Savage Savior (Savage People 3)

“How about it, Butterfly?”

I brought my gaze back to my fiancé. His chiseled face was a stark contrast to those soft, full lips surrounded by his perfectly groomed beard. Yeah, I think I could take one for the team and spend forever with this man.

I tried to stop a wide smile from stretching across my face by biting my lip and nodded yes. Cole tugged my lip from between my teeth with his thumb.

“Give me words, Jade.”

“Yes, you big idiot. I’d marry you tomorrow if you wanted.”

Cole’s smile lit up the whole damn club it was so bright.

“Let’s go home, woman,” he said, still gripping my backside. “I’ve got plans for this ass.”

“Such a romantic, Mr. Savage.” I laughed, slapping his chest.

“You fucking love it,” he threw back.

And I did.

One Month Later

I was officially a married man. Me. Slaughterhouse Savage. Who would’ve thought that the sassy little vixen I met at Graham’s house over four years ago would become my wife? If I wasn’t staring at Jade wearing a long, pale, pink silk—or was it satin? Hell, who the fuck cared?—wedding dress that exposed almost her entire back and displayed those perfect tits as she mingled with all of our friends, I wouldn’t have believed it myself. She looked fucking beautiful. And she was mine. Forever.

Jade turned so that I could see her profile, and I zeroed in on her stomach, willing it to be slightly more rounded. After we set the date last month, I threw out her birth control without saying a word. I don’t know what came over me. I never wanted kids. But, this woman made me want all kinds of things I’d never even considered before. Like, this wedding in the fucking Hamptons, for instance. Jade had to have hydrangeas everywhere—on the tables as centerpieces, on the arch we got married under, and even in her goddam hair. But, it made her happy, which made her put out, which made me happy. Jade told me I was crazy and that it was too soon for babies, and fuck, it probably was. I’d punch any one of my friends in the face if they moved as quickly as we did. But, I was ready for everything with her. Only her. Always her.

Jade threw her head back and laughed at something Dahlia said, and I caught myself smiling like an idiot. She bent down and picked up Leena, giving me a prime view of her cleavage, and I licked my lips at the sight. Was I imagining, or were her boobs filling out like Dahlia’s? Fuck. I needed her. I made my way over to her, vaguely aware of Graham and Sinclair running their mouths behind me, something about being pussy-whipped. And did I mention that Sinclair was the darkest asshole I’d ever met? Because he was. I didn’t want him anywhere near my wife. Anyone’s wife, to be honest.

As if she could sense my intentions, Jade’s head swiveled around, and her wide, green eyes locked on mine.

“Time to go,” I clipped out.

“What?! It’s our wedding. We can’t leave,” Jade shrieked.

“We can, and we will.” I snatched the baby out of Jade’s arms, and before I could hand her to Dahlia, she yanked on my beard and giggled.

“You think it’s funny tormenting your Uncle Cole? You and Auntie Jade seem to have that in common.”

Jade slapped my shoulder.

“Say goodbye, Butterfly.” I scooped her up, holding her like a baby. Jade squirmed and squealed for me to let her go while everyone around us laughed, not one person coming to her aid.

“Traitors!” She glared in Dahlia and Quinn’s direction, who shrugged helplessly as I carried her away.

“I hate you,” she pouted.

“You love me. That’s why you just married me. Now, I need to fuck my wife. Is that okay with you, Mrs. Savage?”

That smile of hers made an appearance again.

“I think that can be arranged, Mr. Savage.”

I didn’t put Jade down until I carried her over the threshold, much to her dismay. Ignoring the giant hot tub in our luxurious suite, I made a beeline for the bed, and threw her down in the middle of it. Before she could react, I bunched her slinky dress up to her hips.

“No panties, Butterfly?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Panty lines aren’t my style. This dress shows every little line and imperfection.”

“Bullshit. You’re perfection,” I growled, sweeping my tongue through her lower lips. She bucked toward my face instantly. “Especially this.” I tongued her again, this time sucking her little clit into my mouth.