Page 83 of Savage Outlaw

“Not to mention pillow talk, Butcher.” Hawk said.

Butcher tried not to scowl at Hawk. He understood what the VP was saying, but he trusted Roux. “Yeah, I do. Not changing my mind, Prez. Not backing down. If you want my patch, it’ll kill me to give it back, to walk away from the club, but I’ll do it. I don’t want to drag you all into my mess.”

“What the fuck is up with all you knuckleheads wanting to give your patches up?” He cast eyes over to Hawk whose brooding expression never changed. He’d been the first to offer his for Gia a while back. “Club fucking first.”

Fuck, he was gonna be kicked out.

Until Rider added in a steel voice. “That means your woman is club. You fight, we fight. Club fucking first, got it?”

And when they all thought Rider was done with his rousing speech he tacked on. “But if a war ruins my wedding, I’m shooting the fuckin’ lot of you.”

It broke the ice and laughter traveled around the room.

“If you ask me, Prez, it’s been too damn quiet around here.” Snake imparted his opinion, air boxing from his seat with his tattoo fists. “I even started missing the Russian fucks. Don’t know ‘bout you, but I’m ready for a scrap.”

“It’s theDiablos, what can they do, whine us to death?” This from Capone.

Butcher expected trouble, but as he strode through the clubhouse and saw Roux’s welcoming smile and her lips turned up for his kiss, he wasn’t thinking about trouble, only her.

He was gonna take his girl out of town for a date.

“Ready to go?”

She grinned and laced their fingers, hopping down from the stool, she grabbed the bag of hard candy Jed must have found for her in the kitchen. “So ready.”

All other shit could wait until they got back.

TWENTY-TWO

“Confessions of a hotel room.”-Roux

“Oh, god. Tad. Ican’tagain.”

“Take it,” his heavy growl shuddered on her pulsing skin as she whimpered for mercy. “You’re so close, I can feel it.”

Flat on her back, legs thrown over Tad’s shoulders, Roux was doing her best not to scream like a banshee when his wicked,wickedmouth pushed her over the edge of a climax.

Without warning, the pressure built inside Roux and burst into an immense rainbow of waves. She needn’t have worried about disturbing the people in the next hotel room because her scream was noiseless as she concaved her spine and came and came and came.

A perfect six hour journey with Tad, where they talked about everything, found they had so many movies and music choices in common. They stopped at a small diner and ate strawberry shortcake pancakes before getting back on the road.

It was bliss.

Then five minutes to check in, two minutes in the elevator with Tad giving her a hungry look. Not even thirty seconds into their room and he flattened her on the bed. Her jeans wrenched down to her ankles and his mouth … oh, his devilish mouth, did the most despicable things to her pussy.

She was still shaking when he prowled up her body, kissing her exposed skin as he moved until he had her boxed in with his arms. He let her watch him slaking her pleasure from his lips.

“We need to stay in more hotels if they turn you into an animal.”

“I’ve wanted to do that for hours. Six hours I’ve hungered for my Cookie’s taste in my throat.”

He nuzzled her lips, her nose, her cheeks, all the while she tried to discreetly kick off her jeans. It became chaos with her flopping under him until Tad laughed and helped her out.

He was hard all over. The plains of his chest and stomach, the veins in his hairy forearms as he braced over her. Most especially the weapon between his legs. Her tired body renewed within a breath and she reached down to stroke him.

He grunted and pushed his hips forward.

“What do you need, Cookie? Tell me. I’m dying to give it to you.”

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