Uninhibited : Savage Wilde

  Uninhibited

  Savage Wilde

  Liberty Parker

  Contents

  Character Bible

  Note to Readers:

  Acknowledgments

  Blurb

  Prologue

  1. Rayne

  2. Jacey

  3. Jacey

  4. Rayne

  5. Jacey

  6. Jacey

  7. Rayne

  8. Rayne

  9. Rayne

  10. Rayne

  11. Jacey

  12. Rayne

  13. Rayne

  14. Rayne

  15. Jacey

  16. Jacey

  17. Jacey

  18. Rayne

  19. Jacey

  20. Jacey

  21. Rayne

  22. Rayne

  23. Rayne

  24. Jacey

  25. Rayne

  26. Rayne

  27. Rayne

  28. Rayne

  29. Jacey

  Epilogue

  Up next in the Savage Wilde World

  Sneak Peek

  Stalk Liberty here:

  Liberty’s solo books:

  Co-written series:

  Character Bible

  Rayne Wilde

  (Drummer for Wilde Savage)

  Jacey Montgomery

  (Rayne Wilde’s woman)

  Sibley Wilde

  (Vocals for Wilde Savage)

  Justine Wilde

  (Keyboardist for Wilde Savage)

  Billie Wilde

  (Guitarist for Wilde Savage)

  Parents:

  Nicole Wilde

  Keith Wilde

  Mona Montgomery

  David Montgomery

  Background Characters:

  Jameson

  (Manager)

  Sebastian

  (Discovered band)

  Dash Carmichael

  (Designer/Friend)

  Note to Readers:

  This was originally part of an anthology (Rocked to the Core) that was fifteen-thousand words long. I have gone in and expanded it to the best of my abilities. You’ll notice that there are some time jumps here and there, that’s because in the original piece I had to meet a word count and couldn’t go beyond that. I’ve added in between these times and have made the story more in-depth than it originally was, but I wanted to keep as much of the original story that was there. You will notice a slight change to things as you read, but this was necessary to make it a full-length novel.

  This will be turned into a four-book mini-series. I hope you all fall in love with the Wilde siblings… they will all get their own HEA.

  Copyright

  Uninhibited

  Savage Wilde

  Copyright © Liberty Parker 2020

  Originally part of Rocked to the Core Anthology

  Photographer: Golden Czermak @Furiousfotog

  Model: Cole Goforth

  Editors: Darlene Tallman & Mary Sittu-Kern

  Proofreading by: Mary Sittu-Kern

  Format by: Liberty Parker

  This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person or use proper retail channels to lend a copy. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return it and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. To obtain permission to excerpt portions of the text, please contact:

  authorlibertyparker@yahoo.com

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. All of the characters in this book are fiction and figments of the authors’ imaginations. No part of this story is based on any true events or anyone’s life. If any names are used by any real, or true person, it is coincidental and in no way based on them or any real-life human being, living or not.

  Dedication

  To all the music lovers.

  To all those who jam out on a daily basis.

  To those who love their alpha men and strong women.

  This piece was written with all of you in mind.

  Acknowledgments

  I want to acknowledge everyone who’s ever stood behind me. My PA’s, my friend and editor, my family, my friends and my readers.

  I love you all,

  Liberty

  Blurb

  Rayne

  Being in a band and creating music with my sisters has been a dream come true. Our small-town roots have been replaced with bright lights, big cities, and more attention than we know how to handle. There’s just one thing missing—her. But I’m the one who ultimately pushed her away. Now, I struggle on a daily basis to remember who I am, and who it is I want to be. I need her back. I’m prepared to fight for her, use whatever I have to in order to get her back.

  Jacey

  I had to leave him for good to ensure my own sanity. I couldn’t take the groupies throwing themselves at Rayne, and his publicist saying that he had to pretend to be single. I trust him; it’s those grasping, greedy women that I mistrust. Deciding that I can’t go home to the place we all grew up because the ghosts are around every corner, I make a new life for myself in another small town, abandoning all that I love and hold dear. I never expected to see him again.

  When Rayne forces the issue and shows up in Jacey’s new hometown, will it rekindle what they once had or are the sparks completely dead? Can he handle what she hasn’t told him and will he forgive her? Or is their love truly over?

  Prologue

  Rayne

  Three years ago . . .

  Sitting behind my drums, house packed with a sold-out stadium, my eyes stay glued to the woman behind the microphone. As always, fascination takes hold of me as my baby sister has all eyes drawn to her while she belts out the lyrics to our newest release.

  Uninhibited.

  It went number one on the charts the day it was released. I wrote those lyrics based on the way I feel my relationship with Jacey is. We’ve known each other since we were in diapers. We were inseparable then, and even more so now. She’s managed our band since the day my sisters and I decided to give rock and roll a shot. I’m the only boy of the Wilde siblings.

  Sibley holds her head up high, microphone angled above her mouth, as she lets the last chord drag on. Her voice is that of an angel. Even as the youngest, she sang herself and all of us to sleep each and every night. As soon as she learned to talk, it came out more of a musical melody than the typical blubbering of a toddler.

  When Sibley came home, she was a lifelike doll in my other sisters’ eyes, but she was the star in my sky. I had an instant connection to her. I loved her the second she held my finger in her tiny hand. Not that Billie and Justine mean any less, but Sibley was new, exciting, unknown . . . and I needed that in my life then.

  I was a depressed four-year-old child. My nana and papa died that year in a head-on collision with an eighteen-wheeler. My world crumbled around me. They had been my everything, my companions, my best friends, and I would beg and plead to stay with them as much as my parents would allow. Papa would stay outside for hours at a time, playing ball with me. Then, as soon as we’d come into the house, the smell of freshly baked cookies would hit my nose. I always knew to expect a special treat from Nana every single time I’d enter her home.

  Jacey and her Pepaw, Samuel, would always come with Papa and me when we’d go fishing. I remember those days like they were yesterday—jumping up and down in celebration with the other if we’d catch a fish. Even something as small as a minnow was spectacular in our eyes back then.

  As the lights dim around me, I realize our set is done and stand up, sticks i
n hand, then walk to the front to escort my sisters off the stage. Even with Billie’s stalker behind bars, I don’t trust a motherfucker for a second where the girls’ safety is concerned. I couldn’t care less that we have security. They let the asshole get too close for my comfort, and my trust has vanished where they’re concerned.

  Fans are our bread and butter, but that doesn’t mean they’re trustworthy. Men flock to my sisters, all beauties, but I don’t like it. We want to entertain, but also be able to lead as close to normal lives as possible. Evan was posted to be Billie’s personal guard, and he turned out to be a psychopath disguised as a protector. Since then, we’ve been promised that all the guards have undergone an FBI background check and passed with flying colors. After that experience we went through, I couldn’t care less if they were the Queen of England’s chosen hands . . . they are not to be trusted with my sisters’ safety alone. I will maintain a close eye on the women in my life that I love. Plain and motherfucking simple as that.

  Jacey

  Time stands still every time I watch my man bang ruthlessly on those drums. His muscles flex under his wifebeater and my mouth salivates. What was once a close friendship, has now turned into the love of my life. After all the years he’s been in my life, he can still shock and surprise me down to my core. It keeps our relationship fresh since we are together morning, noon, and night.

  As Rayne escorts his sisters from the stage, I’m startled by the guards talking through the earpiece. “The VIP section is hopping tonight, everyone be on high alert,” one of the guards says.

  Rayne’s and my eyes lock, and I nod my head to let him know we need to keep our eyes wide open. He acknowledges my nod with one of his own as he protectively surrounds his sisters to the best of his abilities.

  “All eyes need to be on the girls. Secure the hallway and VIP room before we head that way,” I instruct the others.

  “Room’s been cleared,” is answered back.

  “Is someone stationed inside to keep it that way?” I ask annoyingly.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Good to know they’re doing their jobs.

  Ever since Billie was hurt by her guard, Evan, no one’s felt safe after a show. We trusted him and never in a million years thought he was the one stalking her. I step behind Rayne and the girls, trudging my way through the band’s adoring fans. This part of the job gets old. I understand how talented and good-looking the Wilde siblings are, but damn, it’s not like they’re going to look into a fan’s eyes, recognize their soulmate, and run into their arms. It’s a fantasy, not reality. Some of these people need to get lives.

  1

  Rayne

  Last night was a blur of never-ending activity. Most towns we perform in have clubs that want us as exclusive guests. None of us enjoy doing this, but we go and begrudgingly attend for marketing and publicity purposes. Unraveling my arms from Jacey, I roll over and look at the bedside clock. Noticing the highlighted numbers from the hotel’s alarm clock, I see it’s only eleven a.m. We didn’t roll in from the club until three o’clock in the morning. I can’t believe my eyes are open after five hours of restless sleep.

  Last night sucked—they allowed paid guests to stay and party with us in our designated section. Some damn bimbo couldn’t keep her hands off of me. Jacey wasn’t impressed and spent most of the night giving me the evil eye. I have a part to play. It doesn’t mean I enjoy it, but I can’t very well curse the women out and publicly proclaim my undying and unwavering love for Jacey. Our publicist would have my head on a chopping block. According to her, my appeal is my looks and availability. We need to keep our relationship secret so the groupies still feel as if they have a shot with me.

  Ridiculous, I know. But what choice do I have? This band is everything to my siblings, and they’re everything to me. I will make whatever sacrifices need to be made in order to ensure their happiness.

  It’s not a perfect world we live in, and that part of the job isn’t my favorite, because Jacey is the love of my life. It doesn’t stop her green-eyed monster from rearing its ugly head at times. Trust me, I get the heat of her anger and venomous words when we’re alone. I spent quite some time in the shower this morning, worshiping her and showing her what she means to me. My fire burns only for her, and sometimes I have to reassure her of this fact, though that’s getting old each time I have to put out her ire.

  After all these years together, you’d think she trusted me. I may let these girls hang on me, but I’d never take one home or follow one to theirs. She demands I shower before getting into bed, which I drag her into with me. She says I wear the stench of perfume, but I believe she wants me to rub my skin raw from each place someone else’s hand touched me. I don’t mind taking layers of skin off of my body for her, but there are times I can barely keep my eyelids open and I just want to strip bare of my clothes and face-plant into bed.

  Knowing I won’t get back to sleep anytime soon, I get up and grab my gym shorts. Might as well get a good workout in while Jacey sleeps.

  Jacey

  I wake up to a cold, empty bed. I hate these types of mornings. After a night of arguing, then making love, I still manage to feel the chill of waking without his arms holding me. Even though we made up before we went to bed, I can’t help but freak out and wonder if this is the day he’s going to leave me over my insane jealousy.

  I hate feeling the way I do, but I can’t seem to make it stop. He thinks it’s because I don’t trust him. That’s not the problem—it’s those skanky, Barbie-wannabe bitches I don’t trust. As a matter of fact, I want to claw their eyes out and yank off their fake nails every time one looks in his direction or lays a hand on him. I see it in my mind’s eye every time I close my eyes. It’s like an old vinyl record playing on repeat with each moment in time that passes.

  Hopping out of bed, I take care of my morning duties. Might as well get dressed and try to start this day out on a better note than I ended it with. Even after Rayne and I made love in the shower, I still went to bed in a sour mood. I hear the door beep, followed shortly by the sight of Rayne’s shirtless form. From the bathroom’s vantage point, I have the perfect view of the door. Sweat is beading on his skin, which glistens with it, his physique on display. All I want to do is rub my hands over his abs and follow the defined V leading to the promise land with my tongue.

  “Hey, baby,” I say breathlessly.

  He smirks at the way I’m affected by him before responding, “Hey, yourself. How long have you been up for?”

  “Twenty minutes or so.” I shrug my shoulders, unsure of the exact amount of time.

  “Listen, Jacey. We need to have a talk.” He sighs, leaning his hip on the counter. Those are never words a woman wants to hear leave her man’s mouth.

  “Okay,” is the only word my suddenly dry mouth can execute.

  “Not here,” he says, exiting the bathroom and going into the room to sit on the couch. He pats the place next to him. What has me stalling to go to him is the look in his eyes. I’m completely terrified.

  This man is my heart and soul, and I fear I’ve pushed too damn far this time.

  “Um-m . . .” I stammer as I finally come unglued. Walking over, I sit next to him but leave some space between us.

  Rayne

  I hate the distance she’s put between us, even though I understand why she does. While working out, I had a lot of time to think about our situation, and what I found is that I need some space. Distance from all the jealousy and fighting will do us both some good.

  “Jacey,” I start. “Last night was the final straw for me.” It hurts my heart to say what needs to be said, but I can’t keep going on this way. I need space for an undisclosed amount of time. All we end up doing these days is lashing out at one another and we both end up hurting.

  “A-are you breaking things off with me?” she cries out.

  “No, baby. I’m just asking for some time and space. It seems as if we need some time apart to re-evaluate our relationship. We�
�re together all the time, and you obviously don’t trust me,” I say, pointing to my chest.

  “I do trust you,” she sobs out in response.

  “Who are you trying to convince here? Me or you?” I continue.

  “Rayne, I can get a separate room. We don’t have to do this. We can work it out and still be near each other.” Her tears are killing me, but I have to keep strong and do this for me . . . for us.

  “Jacey, you’re not listening to me. I need space before I react without thinking and say or do something, we will both end up regretting.” I have no interest in hurting her, but sometimes in order to move forward, we have to take a step back.

  “So, you want me to go home or what?” Her anger is coming through and her sorrow and tears are temporarily put on the back burner. Good, anger I can deal with, her tears, not so much.