The Blood Scorpions of Socorro Texas (reserved)

When his mouth found hers, Savannah relented to everything that coursed through her—all of the doubt, the indecision, the confusion that plagued her—and she allowed herself to slip into the feel of his lips on hers. Arm held behind her back he trapped her against him, her chest pressed into his. He claimed her, possessed her. She belonged to him.

She sat for a minute, watching his eyes drift over her body, drinking her in. With any other man in the past, she usually shied away, tried to cover herself, when they would stare at her. But with his eyes on her, she felt emboldened, a fire lit within her.

She leaned back down, urging his lips apart with hers, pushing her tongue against his. She grabbed Nathan's hands and brought them to her breasts, and gave a cautious roll of her hips over his. A soft moan escaped her, feeling his hardness beneath her, and she smirked as his breath against her mouth came in a rough pant.
 
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'Oh yes... she is mine now...' Nathan thought to himself as his heart picked up the pace. A thousand things raced through his mind. He owned this pussy. He controlled this pussy... no.. that wasn't right. Not pussy. Savannah. Her hips ground on him as his hands cupped each breast and rolled her nipples lightly! His eyes didn't want to open even as they kissed, fire and intensity quickly building up in him!

He was just about to take another move forward on her when ...

There was a heavy pounding on the cabin door! THUMP THUMP THUMP!!

A deep man's voice yelled, "Police!"

His instinct kicked in and he pulled her off him and tucked her between the bed and the wall, where her clothes were! He leapt to his feet, grabbing his gun and pulling the hammer back and raced to the door as the pounding on the door happened again! He peeked through the eyeglass and instantly relaxed! God he felt like he was about to collapse from relief!!! Glancing over at Sav and seeing the terror in her own eyes, he closed the hammer on the pistol and waved his other hand at her saying, "It's okay."

He opened the door and growled, "Sparkplug, you fucking mother fucker!!"

Hysterical laughter happened from just outside the office. He growled, "I couldn't fucking resist!"

"Bout got fucking shot you asshole! What is it?!" Nathan growled as Sparkplug took a peek in and saw Sav on the floor scrambling into her top. He said, "Hey there! Sorry! Just having a bit of fun."

Gears repeated, "Sav, this is Spark Plug, resident joker and asshat who likes to piss off the prez whenever possible. What the fuck do you want?"

"Oh, right. This phone started going off. Looks like hers. Thought I would bring it back. It's been ringing non-stop for the last half hour." Ink said and handed Nathan the phone. The phone began to buzz again and he looked down at the screen and it read, 'Mom' on it. He tossed it to Sav and then looked to Ink saying, "Get the fuck out of here. I will be in around midnight."

He glanced back to Sav who held the phone in her trembling hand. They both agreed she looked about to soil herself in fear. He pushed Spark Plug back out saying, "That was fucking funny though..."

"I know, should have seen your face man!!" Spark Plug said with hysterical laughter, then said, "See ya later though." He got back in the van he drove over in and took off.

Gears looked back over at Sav who held the buzzing phone and said, "Better answer... before they send out the search parties."
 
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Savannah glared over her shoulder at Sparkplug as she kept her back to the door, pulling the shirt over her head without even bothering with her bra. She could feel her face burning a bright red, all the way to her ears. "I'll show you a bit of fun," she muttered under her breath, grabbing the phone from where it was tossed onto the bed.

Her hands shook from unused adrenaline, being wound up by Gears, and nerves of dealing with her mother. She took a breath and answered. "Hi mom."

"Savannah!" a voice shrieked on the other side, causing Savannah to pull the phone from her ear with a wince. "Oh my God, Savannah, are you okay? We've been worried sick about you." She spoke off the phone, her voice muffled like her hand was over the microphone. "Where are you? Your father found your Jeep on the side of the road but you were nowhere to be found. We were about to send out a search for you."

"I'm fine mom," Savannah said slowly, avoiding the question of where she was. She glanced at the time on her phone. "I've only been gone for a few hours, were you really going to send a search out?"

"You haven't been answering your phone, I-"

"I didn't have it on me. And do you really think after this morning in the kitchen I'd want to talk to you?" Savannah started pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed, twirling a lock of hair around her finger anxiously.

"Where are you?" Her mother dodges the question.

"That doesn't matter, I'm not coming home. But I'm okay."

"I'll believe you're okay when I know where you are and who you're with. You just disappeared."

Savannah digested what her mother said. Her mother wanted confirmation that she wasn't with Nathan. "You know who I'm with," she said, looking up at him as she stopped pacing. Her mother tried to start arguing again. "Mother, I am safer with him than I am with anyone else in this entire state, including you. Call off the search and stop wasting city and county resources. You know that's been a big topic for the election," she pushed.

There was another minute of back and forth before Savannah hung up. "She is insufferable... How complicated are you wanting things to get here?" she asked with a dry laugh.
 
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Nathan listened to the conversation quietly and realized how serious Sav was about being committed to him. Her life was pretty sweet overall. Lived in a big house, related to the most powerful person in the city, driving fancy cars and had loads of money and a good job. She was basically shucking all of it to be with him. Of course, there was that lingering in the back of his head suggesting she was just lulling him for now and the real test would be when he let her out of his sight. It was possible she was just saying these things just because she was afraid of him. However the longer her talk went with her mother, the quieter that little voice got in his head.

As she hung up with her little piece of humor, he smirked at her saying, "Trust me, your life is simple. You stay with me, the life you once had will seem easy. I don't offer you an easy life at all. Men like me, we live by the sword and die by it. Most of us end up dead or in prison."

He walked over to her and plucked the phone gently from her hand and set it on the table next to his gun. He said, "Let me show you what I mean." He set her down on the corner of the bed and then he stepped back a few steps. He reached up and removed his shirt, tossing it into the pile. He then kicked off his boots, his socks, and his faded jeans. Finally, he reached to the band of his boxer briefs and dropped them too, collecting his things and tossing them in the corner for now. He stood before her completely naked.

He said, "These scars on my body, gun shot... knife wounds, another gun shot, a pair of brass knuckles, a double stab wound..." He pointed to the various scars on his body. He turned around to let her look at his back saying, "Exit wound from the first gun shot, this scar here someone decided to try and disembowel me. Nearly got it too..." With his back to her, he knew two things. One, she was much closer to the gun than him and his back was to her giving her the edge. What he didn't know though was whether or not was contemplating attacking him, or studying his nakedness. Either way, he had an erection that would NOT go away as he let her study him.
 
Savannah bit her tongue at the mention of her life being easy. Everyone always said she had an easy life. Yes, she had the nice house growing up, her family could practically buy her whatever she asked for... But then there were the social rings she was thrusted into as her father climbed up the political ladder, and her mother trying to push her into the old circles she ran in. Everyone was a snake in the grass. They didn’t fight with weapons, not usually. They fought with status and money. Savannah took on the role of being sweet sunshine. She never anticipated that wearing the mask of the sweet, complaisant daughter would be the very thing that would trap her in that world, and nearly get her killed.

Nathan was her way out. Not the way she was planning to get away from that world, but with certain things that had happened in the past couple days, her plans were changing.

She stared up at him as he pulled his clothes off, and explained the various scars she noticed the day prior at the lake. He turned his back to her, showing more. Savannah slowly stood, and slowly stroked her fingers down and up his back again. The skin was marred, too smooth in some places and raised in others. Parts of the large club tattoo that covered his back were distorted by the scars, white flesh replacing what was covered in ink. She traced the feathers of the phoenix that ran the length of his left arm as she circled him. He held completely still, she wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

He was always the fixer, taking charge and handling things. It's a role he's obviously embraced in every part of his life. But at that moment he looked at her with a strangely vulnerable expression, almost confused at the idea that she wanted to be with him too. It didn’t get past Savannah that he kept trying to protect her, kept trying to give her a way out. She spread her fingers against his chest from where she was studying several of the wounds, and slid her hands up over his shoulders to hold around his neck. She looked at him for several moments. They didn't need more words right then. Pressing her lips to his, she felt him relax against her.

He was like a puzzle, and every nuanced piece she discovered pulled her in more.
 
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Nathan did relax as she curled into him. Something was definitely different with her. Something new and intense. Something that he suspected could be very VERY good or very VERY bad. As her arms wrapped around his neck, his own arms reached down to the bottom of her top and slid up inside it, caressing the soft of her back. His thumbs hooked her shirt and pulled it up nice and slow up over her head once more. He tossed the top onto the dresser, dangerously close to the drying pool of Bradley's blood.

He felt her breasts press into his hard chest. He was not a bodybuilder kind of hard bodied man, he was more like a construction worker kind of body. The kind forged, not from weights and running on a treadmill, but with sledgehammers and heavy shoveling. A truly HARD body which was decorated with his tats and marks. Her lips reconnected to his a moment after the shirt was pulled off her and he stepped into her, grabbing her ass and lifting her up off the ground. He felt her legs instinctively coil around his torso as he walked here up to the wall of the cabin.

He pinned her squirming body between that wall and his hard form as he continued to invade her mouth and squeeze her ass firmly! He did let her legs touch the floor though but for only as long as it took for him to remove her bottoms and panties, before he squeezed her ass once more, lifting her to the wall. This time, he felt his rock hard dick slide into something incredibly hot, wet, and tight! He smiled as he watched her eyes bulge slightly!

Once she was seated on him, he took his hands off her bottom, forcing her to slide even deeper onto him, then grabbed her wrists and pushed them over her head, locking them across each other with one of his callused hands, firmly locking them in place! His other hand he used to scoop her leg into the inside of his elbow! He lips locked on her breasts and then he started thrusting into her over and over, keeping her in his complete and utter mercy!

Her breathing, her sighs, her gasps, her whispered cussing only encouraged him on harder, licking and sucking each nipple, drawing each into his mouth and rolling them in his teeth! His thrusts into her forced her freed breast to bounce up and down and it only drove him even more insane with need! He growled, "You are mine now! Mine now and always!" His cock grew harder and thicker as he drew closer towards his climax!
 
Her shirt was pulled over her head, and she had the faintest feeling of dread, hoping Stinkbug didn't come banging on the door again… She needed this, needed Nathan, needed him to make her forget. Forget her ex, forget where she came from, forget herself. Her legs wrapped around him tightly as he backed her against the wall, the rough texture scratching against her skin. Her feet touched the floor briefly, only enough for him to rip her pants and panties down her legs to be discarded to the side.

He lifted her, pressing her into the wall again, his hands on her ass controlling her descent onto his length. Fast, too fast. She didn't care. She writhed, trying to work herself closer to him as if possible. They didn't stop kissing, couldn't stop, couldn't get enough. Who needed to breathe when she had Nathan? At that moment, he was her very air. The thought should have scared her, and maybe it would when she had time to truly reflect on her decisions. Right then, all she had was need.

She would have said she wasn't one for being manhandled, carefully or otherwise. It turned out she just needed to be handled by the right man. Her wrists trapped firmly above her head in his hand, leg hooked over the elbow of his other arm, trapped against the wall as he broke the kiss and brought his mouth to her breasts. She was downright at his disposal and her body was molten as she gave him control.

"Mine now and always!"

His. Forever.

The thought twinkled in the back of her mind as pleasure rolled through her, intensely. A held breath, a feeling of being tipped over the edge, and then her orgasm crashed through her.
 
The sound of her orgasming on his cock was... perfect! She screamed out and then clamped her teeth on his shoulder to keep her scream muffled! He didn't stop thrust into her either. His pop once told him that a woman was like an old diesel engine. They can be a little slow to start but once they are running, they will keep running no matter what obstacles they face.

As he pounded into her, he smiled again as she bit down on his shoulder once more, crashing into a second orgasm only a minute or two after the first one! She had no choice at the moment, but to take what he pushed onto her and he was going to set the bar so high in her mind that no man would ever again come close to pleasing her! As she crashed into that second orgasm, he felt his own cock pull back only a moment and explode inside her! He pressed tight into her as her body took the seed he poured into her!

He looked into her hazy eyes that seemed to have a bit of a hard time focusing and said, "Now that I am warmed up..." Her eyes widened as he smiled at her, stepped back and put her on the ground a moment, then threw her onto the bed so only her shoulders and head touched the mattress. He clamped a hand onto her mouth and pressed down to keep her muffled as his other hand slid inside her once more, a pinky pressing into her ass, his pointy and middle finger inside her pussy, and his thumb on her clit.

Her eyes shifted to him and he said, "Ready?"

Not giving her time to respond in any way, his began to thrust his fingers in and out of her as fast as they could go! His hand and arm were a blur from the speed he pushed on her. He chuckled as her eyes widened and her hips thrust into the air. He felt her hand reach to his on her mouth and the other onto his hand pounding into her like a piston engine! Her hands clenched to fists as he listened to her scream out into his hand and a stream of cum blasted from her pussy! He pulled his hand out a moment and rubbed her clit with the flat of his hand which extended her squirting orgasm!

He watched her legs trembling so hard she couldn't put any weight on them at all! Her ass lowered to the floor once again and he said, "No one said you could sit down darlin... I am not finished with you yet." Clearly in the high of an orgasm, he suspected she was struggling to put together a coherent thought when he slid his fingers back into her pussy once more, lifted her back up into the air, this time dropping to a knee and resting her ass on the knee... and ferociously finger banged her again, quickly pushing for another orgasm!
 
Warmed up? What the fuck?

She didn't have time to process before he peeled their bodies apart and she was tossed to the bed. His hand was over her mouth in an instant, the other going between her legs she was barely supporting herself with. He gave her no chance to respond and simply overwhelmed her. Her hips shot upwards, hands clawed at his before clenching into tight fists.

She soaked his hand, soaked the floor. His fingers removed, he continued assaulting her clit, prolonging her orgasm. Savannah’s whole body trembled as he backed off just the slightest. She slid down the edge of the mattress, spent, her ass hitting the wet floor.

He wasn't done. His fingers were back inside her, moving his thumb over her clit once more. Her heart was pounding, racing, she was certain it was going to explode. Oh but what a way to die. Nathan ripped another orgasm from her, stars dancing behind eyes squeezed shut. Her cries came out in gasping sobs against the hand still over her mouth, and she gushed all over him, his hand, his leg, against his stomach

He slowed again but her body still shook violently, her feet fighting to find purchase on the slippery floor. She gripped his arms, nails digging into his skin. Tears slid from her eyes, the intensity of her orgasm triggering them. She gasped against his hand, her lungs burned with the need for oxygen.
 
When she had collapsed onto the ground from the last orgasm, he smiled and scooped her trembling body up into his. Every inch of her body shook as if she was having a massive seizure. He smiled as she sucked in air like it was going out of style as he laid her on the bed and then laid down next to her, pulling the comforter over both of them. He curled her into his arms as she looked to be going to a mild level of shock. He wondered if she had ever experienced anything quite like what he had just put her through.

The best part was, he still wasn't done with her. He had 8 more hours to sucking and fucking this woman and by the time he was done with her, if she was anything other than a limp sack of muscle and bones then he did it wrong. He smiled and kissed her temple as she curled in tight to him. Her body was cool and sweaty, her jaw trembled, her hair was damp, she was definitely riding out the waves. He had learned over the course of time for him that a woman's orgasm was more like an earthquake, there was the big one but usually if done right, there were pre-quakes and aftershocks which would rack the body as well... A sudden tremor in her body on his indicated to him she was having another one.

He said nothing, just ran his hand through her hair and let her use any and all his strength and support to help bring her down nice and slow. He kept on hand on her ass, keeping her folded onto him, her face laying on his chest. She still hadn't spoken yet but he could tell the aftershocks were lessening up in her. He smiled as her eyes shifted up to look at him. God he could drink those eyes up! She was his. He knew it. What is better, he knew SHE knew it too. He finally kissed her slightly trembling lips once more and said, "Are you okay baby?"
 
Savannah floated a line somewhere between consciousness and delirium. She was vaguely aware of Nathan gently picking her up and placing her in the bed, pulling the comforter over both their bodies, and tucking her against himself. Slowly she floated down from the high, felt him kiss her head and stroke her hair. Fits of shivers shook her, and she burrowed herself into his side, as if his warmth would stop them even though she wasn't cold.

She glanced up at him at one point, wondering if this was all a dream. His voice brought her back to the living side of almost-comatose. She nodded, then shook her head, quickly followed by another nod, after which she gave a slight shrug. "I don't know," she murmured against his chest. She really wasn't sure.

She turned her head to look up at him more. "Pizza?" His brows came together oh so slightly, a puzzled look crossing his face. "You asked for pizza earlier when you made your calls. I haven't eaten since the burgers yesterday, and after that…" She paused, working to find her words, the fog still drifting through her brain. "...experience, I definitely need something."
 
Gears couldn't help it... he snickered, then it grew into a chuckle, then it grew again into a laugh. Nathan had just rocked Savannah's world and the first she thinks about... is food. As he laughed, he reached for his pants, digging out his phone and made a call. He said, "Yeah, speed up that food would ya? Thanks!"

Setting the phone down, he looked back down at her saying, "They are putting the order in now. We got an entire half hour to ... occupy."

He rolled up over her, still under the covers and said, "I can think of all kinds of things we could do to stay busy." He felt her body trembling once more as he moved his lips along her neck, tilting her head to one side as he did. The biker moved his head down so he faced her breasts and cupped each in place. This tip of his cock teased her saturated folds of her pussy.

He lapped each nipple and circled each aerola with his tongue as he said, "What do you think? You up for round 2?"
 
She stared up at him as he began to chuckle and then laugh. Smile lines creased around his mouth and eyes, and she smiled in spite of the small wave of embarrassment that rolled through her. He made another call. 30 minutes.


"I don't know if I can," she said cautiously. Sav's body was already betraying those words, though. Her legs had fallen open to either side of him as he rolled over her. A tremor had run through her as his lips grazed along her neck, before he moved down to attend to her breasts. Her hips twitched when the head of his cock pressed just barely against her outer folds.

Nathan was ruining her, going to break her, and he knew it. He was a drug and she was already addicted. But did she care? Her fingers slid through his hair, nails dragging lightly along his scalp while he teased her nipples with his tongue and teeth. Her body was humming, feeling like she was already on the edge.

She sucked in a breath as he pressed forward, sliding his entire length slowly into her and until their hips fit tightly together.
 
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He felt his rod seating itself deeply inside her. He felt her body tense up on him and under him! He knew she was struggling with what he had just done to her a little bit a go but she had better learn to adjust to him if she is going to be with him. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "I have a little secret..."

He plunged deep into her, his balls resting on her inner thighs as she looked up at him and said, "Something you should probably know before we get too far into this... something that is going to effect you directly..." As he spoke, he pulled out to the head and then shoved himself back in as deep as he could go.

Her eyes narrowed towards him as he looked kind of nervous to her saying, "I... have been to the doctor about it and they said what I have was not curable... No one else knows, not even my boys at the club..." He pulled out slowly and shoved back in once again! He felt her eyes on him growing nervous and then her hands pushing up on his chest. Regardless of whatever the news was, she was going to take his dick as long as he wanted to give his dick to her.

He hesitated and said, "I am quite embarrassed by it in truth. Not really sure how to tell you to be honest, but you need to know." He rested his head on her shoulder and said, "I am really sorry... I should have said something to you before we got started."

Nathan pulled his head up slightly as he pumped nice and slow into her and he said, "Okay... I will just come out and say it... it's kind of late now anyways, because what I got you may catch..." His eyes looked away as she tried to lock eyes on him.

He finally took a long deep breath, pulled his cock to the head and slammed it back inside her once more and said, "I... have... CSB..."

When she cocked her head one direction not fully grasping, he smirked at her saying, "Compulsive Sexual Behavior. I think I am a self diagnosed nymphomaniac..." He slammed into her once more nice and hard!
 
Worry began to take hold of her as he talked in a circle, skating around whatever he was about to confess to. It wasn’t curable, and he was keeping it a secret from seemingly everyone. She pushed on his chest, but it was like trying to push a boulder up a hill. Her mind and body were at war as he continued to thrust slowly in and out of her, but couldn’t make eye contact.

The slightest sense of relief washed over her, it wasn’t a communicable disease at least. Fleeting memories from psychology classes floated through her head. He was a sex addict.

Savannah worried her bottom lip. Her body warred with her mind, the sensation of a rubber band tightening in her lower belly, her skin burning and chest heaving under his touch. “Wait, hold on.” Her mind won. She pushed against his chest again and dug her heels into the mattress in an attempt to scoot up the bed underneath him. “This isn’t the way we should be having this conversation.” This was the opposite problem to a previous relationship, where the boyfriend she had during her time at college went as far as withholding sex and even just affection in general if she didn’t follow rules set in place. She wasn’t sure it was a better one to have.
 
Gears felt her pull away from him and he smiled warmly to her and reached around the small of her back and pulled her back under him. His cock remained inside her as he leaned in and kissed her argumentative lips. He could feel the struggle inside her as she pushed against him a moment, caving the next, then pushing against him. He held her taunt to him, cock all the way inside and he kissed her harder, longer and more passionately!

When the struggle inside her ebbed, he let her mouth go and looked into her eyes and said, "I was only teasing baby. Just teasing. Trying to be playful..." His stomach pressed firmly onto hers, keeping her wedged between the cotton sheets and his body. He moved her head to one side and said, "I am sorry... I didn't mean..." He kissed her neck once more, "to confuse you..." He moved along the side of her neck again, pulling her long red hair aside exposing her milky neck. He said, "I am ..." He let his lips move down her neck along her shoulder and said, "sorry."

There... he said it. He was hooked into her. His head backed away and his eyes locked on hers. A mild shock of his own filled his mind as his mouth opened and closed slightly. He had just apologized to ... pussy. He had NEVER apologized every to any pussy. Pussy apologized to him even when they both knew he was blatantly wrong. He saw the confusion in her eyes grow a moment as he said, "Wait... wait... I... just apologized." What the fuck was WRONG with him?

And yet, he wanted her to accept his apology to her. She was helpless under him, he was fully buried inside her body hard and thick as a shaft. Even if she fought him tooth and nail, he could easily keep her captive to him if he desired that of her. She was going no where until he let her go... and yet, she held this small control over him. He wanted her to accept his apology because this was something different. This was something stronger.

He stared down at her a moment and then gently caressed her face again and said, "Please forgive me." His eyes told her all she would need to know...
 
She tried to fight him, tried to keep her mouth away from his. But he trapped her underneath him, coaxed her lips apart and dipped his tongue into her mouth, trying to convince her without words to stay. Savannah stared up at him when he finally pulled away, only when she barely relaxed underneath him. He moved to her neck and she squirmed as he moved over just the right spots, bringing a gasp from her mouth.

Then he apologized. Nathan Carson, president of the Blood Scorpions apologized. Judging by the bewildered look on his face, that wasn't something that happened often, if ever. His hand stroked her face, such a gentleness she knew no one else could ever expect from him. She searched his eyes, trying to find the lie.

Savannah was going to have to learn his sense of humor, she realized. She looked up at him for several moments, wanting to make him panic just slightly, before a small smirk came across her face. "You, sir, are an asshole."
 
Gears smiled and said, "Guilty... as charged." He slid a hand down between them and let his fingers rub that highly sensitive clit once again. Her eyes widened as she gasped to the sensations filling her! He began to thrust into her again, faster... and faster, letting his pelvis take over rubbing that clit! He growled, "But, you ... are... mine."

He felt his rod hardening inside her, thickening up inside. He had just cum a little bit ago so he knew he was going to be able to go for a while without cumming. He would have much MUCH better control over his own body this round. He felt her tensing up on him and he smiled and said, "Are you about to cum for me? I want to know..."

Her moans and her body gave him all the clues he needed as she was getting closer. He heard her whisper, "So close... so close... so close" over and over... With a grin, he stopped and slowly pulled out of her. The shock of the sudden emptiness inside her caused her to glare at him as he pulled the comforter back and pull himself to his knees. He grabbed her hips and rotated her onto her belly.

As her eyes shifted back to look at him, he grabbed her hips again and lifted her onto her hands and knees. He then growled, "Hands... now..." It was not mean, just unwavering. He commanded, she obeyed. He slid his cock back into her once again as she moved her arms behind her back. He grabbed her wrists, crossed them, then hooped them with his fingers in one hand. He leaned into her, grabbing a firm grip on her hair and said, "I am about to fuck you raw baby... Fuck... YOU... Raw..."

He pulled her onto him hard and deep! In moments, his pelvis slapped her ass, his cock buried itself over and over, his balls slapped her clit and labia! She had no where to go, no way to stop him. She was at his complete mercy. He lost track of the time though... all he knew was he had her screaming again... and again and again. He lost track of orgasms. He didn't even care if he had an orgasm at that moment. When he felt the urge to cum nearly overwhelm him, he slowed down a bit or stopped a moment. When it calmed down a little too much, he picked up the pace. He kept himself right on the edge of control of his own body and at the same time, pushed her into the depths of orgasmic oblivion for which she earned.

It wasn't until he heard the door knocking once more did he finally realize it had only been about a half hour! He gently let her go and watched her collapse limply on the bed. He pulled the sheet over her body to cover her though the sheet teased every amazing angle. He picked up a towel and as she trembled once more on the bed, nearly catatonic, he wrapped the towel around his waist, then went to the door, opened it and saw one of his prospects smirking at him with a couple of large pizzas and a case of beer. He said, "I could hear her screaming out by the van man. Thought you were keeping a low profile."

Nathan only chuckled as he said, "Get the fuck out of here and thanks..." He closed the door and set the meal on the table near the bed and sat down in the chair, pulling his own towel off as he did to show his cock still semi hard and ready and waited for her trembling body and her fuzzy mind trying to come out of the fog he had squarely planted her into... with a smirk on his face and a beer in his hand.
 
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She was so close, oh so close to tipping over the edge again. Then he pulled out, leaving her feeling empty and her body screaming for release. She was flipped over and her hips were harshly pulled up and back, putting her on her hands and knees. He asked for her hands. No. 'Demanded' wasn't the right word either… It was a command, an order, which Sav swiftly followed. Unable to support herself, her face was pressed into the mattress. His hand grabbed tightly into her hair and pulled her head back.

Cries of pleasure spilled out of her. There was no muffling the screams into the mattress, Nathan wouldn't let her, keeping her head turned to the side. He pounded orgasm after orgasm out of her. He took her pleasure as his own, as if it belonged to him. She had no control. She gave it him. She wanted him to have all of it.

Savannah laid there in a daze, trying to focus on her breathing when he left her in the bed. Another man's voice at the door said they could hear her from the van. For once, she didn't care. She turned her head and looked at Nathan through tussled hair that fell over her face. He sat there, completely unfazed that he was without clothes, can of beer in his hand.

She rolled to lay on her side and brushed her hair out of her face. "You're going to kill me," she huffed out with a laugh. He looked so pleased with himself as he took a sip from his beer. A look that would normally piss her off if it were anyone else.
 
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Nathan just chuckled, feeling like a King on his throne in this cabin they had rented. He said, "There are worse ways to go I would think..."

He stood up and walked to the bed and offered her the beer in his hand. He said, "Unless you are ready for round 3 already, pizza is here baby..."

His eyes twinkled with mischief as she reached for the pizza box and flipped it open...

20 minutes later, he tossed the crust from the last slice he ate into the box and patted his gut. He watched her as she sat on the bed, a slice in hand, wrapped in the sheets. He studied her for a while and he said, "So, umm... talking about the 600 gorilla in the room. I have a gut feeling that your family is definitely NOT going to approve of the local bad boy being with the mayor's daughter. It is only going to get worse when they learn more about us. If you are looking to change your ... current living arrangement, I have a place you to stay at if you wanted.. you know?"

It shocked him that he was asking her to move in with him... What the fuck was wrong with him?
 
Sav stared down at the slice of pizza, contemplating her options. The reality of her situation washed over her.

Moving in so immediately would not help them at all. He was right, her family was about to go on a rampage to get her back into their clutches. She would likely get stopped and questioned by the local cops, in an attempt to have her admit she was being held against her will. And she wouldn't be surprised if they were already working on arrangements to move her across the country, like shipping off a disobedient teen to boarding school.

"Maybe till I can find my own place," she said slowly. "You'll have cops at your door every hour of day and night if they know that I'm staying with you."

On top of that, her ex was lying dead in the bathroom with three gunshots in his head. Gears had a clean up crew coming in a few hours, but that only solved the issue of his body being found. After their previous run-ins, she knew Nathan would be linked to the disappearance. Just like the club was linked to about a dozen other disappearances, though nothing ever came of those investigations, the police were never able to get solid evidence against them.
 
Gears smirked as he said, "Well, there is another way..."

He stood up in all his nakedness and walked to the bed and sat down next to her. He said, "It would give you an air tight reason to move in with a bonus of infuriating your parents to the likes of which you have never seen AND you get to be used every night and most mornings and lunches like I have used you just a little bit ago..."

He turned and looked at her and was mildly pleased to see some confusion in her eyes. He then reached to his middle finger in which he wore a club ring and slid it off, then took her left hand and slid it onto her ring finger. He said, "You could take a quick trip with me to Vegas, meet up some Elvis impersonator dressed in a Star Trek uniform with a little baby yoda strapped to his back and tie the knot."

Yes, it was stupid of him to suggest it. Yes, it was crazy beyond crazy. Yes, there was a corpse in the bathroom of a man he had just murdered to protect her. Yes, he knew all these things... but the idea of her dad having a literally heart attack knowing his little baby girl was now Mrs. Prez of the Blood Scorpion Motorcycle Club made the idea almost worth it to him. He glanced to her hand and to his mildest surprised, he found her studying the ring lost in her own thoughts. He said, "There is another added bonus."

She looked at him and he said, "With this ring, I thee wed... and now you are safe from being forced to witness against me."
 
Savannah blinked at the ring on her finger, loose from being a few sizes too large. Marriage. He wanted to get married. The words weren’t making sense in her head. And the longer they sat there, the less comprehensive they became. She let go of the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in, and looked up at him wide eyed with confusion. “I’m sorry, I think I misheard you. I could have sworn you just said you want to get married?”

“Because I did.”

She studied him, looking for some sort of sign or tell that he was joking. “This isn’t funny.”

“Who’s laughing?” he asked. He still had that smirk

“You’re serious?”

“Yes.” He sounded so sure of himself, like she wouldn’t dare tell him ‘no.’

There was no reason for this to be a trap. Nathan already had her secluded on the outside of town, and there was a clean up crew on the way in just a matter of hours. Or he could have just as easily painted it as a murder-suicide. Yet, he continued choosing to protect her, even when she had pushed back and tried to give him ways out of this mess they’ve found themselves in.

If they got married, it would tie him to her father as much as it would tie her to the club and it would keep the police off his doorstep. Marriages of convenience were hardly unknown throughout history, especially when it came to politics. Everyone was always jockeying for power, often in the form of alliances, and used marriages to seal those alliances. It’s what her parents attempted to do pushing her together with Bradley. If someone harmed either of them, the town would have a riot on their hands that not even the state would be able to quell.

She shook her head just slightly, unsure they could do this. “We’d have to convince everyone that we’ve fallen madly in love...”

The change was almost instantaneous. Nathan smiled at her, his eyes warming and face lit up. “I love you, Savannah. Let’s get married.”

Goosebumps ran over her skin and her heartbeat picked up until it was almost all she could hear in her ears. Even knowing it was fake, she couldn’t help reacting. “That’ll work, I guess,” she said faintly.
 
"That'll work... I guess?" Nathan said as he reached around and pulled her onto his lap, sheet cascading down her body still. He looked into her eyes and said, "I am not sure I would want to marry a woman whose response to a marriage proposal is ... 'That'll work I guess'. Doesn't really inspire confidence if you know what I mean." He smirked as he said this hoping to bring it across he was teasing her, which of course he was.

He felt her trembling in his arms and said, "Listen, would it help you to know that this..."

Nathan looked up at her and said, "From the moment I saw you, I knew I needed you. I don't know what it is about you, but I can't take my eyes off you. When I realized it was your phone I broke instead of the stiff's back there..." He tipped his head to the bathroom, "My instinct was to correct this with. I didn't even know your name yet and I wanted to protect you and keep you happy. That instinct is getting stronger and stronger every minute I am with you. Yes, your argument might be, 'It's only been a day', and you are absolutely right about that. It has only been a day."

He shifted her slightly to face him more directly and said, "In all my days since I have walked on this planet, I have never thought twice about other people. I didn't care what anyone else thought of me save my club. No one had given a shit about me and I have given no shit to anyone other than my club. Then you came along and in a span of a single day, broke through a wall that I didn't even know was there. I am fucking terrified of you for that. I am fucking terrified because I want you to fucking break through the other walls I don't even know are there. That smile on your face that you give me, makes me feel weak kneed. I want you. I need you more than I think I have needed anything before. Go past all the other shit that we are caught up in and it is a whirlwind for sure. Just look at me.. look into my eyes and tell me you think I am l lying to you. If you feel that I am, we can come up with some other idea... but if you look into my eyes and see what I am feeling here, then give me a better answer than 'That'll work, I guess'... please."
 
She listened as the words spilled out of him. It had only been a day and he was terrified of her. Nathan wanted her, and he needed her.

Over the years of drifting through social events and parties with the upper class and elites in their area, she learned to pick up on the tells of most of the major players. It became a matter of survival and she became very good at it. She learned very quickly no one could be trusted, but she played nice and forged shallow friendships.

She couldn’t find any malice, any ill-intent behind his eyes. Her hand caressed his cheek, and she leaned her forehead against his, her eyes closed. Did he really want this? It had only been a day, maybe two depending on how the hours were counted. But he'd saved her three times, she'd met his mom, he showed her the Lover's Tree, they've had absolutely mind-blowing sex multiple times...

With a deep breath, she nodded. “Okay,” Savannah said, her voice almost hoarse like she was about to cry. She cleared her throat, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes again. She gave a soft smile. “Let’s get married.” Her heart started racing again at the words. She was going to get married.
 
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