Taking Her Down (Savage Brothers Second Generation 1)

When he’s like this, I lose my breath. All these years and I still look at him and see such fucking beauty. Beauty hiding beneath the surface of a man that is bigger than life.

A man who is and has always been my whole world.

I lift up on my knees, wrapping my hand around his cock. It’s slick and wet with our combined juices. His cock jerks and throbs in my hand as I line him up with my entrance.

“Dragon,” I whine, whimper… hell, I’m begging.

His beautiful eyes open and he looks at me and just like that day at the gas station, my heart flips over in my chest.

“I love you, Mama,” he vows as I slide down on him.

“Forever,” I moan.

“Forever,” he says, kissing me, and swallowing my cries of pleasure as I lose myself in the magic of making love with my husband.40Chains“You and I are going for a little ride, Chains.”

That’s all he said, but that, I guess, was enough. One thing I’ve learned about Dragon is that he’s a man who doesn’t waste words. I’ve healed up mostly from my earlier beatings, and I was definitely right, Dragon had been pulling his punches lately. I’m still sore as hell, and one of my eyes is a fucking mess, but I made it to Dragon’s cage—a decked out King Ranch Blue Ford F-250—on my own and I am rather proud of that accomplishment. Kayden’s brothers followed close behind, but neither of them spoke either. I guessed they must be a lot like their father, which suited me fine.

Dragon and I have been driving for what feels like days, but what in reality has been hours. I haven’t been paying attention where we’re going, because honestly, it’s the first time I’ve been out in the sun in practically two weeks and that shit is hell on a head that’s already hurting. I could use my shades that I keep on my bike, but at this point I don’t even know where Betty is. Dragon’s twisted enough that I figure he had it melted down. It’s what I would have done in his shoes.

Finally, I can feel the truck coming to a slow stop. I guess I was half asleep because the sound of Dragon’s door opening, jars me to full attention. I jerk up slowly, squinting against the sun so that I can see around me and frown. It’s a gas station, vaguely familiar, although I guess that doesn’t matter. I suppose he needed a fill up. In the side mirror I can see three bikes pull in behind us. It appears Dragon has his posse with us.

The thought occurs to me that he let me heal up just to kill me. I really thought I possessed common sense, even thought I was pretty damn smart. Underestimating a man, especially when you’re fucking his daughter is not smart at fucking all.

“Get out,” Dragon orders when he jerks my door open.

“I do need to shake the dew off the lily,” I mutter, acting as if I have a choice. I practically have to slide out of the truck, but I manage to do it without falling completely to my knees and I’m silently congratulating myself.

“If I was you, motherfucker, I’d refrain from saying anything about your damn dick. I still think I should cut that motherfucker off,” Dragon barks, his voice low but you can still hear the anger that is thick in every word.

Definitely underestimated the man.

I start to walk, thinking we’re headed to the restroom, when without warning, Dragon kicks my legs out from under me. Now, I’d like to say I’m still healing from my beatdown, but the truth is that again I misread Dragon and wasn’t prepared. If I have any hope of coming out of this shit alive, I need to stop that shit and start paying better attention.

“Fuck,” I groan as I hit the concrete ground.

When I look up, Dragon, Dancer, and Dragon’s two boys are standing around me.

“What the fuck?” I growl, getting tired of this bullshit. If the asshole is going to kill me, he needs to do it, because I’m going to end him first at this rate, and that’s probably something Kayden will never forgive me for. And, if I live, you better believe I’m keeping Kayden. Daddy here, will just have to get used to it.

“This place look familiar dick-weed?”

I look around and I can admit that right now my brain is slow to process shit.

“It’s a damn gas station,” I snap.

“Look again, motherfucker. Maybe you need something to prod your memory? Maybe I should use those chains around your hands to attach your ass to the fucking steering wheel, like you did my daughter. What do you think?”

Shit. Okay, now I know where we’re at. We’re actually in the same exact spot I was parked at that day. Is this where Dragon means to kill me? Shit, I can even kind of respect that. I wish I could find reasons to hate him for what he’s doing but I can’t. Not really. I’ve never had kids, but I reckon if I did, I’d be a lot like this asshole. I pull on my chains, trying to figure out how I’m going to get out of this. I might be calm about all this shit, but I don’t really want to die. I just gained everything, I sure as hell don’t want to give it up without a fight.