“Because Torpedo Ink is going to handle it.”
“Yes.”
She was quiet a moment, but she didn’t flinch. “And when they handle something, it tends to be in a permanent way.”
“Not going to lie to you, baby.” He nodded.
Her teeth bit down on her lower lip, and then, very slowly, the tension eased out of her. “I guess it is a Torpedo Ink problem. I’m going to just go to sleep and dream about really wonderful things, such as singing with the band tomorrow night. That sounds like such fun.”
“Even knowing Plank and his crew are coming?” Bog, he was so in love with her. He pressed kisses to her hip bones and then lower still to that freshly shaved mound with the little airstrip of tiny curls. He nuzzled them with his nose. She squirmed and he inhaled her scent, that fragrance that was all Seychelle.
“What are you doing?” There was a hint of laughter in her voice, but also that note that told him she was already growing slick with need.
“Making sure you’re relaxed and ready to sleep,” he murmured, kissing his way down to her bare lips. His shoulders were wide, keeping her thighs spread for him. And yeah, all that delicious honey and wild strawberry was right there waiting for him.
He took his time, making a thorough job of it. Savoring her. Savoring her taste. His time with her. Bringing her pleasure. There was no other thought in his mind but giving her as much pleasure, as much love, as possible, showing her with his hands and mouth just how much he worshipped her.
He wrung multiple orgasms out of her, leaving her limp and exhausted but happy, no longer capable of thinking. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she fell asleep. The soft sound of her cries of pleasure replayed in his mind, along with the sound of the waves crashing against the bluffs, allowing him to drift off with her.
“What do you mean the ladies have a birthday surprise for me?” Savage said. He looked out the clubhouse window warily. Sure enough, the parking lot had three cars in it filled with women and their absurd red-and-purple hats. “This is fucking not happening. I don’t have birthdays. I have no idea when my birthday is, so how would the ladies know?” He glared at Seychelle.
Seychelle put her hands up in the air in surrender, shrugging to show him she wasn’t involved in any way. He could tell by the look on her face that she was as shocked as he was. She wasn’t behind whatever was going on, which didn’t make him any happier. In the clubhouse there were tables set up with food, and a large cake was in the middle of one table. Paper plates and napkins were sitting there beside the cake. Some of the older women in the parking lot were carrying trays of cookies. That didn’t look too bad. He could live with that. The majority of them gathered outside, while Inez and Doris brought the trays of cookies in.
Inez beamed at him. “Happy birthday, Savage. Come outside and see your birthday present. We really had such a good time coming up with the perfect present for you.”
“But it’s not …”
Seychelle kicked him hard and then elbowed him in the ribs. Reaper grinned at him. Keys and Master sauntered right out the door. Storm lingered by the cake, but Mechanic and Ink caught him by the shoulders and marched him outside.
Destroyer jerked his chin toward the parking lot. “Mama Anat is out there, birthday boy. You’re not disappointing her.”
This was going to be bad. Savage was certain of it. Just about every old lady he’d helped at one time or another was out in the parking lot. Some of the older men were there. Most of his club was there. Cell phones were out to capture the moment when he opened his present.
“I’m hoping for a dog, Seychelle,” he whispered into her neck. “Otherwise, we’re heading out of the country. They’ve cooked up something really bad, I can feel it.” He held out his hand. She took it and he closed his fingers tightly around hers for courage. “A dog like Casimir has. We could use one of those.”
“Why do you think what they got you would be bad? They love you. They wouldn’t do anything bad to you,” Seychelle assured him.
“They won’t think it’s bad. They never think anything they do is bad, but trust me, baby, I need my reputation to stay intact.”
“I didn’t know you wanted one of those huge dogs. What are we going to do with a dog like that, Savage?” Now she glanced nervously out the window. “Do you think that’s what they got you? Did you mention you wanted one to them?”