Thanks for all the reviews! Holiday's definitely messed me up, I've got to get my ass in gear and get some new writing done lol. Thanks for the reviews again, I love hearing people's opinions. Big thanks to my beta, and smut expert, Kupkakes. I'd have no decent smut without you. lol I do not own anything in this chapter, besides Savannah and Mel, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.
Chapter 23
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Getting out of the shower, Savannah wrapped the fluffy blue towel around herself. Christmas had been so hectic, but she hadn't expected anything less than that. There was no turkey incident, so there was a plus. She especially enjoyed the presents she'd gotten from her ma and the guys. The new sweaters she'd gotten would be a lot of help when she returned to New York.
She had just under a month left before she had to go back . New Years was only a few days away. Christmas had been fun, up until a point. Sitting at her nightstand, she grabbed her brush and started to brush her hair not even flinching when it caught on the snarls in her wet hair. Her eyes locked with the same copy of brown eyes staring back at her through the mirror, remembering.
It'd been late, almost two in the morning. The party was just starting to die down. Savannah knew she should have gone home. Nothing good ever happened after two A.M. That night just proved her theory.
Everyone was plastered, or on their way to being plastered. Savannah was sitting at the bar, looking at her phone. She'd been very tempted to drunk call Juice and take him up on that offer of phone sex. She was so wound up, and she missed him. She knew there was at least one other guy who would be happy to help her out, but she didn't want him.
No, she, for some reason, wanted the dopey faced Puerto Rican from Queens. She'd wanted him between her legs while they laid together, reminding her how good it felt to be with someone. Truly be with someone, not just be their plaything.
Looking around, she could see what her future would be. These men used the women; for their strength, for their slit between their legs. It'd be different with Juice. They could have their own apartment in New York. Run their own little garage. She'd fix the cars, him too, and he'd run the office with all the computer shit. He was a genius when it came to the computer.
This was a future she could see for herself. A future she wanted. Badly, and it almost scared her.
"It's Christmas, shorty. Why you thinking so hard?"
Her little fantasy fell to pieces at the sound of Kozik's voice. Just like that, she realized that that was all it'd ever be. A fantasy. She belonged here, with a Son. "Shouldn't you be over there enjoying the show with the others?" She asked, glancing over to the set of couches surrounding the stripper pole.
There was a blonde currently working it. Happy, Kyle, and a few of the nomads were sitting around watching her. She expected Kozik to be right there with them, hollering and making a commotion.
The blonde had been off since she got back, not himself. He was . . . sloppy. Erratic. Like he was on a high. Savannah didn't want to worry about that though. This was Kozik, he was just an odd ball. "Nah, I've got a little brunette kick going on. Maybe you can help me out with that?" Kozik asked, treading dangerously as he knocked her legs apart so he stand between them.
His hand reached up, stroking her cheek. She made the mistake of leaning into his touch. It was so familiar; the feel of those calloused fingers on her soft skin, and she was wasted along with the men. Kozik decided to be bolder in his move on her as he leaned in. He could blame it on the alcohol, he decided as his mouth hovered over hers.
His mouth passed her's at the last second, instead nuzzling her neck. Her fingers gripped his cut, a gasp escaping her lips. Feeling a vibration in her hand, she looked down to see she had a new message. 'I miss you.' was what it said. It was a text from Juice. She could see that it was sent hours ago, but for some reason she was just getting it now.
It felt like a bucket of ice water had been thrown over her. Kozik was kissing her neck, but it wasn't who she wanted. His blonde hair should be black. His pale tattooed skin should be tan and clear of ink. "Koz, stop." Savannah said, her voice just barely over a whisper. He acted like he hadn't heard her though as his hands found her waist, slipping under her shirt.
Pushing at his chest, she wanted him to stop. This wasn't what she wanted. Kozik wasn't what she wanted. She didn't want to be used again by him like before. "Stop it, Kozik." She said again, her voice a bit stronger this time.
He still ignored her though, his grip tightening on her as he pulled her closer. She knew she couldn't start a scene, the guys wouldn't react well. Especially when they were all piss drunk themselves. Feeling his teeth nip at her neck, she knew this had to stop. "I said stop, Kozik." She snapped, her knee coming up between his legs as she gave him a hard shove.
He fell back a few steps in pain from where she'd kneed him. "Shit, Sav!"
Slipping off the stool, she fixed her shirt and looked at him in disbelief. Kozik might have used her, but he'd always stopped when she told him to. This wasn't her friend. Something was wrong with him, and she didn't know what. "Koz, what's going on with you?" She asked, looking at him with worry.
She could see how his demeanor changed though. He'd put up his walls and he looked pissed now. This was her fault, she'd let him kiss her. She'd wanted it, and he knew that. She was just having a bitch moment. Well, he wasn't gonna play that game. "Call me when you're done being a stuck up bitch and want that rod taken out of your ass." He snarled before taking off.
She watched as he grabbed another brunette, not saying anything as he dragged her over to the couch and pulled her down onto his lap. He'd wanted to make her jealous, make her watch him with someone else. If she was being honest, it hadn't bothered her as much as it should have. It didn't make her jealous to see another girl sucking him off. She was just worried about him.
He hadn't talked her since that night. She'd wanted to ask Tig how he was doing, but hadn't gotten an opening.
Glancing at the clock, she wondered what Juice was doing. She hadn't called him on Christmas, figuring he'd be busy with his family. She wanted to talk to him though. He could always make her laugh, even without trying. She really needed a pick me up too.
Reaching over for her phone, she smiled instantly at the screensaver. It was a picture of them from shop. They were goofing off and making faces for the camera. Dialing his number, she couldn't wait to talk to him.
If only it was him who answered.
"Hello?" It wasn't his voice, it was a woman's. Sultry, out of breath.
Confusion crossed her face. Who else would be picking up Juice's phone? Not wanting to jump the gun, she told herself that it had to be just his sister or mother. That was all. "Um, this is Savannah. I'm a-a friend of Juan's? Is he there?" She asked, hoping she came off nice enough. The last thing she needed was one of his relatives hating her already.
Hearing the chuckle on the other side, she got a sick feeling in her stomach. A little voice was telling her something was off. "Sorry, hun, but Juicy's kind of tied up at the moment. You know how joint showers go, or maybe you don't. I'll let him know you called though. Bye." Click. The phone call was over before she could even process what had just happened.
Savannah sat there stunned. He wasn't at home in Queens, he was in New York with that bitch of his. He'd lied to her. No wonder he'd always sounded so off while he was on the phone with her. He was sneaking in a call to her in between fucks with that slut.
Here she was trying to be good, waiting until she got back to New York to be with him, and he was with someone else. That little fantasy of them suddenly blew up in her face. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She wasn't going to let some jackass make her cry.
Looking at her phone, she knew what she needed to do. Calling another number, she waited until they picked up. "Can I come over?"
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Mel couldn't help but feel satisfied as she hung up Juice's phone. Take that, little brunette rich bitch. She hadn't intended on picking up Juice's phone when it rang. She had just come in to grab the new body wash she'd gotten for Juice when it went off. Curiosity got the best of her and she just happened to look over to see Savannah's name flashing on the caller i.d.
What she hadn't counted on, was Juice coming out before she could put his phone back. He came out, steaming billowing out behind him as he wrapped the towel around his waist. "Someone call me?" He asked, a look of nervousness suddenly in his face.
She realized then he was hoping Savannah would call. He really liked her, and Mel couldn't have that. She needed to squash this now. "It was just that girl you work with. Told her you were busy in the shower with me, you'd call her back." She said, giving him a flash of a smile as she stood up.
His skin paled on sight. Savannah knew he wasn't in Queens. He hadn't been able to tell her yet that he'd come back early. Now she knew he was here, and to make it worse, that he was here with Mel. Shit, he was screwed. "I should call her back, it was probably important." He said, going to move around her to get to his phone.
Mel moved in front of him, clearly thinking that was a bad idea. She wanted his full attention on her. If he called that bitch, he'd be done with her. "Look, hun, it's a waste of time. She's not like you and me. She's not made for the city. She's a small town girl. The second you graduate, that girl is gonna be onto someone else. Just forget about her." She tried to reason with him.
Juice studied her for a minute, trying to figure out what she was doing. She'd said something to Savannah. She'd talked to her. That alone was gonna cause him problems. "Why'd you pick up my phone? You usually just let it ring." He asked, watching for any kind of sign of foul play.
Mel looked at a loss for words now. She couldn't tell him the truth, but she couldn't think of a lie either. Not one he'd believe anyway. Realization hit him then. She'd meant to answer Savannah's call and make it clear where he was. "You did it on purpose? Are you that desperate to keep me?" He shook his head when she went to answer him. He didn't want to hear the answer. "Don't answer that."
"Juice, baby, please-"
Fury ignited in his eyes. She wanted to ruin his chances with Savannah. Sure, he'd done that all on his own by being here, but he didn't have a chance to tell her. "We aren't together, Mel! Did you forget that? You and me? We fuck. I get a bed for the night and you-you don't have to be a lonely old divorced bitch for the fucking night." He snarled.
He knew it was cruel. pointing out she was lonely. He was pissed though. It was one thing for Mel to get him out of a bind when one of his one nighters doesn't get the message, but Savannah was off limits. She'd crossed a line. "Juice, we can work this out. I-I'll talk to the little tram-girl when I see her. It'll be okay, we'll be okay. Just . . . what are you doing?" She asked, desperation in her voice.
He was getting dressed in whatever he found first. He didn't care if it matched, or even if it was inside out or not. All that mattered was that he needed to be out of there before he did or said anything he'd regret later. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm gettin' the fuck out of here." He snarled.
Yanking on his jeans, he grabbed his duffle bag and headed out of the room in search of his shoes. He knew he was soaking wet from the shower, dripping, and shirtless, but he'd rather freeze outside than be in here. Mel was right on his heels though. "Juice, please. Be reasonable about this! It's snowing and cold outside, you can't leave. You have nowhere to go." She said, pointing out the obvious.
Juice paused at the door, hand on the knob. That was a low blow, just like what he'd said to her before was. Tugging on his shirt, he refused to look back at her. If he looked back, he knew he'd see her in tears and knew he'd crack. "Don't look for me. We're done, Mel." He said lowly, his voice cracking.
"You need me! You need me!"
A part of him knew this would bite him in the ass, but he knew it'd have to happen sooner or later. There was only so long this game would work and it was getting to the end. He wanted to give it a real go with Savannah. Even if she wasn't in the picture, it'd be someone else and he'd have to do this. He didn't love Mel, and he knew if he didn't by now that he never would.
"I know." He muttered under his breath before he walked through the doorway without looking back.
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Walking up to the small home, it had Tig Trager written all over it. Since he spent most of his time at the clubhouse, she wasn't surprised to see that the lawn needed to be mowed, or that the house itself needed to be repainted.
Walking up the porch, she was determined. She wasn't here to critique Tig and Kozik's house keeping. She was here to fuck, get back at Juice. If he could sleep with his whore, she could sleep with her man-whore. Kozik had been asking for it since she got home. He wanted her. He was here. This was where she needed to be.
She didn't even need to knock, Kozik had opened the door before she even got to it. He must have heard Jax's truck she'd driven. "Is Tig gone?" Savannah asked as she stepped into the foyer of the small house Kozik shared with his longtime best friend.
Missy pounded forwards, tail wagging like crazy at the newcomer as she pushed her too big body against Savannah's legs, begging for attention. Kozik snapped his fingers. "Get, Missy." He ordered, shutting the door behind Savannah. "Tig's out for a couple of hours. Said he didn't want to witness this debauchery and keep his hearing."
Savannah leaned down to scratch Missy behind the ears as she dog whined and licked the side of her hand. "Good. Take me to your room. Now."
"Yes, ma'am." Koz grinned, running a hand through the front of his spiky blonde hair. He gestured in front of him. "Ladies first."
She didn't reply. She walked across the living room and into his shockingly tidy bedroom. Being in the Marines had taught him cleanliness and it was clear he still followed that years after being discharged. Kozik kicked the door shut behind him, watching as Savannah kicked her boots off and began pulling her shirt over her head. "Turn the lights off. Hurry up."
"You're bossy tonight." He observed, undressing himself hastily. He hadn't realized Savannah would be ready to get down to business this fast. Not that he was complaining.
Kozik reached over, flipping the light off before crawling into his bed where the dark haired girl was waiting for him; completely naked. "Koz?" Savannah said quietly as he rolled on top of her, bare skin to bare skin.
"Hmm?" He murmured, sucking on the lobe of her ear already, reaching a hand down to her folds.
"Don't be gentle. I want it hard. Really hard." She whispered, running her fingers over his shoulders, feeling the muscles that were bundled along his back.
Kozik could do hard and not so gentle. Savannah gasped when, instead of sliding just one finger inside of her; three were forcing themselves in all at once. His thumb pressed against her clit while he pumped inside of her feeling and stretching. She was still tight, which wasn't a surprise. As far as he knew, he was the only one she'd been with.
Her mouth sought his out when she started to moan. He pushed his tongue inside, tasting her, remembering how she'd always had the taste of peppermint when they'd kissed. He bit down on her bottom lip sharply, knowing she'd have a mark there. He flicked the tip of the tongue over the spot, tasting the metallic of blood.
Savannah leaned upwards into him, letting herself remember how familiar this was. The long sinewy muscles of Kozik's chest were different than the hard bundles Juice had. Juice didn't have tattoos covering his skin like Kozik did either. And Juice wouldn't have dared to grab her hair the way Kozik was and give her a push as he rolled them over so that she was on top.
"C'mon." Kozik told her, pushing her hand down on his cock. He was already hard and Savannah knew what he wanting when he smacked his lips against hers again, letting the tongue ring drag across her tongue.
She slid downwards, kissing her way down his chest, lingering on the SOA tattoo at the top. She'd been stupid to think it could have worked with Juice. He'd never have those three letters anywhere on his body. But Kozik did, and it was why she was on her knees with her mouth wrapping around his length.
This was another thing that had been shared with only Kozik. She knew him. She knew his reactions and just how hard to suck him as she worked her hands around the rest she couldn't take in. Kozik was silent with just the occasional sharp breath as she worked him over sucking, licking, squeezing him until he gave her long hair a hard yank. "Get up here."
His rings dug into her skin when he grabbed her breasts, pulling hard on her nipples. He didn't speak before he sucked on each other popping them out of his mouth just to swirl that amazing piece of metal over the tips. She whimpered, slightly rocking back and forth against his hips; dying for more than what he'd given her.
Kozik didn't ask permission as he shoved her away suddenly. It was so fast Savannah had to catch herself from falling off of the edge of the bed. She toppled over, then he was pushing her over half off of his bed getting behind her. She heard the rustle and the familiar rip, then he was behind her pressing in with one hard thrust that she couldn't hide her cry from.
She'd had sex exactly three times since the last she'd been with Kozik and now . . . it was like she was a virgin again when he forced himself inside of her from this position. The same position Juice had fucked her in against the car. Except Juice had cared if he went too deep and Kozik didn't. That was clear from the way he was plunging inside of her.
It hurt so good. Did that make sense? She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to focus on Kozik himself, but what he was doing. The way he rubbed her walls and the grip of his fingers on her hips, jerking her back and forth the way he wanted her to. She was being used and she didn't care because it was sex. With Kozik. Not Juice. "Harder." She demanded, breaking her silence she'd been in since they'd climbed into bed together.
Kozik complied, diving in so roughly that she cried out, grabbing at his sheets to try and balance herself with the force of it. If he let go . . . but he wouldn't. "That hard enough?" he whispered, leaning down over her to bite on her neck.
"Harder. Make it hurt." Savannah sighed, rocking back and forth now that he'd allowed her lower half to move a bit more.
Kozik was an animal in bed. She was torn between whimpers and moans as he pounded hard with one hand on the back of her neck keeping her from sitting up. The other was pressed against her clit in a torturing way, building an agonizing pressure on the little nub until she felt herself starting to clench and shiver. "Come on, Savannah . . . I knew you wanted it." Kozik whispered, knowing the second she came that was it for him. She was like a glove compared to the croweater pussy he was used to.
Then it was hitting her when he moved his palm; running his rough index finger over her folds. She gasped as her head swam with the pleasure and the thoughts she was having simultaneously This was what it'd taken. She needed to be reminded this was what she was destined for. A Son. Not Juice.