Series: Devil's Fury MC #10
Publication date: September 24th, 2021
Synopsis:
Mariah -- I knew my dad, a Dixie Reaper, wouldn't understand why I wanted to date a cop. It's why I'd planned to elope with Ty, until it all went so very wrong. My dad caught me, tossed me into the car, and drove me hours away to the Devil's Fury. I didn't know he'd already promised me to someone else. Savage. The Devil's Fury MC Treasurer. A man who set butterflies loose in my stomach at first sight.
The man might have claimed me as his, but he runs every time we're in the same room together. I can't tell if he's just that turned off by me, or if there's another woman. Whatever it is, he either needs to let me go, or make me his -- in all ways. I just never expected the surprise left at the gates, and the way it would make my heart break, or the fact my ex would be a lunatic. I should have known life would throw me a curveball. Or two. Nothing is ever easy.
Savage -- Claiming a woman sight unseen didn't seem like such a bad thing. It wasn't like I had anyone I wanted to settle down with. The fact she's two decades younger than me might have given me pause at one point, but not anymore. Then she arrives, spitting and hissing like an angry kitten. I try to do the right thing and give her time. Except clearly that was the wrong thing to do.
I'll make her realize she's the only one I want, claim her in every way possible, but first... I need to take care of business. The dirty cop who preys on women and children will be taught a lesson he won't soon forget. Should have known the daughter of Dixie Reaper wouldn't shy away from getting her hands dirty and wouldn't need saving. Not sure how I got so lucky to call her mine, but I'm holding on tight to Mariah. She's the best thing to ever happen to me.
WARNING: Savage is part of the Devil's Fury MC and contains bad language, adult situations, dark content, and violence some may find difficult to read. But there's a guaranteed happily-ever-after, no cliffhanger, no cheating, a super cute little girl, and some adorable kittens.
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Excerpt
I leaned back against my closed door and scrubbed my hands over my face. What the fuck was I going to do? The longer I had Mariah in my house, the harder it was to keep my distance. I snorted, staring down at my cock trying to push through my zipper. Maybe harder hadn't been the best choice of words. I didn't know for sure if she'd had a birthday yet, and I wasn't about to touch her if she hadn't.
I wasn't a saint by any stretch of the imagination. Hell, I'd borrowed Colorado's shower after working on a car with him. And I'd made sure it was ice-cold, hoping it would help when I came home. Just the thought of Mariah was enough to get me hard most days. But tonight? Shit. The shirt she'd been wearing barely covered her breasts, and the shorts looked more like underwear. Didn't help I'd asked Garrick to make sure she was all right, and he'd caught her touching herself. Or he said it's what he'd thought she was doing.
I closed my eyes, picturing her bent over in those, and the way they'd ride up showing off the lower part of her ass cheeks. Groaning, I reached for my belt and started unfastening my pants. No fucking way I'd get any sleep if I didn't take the edge off. Wouldn't do much good. The second I heard her, smelled her, or thought about her, I'd be sporting wood again.
I toed off my boots and removed my clothes. I'd already had a shower, but I damn sure didn't want her to hear me and know what I was doing. I already felt like a fucking pervert. I went into the bathroom and started the water, then braced my hands on the counter and stared at my reflection.
What did Mariah think when she looked at me? Sometimes I couldn't tell. Then again, I'd done my best to avoid eye contact. I knew there were roughly two decades between us. Plenty of people would see us and assume I had my daughter with me, or if they realized she was my woman, I'd get disgusted looks. My attraction to her went beyond her looks, though. The little bit of time I'd spent around her, I'd learned she had a good sense of humor, a sharp wit, and she genuinely cared about other people.
I fucking hated the asshole cop had gotten to her, made he fall for him, then spewed a bunch of lies all over her, luring her in. She'd fallen into his trap, and I kept asking myself why. Most of those girls had been missing something in their lives. Some had absent parents or didn't have friends. I knew the Dixie Reapers loved Mariah. She had both family and friends within the club, and their protection. So what had Officer Clarke offered that she couldn't get anywhere else?
She'd mentioned how he'd been sweet to her, taking her on dates, making her feel special. Had that been it? She didn't feel special enough outside her relationship with him? If that was the case, I knew I was fucking shit up with her. But I couldn't give her the time she wanted, without getting a noticeable erection. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel like she had to sleep with me. Yeah, I'd claimed her, but I wasn't about to force her into my bed.
I pushed away from the sink, not caring too much for the man looking back at me, and I got into the shower. My dick still pointed up, even with all my thoughts about how Mariah had ended up here. I reached for the soap and poured some into my palm before gripping my shaft. Using long, slow strokes, I decided to enjoy the build-up. Maybe it would keep me soft longer once I was done.
I leaned back against the tiled wall and shut my eyes, picturing Mariah in the shower with me.
The water cascaded off her body, beading on her breasts. A sultry smile spread across her lips as she curled her fingers around my cock. I let her tease me, enjoying the heat in her eyes. My dick jerked in her hand and I growled, spinning her to face the wall. I caged her in with my body, letting my hands cup her breasts.
Her nipples beaded against my palms, and I pinched her nipples, giving them a slight pull. She gasped and pressed back against me. I loved how much she wanted me, needed my touch. I slid my hands down her sides, over her hips, then worked one between her legs. She clamped her thighs tight, not letting me in.
I bit down on her shoulder, just enough to sting, and kicked her legs apart, knowing she enjoyed this part of our game. She always pretended not to want it, when I knew the second I touched her pussy she'd be soaking wet. I spread her lips and ran my fingers over her clit before plunging two inside her.
"Yes! Savage, please... I need to come!"
I worked her pussy and rubbed my cock against her ass. The second I felt her coming, I pulled my fingers free and shoved my cock into her. She cried out, her pussy gripping me tight, as I fucked her against the shower wall. Her cream coated me as I drove into her, not stopping until she'd come twice. I felt my balls draw up and grunted as my release spurted inside her.
My hips kept thrusting until every drop of cum had been wrung from my balls. The woman completely undid me, every damn time.
I panted for breath, opening my eyes. My cum slid down the opposite wall and I groaned, wishing it hadn't been a fantasy. I had several, but that one always got me to come the hardest. I cleaned up the shower and myself. By the time I'd finished, my dick was already getting hard again. I shook my head, wondering what it would take to go soft and stay that way for a while. Never thought I'd be bitching about having a quick recovery time, especially at my age.
"Fucking hell, Mariah. What am I going to do about you?" I mumbled.
Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil's Boneyard MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.
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