Free Saviour: A Devil's Spawn MC Novel (Savior Book 3) by Natasha Thomas Page A

in foreplay, and didn’t care whether I enjoyed myself or not. Yeah, that wasn’t happening again.
     
    After my introduction to the world of sex by the less than talented pitifully endowed Matt, I waited almost two years to get back on the horse so to speak. My second sexual partner, David, was a far better choice for me.
     
    David and I went to college together in Boulder, him majoring in engineering, me in accounting. He was smart, funny, charming, and handsome, not traditionally but in a strange way that made him striking. David has dark blonde hair that was long enough to flop in his eyes as he worked tirelessly on his engineering diagrams, warm hazel eyes, and a body that I can only describe as long and lanky. He didn’t have any bulk to his build, but what little muscle he did have was nicely toned. His kind heart and sweet personality was what hooked me in the beginning. We were in the same maths class, starting out we just sat next to each other, it progressed on to coffee and studying and eventually dating. He was patient, kind, overly so sometimes.
     
    Our first date didn’t happen until we’d known each other almost six months, we didn’t sleep together for another three. David was a considerate lover doing everything he could think of to please me. Occasionally it felt like he was too controlled, too timid during sex. I longed for passion and fire where David gave steady, nice. I knew we wouldn’t last from the very beginning. David was too sweet. Not that I don’t like sweet, I just like strong, possessive and demanding more. There’s something about having a man take control during sex that just does it for me. Go figure, because if a man told me what to do day-to-day I’d probably kick him in the junk.
     
    Having to withdraw my enrolment because of my parents’ death signalled the end of our short relationship. David begged me to reconsider telling me distance wasn’t an issue, he’d happily travel to see me if that’s what it took. Sadly for me it was the out I was looking for though. I didn’t know how long it would take me to put things in order at home, and I honestly didn’t think our relationship was destined for much to begin with. I wouldn’t have done anything differently given the choice. Eventually we would’ve parted ways, I was glad it happened sooner rather than later for his sake.
     
    The only other man I’ve been with was a one night stand, and that wasn’t until I overheard Tank and Arrow’s conversation at Rough Shod. That night still plays on my mind from time to time. Hearing Tank say he wouldn’t touch me with a hundred foot pole if he was paid to definitely did a number on me, I won’t deny it. Not that I’d show him it had. And I’d certainly never tell him, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
     
    I had been in love with Hunter Adams for four years by then, at the thought he believed I was so repulsive that he couldn’t bear to touch me I was gutted. Something inside me died that night and to this day I haven’t been able to get it back. Sure, he grovelled, called constantly, messaged me dozens of times over the days following, but I couldn’t bring myself to let him back in so easily this time. I never intended to let it go on for five months. I wanted to let him stew for a while. Make him hurt a little, like he’d hurt me. But what started as a lesson ended in a grudge I ended up holding for a good long while.
     
    If it wasn’t for seeing him three weeks later with a woman crushed against the brick wall in the back hallway of Rough Shod, Tank’s deliciously huge cock driving in and out of her frantically I would have called a truce sooner. I don’t know if he saw me standing there, the odds were good he had, but he never said anything and I sure as hell never brought it up. I was mesmerised by the sight. Not the sight of two people fucking in front of me; no sadly I’d walked in on my mom and dad while they were alive, and brothers in the main