Taking Her Down (Savage Brothers Second Generation 1)

“Take off the handcuff, Chains.”

“Stop talking and get to fucking,” I mutter against her shoulder, biting down against the skin and marking it.

She pulls back and looks at me, surprise on her face. A startled laugh escapes from her as she looks at me.

“Damn, Chains, your sweet talk is on point,” she jokes.

“I need you naked, and as much as I like the way you give me attitude, I have much better things in mind for that mouth of yours, Baby Girl.”

“Undo my handcuff and I’ll rock your world.”

“How about you just make my world unsteady and I leave the handcuff on?” I smirk. I know what her game is and I’m willing to play along, but I’m not giving her everything. She’s too fucking used to getting her way. That’s where I went wrong the first time. Now, she needs to learn who is in charge.

“Are you kidding me right now?” she huffs.

“I’m trying to fuck you.”

“Then nix this,” she says, shaking our joined hands.

“Maybe after you earn it.”

Her eyes dilate and I see the minute my words not only hit her, they spark her anger.

“You’re completely insane.”

“I am right now. My girl is giving me a case of blue balls.”

“You’re lucky I’m not kneeing you in the balls,” she barks. “I can’t believe you, right now. That’s it. I’m done. D.O.N.E.”

“Does that mean we’re not going to fuck?”

“We are never going to fuck,” she says shaking her head, starting to slide off my body. “In fact, if I ever see your dick come near me, I’ll grab a knife and cut it off!”

I wrap my arm around her, not allowing her to move.

“We most definitely are going to fuck, Kayden. And, for the record, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for my cock.”

“You’re dreaming.”

“I’m just telling the truth.”

“If you think that’s the truth, then you’re delusional as well as certifiable.”

“You’re going to be begging for my cock soon, Kayden.”

“I will not,” she insists stubbornly.

“I always did like a challenge,” I tell her and then I lean up and take her mouth again in a quick, hard kiss.

I don’t stop until her body softens and she finally gives in, kissing me back. I end it just as it starts getting good. When she opens those deep chocolate brown eyes of hers, I’m grinning in victory.

She mutters under her breath and I let her go this time.

I’m already planning my attack for tonight, though. In the back of my mind I’m wondering why I find this back and forth with her more exciting than anything I’ve ever had with another woman—including sex.

Kayden West is a fucking dangerous woman, but it’s too late to worry about that now.

I’m in too deep…21Kayden“What is this place?” I ask, looking around at what looks like a scene from a B-movie.

“This is where you and I are going to come to an understanding.”

I slide out of the vehicle, standing slowly. My legs are so sore from hours of riding without stopping, that my first step is like an 80-year-old woman recovering from a hip replacement.

I look at the small, wood siding cabin. It’s an A frame set back in the woods and the kind that are in those campy horror movies. Movies where a bunch of camp counselors are fucking and get beheaded…

We are still somewhere in the state of Virginia, but I have no idea where. We stopped for what supplies a while back and I didn’t ask a lot of questions—I was just glad he didn’t make me wear handcuffs in the store.

When we got back in the car, there were so many turns and backroads with twists that I couldn’t keep up. I figure that’s the way Chains wanted it, and eventually I just gave up. I do know the driveway that we turned off of was a dirt road that seemed to go on for-freaking-ever. It’s very secluded. If I wasn’t worried about my father showing up, killing Chains and going to jail, I might even like it.

Chains hasn’t said much since we left the hotel. He drove straight through the night again and I didn’t complain. We don’t seem to be driving in any way that makes since to me, but I figure he has some weird plan and as long as there’s not a trail my father can find, I’m okay with it. At least that gives me a little time to figure out how to fix this situation. So far, I’ve come up with nothing that might help, other than I need to get away from Chains and stop my father’s head hunting.

On the trip here, every now and then Chains would reach over and touch my face or my hand. When I looked at him, he would be smiling. I have no idea how to read him, or what is going through his mind. He’s unlike any man I’ve ever known and while I know I’m a virgin, I grew up around a lot of bikers and men of that lifestyle. You would think I’d be able to at least get a handle on who Chains is.