Page 45 of Savage Devotion
“Fuck you, Liam,” he says, but there’s no heat to his words. Both clasp hands and bump shoulders in that manly thing men do instead of hugging.
After getting care instructions, Reaper leads me out the door, his large frame casting me in shadow from the late evening sun.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind getting some ice cream.”
He grunts, calling my bluff. “And then seeing how fast it melts all over your body once we get back to the store.”
I swat at his chest and slip my hand into his, twinning our fingers. A few minutes later we step into the Broken Chapter Asylum 2.0 and I breathe in the pumpkin and cinnamon scent of fresh cupcakes I picked up for tonight’s book club meeting.
His phone rings and he slips our sleeping baby into my arms. “Reaper.” We both stand in the middle of the store and I see the second he’s gotten bad news.
“What’s wrong?” I mouth.
He covers the mouthpiece. “It’s the Savages. Shit has hit the fan with Riot. The man finally found his wife.”
My brows pinch in confusion. “Good thing?”
“Depends. She’s working for the enemy now and is out for his blood.”
I leave Reaper dealing with club business and head to the shelves where I feel calmest and at peace. I take a few books, intent on arranging them on some shelves, but what I want is a moment to myself and so I can kiss my sweet baby’s head.
The last few weeks have been nothing short of a miracle. The entire parish came together to help me clean out the store. Afterthe flames were tamed and snuffed out, there was too much damage to continue with the contract. Lucky for me, the owner had a new local right across the street. Gotta love small towns.
I run my fingers over the new shelves Reaper had a hand in building for me.
I’m practically married to the man I had a one-night stand with. I can hardly believe it even as I live it. What a wild night it had been. But it didn’t prepare me for the whirlwind this man brought into my life.
And I almost missed it all. All because I was scared of what might happen because of a misconception. Not all bikers are douches. I’ve learned that pretty quickly.
I place our little baby in his portable crib and cover him before returning to my shelves.
“You’re rather quiet back here. How about I change that?”
My skirt is around my waist and my breath is stolen as Reaper comes up behind me and pins me to the back shelf I am leaning against. He lifts and my legs open for him.
When we come up for air, I ask, “And how do you plan on doing that, lover?”
“With every sin I know in the book.”
I was wrong in thinking I needed to tame this Savage or change him in any way. Nothing can wrangle the fire this hellraiser brings to my life. No. Instead of taming him, I discovered I needed to burn just as brightly, and when I’m in his arms, his breath mingling with mine, his body heat becoming one with me…I do. I burn. I sin. And I love.
“You look at me like I’m your world,” he says roughly.
“That’s because you fucking are.” The sting of the fresh tattoo on my skin, the caress of his shaft against my folds and the idea anyone can walk into the store at any time has my heart jack hammering against my chest.
“Good. Because you’re mine. It’s you or nothing. You die, I die. I am devoted to you. That’s the simple truth, Arabelle.” His words drag tears from my eyes to wet my lashes.
And that is how I end up screaming into the hand covering my mouth as the Savage Reign president strokes me into bliss in the middle of the romance aisle.
“Scream again for me. And by the way, if you’re not already pregnant with my baby again, tonight is the night it happens.” Dark, possessive, and dominant. I shiver with anticipation.
I pull his hand off my mouth. “After the book club, rightpapi?” I ask with a purr and a dip of my lashes.
His thumbs sneak around and dip under the sides of my panties. “Nothing wrong with a little foreplay, rightamor?”
The bell above the front door shatters our stolen moment. Its sharp jangle jolts me, every nerve coming alive with anticipation and dread.
“Yo, Prez, you here?”
