Page 54 of Zeke
When I used to feel this way, I’d go get into a fight or find someone to fuck. I’m a lot like Zeke in that way. Now I’m fully committed to Savage, and it’s too dangerous for me to go out alone while we’re here. I have too big a target on my back.
That doesn’t mean I can’t find another method of release.
Call me whatever kind of simp you want, say I’m obsessed, I don’t care. The first image that comes to my mind is Savage with his hand around my throat and his other arm wrapped around my waist. I immediately start panting, and wetness gathers between my legs. I reach between them and touch along my crease, dipping my finger between the folds and finding my clit, which I stroke and circle with a gasp.
In my mind, Savage bites down on my shoulder, purpling the skin there in a beautiful bruise just for me. In reality, I reach up with my hand and press down on the spot he’d already marked earlier in the day before he left, letting the ache drive me forward in my task.
Then my hand goes to my nipples. They are hard from picturing Savage’s lips on them, sucking and licking before grabbing and tweaking them, making me moan his name.
It doesn’t take me long before I come, covering my mouth as I cry out to stifle the sound. I lie there panting for a few moments, feeling a measure of relief that I don’t need to do anything. It’s hard to admit and accept, but in this instance, I’m doing everything I can.
I barely get myself cleaned up before Savage walks in, looking tired and weary. He takes one look at the room and sees the glass I’d thrown my little tantrum.
“Everything okay, Sweet Girl?” he asks, and I melt as he uses my pet name.
“It’s… I don’t know, actually,” I say. “Apparently, there was some trouble with the bakery girl, and she finally chose Zeke over Eli.”
“Eli kill him?” Savage asks, and I can tell he’s only half joking.
“No. Believe me, I thought the same thing. But no. The trouble isn’t about them. It looks like someone’s watching her. She got some creepy flowers with a note.”
“Damn,” he said, moving carefully around the graveyard of brown shards on the floor to come to my side. He sits beside me and wraps an arm around my shoulder. I lean in to him like his very presence can make things right with the world again. “So what are they going to do about it?”
“They took her to the farmhouse. She’s staying with Zeke.”
“You sure Eli’s okay?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“No, I’m really not. But he won’t talk to me about it, so there’s not much I can do.”
Savage pulls me against him and kisses my head.
“What about you, though?” I ask. “How are things over at the club?”
He takes a deep breath, then sighs. “They’re okay. Butjustokay. There are enough guys who liked the way Attila ran things and who think Wizard would have been a good prez to make my job setting up new leadership harder than it needs to be. Not enough to make it impossible, but enough to get in my way.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, pressing my lips against his chest. God, just feeling him beside me is like medicine. It makes me feel a million times better than I did when I was all alone in here.
It doesn’t take long before his hands are all over me, caressing me in places I hadn’t bothered to touch myself. His fingers bring out cry after cry of ecstasy from me, and things only intensify when he finally enters me in some combination of making love and hard fucking that always leaves me completely spent.
When we’re finished, Savage puts his arms around me, holding me, but I’ve never wanted that feeling less. I push my way out of his arms. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I sit on the edge of the bed, not looking at him. “I’m just tired of being here when my club needs me back home. Let’s just get this shit done so we can go home and I can fix the mess happening there.”
Savage sighs but knows when it’s pointless to fight me, so he gets up to take a shower while I open my phone, hoping for more updates, but none come.
I lie back on the bed, ready to allow myself to drift off since it’s getting late here compared to home, but then a knock comes at the door.
Savage is still in the shower, so I pull on my PJs and say, “One minute!”
“What?” Savage calls from the bathroom.
I poke my head in so he can hear me without me having to yell too, and I tell him, “Someone’s at the door.”
“What?” he repeats, though this time there’s an urgency to his voice as I walk away. I hear him scrambling. As I grab the door handle, I glance back at him. He’s just got his pants pulled on as he stumbles from the bathroom. He puts out a hand and says, “No!”
But it’s too late. I open the door. His warning gives me enough sense to duck, and a bullet whizzes by my shoulder, right past me toward Savage.
Fuck!