Deliciously Damaged (Reckless Bastards MC 3)

I would’ve guessed something regular like Mike or Nick, but Vick was the name of a man. A big strong man with a manly ass beard.

“I like it.”

He smirked. “Thanks.”

“So, how’d you get a name like Savior?”

He snorted. “Some stupid shit before basic.”

I smiled and looked up at him. “So tell me. Sound’s fun.”

“Fun? I wouldn’t call anything I did in—or before—the service fun.” He stopped and looked out at the water. “Okay, so before I enlisted, I wanted to become a priest. I was—”

“—a priest? Seriously? I didn’t realize you had that much Jesus in you.” I laughed a little. A priest. Vick looked nothing like a priest and acted like one even less.

“If you’re gonna tease, then I’ll shut up.” He faked a pout.

“No! I want to hear the story. Seriously.”

“Okay then, don’t laugh. Before I’d ever thought about enlisting, I was a church going man. Priesthood was something I aspired to do. Then after 9/11, I enlisted. Thought I could serve my country. You know, be a good American and all. Well, I may have mentioned it in a conversation in boot camp, you know getting to know the other newbies, and every one of those motherfuckers started calling me Savior. As a joke.

Then, when we made it to the sandbox, shit got real. Shit I don’t ever want to see or do again. I saved quite a few men out there, but not all. Unfortunately, we had to send a few soldiers home in body bags, but the name stuck.” He breathed in and let it out slowly. “So, there ya go.”

We walked in silence for a while before he said anything else. “Do you miss New York?”

“Some days I miss it so much I can hardly stand it but this is where my family is so it’s where I am. Even if it turns out to be a really bad idea.”

“I won’t let it,” he said confidently, and I didn’t bother to correct him, because it would be pointless. “At least not before you’ve had a chance to make me your favorite dessert.”

I laughed. “Yeah and what is my favorite?”

He shrugged and swung our arms between us. “I don’t know, but I loved those strawberry orange cookies you sent in one of your care packages. They were fucking delicious.”

I laughed, feeling heat blossom at the memory. “Ammo said you guys were like vultures with those cookies. Told me to only send chocolate chip or peanut butter so you didn’t lose your minds.

He laughed at the memory too. “Yeah, I think I ate at least half of them.”

Savior leaned close, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear as he spoke.

“Speaking of, it’s time for me to get turned on watching you lick barbecue sauce from your fingers.”

He pulled me back toward the music and the group of bikers celebrating their friends entering into wedded bliss.

His words were so fucking dirty, so wicked that I felt like I was constantly turned on when he was around. Even when he was doing his best to piss me off.

Chapter 10

Savior

I woke up and rolled over expecting to find a couple handfuls of soft, warm woman, instead I was met by a cool, empty bed.

I called out “Mandy?” but I could tell the room was empty. It was too quiet, so I turned over on my back, smiling as I thought about how wild she’d been after dinner last night.

I never knew women could be ravenous like that. I mean sure, they were eager and dirty, some were legit kinky, but most of the time they were just acting. Last night though, had been sweet, unadulterated Mandy.

My cock was getting hard just thinking about the way she’d pushed me down on the bed and sank between my knees, making love to my dick with her mouth. She’d laid those smiling eyes on me, never looking away as she slowly ripped away every stitch of my control. And now she was gone, which I confirmed by walking through the spacious hotel room overlooking the beach. She’d left a note. Gone surfin’, it said, which was strange since I was pretty sure she didn’t know how to surf.

After a quick shower, I got dressed and went to find the hot little pixie who’d rocked my world. I found her on the beach in the water with some blond model doing time as a surf instructor, though he was doing more smiling and flirting than instructing. I could see it from the shore. Hell, a blind man could see it. The closer I got, the more I wanted to bash the prick’s face in.