Dirty Bad Savage(60)
“Fuck...” I cried. “Now... yes...”
“Come,” he barked. “Come for me...”
“Fuck... please... hard...”
“Want this, yeah? Want this fucking hard?” he raised himself on his arms, gritting his teeth with the pain as he fucked me raw. “Fuck, Sophie, your fucking cunt is so fucking sweet.”
I cursed as I exploded, a flash of light behind my eyes. It was intense. So fucking intense. He grunted as he came, pulling out enough to shoot his load over my tits. He rubbed his hot seed all over me, eyes wild as he marked me as his own.
“Mine,” he growled. “Never had no one I wanted before. Want you though, Soph. Ain’t gonna let you fucking go, neither.”
I reached for his fingers, guiding them down my body, still wet with his release. “Yours,” I said, forcing his fingers inside my pussy.
His eyes widened, feral, like the savage I met. “You fucking mental?” he rasped.
I nodded. “Something like that, yeah.”
***
“Are you fucking mental?” Bex didn’t bother with niceties, and I didn’t expect her to. Her heels clacked across the street by Haygrove tube station, dark ringlets flying in the breeze. Confessing my stupidity by text probably hadn’t been the best choice.
“Callum asked the same thing,” I said. “I sure felt a bit fucking crazy last night.”
“You want to get knocked-up or something, baby? I mean, seriously, I know the hormones can really fly, but this really isn’t the way to go about it.”
“No, of course not. I don’t know what the hell came over me. It’s him, I think. He makes me crazy.”
“No shit,” she smiled. “Don’t know this side of you, darling, it’s news to me.”
“News to me, too.”
“You should watch that shit, seriously. The first Explicit baby, hey? Thought it would be Masque and Cat.”
“Christ,” I said. “Enough of the baby shit. I’m not planning on getting knocked-up anytime soon.”
She leaned down and pressed an ear to my stomach. “Hello, little Savage, meet auntie Raven.”
“Knock it off, Bex,” I laughed. “I’m serious, I lost my fucking mind, alright? That’s all, won’t happen again.”
“What you doing here, anyway? Called in with morning sickness already?”
I rolled my eyes. “I called in with a migraine. Needed some space. Haven’t called sick in about five years, I think one day is forgivable.”
“Why the summons, then? Want to talk baby names with me?” I frowned in irritation and she cackled her very best laugh. “Ok, ok! I’ll drop it. Why am I here? Jaz nearly blew her top when I asked her to cover me.”
“Sorry, but this is pretty urgent.” Her eyes widened as I took the garage keys from my bag. “Wanted to get started, Studio Jackson is in motion.”
She lunged forward and kissed my lips, her hands on my cheeks for long moments. “You’re a fucking superstar,” she said. “Knew you’d sort it.”
“Tenant passed away,” I explained. “Really sad. We should have a while with the property before it gets flagged. Better make it count.”
She smiled. “Best take a fucking look, then.”
***
Callum
“Don’t like surprises,” I said. “They make me edgy.”
I followed anyway, dragged along by Sophie on one arm and Raven on the other. Casey was having a fucking field day, bouncing from one to the other. Least they was all having fun.
“You’ll like this one,” Sophie said. “Promise.”
My stomach lurched. Happy lurched. Being around Soph was too good, too sweet. It made me nervous. Don’t hurt to lose something you never had, but losing something like her scared the shit out of me.
They dragged me all the way down by Haygrove, past the King’s Road maintenance huts and into the garage block. Place was like a ghost town.
“And?” I said. “This party ain’t really digging.”
Sophie put a key in the door to one of the units, springing the catch and lifting it open. Took me a minute to get with the plot.
“Surprise!” they squealed. “Studio Jackson is open for business.”
They had paints, whole fucking racks of them. The ones I liked too, the whole range. Must have cost a fucking fortune. They had big white sheets of canvas, like I’d seen in the art stores. They had a bench, and some brushes, and turps and mixer and a tray full of pencils.
“Shit.” I put my hands in my hair. “What’s all this?”
“For you,” Raven said. “Call it a joint effort. Soph got the garage and I arranged the materials. Christmas is here early, kid. You’re welcome.” She smiled so fucking bright, eyes all shiny.