Blaydes Betrayal (Savage Saints MC Book 2) Page 2

  I start the shower and once the steam fills the bathroom and covering the mirror, I remove my black boxers and step in. I rest my tattooed covered forearms against the marble wall and settle my head on them, letting the water beat down on me. The hot water soothes my aching muscles and tired mind. I’m tired of lying to myself. I’m tired of trying to hold it together. I’m tired of caring for a woman and not being sure of where her mind is about me. I’m just tired of it all.

  The bathroom door quietly opens and I smell Siren before I see her. She removes her clothes and steps in behind me. This is different. She’s never done something like this before. Her warm slender fingers knead my back muscles causing a shiver to run down my spine.

  “What are you doing?” My tone is harsh.

  “I’m tired Blayde. I can’t fight this anymore and I don’t know if I want to.” Siren whispers. “These last few months, I’ve pushed you away for good reason. I don’t want to do that anymore. There’s so much about me that no one knows. I’m just tired.” Siren’s voice breaks on the last part and I turn to face her. Her eyes are closed, tears running down her cheeks and bags under her eyes. Her graceful body is hunched forward like the weight of the world has been resting on her shoulders and she needs someone to help lift her up.

  I decide here and now, I will be that man. I will help take the stress of her secrets away and when she’s ready to tell me, I’ll be here. I would never leave her but right now, I want more. I want so much more. I want Kayne and Poison more. I gently cup her face with my scarred palm and she opens her green eyes, brimming with tears.

  “I’m tired too, Siren. I want you. There’s no denying that. My past isn’t all sunshine and roses and I’ve done things. Dark things. I’ve hurt others just to watch them bleed. Watch them beg for their lives thinking they stood a chance but end them with a flick of my blade. Can you handle that? Can you handle the darkness I come with? Because if you can’t, I can’t help take the weight off your shoulders.” The confession surprises me more than her.

  Siren’s full lips tilt up in a small smile and with the slight nod of her head, my lips are upon hers, seeking her warm mouth. She opens her mouth allowing me inside. I plunge my tongue inside, tasting her.

  Wanting her.

  Needing her.

  She matches me thrust for thrust making my cock stand tall, begging for attention. I tear my lips from her mouth, trailing down the column of her throat. Siren’s nails are digging into my back, pulling me closer to her. Spurring me on further. A low moan escapes her throat vibrating my tongue. Fuck. This woman drives me crazy. I splay my hands across her back pulling her flush against me and my aching dick. Wanting to be buried inside of her, losing myself in her warmth. She rubs herself against me.

  “Take me, Blayde. Have all of me.” Siren whispers into the water beating down onto us.

  A deafening bang pierces through the bathroom causing me to jump. What the fuck was that. Another loud bang has me pulling away from Siren and shutting the water off. I grab a towel, hand it to her and get another for me. I wrap it around my waist and yank open the bathroom door. Another loud bang pierces through my bedroom, coming from the other side of my door.

  I unlock the door and rip it open, coming face to face with an agitated Kayne. His nostrils are flaring and his body is shaking with fury.

  “You,” he points to me with rage flowing through his soul. “Better have a good motherfucking explanation.”

  “About what?” My heart is beating hard against my chest and I swallow hard.

  “Don’t fucking play stupid with me, Blayde. Where the fuck were you last night?” I open my door, allowing him to enter. This conversation I don’t want to have out in the open for anyone to hear. Kayne steps into my room but remains by the door. I quickly throw on a pair of boxers and jeans.

  “I went to meet someone about moving Cahal’s guns and drugs.” I confess. This is a day full of them.

  “Why? Why would you do that without bringing it to the table?” Kayne seethes.

  “Because we didn’t have time to wait. The cops won’t leave us alone and I had no choice. Cahal wants his shit and he wanted it yesterday. So I went to the one person who can move anything in this city without being suspected.”

  Kayne pushes off the wall, pacing back and forth in my room. “Tell me you didn’t put us in business with him? Tell me it’s not who I think it is.”

  “It is.”

  “God fucking damn it Blayde! That man is vicious and will take from us until there’s nothing left. You better find a way out of this mess.” Kayne stops pacing and releases a deep breath. His shoulders slump forward. “How much is it going to cost us?”

  “Twelve percent of our cut.”

  Kayne scratches the stubble on his face, deep in thought. He barks out a laugh, “How in the fuck did you get away with that? He would’ve easily tried for thirty.”

  “He did. I told him to fuck off and would take our business elsewhere. I’m sorry I didn’t come to you first, Kayne. I know you’re under a lot of pressure with everything else and with Drex still around, I wanted to lift this burden for you. For our club.” I sit on the bed and run my hands through my short dark hair. Siren must still be in the bathroom because she hasn’t come out yet.

  “Next time, you come to me first. I can’t have one of my brothers going off on his own. Not with the threats still hanging over us. Remember the rule? Two at all times? That goes for you too.” Kayne slaps me on the back.

  “Won’t happen again.” I promise.

  “Good. Because if it does, I’ll beat the shit out of you.” Kayne smirks. “Besides, I would have loved to see the look on his face when you told that fucking shit head to fuck off. I’ve been itching to get him after the shit he pulled on us when we first came here from Detroit.”

  “Oh, you’ll have your chance. I’m meeting him tonight to give him the first shipment and I want you to come with me.” I grin.

  Kayne grins back, “Fuck yeah. I’m in. No one else still.”

  “No, just the two of us.”

  “Ok. Good talk. I’m going to find Poison quick. Remember Church in twenty.” With that, Kayne leaves my room and I exhale a deep breath. That went a hell of a lot better than I thought it would. No blood was shed and Kayne kept his temper reined in. He’s a changed man. Before Poison, he would have clocked me first, then asked questions. Thank the biker Gods for that woman. She’s tamed him pretty good. Thinking about a good woman, the bathroom door opens and Siren steps out. Her green eyes lock onto mine and a drop dead gorgeous smile graces her lips. She saunters over to me still wrapped in a towel. She drops her towel and my eyes roam over every inch of her body. Taking in every curve, every dip, every muscle and tattoo she’s showing me. Siren lowers to her knees and peers up at me through her lashes.

  “Where were we?” Siren asks, licking her lips.

  Chapter 2

  Siren

  Waking up this morning without Blayde lying next to me sent my heart into overdrive. I questioned if I pushed him too far last night. When Poison and I came back from shopping with a prospect named Ding, a patch whore was all over Blayde in the living room and I lost it. I snatched that bitch by her extensions and threw her across the room. She hit the wall with a satisfying thud, got up and scurried her skanky ass into another room. I turned on Blayde and scolded him with my words. He was stunned and just stood there. Didn’t say anything back. Didn’t argue or console me. I stormed from the living room like my ass was on fire, filled with shame at my actions and went out the back door. I stayed in the garage for hours, dancing and moving to the music blaring from my phone, before I went inside. Blayde was nowhere around and I quietly tiptoed up the stairs and into his room. Wondering if I would find him fucking that patch whore or sound asleep. It was worse than that. He wasn’t in his room or anywhere in the house. He left.

  I was physically and mentally exhausted. Sweat sticking to my skin and my head fucked up from shit I learned about my real fa
mily. I stripped my clothes off and took a long hot shower, letting the heat soothe my aching muscles. Once the water turned cold, I dried and dressed in my baby blue sleeping shorts and tiny blue camisole. I crawled into Blayde’s bed and fell into a deep sleep. In the middle of the night, Blayde came back. He kept the lights down low and I pretended he didn’t wake me up. I decided at that moment, while his warm body laid next to mine, that I was done fighting what I was feeling. I will take what I want and I want Blayde. Once I heard his breathing deepen, I laid my hand across his chest and over his heart. Hoping and praying when he hears the truth about me and my scars, he will still accept me. I fell back into a deep sleep, knowing what I want and need was still there. Blayde didn’t leave me like I thought.

  When I woke and Blayde’s warmth was gone, self-doubt kicked in. I know I’m attractive and can get any man I want, but the one I truly want, who can help heal this hurt in my heart, I push away with both my words and actions. I heard the shower kick on. He didn’t leave me like I’m afraid he will once he learns the truth. I dragged my tired body and mind out of bed, waited a few minutes and entered the bathroom. The shape of his sexy body through the frosted shower door sent my body into overdrive and my heart to beat hard against my chest. Blayde’s forearms were leaning against the shower wall, the water cascading down his muscular tattooed body. Without thinking, I stripped off my tiny baby blue sleeping shorts and matching camisole, stepping into the shower behind him. I started massaging his back, his tense and thick muscles relaxing against my touch.

  Things were getting hot and heavy until a loud bang echoed through the bathroom, tearing Blayde’s body away from mine. No matter how much I want him or he wants me, the club comes first.

  I stepped out of the shower wrapping the towel Blayde handed me around my body. I can hear Kayne and Blayde talking in the next room but I can’t make out what they’re saying. Kayne is pissed. I can tell by the deep tone of his voice. They shout at each other for a few minutes then their voices quiet down. The bedroom door opens and closes and I step out of the bathroom.

  Blayde is sitting on the bed, partially dressed. His jeans are unbuttoned, opened to the sexy V that every woman dreams about running their tongue down. His blue eyes meet mine. I throw caution to the wind, step up next to him and drop my towel. I lower to my knees, peering up at Blayde through my lashes.

  “Where were we?” I ask licking my lips. Blayde’s breath catches in his throat. His eyes roam over my body causing heat to pool between my legs and an ache only he can relieve form.

  “I have Church,” Blayde grunts painfully. He squeezes his eyes shut, preparing for a tongue lashing from me.

  “Ok.” I stand up, wrap the towel back around my body and find clothes. Disappointment thrums through my body, but I get it. I really do.

  “Are you mad?” Blayde asks. He stands up from the bed and crowds the space behind me. His body heat sends a shiver down my spine.

  “Of course not, Blayde.” I grab a sexy blue lace bra, matching panties and a black tank top. I drop my towel, with my back to Blayde, trying to save some dignity. He traces his fingers over the Phoenix tattoo covering my back with gentleness. If you look close enough, you can see the scars hidden below the surface. I slip my panties on and my bra over my arms. Before I can hook it, Blayde removes my hands and fastens the clasps for me. He slides my wet dark hair to the side and trails a hot kiss down the column of my neck.

  “Fuck, I want you.” He whispers across my skin, grabbing my hips and dragging my ass against the bulge in his unbuttoned jeans. His hands venture around my waist, inching dangerously low. He runs a finger over the top of my pussy, causing a moan to escape my throat. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Is it for me?”

  “Only you,” I respond breathlessly. The tip of his finger brushes my clit and I can’t help the whimper that escapes my throat. Blayde’s hot breath fans across my neck, breathing hard.

  “I’m going to leave you with something to think about.” Blayde growls in my ear. His fingers dive down further, forcing me to spread my legs. His other hand cups my aching breast, squeezing and pinching my nipple through the soft fabric, driving me insane with lust. Blayde’s lips leave hot trails along my skin while his fingers work my clit, diving further until he’s at my opening. He plunges two fingers inside and a low moan escapes my throat, my pussy squeezing his fingers pushing in and out at a rapid pace.

  “Come for me, Siren.” Blayde nips my neck and soothes the sting with his tongue. His fingers work a fast pace inside of me drawing out an inevitable orgasm. My back arches and my heart slams against my chest. My breathing is ragged as my pussy clamps down onto Blayde’s fingers. My body sings as an orgasm rips through me causing me to moan in ecstasy. “That’s it Butterfly, let go.”

  Panting hard, I ride his fingers with no remorse, digging my nails into his thick arms. I’ll think about that later. Once my hips stop moving, Blayde slows his pace, kissing my neck gently. He removes his fingers and licks them clean, smirking at me at the same time. “You taste divine. But I’ve got to get to Church.” He leans down and presses a chaste kiss to my lips. Blayde grabs a black t-shirt, his cut and walks out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.

  I stumble to the bed we’ve shared for the past six months on unsteady legs. Shit, what have I done? I can’t wrap my head around it. We weren’t supposed to get this close. I’m not supposed to get this close. I’ve fucked everything up. Now I don’t know what to do. This wasn’t part of the plan, but I want him. My head, heart and body are finally in sync with each other. I want that man with everything I have. I just hope he can forgive me.

  Chapter 3

  Blayde

  Siren’s sweet taste is still on my tongue when I walk into the living room, tossing my t-shirt over my head and putting my cut on. Remembering how she came apart in my hands, rode my fingers with no remorse, letting go of everything she’s been holding back, brings a genuine smile to my face.

  “You’re a brooding asshole. Get the fuck out before I smack you over the head with this pan.” Holly’s soft voice penetrates the quiet house.

  “I just want to talk to you.” Stryker’s voice is low and painful.

  “Talk? Now you want to talk? Get the fuck out Stryker. I’m done.” Something shatters from within the kitchen and Stryker growls. My feet are moving quickly across the room. I will kill him if he laid a hand on her. Holly is the softness to this club and Stryker is fucking up big time with her. I thought they’d work it out after he was shot by Drex, but by the sound of it, they didn’t. A door slams.

  “Fucking great. Just fucking great.” Stryker’s standing by the sink with his back to me, looking out the window into the backyard. He hangs his head and slams his fists on the counter.

  “What the fuck bro?” I ask stepping further into the room. Stryker ignores me. I look around the room and don’t see blood anywhere. “Stryker, what the fuck happened?”

  He barks out a vicious laugh and turns to face me. His eyes betray the hurt thrumming through his body. “This time? I have no fucking idea. I came in here to talk to her and she flips the fuck out on me. Honestly, she’s acting like a crazy bitch.” Rage plunges into the pit of my stomach. Before I realize what I’m doing, my fist flies, landing a solid punch to Stryker’s jaw. His head snaps back and he laughs. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger too, huh? You fucking her like I want to?” I bring my fist back to hit him again but before I can let it fly, someone shoves me back.

  “Walk. Now.” Kayne growls. He releases my cut and shoves me out of the room. Motherfucking asshole will get a good taste of my fist again. No one and I mean no one speaks about Holly that way.

  “Stryker, get yourself together. You ever come after another club member saying shit like that, I will end you.” Kayne barks. “Go clean yourself up. We have Church.” Footsteps stomp off in the distance and I come back into the kitchen.

  “What the fuck was that?” Kayne asks.

  “I have no idea.
Holly threatened him with a frying pan, something shattered and a door slammed. I asked the asshole and all he did was laugh in my face and call Holly a crazy bitch. I lost it and hit him.” I flex my aching hand.

  Poison comes into the room and stops dead in her tracks, her green eyes bouncing from me to Kayne and back again. “What’s going on?”

  “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” Kayne crooks a finger toward her and she goes to him willingly, a smile lighting up her face. He plants a kiss on her forehead. “Will you try to find Holly? I think she’s outside.”

  “Stryker again.” It’s not a question but a known fact.

  “Yeah. See if you can find out what happened and I’ll fill you in on Church later.”

  “Ok.” Poison gets on her tiptoes and kisses Kayne with such passion, I feel like I’m watching the beginning of a porno shoot. She breaks the kiss and walks out the door.

  “Damn, I feel like I need a cold shower after witnessing that.” I bust on Kayne.

  “She’s something else. That’s for sure.” Kayne responds looking out the back door Poison went through. I step next to him and watch as she looks left and then right. Something must have caught her attention in the garage because that’s where she goes with her head down against the cold wind tossing her hair to the side. She opens the door and disappears out of sight. “Come on, we have Church.”

  Kayne and I walk into Church and take our respective seats. My hand is aching and I flex my fingers, shaking it.

  “Hurts like a motherfucker but feels good when someone deserves it.” Kayne says cocking an eyebrow.