Page 50 of Savage King

Bikers loved to drink, so it made sense for their personal clubhouse bar to be open when they wanted to drown themselves in grain alcohol.

She’d been leaving a training session with Tessa when Odin had called and asked her to stop by the clubhouse. It had only been eight hours since he’d left her bed but the man was adamant that she come and see him, even though he was elbow deep in whatever had been weighing on his mind the last several days. He hadn’t spoken to her about it, but she could tell he wanted to, that he wanted to open up to her, to share that part of himself with her. But he was…wary. Uncertain.

She’d been open with him, tearing her heart out of her chest and sharing all the cracks and wounds with him, but Odin hadn’t done the same. He was still holding himself back, still keeping part of himself locked up tight. If he wasn’t silent about club doings, he was avoiding questions about his family. Yes, she knew he was an only child and his parents were still alive, but beyond that, she knew so little about him, it wouldn’t even fill a thimble. Did he not trust her? After all she’d shared with him, that parts of herself that not even Aaron had seen, he was still holding back.

What do you expect? The man runs a MC with a gray moral area, there will always be something he can’t tell anyone who isn’t wearing a kutte.That meant her. She wasn’t a member of his MC, and even though he’d been inside her, lain beside her, and spoken words of devotion to her, she would never be a Savage Raider. If that wasn’t proof that theirs was a temporary fling, she didn’t know what it was.

Because she was with Tessa when Odin called, Tessa had invited herself along, demanding the chance to finally see the inside of the clubhouse and meet the man who’d come to mean so much to her best friend.

Taking the chair beside her after pausing slack-jawed at the door like a child in a candy store, Tessa grabbed Skathi’s arm and squeezed.

“Holy fucking shit, Sky!” she whisper-yelled. “This place is amazing. I can totally see some seriously nasty shit happening here.”

“Oh, only the nastiest,mi corazon,” a man said as he strode into the main room from a hallway to their left. Dressed in the Raiders’ uniform of jeans, tight t-shirt, and leather kutte, the man was the biker equivalent of every woman’s dream Latin lover. Dark chocolate hair slicked back from a proud forehead complete with thick black eyebrows over eyes almost the exact color of mahogany. His nose was long and straight, his lips were twisted in a sexy smirk, and his clean-shaven face showed cheekbones so high and sharp, they could cut right through Kevlar. He was taller than her by several feet, his shoulders were wide, his waist narrow, his thighs thick.

Any woman would look at him and drool, falling over herself to get a piece of him, but not her. As sexy as he was in an exotic, sensual way, he did not compare to Odin’s hard, icy yet hot at hell masculinity. Where Odin was a fierce wolf, this man was a sensual panther.

“I am called Fang,” the man said, sliding up beside Tessa to take her hand in his and kiss it. Tessa tensed, her eyes narrowing. “But you,mi amor, can call mePapi.”

Oh, no. Not good. Tessa had a strict no touching policy, especially to ward off men who thought that because she was a female boxer that she must be too masculine to get her “own damn self” a man. Also, she just didn’t like strangers getting into her face. As a full-time EMT when she wasn’t training for a fight, she had her fair share of close stranger contact.

“Remember, Tessa, you can’t fight Tanya Collins if your butt is in jail for assault,” Skathi reminded her teasingly, knowing full well that Fang wouldn’t take the hit to his rep by admitting to the police he was beat by a woman.

“Butt?” Fang repeated, smirking. “Is the word ass too crass for you, Valkyrie?”

Valkyrie? She’d heard Odin call her that, but why was the common knowledge among the MC?

She shrugged in answer.

“Skathi doesn’t curse,” Tessa remarked. “But I sure as motherfucking hell fucking do, cocksucker.”

Rather than look insulted by Tessa filthy diatribe, Fang grinned, his pretty mouth twisting devilishly. Then again, he was MC, there was little that could offend a man who cussed like F-bombs could save his life.

“Working on sainthood?”

Skathi snorted playfully. “Inthistown? Not likely. Not only am I pagan, I’m Danish, and there aren’t many ‘crass’ words in Danish. As a people, we tend to speak with intent rather than pretty things up with colorful words. English is as colorful as a field of wildflowers.”

“That sounded pretty colorful to me, Sky,” Tessa mocked, her eyes dancing.

“Ah, yes, but I was speaking English,” Skathi reminded her, tapping the tip of her friend’s nose.

“That shit doesn’t sound like much motherfucking fun to me. Me? I like all the fuckingcrasswords…especially when my woman is screaming them at me while I’m fucking her.” The man pinned Tessa with a look so hot it meltedSkathi’spanties. Something on her face must’ve given her away because he grinned bigger, licking his lips and winking.

Tessa rolled her eyes, not amused by Fang’s attempt to flirt.

Gods, the man had his work cut out for him if he was interested in getting into her friend’s pants.

A loud voice boomed across the room. “Fang, leave them alone before I beat the shit out of you and drop you naked at Golden Days.”

Skathi snickered, clapping a hand over her mouth to keep the crazy snort inside.

Golden Days was a notoriously well-known nudist colony about twenty miles north of the city.

It was populated entirely by senior citizens.

Tessa smirked. “I just bet all those wonderfully liberated grandmas would love to know all about your nasty,Papi.” Emphasizing the last word, Tessa rolled her eyes and turned away from Fang to peer at Odin, giving him a long, slow once—twice—over.

“So you’re the Norse god who’s been banging my precious Sky,” Tessa exclaimed loud enough to be heard in Lake Tahoe.

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