Savage Savior (Savage People 3)

Holy shit. I didn’t take one thing into consideration.

I didn’t consider the fact Jade might not like lemon meringue. But what was I supposed to do? Eat it and find it myself? Fuck no. She was eating the meringue.

“Please take one bite of the meringue.” I tried nicely. She smiled at me like I was an idiot and nodded no.

“I’m sorry. Did you not listen to what I said? I don’t like lemon meringue.”

“Eat it,” I gritted out. She put her spoon down and regarded me with a scowl.

“Cole, is this some sort of a bet? Are you begging for me to punch you? Because I just might.”

“Eat. The. Meringue.” My lips barely moved, and my face was thunder. Her eyes held mine for a few seconds before she flung her arms in the air and finally, fucking finally, slid her spoon across the meringue. The spoon clanked against another metal instantly.

She gasped.

She threw the spoon aside and dug her fingers into the meringue like her life depended on it, her face quickly moving from annoyed to elated. I watched intently. It was the first and last time I’d ever do such a thing. And my heart beat so fast in my chest I felt like it was going to burst right there on the fucking table.

She fished the ring out and held it between her fingers, looking shocked and ecstatic. Her whole body smiled. Her whole face lit up. Tears tickled her lower lashes, and I knew she was going to cry soon, so I had to act fast. I got up from my chair and walked to her seat, going down on one knee.

“I can’t promise you romance. I can’t promise you suburbia. But I promise you this, Jade. If you become a Savage, I will protect you until the day I die, and even then, I’ll make sure to haunt the motherfuckers who get in your way from the afterlife. I will provide for you unconditionally. I will never look at another woman—unless it’s porn and we’re watching it together, but definitely not on the street or at a bar—and fuck, Jade, I will spend my life making you happy.”

Our eyes locked, and something ignited between us. A spark that turned into a flame. It burned every doubt I’d ever had about her saying yes. Fuck. She was going to answer. Her mouth moved. It was going to happen. I held my breath.

“Yes.” Her voice was throaty. “Yes, Cole, of course I’ll marry you. Make me your Savage, baby.”

It was our last night at Cole and Carter’s apartment. The next day, Cole and I were moving to Manhattan. It was nothing fancy. Just a studio apartment above a Chinese takeout joint that made our new apartment smell of cooking oil and vinegar. But it would be ours, and Carter wasn’t going to be there to scowl at me for leaving the Nutella jar open or leaving a tampon wrapper on the bathroom counter by accident or shit like that. Our room—Cole’s room, to be exact—was full of brown cardboards and packed suitcases. Dahl was going to come here later and help me move my shit, and the movers were going to do the rest.

“Baby.” Cole clasped my waist from behind as I shoved my makeup into my bag and zipped it. He kissed the crook of my neck. “Let’s get in the shower for one last quickie.”

“Mmm.” I sighed when I felt his fingers brushing the waistband of my underwear. His calloused pads brushed my belly through the fabric of my thin shirt. “Sounds like a plan.”

He jerked me to the floor and, while I was on all fours, guided me to the shower by nudging my ass with his foot. Not too hard, but not too soft either. Just the way I liked it. In the shower—Cole and Carter’s apartment had a huge bathroom in comparison to the rest of it, actually—he peeled my clothes off with his teeth, one by one, removing my bra and my underwear by tearing them off me. I screamed in agony and pleasure when he twisted my nipple between his fingers with one hand while he secured my bra on the shower rod, tying both my hands so I couldn’t move left or right. I loved it when he tied me up. It made me feel so helpless.

Cole grabbed my knee and locked my leg around his waist while unzipping his jeans and thrust into me at once, knowing I’d be wet for him, even before proper foreplay. That was how good he knew me. He filled me with his huge cock, and I closed my eyes and moaned his name on a whisper.

He thrust into me one, two, three times before I heard it. A little gulp. Nothing too audible, but I became hypersensitive to the low and gruf

f voice I heard. Even when it gulped. I opened my eyes and scanned the bathroom briefly, until my eyes landed on the hallway, through the opened door.

Carter.

He was standing there, his chin up, proud and defiant, staring at us without making himself known. I was still tied to the shower rod, with Cole pounding into me, his thrusts growing quicker and deeper by the second and my moans becoming louder and hornier. I licked my lips and locked eyes with Carter, who remained silent and unmoving, standing a good few feet from us with his hands tucked in his pockets. He looked almost nonchalant, but I grew to know him in our time living together, and I knew there was a storm brewing inside him.

“Do you enjoy watching us?” I croaked, my voice low, still staring at him as my fiancé took me like a beast, my leg still wrapped around him. Cole swiveled his head to see who I was talking to, and by the way his cheeks rose, I knew a smile twisted on his beautiful face. He liked being watched, too. The question was…was he going to enjoy it if they both took me at the same time?

And make no mistake. Carter was a hottie. Yes, I had the hots for him when I first saw him at Hot N’ Bothered. However…my need for him to take me was deeper than that. I couldn’t stop thinking about his insecurities. I wanted to show him he was wrong. That he was beautiful and sexy and capable, just like everyone else. More than the average man, probably. Carter didn’t blink, nor did he answer me.

“My girl asked you a question,” Cole groaned as he continued fucking me. I tightened around him, my nipples hardening and heat swirling in my lower belly. Carter offered a small smile.

“And if I do?”

Cole squeezed the flesh of my waist and growled like an animal. He felt my body. Felt me tensing before I was about to blurt out what I wanted to say. He knew me so well.

“Then you should come and have a taste,” I teased, darting my tongue out and licking my soon-to-be-husband’s salty skin, misted with a light coat of sweat. Carter chuckled, then bit his lower lip.

“I’m good.”

“I wish you were, Carter,” I said. “But you know you aren’t. Come, baby.” I jerked my chin to him because I couldn’t use my hands to lure him. They were completely tied. “Let me help you. I’ll make you feel good, and enjoy you one time before you go and rock Quinn’s world.”