Savage Mates

Chapter 90

Chapter Ninety: Leaving the bedroom

Jason and I finished getting dressed. I knew that I looked like a hot mess. I was wearing a concert t

shirt and sweatpants that were too tight and my heels from last night.

Brushing my fingers through my hair, I tried to get it under control but it was a mess and I looked like I

had spent the night fucking and being fucked. My headache was trying to build into a migraine and I

hoped that brunch with Charity would make it better.

Hopefully, some coffee and breakfast would fix me up.

Jason finished buttoning up the black shirt that he had put on. He looked good with the slim cut of his

dark gray slacks. He was tall and lean, but they made his legs look longer. He had pulled on his boots

and brushed his hair back away from his face. The blonde strands fell softly across his forehead.

| picked my purse up off the dresser, slinging it over my shoulder as Jason moved over to the small tray

on his nightstand. He picked up his watch and put it on, not looking away from Travis.

Travis was stripping the sheets off of the bed, a frown on his handsome face as he moved about the

bed, pulling the corners out from beneath the mattress. A pair of maroon basketball shorts hung low on

his hips. The sunlight painted his skin, making it almost glow and bringing out all of the tattoos on his

body.

There was something so domestic about him right now, and it made me wonder what things would

have been like if they were human. If we had all met and taken our time to get to know each other.

Would we have had mornings like this? Would we have ended up together at all?

It was best not to think like that. From what they had told me last night, none of us really had a choice

in the matter. They had explained that much to me, but it still felt so strange to know that I was

practically married to these three men.

“I’ve got fresh sheets in the closet, but I still want those washed and ready for the next time they need

to be changed.” Jason said, unplugging his cellphone and tucking it into his pocket.

“I got it, Jason. I still think it’s bullshit that I can’t go with you guys.” Travis grumbled, balling the sheets

up and gathering them in his arms.

“You were the one who messed them up this morning,” Jason smirked, resting a hand on Travis’ shoul

der. “We’ll have to work on your stamina so you don’t disappoint our mate again.”

“I am never going to hear the end of that, am I?”

“Not anytime soon.” Ryan chuckled as he came out of the bathroom. Straightening his shirt. He moved

closer to me, his fingers brushed against mine and I felt those sparks move over my skin.

Would their touch always make me feel like this?

All tingly and alive, I hoped it would. Yes, we still had things to work out and there was so much we

needed to discuss but I felt better than I had this morning when I woke up. But they were treating me

the same as they had been last night.

Those touches and glances hadn’t ended with sleeping together or with Ryan claiming Travis.

Ryan took my hand into his. Lifting it up, he pressed a kiss against my palm. “You ready to go, baby

girl?”

“Yeah,” I sighed, “I think if we don’t leave soon, Charity will try to track me down.”

Ryan smiled at me, nodding his head, “When you two are done, I would like to see you later. We have

a

lot to talk about.”

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“I’d like that.” I said, feeling heat spread across the tops of my cheesy. It felt good to know that Ryan

understood me so well, even when I didn’t know how to say it…

It gave me hope that I would be able to do this with him and the others. He gave my fingers a squeeze

before letting them go and walking over to his shoes. Picking them up, he moved over to the chair in

the corner of the room and sat down. He pulled them on, pushing his ponytail back behind his shoulder.

His hair was pulled back away from his face into a loose ponytail and he was wearing a soft green

flannel shirt with a pair of well-worn ripped jeans. The relaxed clothing suited him more so than the

cloth ing he had worn at Savage. It made him look almost approachable.

Not that I would have thought that he could be any more handsome. But like this, he was.

Ryan glanced up at me, his green eyes’ meeting mine and the heat in my cheeks spread down my Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

neck.

“That blush, baby-” He said, shaking his head. His teeth sank into his lower lip as I felt arousal move

through me.

“Fucking gorgeous, isn’t it?” Travis growled, moving closer to me.

“It is.” Ryan said as he finished tying the laces of his Converses.

Travis stopped in front of me, the sheets held in one arm. His hand moved up to my face and he

brushed a waving, curly strand away from my face. His fingers trailed down over the side of my neck.

Mak ing Ryan moan out behind him.

I bit my lower lip, trying to fight back the feelings that he was causing me to feel. I wasn’t ready to feel

this for him right now. His hand moved to the back of my neck and he pulled me closer.

“Have fun, sweets. I will miss you. I’d tell you to behave, but I like it when you’re naughty.” He chuckled,

his thumb brushing the spot beneath my ear. His warm breath moved over my lips like he was

breathing me in. It made goosebumps rise up along my arms and my body shake.

“What will you do if I’m naughty?” | asked, blinking up at him.

“Sweets…” He growled, pulling me closer until I stumbled against his chest. I lifted my hand, bracing it

on his bare chest as his lips moved against mine. The kiss was possessive, reminding me that I was

his and he was mine. He pulled away from kissing me, resting his forehead against mine. “I’!! see you

later, Tillie.”

I nodded and he let go of me, walking around me to head out of the room.

“We should get going.” Jason said, picking up his keys. Ryan stood up, and the three of us headed out

of the room.