Page 104 of Savage

“I asked you specifically not to leave the house. Do I have to tie you to a fuckin’ chair again, or can you take a direct order—”

“You can tie me to a chair if you want,” she whispers. “As long as you eat me out afterward.”

“I’m fuckin’ serious, bitch. How did you even get past the alarm?”

“I watched you enter it this morning, dumbarse,” she deadpans, and when I think back to earlier today, I realise she’s probably right. I’m a fucking idiot. I was so caught up in those sexy little short shorts she was wearing that I didn’t have my fucking head on straight.

“Tank, if I wanted to leave, I would have. I spent all day sitting in the sunshine with your dog. Tomorrow I’m going to get to work on your gardens. I’m bored. I can’t be cooped up in this house all day. And if you really want me to get better, then I need to push the boundaries. I need you to trust me … so I can trust me. I can’t promise it’s going to be easy. My first thought when I left the house today was that I could probably get to a pharmacy and back before you would even know I was gone. And then I felt the breeze in my hair, and the sun on my skin, and I decided I didn’t want to go anywhere. I need this.”

She was right. I knew she was right. But could I do it? Could I give her that freedom? And trust her not to fuck it up?

“Yeah, okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“Okay, I trust you.” Her lips graze my chest and then she scrambles into my lap like an excited kid. “But you fuck this shit up, you betray that trust and go running off to the nearest fuckin’ dealer, and you don’t come back here.”

“I won’t let you down. I promise,” she says and snuggles her head into my chest. I sigh.

Such a fuckin’ chump.

I drape my arm around her waist and find myself kissing the top of her head. She gives a contented little sigh, and within minutes she’s softly snoring. I stroke her hair and sink farther into the couch, afraid to wake her. She sleeps so fitfully most of the time, like that bastard’s still haunting her dreams. So I let her sleep. I watch the show, not really knowing what’s going on, but I get invested anyway, and I grow hard when I see the little bit of girl-on-girl action. I fantasize about waking Ivy up so she can suck my cock, but I don’t, because as much as it might kill me, that isn’t what she needs right now.I’m not what she needs.

“Come on, Warrior Princess,” I say, cradling her in my arms as I stand and start walking down the hall.

She lifts her head and smiles sleepily at me. “Where are we going?”

“To bed.”

“But you passed my room already,” she says, as she tucks her head in against my chest.

“To my bed,” I say.

“I like your bed,” she murmurs.

“Me too.”Especially when you’re in it. I carry her into the room and lay her on the bed. I strip off my leather jacket and my shirt and jeans as Ivy watches through amused sleepy eyes.

“Like what you see, babe?”

“Nah, you’re too bulky for me,” she teases.

“Bullshit. You like ’em big, just like you like ’em rough.”

“It’s true. I do like that.”

“You can’t lie to me, Ivy. I got that pretty little head of yours all figured out.” I tap my forehead for emphasis.

“You do, huh?”

“Yep,” I say, and crawl up the mattress towards her. I cage her in between my forearms, and then I slowly peel off her clothing, so she’s completely naked. My dick’s hard and I want up inside her sweet fucking pussy so bad my balls are turning blue, but I know she’s not interested in fucking me. She’s made that real fucking clear. Doesn’t mean I’m going to give up an opportunity to have her naked in my bed, though. I roll her onto her side and tug her back against me, cupping her tits from behind.

She laughs softly. “I thought we were just sleeping?”

“We are. I just like a little bit of tit to hold as I drift off. I got mummy issues.”

“You’re a fucking pervert.”

I chuckle and press a kiss to the space between her shoulder blades, and I hold my woman as she drifts off to sleep. Doesn’t matter if she doesn’t realise it yet, it doesn’t even matter if she doesn’t love me back. Ivy belongs to me. And I’ll be fucked if I let anyone take her away from me. Not my Prez, not my brother Kick, not Killer or the rest of my club brothers, and certainly not her fucking piece-of-shit father. She’s mine. And I don’t care if I have to gut every last one of them. I will. To protect what’s mine, I’d do much more, and they better hope to hell it doesn’t come to that.

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