21. Savage
SAVAGE
There is nothing hotter than having your woman in the kitchen making your favorite cookies, especially when she’s wearing nothing but one of your T-shirts and a pair of your white socks.
It was a discovery I made when I walked into my kitchen and found Londyn standing at the counter with a variety of ingredients spread out in front of her.
While I was curious about what she was making, the thought quickly vanished the second I saw her bare legs, long and lean, and my white socks scrunched around her ankles. My T-shirt fell just below her hips, revealing just a hint of her ass, and damn. She looked smoking hot.
I stepped behind and slipped my hands around her waist, pulling her close as I asked, “What are you up to in here?”
Londyn leaned back into me, and I could feel the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of my shirt. "I was thinking of making your favorite chocolate chip cookies.”
Her breath hitched as I pressed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck, and I felt her body shudder in response. “I’m sorry, babe, but you’re gonna have to change.”
“I do?” Confusion marked her face as she glanced down at my T-shirt. “Why?”
“I have things I need to get done around here, and I can’t do that when you’re wearing something that’s so... distracting.”
“It’s just a T-shirt, Malcomb,” she argued, smiling at me seductively.
“A T-shirt and socks,” I corrected. “And you look smoking hot.”
I placed my hands on her hips and turned her to face me.
Her smile quickly faded when I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly against my chest. I liked having her there in my kitchen.
I liked it more than I ever thought I could.
She had me wanting things I’d never imagined I’d ever want or need.
She watched me with those beautiful dark eyes as I lowered my head and claimed her mouth.
The kiss quickly became heated, and a slight whimper escaped her lips when I stepped forward, pressing her back against the counter.
Her arms wound around my neck, and just as we were starting to lose ourselves in the moment, my burner started ringing in my pocket. “Damnit.”
I stepped back and released her from our embrace, then took my phone out and answered, “Yeah?”
“They didn’t accept the offering.” Torch quickly added, “I mean, they took it, but they didn’t accept it.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Someone tossed the duffle bag at the gate. The damn thing was fucking empty. They took everything.”
“So, that’s it?”
“No, they left a note. It basically said, ‘too little too late’.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah, I know you got a lot going on there...”
I glanced over at Londyn, and just as I expected, she was listening intently as I told him, “I’ll be there in twenty.”
I hung up the phone, then turned to her and said, “I’ve gotta go.”
“Will you be back?”
“Probably not. At least, not before you head back.”
“Oh.” Disappointment marked her face as she said, “That’s okay. I have a few things I need to get done at the apartment anyway.”
I brushed her long, blonde hair from her shoulder, then leaned down and kissed her on the neck as I whispered, “Tell me that you’ll come back.”
“I’ll come back.”
“And you’ll stay?” She didn’t immediately answer, so I removed my mouth from her neck and looked her in the eye. “Tell me you’ll stay, Londyn.”
“Yes, we’ll stay,” she answered as she lifted herself up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I slammed my mouth against hers, and within seconds, the kiss became heated.
Damn. This woman had me spiraling out of control.
My hands slid down to her ass, lifting her up onto the counter.
Her legs instinctively made their way around my waist, and the heat of her body set me on fire, giving me an overwhelming need to extinguish the burn.
Sadly, I didn’t have that option. I had to get to the clubhouse, so I stepped back and shook my head. “You’re killing me, woman.”
Her eyes skirted down to my bulging erection as she smiled and said, “Just giving you something to remember me by.”
“Evil. Pure evil.” I gave her one last quick kiss, then promised, “We will finish this conversation later.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
It was tough, but I forced myself out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. I grabbed my keys and wallet, put on my cut and boots, and on my way out, I yelled, “Bye, Dalton!”
I was about to close the door when I heard the pitter-patter of little feet running in my direction.
I paused, and in a blink, Dalton appeared.
He studied me for a moment, then rushed over to me and wrapped his arms around my thighs, hugging me tightly.
It wasn’t our first hug, but it meant something to me that he wanted to hug me goodbye.
He was doing his best to adjust to everything, and I was trying not to push and let him do it on his own terms.
It wasn’t easy. Deep down, I wanted to believe we could all jump right in and become an instant family, but things didn’t work that way—no matter how much I wanted it to. I knelt down and gave him a tight squeeze as I told him, “I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
“Okay.” He released me, then looked up at me and said, “Bye!”
With that, he turned and raced back into the other room.
He didn’t know it, but he’d just made my day.
I couldn’t help but smile as I closed the door and headed out to my bike.
Before pulling out, I glanced up at the house, and I was surprised at how different it seemed.
It was no longer just brick and mortar. Having Londyn and Dalton there made it so much more—they made it feel like home.
It didn’t feel right leaving them, but I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d see them again. And when they came back, they would be staying—indefinitely. That gave me the peace I needed to pull out of the drive and head over to the clubhouse.
I wasn’t looking forward to dealing with this whole mess with the Stingers. We’d gone up against gangs before, and it never ended well—mainly because they lived by a different code. They are all about survival, even if that means putting their loved ones in imminent danger.
I had a difficult time even imagining putting our women and children in harm’s way. I would rip my own heart out if it meant protecting my family, and there wasn’t a Fury brother who didn’t feel the same.
When I got to the clubhouse, Maverick and Torch were in the computer room with Bones and Wrath, and they were all leaning over Bones’ shoulder as he hammered away at his laptop. “What are you looking at?”
“Going through last night’s security feed,” Maverick answered. “Trying to see who dropped off the bag.”
“There wasn’t anyone at the gate?”
“Riley and Levi,” Torch answered. “Riley was doing rounds, and Levi was taking a piss. His back was only turned for a minute, but it was the opportunity they needed to make the drop.”
“Damn.” Riley and Levi were prospects, and they’d both been doing well.
They’d busted their ass and did everything we asked them to do and more.
Until last night, they were proving themselves to be a real asset to the club, and I had no doubt that this fuckup was hitting them hard. “Where are they now?”
“I sent them out back to check artillery. Figured it would keep them busy for a while.”
“Good idea.”
Bones found the drop on the feed, and we could clearly see Keshawn’s car inch by the front gate. The tinted window rolled down, and seconds later, the duffle bag went flying through the air.
We didn’t need to see it to know that the Stingers were the ones who’d tossed the bag. We were simply hoping we might be able to see something we could use. Unfortunately, there was nothing new—just the same stupid red Camaro and gang member with bad aim.
At this point, we had more questions than answers, so Maverick told Bones, “Get me everything you can find on the Stingers. I want a list of their members and where they live, their hangout, and what shit they’re into. I want it all.”
“On it, Prez.”
“Let me know when you’ve got it.”
“Will do.”
Maverick and several of the others walked out, but I stayed to see if I could do anything to help.
I sat there for a while, watching as he plowed away at that keyboard, and never once did he ask me for help.
Hell, he didn’t even glance in my direction.
It was clear he didn’t need me there, so I leaned over to him and said, “I’ll get out of your hair. If you need me, I’m just a...”
“Hmm-hmm,” he interrupted. “I know.”
He continued to type away, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he had everything Maverick asked for and more. I’d just stepped out into the hall when my cellphone started to ring. I grabbed it out of my pocket and smiled when I saw that it was Londyn calling. “Hey, beautiful.”
“Hey. I wanted to let you know that Dalton and I are on our way back home. I just stopped by the clubhouse and dropped off some cookies at the gate.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know, and I probably would’ve just kept driving if I hadn’t seen Rooster.” She giggled as she told me, “I told him to get them to you, but he didn’t look that eager to give them up.”
“I’m sure he didn’t. Hell, knowing him, they’re already gone.”
“Well, I hope not. I made them special... Oh, shit!”
“Londyn? You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Some stupid car just pulled out and almost hit me.”
“But you’re okay?”
She hesitated, then answered, “Yes, but... He’s right on my bumper and kind of swerving back and forth.”
“What kind of car?”
“I don’t know. You know how I am with cars... Maybe an old Mustang or a Camaro. It’s red with dark-tinted windows.” A knot formed in my throat when I heard her say, “He’s flashing his lights. I think he wants me to pull over.”
“Don’t pull over.” Something didn’t feel right, so I told her, “Speed up and see if you can get rid of him.”