Empire of Savages (Savage Hunt MC #1)

15. Alex

Chapter 15

Alex

Being freshly and thoroughly fucked was hard to hide. But I thought I’d done an all right job of it… until Bliss waltzed into the garage and took one look at me.

“You got some dick!” she practically screamed.

How the fuck could she tell? A man walking past the garage startled at her statement, and I shook my head at her. “Jesus, Bliss, don’t you have a filter?”

“You did, didn’t you? You got dick. How was he? Who was he? Anyone I know?”

Her rapid-fire questions were making my head hurt. “No, nobody you know. Just a guy I met.”

She popped a piece of gum in her mouth and started to chew. “When did you meet him? Where did you meet? Did he deliver on the Os ? Was he—” She made an obscene gesture. “—hung like a fucking horse?”

I made a face. “My God . How are we friends?”

She shrugged. “You kind of adopted me. I don’t know. But I need to know all the details. So, spill.”

“You know it’s really none of your business who I sleep with.”

“Ah-ha! You admit that you did sleep with someone.”

Jesus Christ. Bliss wasn’t going to let it go. “Will you promise to never bring it up again if I tell you?”

“Nope,” she replied, popping a bubble for emphasis. “I’m a free spirit, babe. You should know this about me already.”

“How about this? I tell you all about the sex, if you tell me where you disappeared to on Friday night.”

Her smile fell from her face. “I was at the party.”

“I looked for you everywhere.”

“I’m sorry?”

I huffed. “I was so worried when I couldn’t find you. Did you get hurt? Are you okay?”

She shrugged, the neck of her t-shirt falling off her shoulder. “My friend was looking out for me.”

“A friend who’s also a member of the Savage Hunt Motorcycle Club?”

“Wait, whaaat?” Bliss looked away, and I wasn’t buying her playing-it-dumb act. “I didn’t know that was a motorcycle clubhouse.”

“I’m not an idiot, Bliss. How in the hell do you know that friend of yours?”

She heaved a sigh and looked at me, resignation all over her expression. “I went to school with his younger brother. I had a huge crush on him, and when I bumped into him recently, I buffed a shine onto my lady balls and asked him on a date.”

“At the motorcycle clubhouse,” I repeated, hoping she heard my disbelief. “Are you fucking insane? You don’t want to mess around with those men.”

For the first time since I’d met her, Bliss looked irritated with me. She folded her arms over her chest and said, “I can take care of myself, you know.”

“I know, Bliss, but… the Savage Hunt are dangerous.”

“Beckitt had my back,” she replied in a sullen tone.

“Did Beckitt also take you home?”

“I got a cab.”

“Did he at least put you in the cab himself? Did anyone take advantage of you?”

She hit me with a hard stare, and I could see her walls coming down. She didn’t like to be pushed to share any more than I did.

Blowing out a breath, I wrapped her in my arms. “I’m sorry I’m acting crazy about this. It’s just…” I hesitated, unsure how much to tell her. “It’s just I know how dangerous motorcycle clubs can be, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“How do you know?”

I shrugged. “I watched Sons of Anarchy .” Lie.

Bliss snorted. “That’s just Hollywood made-up bullshit. Stuff like that doesn’t happen.”

I said nothing but knew deep down that she was wrong. Because I had seen it. I had lived it. I had been the victim of it.

“Are you Alex Cross?”

I looked up from the spark plug I was cleaning, spotting an overweight, balding man in navy-blue coveralls standing just inside the door of my garage.

I put down the plug and my rag. “Yeah?”

“I’m here to replace the glass in your door.”

Frowning, I looked from the man, then out to the glazier’s van parked on the curb. “I didn’t call about a repair job,” I told him.

“I don’t know what to tell you. We got a call about replacing glass. The job’s already been paid for. We even got extra if we did it today, so you going to let me do my job?”

Still stunned, I just pointed. “The damage is through there.”

He wandered into the office, startling Bliss.

“Who is this strapping man, Alex?” she called through the door.

I rolled my eyes. “He’s here to fix the glass in the door.”

“I didn’t know you’d organized that.”

“Yeah, I didn’t either,” I muttered, but I had a hunch as to who it was. As the guy inspected the frame and took measurements, I turned over the words I’d say to my father for assuming I needed help with this. It was my fucking garage. I could take care of this myself.

“Was there a work order for this job?” I asked.

The guy pulled a folded piece of paper from his front pocket and handed it to me. Flattening it out, I looked over the information, zeroing in on who the request had come from.

N. Vatnik.

Who the fuck was N. Vatnik?

“Want to hang out tonight?” Bliss asked, doodling on a Post-it note behind the front desk. Leaning over the high counter, I got a better look at what she was drawing and frowned.

“Can you not draw dicks all over my office supplies, please?”

She looked up at me and grinned. “Come on, Alex. I thought you loved dick.” She peeled off the sheet and stuck it to the monitor in front of her. “So, you want to hang out?”

“I can’t,” I replied. Taking off my coveralls, I let out a deep sigh when the cool air from the office hit my overheated skin. “I’m going out tonight.”

Nick had sent me a text earlier asking to see me. I didn’t remember giving him my number, and he’d refused to tell me how he’d gotten it.

That got Bliss’s attention. “Out? Where? Without me?”

“I don’t know yet and yes.”

She narrowed her blue eyes at me. “Is it because I don’t have a dick?”

“Jesus, Bliss, what is with your obsession with dicks?”

“They’re fun,” she replied absently, adding droplets of cum shooting out the new dick she was drawing. “They’re really fun when this happens.” She tapped the end of the marker to the Post-it note, then tore off that leaf, too, and handed it to me. “I hope you get some dick action tonight. But be safe. Dicks can be fun until they put a baby in you. Then…” She made a face. “Not so fun.”

Unbidden, a shiver tracked down my spine when I remembered how Nick had told me he didn’t want to have any barriers between us—how he had demanded it—and how I’d made sure my script for the pill was filled. “I’m safe. Don’t worry.”

“Good.” Re-capping the marker, Bliss picked up her small purse, drew it over her shoulder, and blew me a kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow, boss.”

“Good night.”

After locking the door behind Bliss, I shut off the office lights and walked back through the garage, checking the roller door was all the way down and securely bolted in place.

In my apartment, the heat from the day was trapped, making sweat bead on my forehead the instant I stepped inside. I pulled open the living room windows to let the air circulate, and I left my apartment door open, too, to let the cross breeze cool things down.

Nick hadn’t told me what time he was picking me up, but there was no way I was going out tonight without having a shower first. If he arrived before I was ready, that was his fault for not giving me a time. In the bathroom, I pulled the elastic from my hair, letting it tumble over my shoulders and back. The long strands immediately stuck to the sweat already gathering between my shoulder blades. A shower was a necessity, but I didn’t think I could get away with washing my hair, too.

After starting the water, I pulled my hair back into its signature messy bun, then shucked the remainder of my clothes.

I was only under the spray for a few minutes when the buzzer started to ring. Hopping from the stall, I wrapped a towel around my body, leaving wet footprints on the tile.

“Yeah?” I said, speaking into the intercom in the living room.

“Little voyeur,” Nick said in a deep voice.

“My apartment door is open.” I buzzed him in, then darted into my bedroom to get dressed. By the time I came out in a flirty summer dress, Nick was already splayed out on my couch, his arms outstretched along the back. I’d stopped dead in the doorway at seeing him there. He was a beautiful man, but he was edged in darkness. He was a red flag flapping in hurricane-strength wind. He watched me watch him, then, with a smirk on his perfect lips, he crooked his finger at me like he had done the first time I’d seen him at the party.

“Come and sit on my knee, baby.” He patted his thick thigh. “Let me take a good look at you.”

I moved without conscious thought until I was perched on his leg. Damn, what was it about this man? He wrapped one hand around the base of my skull and the other possessively gripped my upper thigh. Moving his hand higher, he swept his palm under the skirt of my dress and stroked his finger along the seam of my pussy. My bare pussy.

He growled. “You’re not wearing any panties.”

I let out a shuddering breath, nodding as goose bumps rushed down my arms.

Sliding his hand away from my aching center, he moved it to the bulge in his jeans. “I’ve missed you, baby. I know I said I’d take you out tonight, but something’s come up and I only have about an hour to make this pussy clench around my dick as many times as possible. I’ve missed how your cunt feels. I’ve missed how it tastes,” he murmured, undoing the zipper easily and pulling out his cock. “But before I get the entrée, I need my starter.”

I looked down at his hard length, whimpering when I saw the bead of pre-cum already sitting at the tip.

“You going to be a good girl and take me down the back of your throat?”

I was both turned on and shocked by his demand, but it was the need for him to own my next orgasm that won out. Biting my bottom lip, I nodded.

“Good.” He gripped his cock, running his palm up its length. His teeth clenched tight as a hiss of air escaped from between his lips. “Now beg me for it.”

“Please.”

“Please, what, baby?” he coaxed, gliding his palm along his length smoothly. Unhurried. Like he had all the fucking time in the world.

“Please, Nick. Please let me suck your cock.”

He shook his head, tutting me gently. “You’re going to have to do a better job of convincing me than that. You’re going to have to really show me you want it.”

“H-how?”

“Use your imagination.”

He was so confident in his overt sexuality, that I had no desire to say no to him. I tried to rise from his lap, and although he resisted for a moment, he finally let me up. Standing between his legs, I stared down at him. He was still stroking himself, a small smile of triumph on his sinful lips.

Lowering myself down to my knees, I shuffled closer, then sat back on my heels. Nick’s green eyes darkened as he cupped my jaw.

“You look so pretty on your knees, little voyeur.” He stroked my bottom lip with his thumb, his eyes glazed. “Are you ready?”

A nod.

“Will you take everything without complaint?”

I couldn’t imagine complaining about anything Nick did to me.

Another nod.

“Good. Now, put your hands behind your back. You’re going to get me off without the use of your fingers. Just your pretty mouth. Got it?”

Oh, God. I was so turned on that my arousal was dampening the inside of my thighs. Slipping my hands behind my back, I clasped my hands together, squeezing tight.

Releasing my jaw, he held out his cock for me and whispered harshly, “Suck.”

I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I fell onto his cock like it was my last meal. My last sip of water. My last gulp of air. Being told what to do and knowing that I was safe with him was a kink I didn’t know I had—along with voyeurism and exhibitionism I supposed. Sucking him deeply into my mouth, I rolled my tongue along his shaft. One of Nick’s hands burrowed into my hair, pulling tight, while the other stroked my cheek gently, urging me on.

“Deeper,” he said with a hiss, his hips jerking. “I want to feel you choking on my cock.”

My small mewl of lust was muffled as I took him all the way down. Down. Down. Until he hit the back of my throat and my gag reflex kicked in. As soon as he heard that sound, Nick pulsed his hips, driving his cock deeper into my mouth.

Behind my back, my fists balled. The pleasure and the pain of it, the power and the feeling like I was going to die, were getting tangled inside my head. More of my arousal slipped down between my thighs, and my hips started to move, looking for friction. Looking for relief.

Nick, of course, noticed.

“Rub yourself on my leg, little voyeur. Leave the evidence of your greedy dripping cunt all over it.”

I cried out in relief as he positioned his leg between my own and I ground down for the first time. The friction felt amazing, but it was how taboo this was that really made me pant.

“You can rub your pussy all over me, baby, but you’re not allowed to come. You hear me?”

What? He couldn’t possibly be serious.

“I want you soaked by the time I come back around tonight. I wanted to edge you all fucking night long at the club, and then when you couldn’t take any more, I was going to fuck you with this cock.”

I whimpered.

“But with the change in plans, this will have to do.”

With a strangled moan, he began to thrust more deeply into my mouth, until all I could do was open my jaw as wide as it could go and hold on.

There was a second of warning—a saltiness I tasted on my tongue—then he was coming. Ropes and ropes of him hit the back of my throat. Swallowing down, he wrung the last of his pleasure from me, then pulled free. Wrapping a hand around my jaw, he brought my mouth to his in a searing kiss, and when he finally pulled away, I was dizzy with need. Crazed with lust.

Then he murmured darkly, “My turn.”