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Page 17 of Link’s Property (Savage Knights MC: NW Chapter #3)

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I pull up to the apartment, parking under the dark shadows of a tree, where no one can see me lurking in my car.

I have my eyes clocked right on the apartment she’s in.

The lights are still on inside so the girls must still be up.

And so I sit and wait. Watching the windows like a stalker.

I couldn’t be away from her. A text wasn’t enough.

My madness was consuming me. Now, I can ensure she’s safe.

When the lights click off, I start counting to one hundred before I intend to go and make sure the door is locked. But my phone buzzes with a text, interrupting me as I get to sixty-two. It’s from her.

Trouble: Just wanted to say goodnight.

Me: Is Izzy okay?

That poor girl has been through enough shit in her life. She didn’t need some douchebag of a doctor taking advantage of her.

Trouble: She’s better now. The anger is helping. But I’m worried about what will happen when it wears off. I really hate him for doing this to her. She’s the last person who deserves this.

No one deserves this. I hate liars and cheats. Anyone who can’t face their truth is a coward in my book.

Me: Just say the word, baby, and I’ll make him pay for what he’s done.

Trouble: I’ll keep that in mind, Mr. Dangerous, but I think for now, she’s had all that she can take for today. But remind me never to get on your bad side ;)

Me: I think that sexy ass of yours knows exactly what it feels like to be on my bad side.

Trouble: You keep talking like that and I’ll make sure I wear the shortest skirt the next time I’m working.

Fuck, I need her.

Me: Need you to come outside. Now.

Trouble: What? Are you here?

Me: Look out your window. Black pickup truck under the tree.

I see the curtain shift and then the light of her phone shines through.

When the curtain falls, I start to count.

Eight seconds and the door opens, and out she walks.

Looking so fucking good in those flannel pants and her big baggy sweatshirt.

All natural, her face pure, and her hair in a high ponytail.

She doesn’t need to be all done up to be the sexiest woman in the room.

Though, her in a leather skirt cocking her stubborn hip at me, can turn my blood hot too.

She starts to cross the parking lot and I’m jumping out of the truck, taking brisk steps to get to my girl.

I stop in front of her and scoop her up into a kiss, starving for a taste like it’s been days since I’ve seen her.

She so sweet. She tastes like chocolate chip cookies and the essence that is my girl.

Her tongue tangles with mine and she starts making those little sounds that I can’t get enough of.

I lift her up, hiking her legs around my waist, and carry her to my truck, climbing right into the back seat.

“What are you doing here?” she asks as I push her back on the bench.

“I needed to know you were safe.” And I can’t handle her being so far away.

“You could’ve called.” She smirks against my mouth, and I chase that open smile with my tongue, diving in for more. Another lick. Another taste. Breathing her into my lungs until they’ve completely expanded with my need.

“I missed seeing your stubborn ass tonight. Is that what you want to hear?”

I missed her little snide comments and the roll of her eyes.

I missed her smile, and the way she puts the men in their place when they’re giving her their cheesy pickup lines, all in good fun of course because they know I’d kill them if they tried to actually pursue my girl.

And I missed those sexy little moans she makes when I’m getting her off.

Her taste. Her body. I’m obsessed with it all.

“Need these off,” I bark, shifting back and gripping the waistband of her pants. “The sweatshirt too.”

She sits up on the seat and meets my stare as she slowly slides her top over her head. Her tits bounce free, braless and fucking incredible.

“Fuck me, baby. Your tits are so fucking perfect.” Plump and round with tight rosy nipples, reminding me of her young age as they sit high on her chest, perched toward the moon.

The light is creating a halo around them like she’s an angel.

Jesus, it’s a sin for me to touch this beauty, but fuck if I’m going to stop.

I drop my head, sucking one of her rosy nipples right between my lips, drawing it tight within my mouth.

Licking over her puckered skin as I begin to feed my obsession, nursing it to greater depths.

Those sexy little moans start slipping from her lips as her fingers cling to my hair and it’s fuel to my cock.

Each little whimper strumming the tension.

I slide to her other one, making sure every inch gets my attention.

My balls tighten with every pull. My shaft expanding to the point of pain, constricted within my jeans.

I reach between my legs and undo my jeans, pulling myself free.

Instantly, the pressure eases and I get some relief.

My cock has never been so hard. I stroke myself to unbind some of the tension, but I’m too wound up.

The cum is already sneaking from the slit as my orgasm starts to creep in.

I let go, popping off her nipple and admiring how dark it is now.

“Need these off now,” I push her back on the bench so I can get to the tight heat between her legs.

I grip her waistband and slide her flannels down her legs, forcefully spreading her thighs as soon as she’s bared to me.

I need to get a good look of my pretty girl.

Her slickened cunt is all nice and swollen.

Too young and ripe for me to be drooling over, but my mouth is watering for her sweet nectar.

The moonlight gives me a glowing view of how wet she is. Slick and ready.

I start to stroke myself again, staring at my obsession, mesmerized by her pink lips and the little bud swelling at the top.

“Lincoln,” she gasps as her legs try to close and cling to the need that’s building within her, but my body is wedged between, preventing her from getting the friction she needs.

I watch her squirm, stroking myself as she makes a mess of my leather seat.

Her eyes are trained on my dick, and the hunger is burning in their depths.

She wants a taste just as much as I do. “Please, Officer Price.”

My eyes snap up, gauging her need. Her cheeks are burning red hot. Her eyes are drooping with the weight of her desire. Her lips gasping for air, as shallow pants and moans keep falling from them.

“What do you need, baby?” I shift forward, pressing my cockhead up against her clit, smearing her with my cum.

Another moan slips from her throat as her head drops back against the seat.

I circle the swollen button, torturing us both, winding us both to that teetering point.

“Does this pussy need to be filled?” I draw my dick down between her folds, feeling her warm honey slickening my skin.

“Does my naughty girl need to get fucked, is that it?”

I press against her entrance, my intention only to tease, but I can’t stop.

Her pussy clenches around me and it draws me deeper…

and deeper. And it feels too fucking good.

The obsession takes hold and my control is snapped.

I grip her waist and thrust myself all the way in to her womb, feeling the sizzle burn up my spine.

“Lincoln!”

Her moan is a distant echo to the intensity penetrating my nerves.

My need is the only thing I can hear. I pull out and push back into her.

Again… And again. Watching her body jerk against the seat.

Watching her eyes roll back in her head.

Her tits bounce with every thrust. She clings to my shoulders and her grip digs in tighter as I fuck into her.

The tension is coiling like a spring, the pleasure almost blinding.

She’s so tight. So wet. So fucking incredible.

I feel her body closing in on her orgasm as her inner walls clench around my shaft, and it draws my orgasm near the edge.

It’s there. Right there. Hanging on by a thread, by a thrust. But I need her to come.

I reach between us, closing my fingers around her clit and I pinch.

Slamming into her hard and fast. She screams out as her body wracks with pleasure, and I get swallowed up in her heat.

The current slamming into me as the tremors rock through her.

I can feel my seed pumping into the depths of her womb, marking my territory.

She’s mine now. This pussy, her sassy mouth, those ripe tits—they’re all only for me. I tried to quit the girl, tried to do what I know is right for her, but it’s deeper than an obsession now and I can’t stop it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard,” she breathes through her heavy pants as her eyes open. “I think I made a mess of your seat though. I’m sorry.”

I shift back, slowly sliding my cock from her body and seeing how slick it is with her cum. If I could suck my own cock, I’d lick up every single drop.

“You never have to apologize for that, babe. I want you to stain everything I own.” My truck, my sheets, my pants.

I want her smeared over everything so I can smell her scent everywhere I go.

I put my cock away and then sit on the seat and pull her straight onto my lap.

Tucking her in my arms and cradling her against me.

We sit in silence as we catch our breath and it’s the most peaceful moment I’ve had in years.

This girl is wedging deeper by the moment, and I’m not sure how to handle it.

But I do know that I don’t want it to stop.

“Can I tell you something?” Her whisper parts my thoughts. Her voice is tinted with a bit of nervousness, and it has me shifting, pulling her closer.

“You can tell me anything, sweetheart. No matter what it is, I always want you to feel like you can talk to me.”

“You’re the only one I’ve ever felt safe with.

” I squeeze her even tighter as her soft admission gives my heart a good thud in my chest, making it grow heavy.

“I never felt like any of the others truly cared. I always felt like a burden in this world. But then you came along. And for the first time, I felt like I mattered.”

She has no idea how much she mattered. That moment when she asked me to be her dad was the first time I felt needed.

I was an officer working to serve and protect the youth, but there was so much anger and hostility that came with that job.

It opened my eyes to how tainted our world is.

There was a reason all those kids were turning to the streets—to drugs and crime.

It was because the people who brought them into this world had failed them.

Parents weren’t protecting their young. They didn’t give them the security they needed.

Those kids lacked discipline and guidance.

They lacked trust in the adults around them.

But when I met Shayna, there was something different in those sweet little eyes.

She wasn’t filled with hatred or animosity, she was afraid.

Afraid of the uncertainty of being placed in a foster home.

She was afraid of the rejection. And all I wanted to do was make that sweet little girl feel safe.

I wanted to protect her from all the evil in the world, but without having her in my custody, there was only so much I could do.

“You have no idea how much you mean to me, babe.” It’s deeper than obsession. Deeper than my soul wants to acknowledge. “I will always protect you.”

“I’m afraid, Link.”

Her words have the hairs on my arms standing on end.

“What are you afraid of, baby? I won’t let anyone hurt you. I promise.”

“I’m afraid you’ll hurt me.”

I stiffen under her, hating that my madness has seeped into her causing this fear. I would never hurt her, but with the way I just fucked her, maybe I already have. “Was I too rough?” I tip her chin up to see her face.

“No. Not that. I love the way you touch me. It’s this…” She places my hand over her heart. “That I’m worried about.”

Fuck. This girl brings me to my knees. I’m a goner for her. She cast her spell the moment she showed up drenched with lost eyes, and ever since that night, she’s stolen my heart.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, babe.

I vowed to protect you and that’s a promise I intend to keep.

Your heart is safe with me, understand?” She can trust that I won’t do anything to hurt her.

I’m not like that dirty doctor who did her friend wrong.

And I’m not going anywhere. This girl is mine for safe keeping.

It might take me a moment to come to terms with the ramifications of the fact, the judgement, and the disgust people might have, but I’m not letting her go.

“I love you, Lincoln.”

My entire body feels the resonance of those words as a happiness blankets over me. It feels like my heart just expanded, doubling in size.

“Shit, baby, say it again.” I twist her in my arms so she’s straddling my lap and take her sweet cheeks within my palms. “I want to hear those words again.

“I love you, Officer Price.”

My eyes close as they cast their spell and I pull her to my lips, sealing those words between us, letting them roll through my veins and sink into my soul. She’s marked me for eternity. My sweet obsession has just made me feel like I’m the most powerful man to ever walk the earth.

“Can’t put into words what I feel for you, Shay. You’ve got me so deep, baby.”

Deeper than I ever knew possible. If anyone should be afraid, it’s me. Because if this girl up and decides I’m too old for her or too onery or too savage, I’ll be a broken man.

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