Page 47 of Born Savage

“Sounds fucking perfect. She’ll love that,” I smile, knowing that she needs to see some stable women embracing this life.

“And the girls are gonna love her,” Kane adds.

“Alright, boys, I’m fucking beat,” I say before stomping out my butt in a small ashtray and draining the rest of my glass. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I add, standing from my seat and walking the familiar path to my bedroom.

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The room is dark, other than the small lamp glowing on my bedside table. Scarlett is facing away from me, and her small frame is curled up under the blankets, barely taking up a quarter of the bed. Her breathing is deep and steady. I’m not surprised to find her completely out; I knew she was exhausted.

I kick off my boots and slip my arms free from my cut, laying it flat on top of my dresser. Moving quietly around the bed, I step into the bathroom. I close the door behind me before flipping the light on. My body needs a quick rinse in the shower before I can climb in bed and relax beside Scarlett.

After only a few minutes under the hot water, I step back out and reach for a soft towel. I take another minute to dry myself before wrapping it around my waist and moving back into thedarkness of my bedroom. Sliding open my top drawer, I let the towel fall to the floor as I pull on a clean pair of boxer briefs.

Stepping up to my side of the bed, I reach back and flip off the bedside lamp. I pull back the blanket and climb in beside Scarlett, feeling myself being drawn close to her. My hand touches her bare thigh and I start to slide upward until my fingers graze the soft fabric covering her upper half.

Scarlett’s body offers a gentle shiver and her breathing changes, signaling me that she’s awake. I honestly didn’t mean to wake her, but I needed to touch her and get close to her. I let my hand explore further, moving up under the fabric until my palm rests against her smooth stomach.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to wake you,” I breathe out a whisper beside her ear.

“It’s okay,” her sleepy voice breaks. “I tried to stay awake, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open,” she shares before rolling to face me.

“Did you have fun catching up with the guys?” she asks and even in the dark I can see the smile growing on her lips.

“I did,” I offer a simple response.

My mind is already preoccupied with what I want to do to her body here in my bed. My hand travels around her back, lowering to cover her sweet round ass before pulling her closer to me.

“Come here,” I request and her breath hitches.

“You’re different here…happier,” Scarlett observes as her hand lifts to my chest.

“I’m happy in Vegas too,” I tell her.

“I know, but something changed the second we got off the plane. You just seem more relaxed,” she adds.

Before I can respond, her leg lifts to slide over me. I roll to my back, easily pulling her with me until she’s sitting right on top of me.

“Nice shirt,” I grin up at her, realizing she has on one of my old club t-shirts.

“Thanks. I figured you wouldn’t mind. I completely forgot to pack anything to sleep in,” she shares.

“I don’t mind, but honestly, I wouldn’t have minded finding you topless in my bed either. You know how much I love these,” I smile as my hands slide up under the shirt to gently cup her bare breasts.

“I’m well aware,” she offers a soft laugh before stripping the covering away and giving me the most amazing view of her perky tits as she continues to straddle my body.

My cock is rock hard and standing at full attention, or at least attempting to within the confines of my boxer briefs. And I know without a doubt that she can feel it pressing against her as she starts to rub against me, creating a warm friction between us.

“Damn, baby. I think you might be different here too,” I say, acknowledging her sudden freeness. That two sips of whiskey must’ve gone straight to her head.

“I’m just having a little fun,” she answers, starting to shrink away, and I can tell I’ve embarrassed her. I plant my hand on her hip, holding her in place.

“I know, darlin’, and I fuckin’ love it. Don’t go anywhere. Tell me what you want,” I prompt her, moving one hand around to meet the edge of her panties.

My fingers slip under and glide easily against her wet slit. I spread her soft folds and she releases a moan as she rocks against me and I push inside her.

“Is that what you wanted?” I ask as she rocks again and my fingers sink deeper.

“Mmm…” she hums. “That feels good, but I actually had something else in mind,” she answers as her hand moves to cup my still covered erection.

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