My stomach twists. She’s right. She has not a fucking clue if anything her father told her was true. When we found out that he had lived, Dragon sent a couple guys to his house and ransacked it. They didn’t find anything, nothing. No birth certificates, nothing. Leighton just doesn’t fucking exist.
“You don’t need that shit,” I say, clearing my throat.
“Why?”
My lips turn up into a grin. “Worm got you taken care of, babe. He had a birth certificate, social security card, driver’s license, even high school diploma made up for you.”
Her eyes widen, then they fill with unshed tears. She shakes her head. “It’s too much,” she whispers.
“Nothin’s too much for mi reina,” I say as I clear my throat. “How about you marry me?”
Leighton’s watery eyes meet mine and she nods her head. “Okay,” she breathes. “I’ll marry you, Wilder Lopez, but…”
“No buts,” I grunt.
Her lips curve up into a small smile. “But only because I love you.”
Laughing, I reach forward, cupping the back of Luna’s head with one hand, and the back of Leighton’s with the other before I lean in and touch my mouth to hers.
“Yeah,” I growl against her lips. “Fuckin’ shit, yeah. I love you too, both of you.”
UnTwist Me
A SAVAGE BEAST SHORT STORY
Prologue
TWO MONTHS EARLIER
ANA
I shouldn’t want this, but I do. I shouldn’t need this, but I absolutely do. Throwing my head back, I let out a cry as I ride the man beneath me. I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t like it even a little bit, but I do.
When my brother threatened to sell me to the highest bidder, to the man who would benefit him the most, he was basically selling my virginity. So, even after I knew he was dead, I couldn’t wait to get rid of that pesky little chess piece.
There was only one man I trusted enough in this entire world to take it from me, too. I shouldn’t have asked him—no, more like begged him, but I did. He shouldn’t have agreed, but he did that too.
His fingers dig into my hips as he jerks me forward. I’m such a bitch. I’m definitely not a friend, especially to the only woman that I had in my corner for months.
“Faster,” Gator demands.
I jerk my hips, licking my lips as I look down at him and start to ride faster. His lips curve up into a grin, but I can see that behind his eyes, he’s absolutely dead. He’s not here because he gives a shit about me, he’s here because I’m a warm body.
I should hate that, I should feel like complete shit, and I do, just not enough, I guess. Maybe it’s my upbringing, being raised by a drug lord, maybe that’s just the woman that I am deep down and it wouldn’t matter who raised me.
“I’m going to come,” I breathe.
He grunts. He’s not there yet, but I know him, he can make that happen in a matter of seconds. Just a few rough, hard, aching thrusts and he’ll empty inside of the condom he’s wearing in a heartbeat.
The orgasm rushes through me, then I collapse as he uses his grip on my hips to jack himself. He lets out his own grunt as he comes. I don’t stay nestled in close to him, that’s not what we have. Flinging myself off of him, I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling.
“That was wrong,” I whisper.
“Yeah,” he agrees.
It’s like we have this dialogue completely memorized. Rolling to my side, I stare at his profile. “You need to talk to them,” I rasp.
“Yeah,” he sighs.
“They love you.”
He nods, turning his head to look at me, the blankness is gone and it’s replaced with complete and utter devastation. “Yeah,” he chokes. “They haven’t, we haven’t together or separately in months.”
Lifting my hand, I place my palm against his chest. “But they have together?”
He nods. He’s hurting, and this is the only way he can express that hurt, but it’s not the right way and I’m not the right person for the job. I love Maria. He loves Maria and Mamba, more than anything else in this world he loves them.
“Talk to them. Tell them.”
He nods again, his eyes filling with unshed tears. He won’t let them fall, not in front of me. Sliding my hand up his chest, I wrap my fingers around the side of his throat. “We’re done, Gator,” I rasp. “Fix what you have, it’s too beautiful to throw away.”
“I know,” he whispers. “I know.”
“Tonight?” I ask.
His lips twitch into a small smile. “Tonight,” he agrees.
I watch him dress, then he starts to walk out of the bedroom, leaving me naked and only wrapped in a sheet. He stops at the doorway, turning to look over his shoulder. “You’re a good woman, you need to let someone in. Someone who is available, maybe?”
Wrinkling my nose at him, I shrug a shoulder. “Probably.”
His lips twitch into a small smile. “Lots of good men here.”
“Men who want to keep me in a cage?”
He chuckles. “Not so bad, I don’t think. Might like it.”
Gator walks away, leaving me alone and I’m fine with that. He has a beautiful life waiting for him in Eagar. He just needs to work on his shit that’s piled all up on top of him, but he will.
Letting out a sigh, I think about being a Sinister Skull Old Lady. Caged, collared, bound. Closing my eyes, I imagine Dutch being the one to do all of those things to me and I let out a moan. I bet his muscles would bulge, sweat would trickle down his back as his strong body hovered over me.
There is something seriously wrong with me. I am fantasizing about a man after another has just left my bed. Shaking my head, I decide to climb out of bed and get ready for my shift at the clubhouse. Another thing that isn’t going to help in my Dutch fantasies, seeing him, smelling him, being near him.
DUTCH
I curse as I watch Gator leave her house. The fuck. He has a woman and a man waiting for him back in Savage Beast territory and he’s here fucking the one woman that I haven’t been able to get beneath me. The only woman that I want there, too.
Climbing on my bike, I rev the engine as I watch her step out of her house a few moments later. She’s dressed in shorts, a tank top, and her long dark hair is pulled up into a high bun-thing on the top of her head.
She’s fucking beautiful.
Prettiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
She takes a step, then turns to look at me. I know she recognizes me. I watch as she lifts her hands and gives me a small wave. Jerking my chin toward her, I decide that I can’t stay. Backing my bike up, I turn around and I ride.
I don’t know where I’m going, but I can’t be near her, especially knowing another man was just inside of her, his smell probably still on her soft tanned skin.
Fuck that.
I’m half tempted to go down to the Savage Beast clubhouse and be a snitch, tell Mamba and his woman what Gator was up to, but I don’t. Instead, I head toward Quemado Lake. It’s not much, but it’s the place I go to think, to get lost, to be alone.