Freedom's Son: Savage Sons MC 3

by Jayna King

  I walked up to stand next to him, and he put his arm around my shoulders as we watched the sunset mellow from red, to orange, and finally fade to dark. When the last rays of the sun disappeared, Luke turned to me.

  "So?" he asked, like there was even a choice to make.

  "It's perfect," I said. "I love it."

  "I knew you would," he replied, satisfaction evident on his face. "There's only one potential drawback, though."

  My heart fell, my mind racing to think through the situations that could keep us from getting this perfect home. "What's that?"

  "Krystal," he said, taking both of my hands in his. "This was Moses' house."

  "What?"

  "This is the house that he built. He finished it not quite a year ago, and the bank's been trying to find a buyer. The realtor gave me the listing even though it was outside the area I'd asked her to look at for me. It was a great deal, and I thought that as much as you cared about Moses, that you might…" his voice trailed off as I pulled my hands from his and walked over to the dining room table.

  "This is where he was killed," I said, not sure how I felt about it.

  "It is. If it's too much, we don't have to take the house, Krystal. I just want you to be happy."

  I sat down at the table and realized how little I had actually known Moses. I had no idea that he lived in a house like this one, and I had trouble reconciling the two very different sides of his personality.

  Luke walked over to the table. "Baby?" he asked, clearly worried about me.

  I didn't say a word as I tried to figure out how I felt, knowing that Moses had clearly appreciated the beauty of this special home, and had been killed as he was trying to right the wrongs he and his brothers had done. I realized that Luke's work with the feds was in a way a continuation of what Moses had been trying to accomplish, and I thought that it was strangely fitting that Luke had found — and loved — his house.

  "I can do this," I said before I turned to face Luke. "I can live here. Somehow, I think Moses would have wanted it this way."

  Luke pulled me to my feet and into his arms. "I was hoping you would feel that way."

  I felt his frame shaking, as if he was laughing or crying. I lifted my head from his chest to see which it was, and I saw the smile on his face. I know I looked confused, and he took my face in his hands.

  "I already bought the house for us, Krystal."

  Chapter 14 -- Luke

  Sunday, September 15, 2013

  Luke walked out from the house to find Krystal sitting in the sun, reading a textbook, her laptop closed on the chair next to her.

  "Hey, gorgeous," he said, crossing the deck to press a kiss to her lips.

  Krystal closed her book. "Just what I needed. An excuse to take a break," she said, stretching her arms overhead. "How was church?" she asked.

  "It was alright. We settled on a date for Mexico. Can you take off a couple of days next week?"

  "I can. I don't really want to miss classes this early in the semester, but I think I can talk to my professors and maybe turn work in early so that my grades don't suffer."

  "If you don't want to go, I'll understand. I know school's important to you," I told her, moving her computer to sit in the chair next to her.

  "I really want to go, though," Krystal said, putting her hand on my thigh and reminding me how happy I was to be living with her. "I figure you can use someone to talk to if things get strange down there, and besides, I don't trust you with all the talk of the senoritas south of the border."

  "Well, I was thinking that if we broke up for a few days, that it wouldn't actually be considered cheating…" I let my voice trail off and waited for her reaction.

  Krystal narrowed her eyes and held my gaze. "That's fine," she said with a little shrug. "I'll meet you at the door with a shotgun, and you'll regret ever having gone." She slid her hand up to the crotch of my jeans, and I realized that with a single squeeze, she could render me helpless.

  I put my hand over hers and pressed down, so that she'd feel the unmistakable outline of my growing erection. "Baby, you don't have to threaten me to keep me honest. The fact is that there's not another woman who could hold my interest after you."

  She began to rub me through my jeans. "Luke, you're distracting me from my reading," she said with a sly, sideways smile.

  "I'm distracting you?" I asked, exaggerating my surprise at her statement. "You, young lady, are the one with your hand on my cock."

  "Oh, my!," she said, removing her hand as if she hadn't realized where she'd put it. "Terribly sorry," she said, waiting for me to call bullshit on her innocence.

  I stood up. "Well, if you're so busy with your homework, I guess I'll go find some way to entertain myself."

  "Hold on," Krystal said, just managing to catch my sleeve as I headed toward the door. "I just finished a chapter, and I was thinking about taking a shower," she said, knowing exactly the effect her words would have on me.

  We'd only been in the house for about a week and a half, and already, the shower was one of our favorite rooms.

  "I think I could fit that in," I said, quite pleased with the double meaning of my answer.

  Without another word, Krystal stood up, and I realized that she wasn't wearing anything but one of my button-down shirts. She took her hair down from its messy ponytail and shook the dark waves around her shoulders. Walking toward me, she started to unbutton the shirt, and I saw glimpses of the soft skin beneath. She slipped her hands beneath my cut and I let her remove it, watching as she carefully folded it and set it on the table.

  "Let's get you lathered up," she said, as she turned to open the door that led from the deck to the bedroom. Just inside the door, she shed the shirt, leaving it where it fell on the floor and giving me a perfect view as she walked toward the shower, her naked backside and the exquisite tattoo on her lower back the sexiest things I'd ever seen in my life.

  By the time I got out of my clothes, she'd turned on the double shower heads in the spacious, tiled room with the window facing the mountains. Steam started to rise as the water warmed, and I stood in the doorway to watch as Krystal stepped under the water, watching it running down her breasts, belly, and between her legs, right where I planned to be in a few moments. She filled her hand with soap from the liquid dispenser affixed to the wall, and I watched as she ran her hands all over her body, fingers lingering on her nipples, teasing me by playing with herself.

  "Let me help you with that," I said as I stepped underneath the shower, enjoying the heat and the feeling of the dirt from my ride washing away. I turned Krystal around so that I could fondle her breasts while I pressed my hard-on into her back.

  Krystal gasped and arched her back, pushing her tits into my hands, and I squeezed her nipples hard, eliciting a cry that was part pleasure, part pain. I knew that crossing that line ever so slightly would get her wet and ready. It always did.

  She turned to face me, and she sat on one of the two built-in benches on either side of the shower. She smiled up at me as she guided my cock toward her mouth. She took me in both her hands and very slowly licked the head of my cock before opening her mouth and taking all of me, deep inside her mouth, pushing the head against the back of her throat. I'd never been with a woman who could fit me all inside her mouth, but Krystal's lips made it all the way to the base of my cock, and I could feel the wet, slick heat of her all along my length. I groaned as she started to move her head back and forth, fucking me with her mouth.

  Krystal slipped my length from her mouth and stood up. "Will you fuck me, Luke?" she asked, knowing the answer to her question. "Will you fuck me hard and make me cum?"

  I could feel myself get even harder, and I put my hands up between us to squeeze her nipples again. I started soft, flicking and gently squeezing in a playful way. I could tell that she wanted more, and I was going to make her beg for it.

  "Do you like that?" I asked, pinching just a little harder. "Do you want it harder?" I asked, fixing her blue eyes
with mine.

  "Yes," she said, mouth open and a little breathless. "Yes, Luke, I want it harder."

  I looked down at her tits, slick with water, and the nipples reddened slightly from my attention. I put my finger and thumb just at the end of her nipples — the most sensitive part — and I squeezed, harder. I watched her eyes nearly roll back in her head as she thrust her tits toward me. She moaned, and I squeezed again, harder still, until the words slipped from her mouth.

  "Fuck me, Luke. Please put your cock inside me."

  I put my hand between her legs, and I knew what I would find. She was dripping wet, the slickness an invitation. I had her wet and ready, and I was hard as a rock. I'd lost count of the number of times Krystal and I had made love, but there was one thing we hadn't done yet, and I decided that today was the day.

  "You want me to fuck you?" I asked.

  "Please," she asked, moaning as I rubbed her clit.

  "How do you want me to fuck you?" I asked.

  "Any way you want," she answered as I slid three fingers inside her pussy, feeling her writhe on top of my hand.

  I reached for the waterproof vibrator we kept in the shower, and I handed it to her. "You may need this in a minute," I said, turning her around to face the bench. I put my hands on her wet back and slowly bent her over, feeling my cock slip between her legs as she spread them wide and braced herself on the bench. "I'm gonna start with your wet pussy, Krystal, and then I'm gonna fuck your ass, baby."

  I heard her catch her breath as she gasped. "It's all yours, Luke," she said. "Go slow with that huge cock."

  "I won't hurt you," I said. "Not any more than you want me to," I said, putting the head of my cock at her pussy and grabbing her hips. I forced myself deep inside her pussy, and I could feel the heat and the depth of her, widening to take me all in. I ground my hips against her ass. "Jesus, you feel good."

  I fell into a rhythm, pushing myself in deeper with every thrust. I could feel the beginning of an orgasm, and Krystal could, too.

  "I want you to cum in my ass," she said, reaching for the vibrator.

  I pulled out of her pussy, my cock slick with her juices, and I guided the head of my hard cock to her ass. I knew it would be a tight fit, and I knew it would hurt her a little, but I knew she would love it. "Ready, baby?" I asked, pressing harder, just starting to open her a little.

  "Go slow," she said, and I could feel the vibration as she turned on the little device and pressed it to her clit.

  As she masturbated with the vibrator, I could feel her muscles relax, and I pushed inside her ass, feeling her close over the head of my cock. I paused, savoring the tightness.

  "Krystal, you have the hottest ass I've ever seen, and I'm gonna make it mine." I pushed myself in further, and I looked down between us, and the sight of her ass with my cock halfway inside nearly made me cum right that second.

  "It's all yours," Krystal said, clearly enjoying herself. "I love the way your cock feels in my ass, and I want it all the way inside. "Fuck my ass, Luke, and blow your load inside me."

  Her words pushed me over the edge, and I felt like I just completely lost control of myself. I'd gone slow enough that I knew I wouldn't hurt her, and I forced myself deep inside her, burying my cock in her sweet ass. I could feel the resistance, and I pushed harder, making her ass all mine. I fucked her, and I fucked her hard, losing all capacity for speech or restraint. I pounded into her, and I could feel her muscles start to relax as she worked her clit with the vibrator.

  "Luke, you're gonna make me cum," she cried, her hoarse scream bringing me to the edge of my own orgasm.

  "Do it," I commanded. "Cum now," I said, as I quickened my thrusts, determined to cum with her.

  Krystal's cry was pure pleasure, and I felt her muscles start to contract. I buried myself deep, pulling her hips back toward me as I started to cum, started to pump my hot load into her ass, milked dry by the forces of her orgasm. We stilled, and I stayed where I was for a moment, watching her shoulders and back relax as she rested her forehead on her forearms, using the bench to stay upright. The water ran down, over her tattoo, up her back, and over her shoulders.

  Even though my cock was still inside her, I managed to speak. "God, I love you Krystal." I slid myself out of her, and watched as she stood up, face wet and flushed. "Did I hurt you?" I asked.

  "No more than I wanted," she answered, sliding slick arms around my neck. "You're amazing, Luke. Being with you, here in this house, it's more than a dream come true. I never imagined I could be this happy."

  I kissed her, and we took our time finishing up in the shower, talking, laughing, and gently washing one another until the hot water ran out, sending us rushing for towels to dry off.

  Even though I'd never imagined it would work out this way, my life was pretty much perfect.

  Chapter 15 -- Krystal

  Tuesday, September 24, 2013

  I sat in my Cultural Anthropology class — one which normally held my interest — and thought about everything I needed to do the minute class was over. The plan was to meet at the Sons' clubhouse at two p.m. and ride for about three-and-a-half hours before stopping for the night just over the state line in Raton, New Mexico. On Wednesday, we'd ride to Juarez, Mexico, and meet one of Joker's contacts who'd take us to a town called Nuevo Casas Grandes. Luke had told me that the ride from Juarez to Nuevo Casas Grandes could be dangerous, and the escort was primarily to ensure that none of the rampant drug cartel violence spilled over into our route. Apparently kidnappings, murder, and human trafficking were all just part of an ordinary day in that area.

  I'd considered not going.

  Luke had talked me into it, though. I was a little flattered, because one of the reasons he wanted me there with him was to have someone to bounce his ideas off of — another person to help figure out the Savage Sons' secrets that had been left behind, south of the border. I'd have agreed to go just because he needed me, but Luke had gone a step further, promising me that we'd find a little town somewhere along the way home and spend a few days holed up, lounging in the Mexican sunshine and making love. I couldn't turn him down.

  My daydream about Luke's sun-kissed body was disrupted by the sound of students shuffling their books into backpacks. I'd completely zoned out and hadn't realized that the lecture had ended. I dropped my homework on the instructor's desk as I hurried out of the classroom.

  I stopped at the drugstore to pick up extra sunscreen for the ride and for lounging in the sun, and I picked up the leather jacket that Luke had ordered for me. I was surprised that he'd already had the patches sewed on it, and I was also surprised that I didn't feel like I'd expected I would when I finally got my old lady's jacket. I'd pictured myself feeling strong and looking down on all the pitiful hang-around sluts just being used as a hole to fuck. What I found was that I was happy to be with a man I loved, and who I knew loved me, and I felt nothing but pity for the girls who might never realize that they deserved better than being passed around the clubhouse. I didn't want my conscience to interfere with my enjoyment of the upcoming ride, though, so I pushed the thoughts down and headed home to meet Luke.

  "I took all of your underwear out of your bag. You're not gonna need it." Luke didn't even look up from the bag he was packing as I walked into our bedroom. His sense of humor was one of the things I loved most about him.

  "Like hell I'm making a long ride with nothing between me and my jeans. I'll be too sore to even think about letting you near me."

  "Well, in that case, bring on the granny panties, girl."

  "Luke Callaway, you take that back. I don't own a single pair of granny panties, and you fucking know it."

  The kiss stopped me from saying another word. Even though I knew that we needed to get on the road, headed for the clubhouse, my fingers found their way to the button at the top of Luke's jeans. I slid my fingers underneath the waist to feel his warm skin underneath, and I was just about to unbutton his pants, when he stopped me by putting his hand over mine.


  "Hang on a minute," he said, sitting down on the bed. "I want to talk to you before we go." He looked serious.

  I was wondering if he'd reconsidered my traveling with him, and I knew I would be disappointed, despite my reservations. "Is something wrong?"

  "No, but I want to talk about a few things while we're still alone." He looked around the room, smiling at the pile of my underwear that he'd extracted from my bag and piled on the bed. "Let's finish packing, and go sit out back for a bit."

  We talked casually while I packed toiletries and Luke studied the neat piles of clothes he'd stacked next to his bag. We got everything stowed, and Luke carried the bags out to the garage. I was glad we were going to have a van with us, because we'd have never fit everything we needed for nearly a week into the saddlebags of Luke's bike. He was fiddling with the bungee cords he was using as a temporary fix for getting our stuff to the clubhouse, where we'd transfer our bags to the van. I went inside and poured two glasses of iced tea and went out to the back deck to wait for Luke. He joined me, and we sat in what had quickly become our preferred chairs, facing the Rocky Mountains.

  The early fall sun was warm on my face while I waited for Luke to start. I didn't realize that he was holding out something for me to take until I felt him nudge my arm. I opened my eyes and saw a small handgun at my elbow. I took it from him, checked to make sure it wasn't loaded, and I set it on my thigh.

  "You going to tell me what this is about?" I asked.

  Luke didn't look at me while he talked, but rather, he looked out at the view that we both loved so much. "Krystal, I will never — as long as I live — forget the sight of you in Bug's bedroom. You were helpless, bleeding, and closer to death than I like to admit. That will never, ever happen again as long as I can help it. If I'm with you, I'll give my life to keep you safe. If for some reason I happen not to be there, I still want you to be safe."

  He looked over at the gun on my leg. "I can tell that you know how to use that. Do you feel comfortable carrying it?"