Page 35 of Outlaws’ Runaway

“I can walk on my own,” I insist, but Savage's broad chest is pretty comfortable.

Okay, maybe I could use a nap.

He carries me to the house that Jessica went into with her men. It looks like it’s been split into multiple units, but I’m not focused enough to know who might be where. Savage opens a door on the ground floor and carries me inside.

“Seriously, my legs work.”

“I know.”

His quarters are bigger than Poe's by a good amount. A small apartment compared to a studio. There’s even a proper kitchen connected to a living room and a separate door that I can see a bed beyond. He carries me through and puts me down on it. I look up at him, meeting his eyes and feeling a little sizzle of possibility stretch between us. The tingle that tells a girl that if she just tugged a little on the line, something might happen. But I don’t know what I want, and I’m not quite sober enough to trust myself.

Why does it feel different with Savage, when Crank kissed me, too? Maybe because I’m pretty sure Crank would kiss anything with boobs and not mean a thing. I’m navigating waters that I don’t quite understand here, and I don’t want to end up in a bloody heap on the rocks.

“I think I have something going on with Poe,” I blurt out, even though Savage hasn’t asked or even made a move.

He coughs. “Good to know.”

“Jessica is with three guys.”

“Yeah, I’m aware.” He looks amused.

Of course he is. “Is that another biker tradition? Like the kiss for luck before battle?”

“Before battle? God you’re adorable when you’re drunk,” he mutters. “Do you want it to be?”

My eyes drop to the bulge in his jeans. “Maybe?”

“Jesus fuck,” he grumbles. “Sleep it off.”

“ ‘K” I kick off my shoes and unhook my bra, not bothering with anything else before putting my head on his pillow. It’s not even that late, but last night was the first time in over a week that I could actually sleep more than a couple hours at a time.

“I’ll get you some water and check on you later. You’re safe here, Paige,” he says softly.

“I know.”

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SAVAGE

No wonder Poeended up in bed with her, sleeping on the couch is fucking uncomfortable.

I open the door to the bedroom, careful not to make too much noise, but that’s the only way into the bathroom. Paige is spread out on my bed, her honey colored hair in a wild halo around her peaceful face. I saw her unhook her bra before she went to sleep, but she must have taken it all the way off at some point because it’s on the floor, and a single bare breast has worked its way out of her tank top. My cock stands up and takes notice.

Fuck.

Is that another biker tradition?

I wouldn’t mind if it was. Sharing a woman for sex is common enough, especially among the guys who are close enough to not get into macho dick swinging contests. But it’s usually nothing more than a good time. Do I want what Ghost and his boys have?

The idea is a lot more interesting now than it would’ve been before I saw it play out in our own club.

I start the water and kick off my boxers. It takes a minute for the water to get hot, then I step into the shower and close the glass door to let the water do its best to drown out my horniness.

Not that it fucking works. I went to bed hard, woke up hard, and I'm still fucking hard.

With the memory of Paige’s breasts firmly at the top of my spank bank, I take myself in hand and imagine how fucking soft she’d be. I wonder if they’re big enough to wrap around my cock so I can slide through the tight gap between them. I brace my free hand against the wall and lean into it as I close my eyes. My breathing's just getting faster when I hear the slight creak of the door.

Shit. The fan in here isn’t great so I usually leave the door open. I must’ve forgotten to pull it all the way shut.

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