“He’d be spreading himself thin,” Seychelle said. “But I would warn them just in case.”
Savage did, sending out a mass text, including Alena and Lana. He didn’t know what they were into, and he didn’t want either of them caught unaware.
“Brandon hates the Diamondbacks and wants to destroy them,” Savage ventured. He used his own hand to rub her palm up and down his thigh while he puzzled out how Brandon could use his talent to wreak the kind of havoc with the clubs they were seeing. “How would he go about it?”
“He’s using women,” Seychelle said with confidence. “He just has to listen to his half brothers talking and he’d get the structure of the club. Who is important, who is married, who matters. Jealousies. Anything like that. He would be patient and collect the information over time. Remember, for Brandon, it’s all a game. He likes to feel superior and powerful. He doesn’t want you to know you’re even playing the game with him until it’s too late.”
“Shit,” Savage said. “He’d use their old ladies?”
“Once he knows who the wives are, he just accidentally bumps into the ones he wants to influence. He can do that at a coffee shop. Anywhere. He’s charming. No threat. If it’s a Diamondback, he’d be even less of a threat, because four of his brothers are Diamondbacks. It would be so easy to get all the data he needs to undermine very subtly the various club members’ relationships.”
“Such as Plank, the president, and Pierce, his enforcer,” Savage ventured.
“Most definitely,” Seychelle confirmed.
Now that he knew how and why, Savage sent a lengthy text to Czar explaining everything Seychelle had discussed with him.
“Now that we have that out of the way, baby, we have the rest of the evening to get that little bastard out of your head.”
“I have to leave later tonight, and I want to know we’re solid. I need to know you’re with me all the way. I don’t want to find out, after I’ve gone, that you decided to try to hitchhike home,” Savage said.
Seychelle raised an eyebrow, trying to look as if she wasn’t nervous, but then she bit her lower lip, completely destroying the image of her calm. “I was thinking Uber, not hitchhiking.”
“I want you to tell me what you’re most afraid of when you think about sucking my cock.”
The moment he said the words, her eyes went wide with fear, but he pressed her palm tight into his thigh, his thumb continuing to stroke caresses back and forth over the back of her hand. He kept his gaze steady on hers. He hadn’t asked her to actually do anything to him. His jeans were on and zipped up. She was in her own chair, and there was no command in his tone at all. He had deliberately kept his tone very conversational.
Her lashes fluttered several times, drawing his attention to their length. He waited in silence while the fire crackled and the flames burned orange and red.
“I don’t want you to be disappointed in me. Or compare me to one of the other women and I fall very short.”
He considered her fears carefully. “Does that sound like something I would do, Seychelle?”
She shook her head. “I know it’s an irrational fear, but the moment you say the words to me, I hear laughter. I know that I’m surrounded by your club members and other women who have done this for you, and everyone is watching. You’re laughing with them.”
Savage really despised that she had feared his family, Torpedo Ink, would laugh at her. That he would. “You know where Campbell made his big mistake?” He kept his voice gentle.
She shook her head.
He reached out and slid his fingers into her hair. “He’s done his research and he’s been told I’m a sadist. Most sadists like to humiliate others. Because of my past behavior with the other women on these runs, he thinks I deliberately humiliated them. I didn’t. I don’t get off on that at all. The last thing I would ever want to do with the woman I love is to humiliate her. Planting a suggestion where I’m laughing at her because she chooses to give me pleasure by sucking my cock is absurd. I wasn’t going to do anything remotely resembling what I did with other women with you. You wanted to learn, and I thought it would be a fun surprise for you, better than your book, something we’d enjoy together. Definitely not humiliation—that isn’t my thing and never will be.”
His woman was listening to him, and this time when he deliberately used the words sucking my cock, she hadn’t tensed up or looked as if she might run. Seychelle was intelligent. Campbell might be able to plant suggestions, but she was too smart to be fooled for long. She was more than willing to work with Savage to undo any damage Campbell had done to her. She sat very still and let him continue to massage her scalp.