Freedom's Son: Savage Sons MC 3

by Jayna King

  Luke looked at me with his magnetic gaze. "Krystal, I love you, and I want you. Let's go to bed, baby."

  He reached for my hand and pulled me toward him for a kiss.

  "I thought you'd never ask," I whispered.

  He led me to the bedroom, and turned to look at me. "You're gorgeous," he said.

  "Hope you like the nightgown. It wasn't cheap, and you paid for it," I said.

  "It's perfect." He reached up and ran his hands down my arms, before leaning in and kissing my jawline and moving to my neck. He lightly brushed my nipples through the silk, and I couldn't think about anything except wanting him to squeeze and suck on them. "You were all I could think about in jail," Luke said between kisses that gave me chills. "I dreamed about you every night."

  I ran my hands over the muscled skin of Luke's abdomen, sides, and back, and I nearly groaned when I felt the muscles of his ass. Thinking about him, muscles flexing, pushing inside me made my knees feel like jello. As I pulled Luke's hips toward me, I could feel his erection straining against his jeans.

  He made a noise that was somewhere between a growl and a groan. "Baby, I want to take my time, but I can't wait any longer. I have to have you right now." He reached up and slipped the thin straps of my nightgown from my shoulders, and I shrugged the gown to the floor in a puddle of blue silk. He looked at me, naked but for the scrap of blue silk and ivory lace that was between my legs, and he slowly slid the panties to the floor to join my gown.

  I unzipped his jeans to reveal his huge erection, and as he stepped out of his jeans to leave us both naked, I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock. "This for me?" I asked playfully.

  "It's all for you and only you, Krystal. I love you." He moved me to the bed, lifting my hips up to rest just at the edge of the high bed covered with luxurious, soft sheets. The height of the bed was perfect, and as he leaned forward to kiss me as I sat with my ass half-on and half-off the bed, I could feel the head of his cock right where I wanted him. I wrapped my legs around him, and I looked up into his eyes. "I can't wait," he whispered, and he reached down, grabbed my ass, and buried himself inside me.

  I don't know if I moaned or screamed, but I do know that nothing had ever felt better. He was so big, so hard, and he filled me so completely that I knew in that instant that no man would ever be able to satisfy me the way Luke did. I watched him, his eyes closed in the moment when he was just first buried in me, and I saw the deep satisfaction on his face.

  He looked down at me. "I'm not gonna last long. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

  "Luke, I'm all yours," I said, feeling for the first time the beauty and pleasure in surrendering completely to the man I loved. "You can take me any way you want me, as many times as you like."

  Luke's evil grin told me that we'd be spending quite some time exploring all of our options, and he pulled his cock out and slammed it back inside me, giving me a sense of the delicious ache I could expect in the morning. Every time he plunged himself into me, my tits bounced, and I could see him watching me being fucked hard, and he grew even harder inside my pussy. He drove again and again, and the sheer size of him and the power I felt as he fucked me made me realize that I was getting close to an orgasm.

  Hoping he could hold out long enough for me to get there, I leaned back, supporting myself with one hand on the bed and using my other hand to rub my clit, slick from my arousal and swollen from the man pounding into me. The sight of me fingering myself make Luke groan, and as he increased the pace, I felt the wave of pleasure starting to sweep over me.

  "Luke, I'm gonna cum," I said, breathing so hard I could hardly speak.

  "I want you to cum with me, baby," he said. "Cum on my cock, Krystal." He forced himself even deeper inside me, and I could tell he was about to lose all control. "Cum now," he commanded, locking eyes with me.

  His powerful tone and the force with which he fucked me sent me over the edge. I'm sure I screamed, a wordless expression of the relief, ecstasy, and emotion that Luke made me feel, and I felt him empty himself inside me, using slow, deep thrusts to shoot every drop of cum, desire, and love into me.

  He stopped moving, keeping himself buried inside me, and we looked at one another, both out of breath and with a sheen of sweat on our naked, still-joined bodies. I was resting, leaning back on both hands, chest heaving and still feeling involuntary shudders of pleasure. Luke reached down and gathered me up, pulling me to his chest. He settled his chin on my head and sighed. Neither of us felt the need for words.

  Chapter 10 -- Luke

  Friday, August 16, 2013

  The first thing I saw when I awoke was a tangle of dark hair on the pillow next to mine. I opened my eyes all the way and took the luxury of looking at Krystal while she slept. She was on her side, facing me, and the curve of her hip was covered by the sheet, but her breast was exposed. I leaned over and licked her nipple, smiling when I heard her inhale quickly and make a sound that was somewhere between a purr and a moan. She opened her eyes as a smile lit up her face.

  "Good morning, gorgeous," I said as I leaned over to kiss her.

  "What a lovely way to wake up," she said. "I could get used to that."

  "Glad to hear it," I answered, bending down to give both of her breasts my full attention.

  We didn't make it out of bed for quite a while.

  ***

  I looked out the window as I drank the first decent cup of coffee I'd had since before I was arrested. Even though it was supposed to get to above ninety degrees, we had an early morning inversion — the brownish haze that trapped cooler temperatures and pollution at ground level. It would surely clear out by the afternoon, as the sun warmed the ground, but for the moment, all I could think about was craving fresh, clean mountain air, sunshine, and wind in my hair.

  "Let's go for a ride," I said to Krystal as she came into the sitting area, freshly showered and lovely.

  She started laughing, and I had no idea what I'd said that was so funny.

  "What the hell are you laughing at?"

  She poured her coffee and sat down next to me in front of the window. "I was thinking in the shower that after the workout you gave me last night and this morning," she paused to kiss me before continuing, "I'm not sure I can ever get on a bike again."

  "Well, I don't recall you complaining while I was inside you, young lady. In fact, I distinctly remember you saying something like 'Fuck me harder, Luke.'"

  She threw her head back and laughed, and I couldn't help but lean over and kiss her neck, along her hairline. The smell of her shampoo, coffee, and the sex that I hadn't yet showered off was intoxicating.

  I reluctantly stopped kissing her. "Seriously, can you really not get on a bike? It's going to be hot in town today. I thought we could head a little ways up into the mountains — get some fresh air, find a place to get some lunch, enjoy the sunshine … what do you think?"

  "I think you're brilliant." She took a sip of her coffee. "Oh shit, I forgot to tell you. Sable has a party planned for you tonight."

  "Really? She didn't say anything about it when I saw her earlier this week."

  "Well, she didn't know you'd be out of jail then, you goofball."

  "Fair enough," I said in a mock serious voice. "Will we have time to go for a ride first?"

  "Let me call her and double check, but I think we will. She said she'd handle all of the party prep, but since she's actually being nice to me, I don't want to piss her off."

  Luke laughed. "Yeah, she's little, but she's fierce."

  "I'll call her while you shower, and then I'll change out of this ratty old thing." She gestured to the sheer, pale yellow-green robe that she wore over a short, matching nightgown.

  "So do you have an endless supply of gorgeous things that I want to take off of you?" I asked, reaching out to feel the tissue paper-thin robe.

  "Not endless, but I wanted you to enjoy unwrapping your welcome home present."

  "Girl, I love the way you think," I said, dropping a kiss o
n her forehead and heading off to shower.

  Krystal drove us to Sable and Joker's house, where I'd had Joker store my bike for me. Neither one of them was home, but they'd left the garage unlocked, and we left Krystal's car there since we were coming back for my party. Krystal had promised to be the designated driver, and the prospect of seeing my brothers again had me all excited. So did the open road.

  I walked the bike out into the drive, and Krystal ran her hands along the insides of her thighs, as if she was preparing herself to climb on.

  "Get on, girl." I said, after I'd swung my leg over the bike. "Don't be a pussy."

  Her eyes narrowed. "I don't recall having heard any complaints about pussy from you before now."

  I laughed. "Still no pussy complaints, baby. Get on."

  She put the helmet on that I'd handed her, and she held onto my shoulders as she settled behind me. "This is the first time I've ridden with you. You know what you're doing?" she asked, raising her voice to be heard over the rumble of the bike when I started it.

  "Watch and see," I said, as I put the bike in gear and eased down the drive.

  I took my time tooling through the neighborhood, but the moment we got onto the highway, I opened up the throttle and headed southwest out of town. The mountains got closer, and with Krystal behind me and an open road, I couldn't have been happier. Freedom was something I'd never really thought about until it was gone. I realized how precious it was.

  I pulled into a gas station about an hour out of town. "Need fuel and some water," I said, turning so that Krystal could hear me.

  I gassed up the bike and we sat on a picnic table off to the side of the parking lot, watching cars wind up the twisting mountain road toward us.

  "So where are we headed?" Krystal asked, finishing the last of her bottled water.

  "Anywhere and nowhere," I answered. "Just being able to go where I want feels so fucking good, I just can't even tell you."

  "No complaints from me," she said. "I get to spend the day with my legs wrapped around you."

  "Jesus, girl, don't you think about anything but sex?" I asked, teasing her.

  "When you're between my legs, absolutely not." Krystal turned toward me and put her hands on my cheeks. "I'm so glad to have you back, Luke. Whatever it takes to get the feds off your case, let's do it and move on."

  I shook my head. "I've been trying not to think about that."

  "I'm sorry, but you're going to have to deal with it sooner or later," she said.

  "I know you're right." I stood up and put my helmet back on. "Let's get back on the road. I'll find us a place for lunch in another hour or so, and we can talk about it."

  Krystal groaned as she settled herself behind me, and her muttered comment about being bowlegged after the weekend made me laugh as I pulled back onto the road. The miles flew by as we watched mountains come and go. Mountain bluebirds — the brightest blue I'd ever seen — were a vivid contrast to the wildflowers that covered the landscape, and as we pulled into a tiny town called Hartsel, I decided that we'd better stop for lunch.

  We had exactly one choice, a roadside place called the H.O.B. Cafe and Saloon.

  "This okay?" I asked Krystal as I pulled up near the joint.

  "Sure. Doesn't appear that we have any other options."

  I turned around and looked at the high-elevation valley we were in, ringed by mountains. "Yeah, we're kinda in the middle of nowhere."

  "It's perfect." Krystal slipped her hand into mine as we headed for the door. "And I'm starving."

  "Whoa," I said, stopping just inside the door as my eyes adjusted from the bright sunlight to the dark, rustic bar.

  "Wow," Krystal said, looking around. "It's like this place is stuck in another decade."

  The place wasn't very busy. A family with two little kids sat at one of the tables, and a man sat alone at the rough-hewn wooden bar. I did a double take as I realized that he had an oxygen canister next to him and a lit cigarette dangling from his weathered lips. I chuckled to myself and pointed out the No Smoking sign that hung on the wall next to him.

  "Well, you don't see that every day," Krystal laughed as she took in the scene.

  I was trying to figure out if we were supposed to seat ourselves or wait for assistance, when a woman came out from the kitchen in the back. Her wiry gray hair was pulled back in a no-nonsense low ponytail, and she wore a faded plaid shirt and jeans that hung from her thin frame.

  "Two a ya?" she asked as she topped off coffee for the seated table.

  I nodded and she waved to the small dining room. "Sit anywhere you like. I'll get you some menus."

  Krystal picked a table in the corner and we studied the menus after the woman delivered them and took our drink orders.

  "H-O-B," Krystal said after she'd decided what she wanted to eat. "Wonder what that stands for."

  "No clue." I answered, deciding on a burger and fries.

  When the woman arrived to take our order, Krystal asked her what the restaurant's initials stood for.

  "Hateful Old Bitch," she answered without a hitch. "That's me."

  Krystal and I both just burst out laughing until we caught her impatient gaze.

  "Whaddya want?" she asked.

  I wasn't sure if the name was an exaggeration or an accurate description of the woman, but I decided to go ahead and order, just in case.

  Orders in, I looked over at Krystal and realized that I couldn't put off discussing the important things we had brushed aside in order to crawl in bed and enjoy my first night of freedom. "So you were right," I said.

  "About what?"

  "Moses was working as an informant for the feds."

  "Wow." She shook her head. "I knew something was up with him, but it's still a shock to have it confirmed. If you'd known the old Moses and had seen the change in him, you'd understand. He was like a different person."

  "Well, Kate and Mark think your suggestion to downplay the significance of my release — just say that they didn't have a case and dropped the charges is best. Mark had come up with some elaborate scenario, but I told him I'd made up my mind."

  "I don't like him," Krystal said.

  "I don't either, but I'm glad I'm out of jail. If I have to work with him to stay out, it'll be worth it."

  "So what else did they have to say to you?"

  "Apparently Moses' old lady…" I paused because I couldn't remember her name.

  "Max?"

  "Yeah. She was an FBI agent."

  "What?" Krystal looked dumbfounded.

  "That's what they said. She'd only been on the case for about a week when it all went to shit. The DEA agent that killed Moses was dirty — taking payoff from the Vandals, and if Max hadn't shot him, she'd have ended up dead, too."

  "So I guess that's why she disappeared. We didn't even see her at the funeral, but none of us knew how to get in touch with her or her family or anything. We knew she'd killed the guy who shot Moses, but she vanished, and that's all the information we could ever get." She thought for a moment. "Where'd she end up?"

  "No idea. It sounds like she just moved somewhere else since she hadn't spent very much time with the Sons. The FBI was sure that no one here would be able to track her down. It's not like her cover had been blown, either. The case was just over since both the DEA agent working the case and the informant were both dead."

  "Wow. So there must have been something big they were going after."

  "Based on what Kate and Mark said, the DEA guy was partly interested in the case for his career, but he was also motivated to shut down the Sons' meth ring, because it was cutting into the Vandals' business."

  "Jesus. It's just awful that Moses got caught up in such a mess. If he hadn't, he'd be alive today." She looked at me like something awful had just dawned on her. "Holy shit, Luke. Bryan was right. You obviously can't trust these people. Except for Kate, I think. She's a stand-up person."

  I wasn't as gung-ho on Kate as Krystal was, but I didn't see any point in going into
that without some evidence that she was anything other than what she appeared to be. "I have no intention of letting my guard down or putting myself in a position where I could end up like Moses." I covered Krystal's hand with mine. "I have too much to lose now. And they're not going to ask me to wear a wire, which makes it much safer. They just want me to feed them information."

  Krystal turned her hand over and squeezed mine on the table. "Did they tell you what they're looking for?"

  "Well, they're still interested in any of the meth production stuff if there are clear enough ties to make a slam dunk case. But here's the weird thing, they're really interested in knowing who Moses and Joker were dealing with in Mexico. They want to shut down the flow of meth ingredients from across the border."

  "That's not weird. That makes sense," Krystal said.

  "What's weird is that Sable thinks that something happened in Mexico that changed Moses. It makes sense that if he saw something there, it could have been what prompted him to approach the FBI. If we can find out what that was, maybe we can root out the source of the bad shit in the Savage Sons. Sable told me that the MC didn't start out as an outlaw gang. It started out as a brotherhood based around a bunch of guys who loved to ride and have a good time. I wonder if we can get the Savage Sons back to what it used to be before it turned into a crew who made drugs that ruin people's lives and who sold pussy for profit."

  "There were some ugly parts about the business they were in, that's for sure. I saw my roommate OD more than a time or two. She was never the same after she started with the crank. She'd have never been a hooker if she weren't addicted to that poison."

  "See, Krystal?" I leaned forward and took both of her hands. "That shit had to stop, and Moses knew it. I want to know what happened in Mexico. I want to know why he decided to betray his brothers. Whoever and whatever is dirty in the past of the MC, that shit has to be brought out into the light of day if we're going to make this club into something good again."

  The H.O.B. brought the conversation to a brief halt as she plunked two deliciously greasy burgers and a mountain of french fries on the table in front of us. She grabbed a ketchup bottle from the next table and plunked it down as well. "Need anything else?" she asked, daring us to request something else.