SURVIVING SAVANNAH: GODS OF CHAOS MC (BOOK 16) by Honey Palomino (buy e reader TXT) 📕

sweat at all. Once we were back home, though, he had a fistful of knuckles just waiting to make contact with that handsome face of his.

I wandered through the city for a few hours, drinking discretely from my flask, smiling at the few people I passed by. With all the bars closed, everyone seemed to have headed home.

I was so alone it almost made me feel like a ghost myself.

I couldn’t stop thinking about poor Zelda. What it must have felt like to lose two children at once like that. Since I’d heard the story, I couldn’t even look at the fireplace in my room and I gave it a wide berth when I was in there.

Bored and drunk, I finally stumbled back to my room at three in the morning, doing my best not to make a sound as I fought the creaky stairs to my room. Once I was locked in, I peeled off my clothes and fell right into bed, without a thought of Zelda at all.

Instead, I dreamt of Diana, beautiful and sweet, waiting for me at home. I missed her like hell and couldn’t wait to get home to devour her. She was so patient with my insatiable appetite for her and always took the time to make sure I was happy.

She was the best thing that ever happened to me, and as I drifted off to sleep, I had a smile on my face and knew I’d dream of her, just like I always did when I was away from home.

Hours passed, the moon rising and falling outside my window, the weeping willows blowing softly in the night. Diana danced through my head, her green eyes sparkling, her blonde hair blowing in the breeze, her pure smile lighting up my heart as she danced around behind me, pressing her body into mine, her hand reaching down and grabbing my throbbing cock from behind.

I moaned and leaned back into her, rolling my hips back, giving her full access to my hardness. Her fingers wrapped around me, sliding up and down and pulling the pleasure from deep inside my body, until it was too much — I needed more, I needed all of her.

With my eyes shut tight, I reached over and pulled her on top of me, her warmth sliding down my shaft one extraordinary inch at a time. She moved with an increasing rhythm, her smooth center white-hot with wetness.

“Oh, baby,” I cried out. She squeezed me tightly as she pulled herself up and then slammed back down on my hips, my cock buried as deep as it could go. Over and over, she worked her body onto mine, until she whipped against me furiously, violently. I reached up, my hands sliding over her hips, her waist, her big, voluptuous tits —

My eyes flew open in surprise.

Diana’s tits were small and perky, they were in no way big or voluptuous. I blinked hard, trying to make some sense of the dark foggy vision in front of me. A flash of green eyes, a lock of red curls, and then the fog was gone, slowly dissipating in the air like a puff of pot smoke.

Fear gripped my gut as I sat up in bed.

I was naked, my cock was wet and hard, and my heart was pounding like a drum.

But I was completely alone.

I reached down, touching the moisture on my cock and bringing my hand to my nose to sniff it, my jaw dropping when I realized it was the same rosy scent of perfume I’d smelled earlier, when I’d gotten slapped on the ass.

“Goddamnit, Zelda! I’m married!” I growled, falling back on the bed.

Chapter 43

CHERRY

The darkness lifted.

My eyes blinked awake to the sound of beeping machines, and I looked around at the room I was in.

A hospital room.

Alone.

A window ledge lined with flowers and cards.

A notebook and pen on the table nearby.

The curtain, slightly open and giving me a peek of a distant moon.

I smiled, remembering my moments in the darkness with Doc. He’d reminded me of a strength I’d forgotten that I possessed. He’d reminded me who I was. Why I should fight.

There was always a purpose.

With alarming clarity, everything came back to me. I grabbed the notebook and pen and began writing, starting at the beginning and not putting the pen down until I’d reached the end.

Someone would read it.

And if I didn’t make it, for whatever reason, I’d done my part to save the girl. I could go back to the darkness with a light in my heart, knowing I’d done the right thing.

I laid back down in bed, pulling the covers back over my body and went back to look for Doc again.

I never could get enough of that man.

Chapter 44

DEREK

I pulled up to Rose’s house and was happy to see that fucking motorcycle wasn’t there. Even Rose’s car was gone, but Maggie’s SUV was in the driveway. Rose had fought me like hell when I said I wanted to get it for Maggie’s sixteenth birthday. She’d said it was too expensive. She said she might wreck it. We should get her something used and beat up for her first car.

I’m glad now I didn’t listen to Rose.

I felt bad for Maggie. She’d been miserable lately and I suspected it had a lot more to do with the divorce than it did the usual teen angst that she was going through.

Unfortunately, I was never one to bring the girl comfort. We just never clicked, never really bonded. She was Rose’s daughter and they’d been best friends most of Maggie’s life, until they just weren’t anymore. I don’t know what happened between them, but to be honest, I was never really around too much anyway. I always chalked it up to the usual mother-daughter struggles.

I walked up to the front porch, remembering the way Blade’s fist had sent me flailing down them. My ass and side still hurt from the way I’d landed on the bottom