Page 106 of Savage Outlaw

Fever burned down her neck when he plucked her from the stool, she wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her fingers in the back of his hair, bringing their faces together.

“You better have plans with my aching dick if you made me kick everyone out.”

“You didn’t want them here either.”

He was right though; she had such big plans.

“I hope you caught a nap today; we have some celebrating to do and it’ll take hours and hours.”

The rolling growl that came out of his massive torso vibrated against Roux’s chest, sending hot and dizzy waves through her.

“Fuck, I love you.”

Roux didn’t have a chance to say it back because Tad had her pinned against the hall wall, driving his hips between her legs and kissing the life out of her. She whimpered, shoving her fingers through his already messy hair, telling him with her moans how much she loved him back.

“Touch me,” she managed when her mouth was freed.

“Don’t fucking worry, I plan to, baby.” The way he slanted his mouth over hers caused emotions to rush to the back of her eyes. She finally had her man.

“Finally got you all to myself,” Tad repeated her sentiment and she smiled into his lips.

Finally.

Finally.

They were tired as hell the next morning when she staggered into the kitchen to see her man in boxer-briefs. He handed her a coffee right after he tagged her around the neck and kissed her.

Then he made breakfast, but it was after he fucked her against the countertop and left her a blissed wreck.

She liked watching him walking around the kitchen being all sexy and domesticated. The way he sent sexy side glances her way said he knew she enjoyed it too. She sipped her now nuked coffee back to steaming temperature and purred when his big callused hand stroked around the nape of her neck. “Happy you’re here, Cookie.”

“So am I.”

They could do this.

They were blending their worlds and making it work.

And nothing was going to ruin her happiness, not now she had a tight hold of it with two hands.

The following week flowed perfectly. Their days merged just as consuming as they were in each other.

Never did she think a biker would be so attentive and then she fell for Tad and he flipped the tables on her.

Making her fall and fall and fall for him every single day.

TWENTY-NINE

“Bombs and locks.”-Butcher

Butcher’s phone only used the generic ringtone, but it sounded like bells as it brought him out of sleep.

He’d let it ring the first time, too tired to roll away and answer it.

Only when it started up right again did his eyes ping open.

“Oh, my god, what kind of lunatic calls in the middle of the night?” His girl groaned and despite how tired he felt he grinned, kissing her bare shoulder.

“Go back to sleep, baby. It’ll be the club for me, someone might be banged up.” That was usually the reason for any late night phone calls, so he shook the sleep from his mind as he answered.

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