Page 53 of Savage

THE DOOR TO the car slammed shut, and just like that, Lachlan and I were alone again. Only this time, he wasn’t giving me directives on how to suck his dick, not when he couldn’t sit still and stop fidgeting.My how the tables had turned.

He was trying hard to hide it, but every so often he’d ball his hands up tight before flexing them wide and shifting restlessly in his seat. Then his thumb would brush over the finger he usually had a ring on, and when he realized it wasn’t there, he would reach up to run his hand over his hair. But the second he touched the short black wig, he’d drop his arm and sigh.

Over and over again, on repeat.

Fucking drugs.

I wanted to lean over and comfort him somehow, but I was in a state of my own making right then. There was no need for the high Mick’s shit had given Lachlan, because I still had the taste of Lachlan’s cum on my tongue. Andthatfueled the raging hard-on that had made it difficult to walk out of the club.

Hell, just sitting here was pain on a whole other level. My cock ached for release, and had I not been playing the part of obedient submissive on my knees in front of a table full ofpeople, I would’ve said fuck having my dom’s permission and creamed my pants right there. With Lachlan’s incredible dick in my mouth.

Fuuuuck. No.He wasn’t my dom. I wasn’t his plaything. We’d only been acting our parts, and now the jig was up.

I kept my hands in my lap, pressing down hard against my erection as if that could shut it off.

God, he’d played his part well, though. If I didn’t know better, I’d think Lachlanwasa bossy dom who orchestrated drug hauls on the side.

And directed his sub to his knees to blow him…

“Are you okay?”There was a rough edge to Lachlan’s voice that had me jerking my head in his direction.

“AmIokay? Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

He rubbed his ringless finger absently. “I’m fine.”

Maybe so, but the situation was far from it. Something could’ve happened to him, and I didn’t even want to think about that.

“That was risky as hell, you know,” I said. “What if Mick’s shit was tainted?”

“It wasn’t.”

“But it could’ve been.”

“But it wasn’t.” He ran a finger along his lower lip as he gazed out the window. “I…apologize. For making you do what you did.”

His words hung heavy in the air between us, and it took me a second to realize what he was apologizing for.

It wasn’t often I was rendered speechless, but what did I say to a man who thought he should apologize for letting me suck his cock? That didn’t warrant an apology, not when I would’ve begged to get a taste of him all the way back at the coffee shop.

“Uh…” I cleared my throat and tried again. “You didn’tmakeme to do anything.”

“I did. It was my idea.”

“And I didn’t say the safe word.”

“No,” he mused, and finally met my eyes. “You didn’t.”

Tension sparked between us in the dark, so many things I wanted to say—ordo—but then Lachlan sniffed and wiped at his nose a couple of times.

Now wasn’t the time for any of that, not when he was high.

Fuck Mick. Fuck every single one of those assholes who’d played a part in killing Alex and countless others. I was grateful Lachlan had figured out a way for me to keep my head down and not look them in the eye, because doing so would’ve blown our cover. There was no way I’d be able to hide my rage.

He fingered the buttons of his shirt that started halfway down his chest and sighed. “I just didn’t want you to have to do that shit. Not with what it did to your friend.”

Silence stretched between us, and the longer it went on, the more my ears began to ring.

Was I understanding him correctly or had I gone crazy? Because it sure sounded like he’d given me an out so I wouldn’t have to partake in the drugs with the rest of them. Like he was protecting me in some sweet, very fucked-up plan.

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