UnCage me (Savage Beast MC Book 8) by Hayley Faiman (e book reader pc txt) 📕

scroll down to Mamba’s number. They should have been back by now, but they’re not and I’m a bit worried.

He doesn’t answer, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I clear my throat and watch Shelby wash her body. She’s hot as fuck. The door opens just when I’m thinking about joining her. I didn’t get to dip my dick in her pussy last night and I’m jonesin’ for a feel of her soft cunt.

“You get her straight?” Mamba asks as he starts to throw his shit into his small bag. I climb out of bed, having showered earlier, and pull on some clean clothes.

“Told her she comes with us, there’s no leaving. Told her she was ours until that somehow changed, but didn’t think that it would. Made it clear she was for fun, that we weren’t doing a relationship between the three of us. When and if we were ever done, she couldn’t just bounce. That there are rules. She’s ready to blow this town, ready to come with us. Ready to be ours.”

“Ours. Fuck, I don’t know why we’re doin’ this shit again, but I like having the boundaries in place this time,” Mamba grumbles.

Normally, I don’t freely touch Mamba, not because he doesn’t let me, but because alone we aren’t that touchy-feely. We save that for sex only. But this is different, this moment feels different.

Walking over to him, I reach out and wrap my hand around the back of his head, tugging it backward, forcing his neck to arch. Looking into his eyes, I watch as they darken with desire. Grinning down at him, I wish that we had more time to go a few more rounds.

“We’re doing it because we like it, we need it. Both of us, not just you and not just me. We need this. We’re going to keep doing it until we find the perfect fit to our puzzle. I think that we need one another, but we need another person too sometimes.”

“You think she’s it?” he asks.

Nodding, I look over to the bathroom and watch as she makes her way toward us, wearing only a towel. Then, the towel is gone and she’s completely naked, using my hand in his hair, I turn his head so that Mamba can watch her walk toward us.

“Yeah, I do,” I state. “She’s doe-eyed, but she knows the score. She’s down for being with us on our terms.”

It’s premature, I know that it is, but there is something about her. Saw it the second Mamba had her against the wall outside of the diner. Knew it solid when she came to this room and took everything we had to give her with nothing short of amazement in her eyes.

She bends down slightly, her lips touching Mamba’s and she whispers. “Take me, Mamba. Own me the way you need me.”

Chapter Five

MAMBA

The clubhouse is in full swing when we arrive back from Oregon. Shelby has been taking turns riding on the back of each of our bikes. We haven’t fucked since we were in Oregon, mainly because we’ve been on a fast track to get home.

Now that we’re here, I plan on taking full advantage of her in every way. I know that Gator is dying to get another taste of her, just as badly as I am.

The Old Ladies have a full spread out for us, and although I’m appreciative, I want to take her back to my room and take full advantage of the sweet little body that’s been pressed against my back on and off the past few days.

“So what happens now?” Shelby asks as we make our way toward the people.

“Now, we eat. Tonight, we’ll party, then later, we’ll play,” I offer with a grin.

She turns to me, her eyes smiling before her lips do the same. “I like the sound of that,” she rasps, her cheeks turning red.

“Why’d you want to leave that little place?” I ask.

She shrugs a shoulder, then looks over toward Gator who is making his way toward us. She shifts her gaze back to me, her eyes meeting mine, and I see the pain in them. It swirls around for a moment before she hides it away again.

“It wasn’t where I was meant to stay.”

Lifting my hand to her cheek, I use my thumb to slide along the apple, my eyes never leaving her own. “And nobody will be looking for you?”

She shakes her head. “Even if they did, they wouldn’t look for long.”

I hum, dipping my chin before I touch my mouth to hers in a brief kiss. “Then we’re going to keep you, doe.”

“Please,” she rasps.

“I hope you always feel that way.”

Before either of us can say anything else, Gator appears. Together, the three of us make our way in to the party. The women are all curious, but far too excited to meet Shelby. I watch as a few of them guide her away and start asking her a million questions. She looks back at me pleadingly and I can do nothing but shake my head a few times.

“She’s it, isn’t she?” Gator asks.

“It’s only been a few days.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, but we’ve been around her twenty-four seven for days. Think we’d find a warning sign sometime during that?”

Shrugging a shoulder, I can’t help but think of Maria. Did we see any warning signs in the beginning? I can’t trust my judgment. Not with something this important.

“I saw them,” Gator rasps. “Maybe not at first, but I saw them.”

“Then keep an eye out, because I sure as fuck didn’t.”

“I don’t see any with the little doe. I think we made the right call. She doesn’t want as much as Maria did. She wants freedom, not to be the center of our world.”

SHELBY

“My name is Della,” a woman offers with a smile.

“I’m Shelby,” I say, returning her smile.

She talks to me for a few moments, but I can’t take my eyes off of the men across from me who look like