Taking Her Down (Savage Brothers Second Generation 1)

“Hi,” she whispers, suddenly sounding shy. This woman is a puzzle box that I will never solve. She’s all fire and sass one moment and then the next she can appear so shy and sweet it makes me fucking dizzy.

“Like having you close,” I murmur, touching our lips together as my hand moves down to her thigh.

“I like it too,” she whispers. Her hand comes up and her fingers dive into my beard. I’ve noticed on the few times she has touched me, she always zeros in on the beard. I may never shave again because she seems fascinated by it. “What’s your name? Your real name?” she asks.

“Dylan,” I tell her, my fingers pushing up under her skirt.

“Dylan what?” she asks, her hand going to hold my wrist, keeping my hand from moving any farther.

“Dylan Allen,” I respond, using my real name for the first time in more years than I want to count.

“That’s a good name,” she says those beautiful lips of hers smiling, swollen and glossy from our earlier kiss.

I should stop pressing my luck. I should pull my hand away, since she’s holding onto it. But, I can see the hunger in her eyes. I have her in my arms and my hunger is even stronger than what I see in her. I can’t make myself stop and I won’t even try. I want Kayden. I want her and by God, I’m going to have her. I push my hand under her dress farther, even against her hold. My fingers move up her thighs, intent on only one thing… touching her the way I’ve been dreaming about since the moment I first laid eyes on her.

“Chains,” she gasps, as the pads of my fingers rest against the heated material of her panties—the heated, wet material. She wants me. The proof is right here with my touch. Fuck, I can feel her pussy pulsing through the thin material. She’s hungry for more.

Hungry for me.

“Kayden, give me your mouth,” I growl, my control barely there, my voice hoarse with hunger.

“We can’t do this,” she says.

“We can and you better believe we will. I’m going to finger fuck you, Kayden. Right here. Right now. I’m going to make you come and swallow down your sweet cries, as you call out my name. Then, when I’m done, I’ll lick my fingers clean, tasting every ounce of your sweet juices I can find.”

“Someone might see,” she says, trying to look around even now. But, she doesn’t stop my fingers from stroking against her panties.

“I’ll protect you. If they look over here, they might wonder what we’re doing, they might even suspect, but they won’t see you. I’ll protect you, hide you from any eyes but my own, Baby Girl.”

Slowly she takes her hand away, wraps it against the back of my neck and pulls my mouth even closer to hers.

There’s my answer.

Why in the fuck does it feel like I just won the biggest prize of my life?9KaydenI’ve lost my mind.

That’s the only excuse I have. I’ve lost my mind. I’m lying on the ground in the middle of a public park, Chains is lying over me and his hand is cupping me through my panties.

Who is this person?

Correction… his fingers are wrapped around the elastic of my panties and…

“What… what are you doing?” I gasp.

“I’m taking your panties off,” Chains mutters as he places kisses against my neck.

My body tenses and I want to call a stop to what he’s doing, but the second his tongue flattens, licking along my pulse point of my neck, as his teeth drag against my skin, I tilt my head giving him better access. I can’t think, I can only feel. I want more.

“Chains,” I moan, my fingers pressing into his back.

“I got you, Baby Girl. I’m going to make you feel really good,” he says and he already is. God, it feels so good that I can barely catch my breath. I lose sight of everything, lost in the hunger he’s stirring in my body. Then, I hear the sound of my panties ripping. The fog in my mind immediately clears and I become aware of other things. Like the birds chirping around us—because we’re outside. The sound of laughter, because in the distance there are people.

People.

“Stop, Chains. You have to stop,” I hiss, trying to pull away from him. That’s next to impossible, by the way, because he has me pinned down against the ground. He’s not budging and there’s no moving him. He’s built, stacked, packed and solid. He makes me feel small and I’ve never felt small in my life.

“You say stop, but you’re so fucking wet your panties are drenched, Kayden.”

He mumbles the words against my skin and the graveled texture of his voice, the feel of his weight on me, the hunger radiating off of him… It all combines to send an all over body shiver careening through my body.