Chapter Ten.
Savage
I wiped my hands and stared at Doc Turner. The blindfold remained in place, and he’d suspect but never be able to confirm that I’d broken every single finger in both hands. Even if the medical board didn’t take Turner’s licence away, I’d ensured he would never practise again. I’d not only broken them but shattered them with a hammer. Turner had passed out long ago, but I’d continued, ensuring there’d never be another Earle.
When I’d taken Turner, I had whispered Earle’s name in his ear, and he’d pissed himself. Turns out the good doctor was one of those who liked to blame an innocent kid for the sins of the mother. Turner would never do that again.
With D. J., my revenge had been simple. For years, a private eye had watched him and collected all kinds of shit. Tomorrow, a journalist would write the story of his life and destroy D. J., showing the world the coward he was. Maybe I could forgive D. J. for outing Earle, although I despised his actions. Maybe I could even excuse him for abandoning me. Still, I’d never forget how D. J. treated and allowed others to treat Earle afterward.
Parsons was another who’d pay. The fat, useless piece of shit was about to have a shitstorm land. Phoe had made her usual waves, and Parson faced the chopping block. As we rode back to the hotel, I glanced at the Appalachians. There were now five additional graves hidden up there.
While Sandie, Cletus, and Loretta were still behind bars, Loretta’s backward brothers weren’t, nor were their sons. Chevy and Floyd had helped Loretta kill men for years before Cletus stepped up to the plate. Loretta seduced them, and then Chevy and Floyd had come along and killed and robbed them blind. There hadn’t been enough evidence to prosecute them, so they’d walked. It had made me sick, but again, Earle didn’t want revenge.
Worse, Chevy and Floyd knew what Loretta and Cletus were doing to Earle and had allowed it.
Well, I had taught them a lesson in Earle’s name. And I’d put their three dirty, stinking sons in the ground, too. They were no better than their fathers. The whole family line needed wiping out, and I was the last one standing now, other than those in jail. Who, again, were protected until Earle passed on. Then I’d get them.
Everyone was flying home in the morning. Getting out of this shit show town. I hoped I’d never have to return.
My thoughts turned to Grace. She had stayed close to the hotel today, knowing we had stuff to do. I’d seen questions in her eyes, but she never asked them, and that’s when I knew Grace was genuinely the one for me. Grace was fully prepared to accept my dark side without questioning it. She couldn’t be any more perfect.
Drake walked beside me as we headed for the SUV. The bikes would have been noticeable, but not the SUV.
There were still people I wanted to rain hate upon, but they weren’t worth it. The half of town who’d punished me for Sandie and Loretta’s sins would find their judgment before God. There wasn’t enough time remaining to get revenge on everybody. So, I decided to leave the hate and despair behind once I left, too. This place caused those feelings, so this is where they belonged. Fuck the lot of them.
Drake did not say anything, but he sensed that I felt lighter. I was freer than ever before, and the look of approval he offered me when we arrived at the hotel spoke volumes. I’d exorcised my ghosts.
Grace was waiting in the bar when we arrived, and she smiled and held out her hand at spotting me. I gripped it tightly as Drake joined us in a booth.
Jett was also present.
“Harley is babysitting,” Grace said with a grin.
“Harley’s such a good little bitch. You trained him well,” Jett teased Drake.
“Jett, don’t make me force you to remember your prospect days,” Drake warned, and Jett pulled a face.
“Yeah, I had it worse than Harley. Phoe has done what you asked. There’s a party ready for when we get home.”
“Another?” Grace exclaimed.
“Yeah, you have to attend this one, Grace,” Drake ordered, and I looked up.
“Why?”
“Because it’s not every day your man gets his full colours,” Drake said with a grin, and I sat up straight.
“Seriously?”
“Vote was last week, Savage, but after the shit you’ve gone through, it’s time. We’re only gonna have Wild, Cowboy, Carmine, Tye, and Harley left as prospects,” Drake explained. “Savage, you all served your time and more. But you never bitched, you just kept going. Shows me that the brotherhood meant more to you than status. Proves all of you who were waiting knew the real meaning of Rage and what family signifies. Can’t be prouder to call you brother, Savage, or to walk beside you. Should have waited till we got home to tell you, but I thought you needed some good news.”
“Thanks, man, it means everything,” I said. I’d worked fuckin’ hard for this.
Grace squeezed my leg in happiness, and her smile reflected her pride in me. We were swiftly moving forward for two people who had been completely in agreement we didn’t want a relationship.
“Tomorrow night, when we get home, we need a babysitter,” I murmured in her ear. Grace perked up, and then her face fell.
“I don’t know who to trust,” she whispered back.
“Nancy. That way, you’re right next door if you’re needed,” I replied. Grace sent me a grateful look, then whipped her phone out and began texting Nancy.
Oh yeah, tomorrow.
Grace
“Savage,” I breathed as he slammed me against the wall. We’d been home an hour and settled the girls at Nancy’s, who had beamed all over her face.
“Grace,” Savage rumbled against my mouth as his hand swarmed my body. It was a little awkward with his broken arm, but Savage wasn’t letting it hold us back. The moment my front door shut, he’d pinned and kissed me silly.
We were trying to get upstairs now but were too busy tearing each other’s clothes off.
I fumbled with the buttons on Savage’s jeans as I attempted to reach his dick, which was a hard rod against my stomach. My pussy was drenched as I tried to get at what I needed so desperately. I growled against Savage’s throat as I kissed my way downward, and his buttons finally popped. A cry of triumph left my lips as I tugged his jeans down and slid my hands inside. I grasped his cock, and Savage groaned.
“Will you get your jeans off?” Savage complained. The poor guy was trying one-handed to undo mine.
“Good idea,” I said and yanked them down to my ankles. Savage immediately thrust a hand between my legs, and I began riding him as I reclaimed his cock.
“Inside,” I gasped as his dick grew harder and bigger. Savage stumbled over our jeans and went down first, landing on the stairs. Without hesitation, I climbed on top and slid his cock in.
We both moaned together at the feel of one another before Savage wrapped his arm around my hips and began thrusting hard. My nipples brushed his chest, two painful little nubs, and I groaned as my clit rubbed against him.
“Harder,” I demanded, and Savage fucked me to the point of pain. I came first, rapidly followed by him, as I collapsed on his muscled chest.
“Fuck me,” Savage groaned. “I meant to take you to bed.”
Still amped, I lifted my head and kicked my jeans off. “Race you.”
Leaping off Savage, I raced upstairs, not caring what he might see. Savage let out a loud growl, kicked his jeans off, and chased me.
I ran into my bedroom just as Savage tackled me from behind, his cock already hard again. I landed face-first as Savage pinned me down and began moving against my ass.
“Fuckin’ love your ass. Gonna claim it one day,” Savage swore as he slipped a hand under me and lifted me slightly. He grasped my breast and played with it as I squirmed under him.
“Give me your damn cock,” I yelled, and Savage chuckled darkly.
He released my breast, yanked me onto my knees, and pushed my shoulders down. I could feel my wetness running down my legs and was going to tackle him. Before I could consider moving, Savage slammed into my pussy, going so deep I screamed.
“This is heaven,” Savage gritted out as he thrust deeper. I shoved back against him, wanting more, frantic with a need I didn’t think I would ever fill.
A slap hit my ass, and I groaned as Savage went deep at the same time.
Jesus, I’d never get enough of him. Never.
Savage’s orgasm built, and he whipped his cock out and spurted onto my back, where he rubbed his cum into my skin. Fuck, that was kinky.
“This makes you mine. You are marked by me,” Savage growled and then lifted my ass higher as he flipped onto his back and slid under me. His good arm grabbed my butt and drew me down onto his face, where he proceeded to eat me until I came twice.
Finally, curled in a ball, I refused to move as Savage grinned and tucked me in close.
“You’re gonna sleep with my cum on you and know you’re mine, baby. And I will wake you several times and mark you whenever I want tonight. And you’re gonna cum on me each time, hear me?”
“Yup.” I sighed dreamily, then I fell asleep.
Savage
Who’d have thought Grace would have a little kinky inside her? She was looking at a sex site on my phone and adding shit to the basket. I wasn’t arguing because some of that stuff looked fun, and Grace was clearly comfortable with her sexuality.
I bent down and kissed her neck, and Grace squirmed. Damn, she was sensitive there. I wondered if I had time to bend her over when my phone rang.
Grace dropped it, looking horrified.
“I don’t want to lose the page, but I don’t know how to answer. What if I send someone the sex links?” she gasped as I chuckled and grabbed the phone.
I minimised the website and answered. “Yo.”
“Savage, it’s Doc Gibbons. Just a quick update. Earle is settled in his room and responding well to medication. The therapist confirmed his potential recovery. Earle might end up with a slight limp, but that’s better than what he was facing in Kentucky. Also, his meds have been adjusted. And he’d like to talk to you,” Doc said.
“Not a problem,” I answered, sliding my hand over Grace’s hair.
“Hey, nephew, how are you?” Earle chirped, shocking the shit out of me. His words were still slurred, and he spoke slowly, but I could understand him. What shocked me the most was Earle’s use of language. It was… different.
“I’m good, Uncle Earle; how are you?”
“Better here than I was at Layton. I’m going to need a home, Jesse,” Earle replied.
Grace was sitting upright and looking as confused as me.
We shot the shit for a few more minutes before Doc re-took the phone.
“That is not the man I spoke to a couple of days ago,” I said upon hearing Doc’s voice.
“No. Basically, Earle was being chemically lobotomised. The medication Earle was on was making him a zombie. There is some brain damage, but he’s healed over the years. We need to flush his system, and I think you’ll find a different man under the meds he was on.”
“Are you telling me Turner and everyone else were drugging Earle?” I yelled.
Grace sat up even straighter, appearing disgusted.
“Yes. There is some trauma to Earle’s brain; we can see on scans where it has healed. But it’s not as bad as how he was speaking and acting. Earle could have lived a full life, Savage. That town, or whoever it was, deliberately took away his future.”
“Heads are gonna roll. Tell me everything. Simmy said many times Earle was a genius. Are you telling me they drugged him to subdue that?” I demanded as my temper ignited.
“I don’t know Earle’s I.Q., Savage. He’s still under the influence of the drugs, and we need to be careful weaning him off. If we suddenly stop them, he could go into shock and have another stroke or heart attack. We must do this carefully, but this is the result of five days of not having them, and Earle is already much more clear-headed,” Docs said.
“We need to know, what they’ve done to Earle is illegal,” Grace cried, a hand covering her mouth.
“Keep me informed, Doc,” I stated, knowing Grace needed me. This surely stirred her own memories. I cut the call and pulled her close.
“How could they do that to him?” Grace demanded with tears in her eyes.
At that moment, whatever I’d been feeling for Grace tipped into love. Grace was crying for Earle, and other than me and Simmy, nobody had cared enough.
“Marry me,” I said, and Grace looked up with shock written across her face.
“Sorry?”
“There’s never going to be anyone else apart from you. Be my wife,” I begged.
“Savage, we’re just starting out,” Grace spluttered.
“Yup. Are you telling me you don’t love me? Coz I love you, babe.”
“Sex has gone to your head,” Grace replied.
“You’re not ready. But you will be. I want to marry you soon,” I informed Grace, and she shook her head in disbelief.
“You have so lost the plot,” Grace said.
“Yeah, but just think, we can lose it together.”
Grace’s phone rang, and she looked relieved, which made me laugh. She jabbed at the answer button, and Nancy spoke, wondering when to bring the girls back. Grace told her in an hour and hung up.
“We need to get showered and dressed,” she ordered with a sad pout.
“Yup, and also speak about moving in together. My house is probably best as I have the swimming pool and basement,” I suggested, and Grace’s jaw dropped again.
“You ever heard of going slowly?” Grace muttered as she climbed out of bed and headed for my bathroom.
I chased after her, stark naked, my cock rigid at the sight of her ass.
“Fuck no, and you’re going to be living with me by the end of today,” I promised.
Grace threw a dark look at me, which made me chuckle.
Grace
How the hell had Savage wrangled this? I wondered over and over as I packed some clothes to take to his house. Oh yeah, the bastard had withheld my orgasm until I’d agreed to stay the next few nights. There’d be payback for that. But here I was, packing for me and the girls. While making love to me in the shower, Savage had also somehow managed to state why it was best we move in with him and not into my home.
Savage’s basement had a separate door for Earle to use as an apartment. He had the swimming pool. His house had five bedrooms to my four, and it had a bigger attic. So according to Savage, we could rent my house out and live in his, as it was big enough for all of us, plus a couple of extra children.
I wanted to put the brakes on as everything was moving too fast, but no, Savage was off and running. He also had a double garage for our cars and the drive, which could hold another three when the kids started driving. It appeared that Savage had everything worked out, and it sounded perfect, so why was I hesitating?
Because someone had to be the adult.
Harper and Isla didn’t know Savage and I had begun… dating… I guess the word was. In fact, we’d not even had a date and had jumped straight into sex.
I sat down heavily on the bed. I’d never been rash, so what was making me jump into something I wasn’t sure was right? It felt good, but I usually considered things carefully. The girls needed to be considered. What if I moved next door, and Savage and I split after a few weeks? It would completely disrupt their world and could make them withdraw again.
No. I wouldn’t allow that. Savage was moving too fast.
I shoved the clothes into the drawer and walked downstairs to tell Savage we needed to move slowly because of the girls. There was no sign of the three of them, and I guessed they’d gone to the pool. Opening the backyard door, I heard voices and paused.
“So you want us to move in with you,” Harper stated, and my heart thumped. Was Savage really telling the kids without me? How dare he!
“Yes, but your mother isn’t sure about it,” Savage replied.
“Why not?” Isla demanded.
“Because she has been betrayed. And now she’s afraid, which is fine; being scared is okay. I get frightened myself sometimes. But your mom is also worried that I may leave you all or hurt you.”
“You wouldn’t do that,” Isla said.
“No baby, I’d slit my own throat first.”
“That might be messy. Perhaps you could just promise not to?” Harper suggested.
I stifled a laugh; that was my practical girl.
“Okay, I promise not to. We need to figure out how to assure Mommy, to let know she’s safe. That I love her and you two girls.”
“You do?” Harper asked dubiously.
“Don’t tell everyone. You know I’ve only got so much to go around, and your mom and two girls have taken most of it,” Savage teased, and a smile hit my lips.
“Well, I suppose you shouldn’t be a man whore, then Mom will trust you,” Isla said.
Savage burst out laughing. “Where on earth did you hear that?”
“What?” Isla asked.
“Man whore.”
“Did I say it right?” Isla demanded, worried.
“You did, but I don’t think Mommy would approve. Maybe we should keep that between us,” Savage replied.
“Mommy likes pancakes and bacon. If you make them, she’ll love you too,” Harper suggested.
“Okay, so no man whore and give her food. Anything else Mommy might like to make her move in?” Savage asked.
“A puppy! Mommy wants a demon dog,” Isla answered excitedly.
“Demon dog?” Savage repeated in a worried tone.
“From Snow Dogs. A husky,” Harper elaborated.
“Ah,” Savage said, sounding relieved. “Did Mommy want that or you, Isla?”
“Mommy. I wanted a little dog, but Mom loves them,” Isla replied.
“Fine. I believe I know how to get Mommy to move in. Want to play in the pool?”
I slipped indoors, walked upstairs, and packed more than enough for a week or two. Who wouldn’t love a man like Savage?
Savage
“You were listening,” I said, nuzzling Grace’s sensitive throat. She moaned softly and pressed against me.
“And?” she murmured as she wriggled her ass against my groin.
“You’re all in. Same as me.”
“When you get me that husky.”
“You can have the puppy, Grace, but it doesn’t sleep on the bed.”
Grace pouted. “But she’ll be tiny and need cuddles.”
“Not on the bed,” I stated firmly, and Grace giggled. I loved that sound.
“We’ll negotiate,” Grace said, spinning in my lap to claim my mouth.
Grace might think that, but this was our bed, and we weren’t sharing it. And that was that!