,” he answers, rolling to his back and letting me go.
“I’m sorry.” I didn’t mean to upset him or make him pull away.
Savage rolls his head on the pillow, eyes coming to me. “Why are you sorry?”
“Because I shouldn’t have brought them up.”
“Honor, if you didn’t, it doesn’t say much of anything. You only ask questions when you care and want to know something and only when you want to know someone.”
This is true. I’m not a nosy person. I don’t like to butt into people’s lives unless I want to know them.
I nod, biting my bottom lip.
“Now, why did you bring up the baby, and if I wanted a boy or girl?” he asks.
“I was just wondering.” I shrug.
“Come on, baby, I know you were more than wondering,” he states, rolling back into me.
Sighing, I shift and face him. I run my hands up over his chest, stopping only when one of them rests over his heart. “I just want to make sure us having a baby doesn’t hurt you in any way or suggest a name that you wouldn’t want because it was your and—”
“Honor, one of the reasons I love you is because of who you are and the compassion you have, but you don’t have to worry. I’m good. We’re having this baby. It’s ours, and we’re fuckin’ damn lucky to be able to have this moment.”
I know what he’s saying without him saying it.
“I love you,” I find myself whispering.
“Love you too, baby. Now, let’s get some rest. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long fuckin’ day, and I’m going to need you to stay at the clubhouse. No leaving. Or going outside. Not until after I get back.”
“What’s happening tomorrow?” I’m sure he sees the confusion cross my face.
“It’s club business, baby. I can’t tell you about it, but just know when this is said and done with, you don’t have to worry anymore,” he says, pressing a kiss to my lips, and I understand him.
I don’t need him to say the words. I’m learning with Savage I can read between the lines. And with this, it’s not needed.
I get it.
Totally and completely.
I’m not sure how I should feel about it, but the first thing that comes to mind is happiness. Soon, I won’t have to worry about the fear that constantly tries to worm its way in.
However, with each day that passes, Savage shields me from the darkness, taking away the pain, and filling it with light.