Page 53 of Killer (Savages 2)


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It was then that I saw she was biting into her cheek, like she was worrying over something. "Baby..." I started.

"They're all criminals too, right?" she asked and it hit me what put the lines between her brows. She was worried she didn't fit in. She wanted to know what my men's women did to know how they dealt with our strange lifestyles. Finding out that all their women were of the same life wasn't helping. Why it mattered when I knew she was leaving me was beyond me.

"Cash's brother, Reign, has a woman, Summer," I said, wanting to help her understand, "wasn't a criminal. She grew up normal. She went to work like a normal person..."

"Yeah until she got kidnapped and tortured and found out she was living in a criminal empire her whole life," Cash supplied, giving me a weird look like he didn't understand why I was saying that.

I shot him a look. "Point is, she had no idea," I pressed, giving her a squeeze.

Amy let out a breath and shrugged, moving to get off my lap and I had no choice but to let her. "Whatever. I'm going to make some coffee. You guys grunt and pound your chests or whatever the heck it is that men do when they get together," she dismissed, moving toward the kitchen.

"Thanks a lot, jackass," I rolled my eyes at Cash.

"Fuck'd I do?"

"Good goin', Cash," Breaker chuckled.

"Idiot," Wolf agreed with me and Cash's smile spread.

"I'll tell you on the way out," Paine supplied and they all rose to stand.

They exchanged their plans for the day with me, promising to keep in touch. Then there was the distinct sound of a coffee cup slamming down none-too-gently onto the kitchen counter and a loud grumble, making all the guys raise their brows at me.

"What's up, angel?"

"You don't even have any freaking sugar!" she shrieked and I felt my lips twitching. 'Freaking' was as close to a filthy word as she seemed comfortable using and it was the fucking cutest thing I'd ever heard.

"Need me to run out and get you some sugar, darlin'?"

"And milk and, I don't know, maybe some eggs and flour and butter. Honestly, how do you not have any of this?" she ranted, making the twitch turn into a full blown smile.

"Drink my coffee black, kitten."

"Kitten?" she glowered at me from around the corner.

"That's our cue," Breaker laughed, slapping a hand on my shoulder. "Little advice?" he said, eyes bright. "Drag this shit out. Make-up sex is the best. Why you think I rile up Alex just for the fuck of it?"

And with that, they were off, each of them offering Amelia a 'later honey' (in Cash's case), a 'see ya around, doll,' (in Breaker's case), a 'catch you later, babygirl,' (in Paine's case), and a 'woman,' with a chin jerk (in Wolf's case).

"I like that you like my friends, sweetheart," I told her walking up despite the posture that was screaming 'fuck off!' and wrapping an arm around her belly from behind, resting my head on her shoulder.

"Barbarians," she countered, trying to hold her grudge.

"Mmmhmm," I mumbled against the skin of her neck. "Exactly the kind of men you want on your side when you got an issue, don't you think?"

"Chauvinists," she tried, but her voice was getting airy as my tongue teased the edge of her ear.

"Wouldn't say that if you knew their women."

"Why's that?"

"Baby, men like them... what other kind of women could tame them except ones twice as strong?" Her head drifted to the side, giving me more access which I took advantage of. My hand slid down her belly and pressed gently between her thighs, drawing out a small whimper. "You'll tell me when you stop being sore, yeah?"

"What?" she asked, her hips moving against my hand.

"First time, baby. Know that hurt. Know you're gonna be sore. When that stops, you'll tell me."

"W... why?" she stammered as my finger worked circles over her clit, distracting her.

"Because I want to take you again. I want to live inside this pussy," I told her, biting into her neck as my finger clicked her sweet spot again. "Want you on your back, legs on my shoulders, taking me as deep as you can. Then I want you on all fours so I can take you hard and fast. Maybe I'll pull your hair. You like when I play with your hair, don't you baby?" I asked, smiling as she made some kind of mewling noise. "Then I want you to ride me. I want you to fuck yourself until you can't even catch your breath, until your choking through an orgasm that makes your world splinter apart," I explained, smiling as she rubbed against my hand, moaning. "So you'll tell me, yeah?"

"Y... yeah," she whimpered, getting close.

"Good," I said, pulling my hand from her pussy and moving back a step, biting my lip to keep from smiling when she made some kind of growling noise. "Now, I'm going to go get you your sugar, milk, eggs, flour, and butter," I said, slipping into my shoes by the front door and grabbing my keys, watching her face because I wanted to memorize that look to hold onto for safekeeping. It was a mix of desire, frustration, anger, and a hint of amusement.

Fuckin' beautiful.

"Lock up, Amy," I said and walked out into the hallway and I did it fuckin' smiling huge.SixteenAmeliaLock up, Amy.

For a moment, let's forget about the hot-guy-overload, and the scary new information about Luis and his empire, about his interest in me that was a lot creepier than I originally thought, the unsettling realization that bad boys only seemed to settle down with bad girls, and even the fact that I was very likely about to be involved in a plan that would, inevitably, lead to someone's death, oh and the whole dirty talk while he played with me in the middle of his kitchen then left me high and dry to go buy sugar thing.

Because those three words wiped all of that clear from my brain.

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