Freedom's Son: Savage Sons MC 3

by Jayna King

  "I do," I answered, evenly. Luke wouldn't know, of course, that my father and mother had enjoyed shooting together before I got old enough to go my own way and leave my controlling parents behind.

  "You know how to load it, store it safely, and shoot it?"

  I looked down at the gun. "It's a Beretta 3032 Tomcat. Shoots a .32 caliber bullet. The magazine holds seven bullets, and the safety's right here," I showed him. "Behind the trigger." I turned to Luke with a smile. "Any other questions?"

  He just looked at me, wide-eyed. Clearly, he'd been expecting to have to show me how to use the gun. "All righty then," he said, grinning at me. "Do you carry a gun?" he asked.

  "No. I used to shoot with my parents a long time ago."

  Luke looked at me. He'd asked me several times about my family, and I'd simply told him that I didn't want to talk about it. I knew at some point that I'd need to fill him in on my background, but today wasn't that day.

  "Krystal, I want you to be able to protect yourself if I'm not there to do it for you. If we're right … if the FBI and DEA are right, then we're headed straight for one of the most dangerous places in the world, and we're going to be dealing with people who will end a life without a second thought. I want you to promise me that you'll use this gun if you need to."

  "I will," I said simply. "Where'd you get the gun?" I asked, wanting to know if it had been legally procured. I looked, and the serial number was intact, so my guess was that Luke had bought it legally.

  "I bought it from a shop a few days ago. Do you have a license to carry?" he asked.

  "No, I don't," I answered. "But that won't stop me from carrying it where we're headed."

  "Good girl," Luke said. "I have a box of ammo for you in my bag."

  "Did you get a gun for yourself," I asked.

  He moved his cut out from his hip and I saw a Glock 19 holstered up beneath his left arm, high enough that it wouldn't be visible while he was on the bike. He handed me a holster of the same style before he leaned over and picked up my hand. "We're going to have to be careful on this trip. I talked to Singer yesterday and gave him our tentative itinerary, and he's mighty uneasy about our going through Juarez and on to Nuevo Casas Grandes. They've had agents killed there, and he said that it's dangerous for anyone who looks like a gringo or looks like they might be wealthy."

  "We have an escort, though, right? Joker's friend?"

  "Yeah, we do. And I don't think for a second that Joker has any ulterior motive in taking us down there, but I do think that things have the potential to go bad, and that's before we even get into the fact that we're trying to poke around in things that Joker wants buried." Luke stood up and knelt on the deck in front of me. "I don't know what we're going to find down there, but I know that I'm glad you're going to be with me."

  "Oh, stop it, Luke," I said, blinking hard. "You're gonna make me cry, and then I'll show up at the clubhouse all red-eyed and sloppy."

  "I just want you to promise me that you won't hesitate to defend yourself if you have to."

  "Not hard, Luke. I've never been this happy in my whole life, and I won't let anything get in my way."

  He stood up and took my hand. "Let's get on the road, then. You all set?"

  "Yup," I answered with a smile, despite the serious conversation we'd been having. "Who all is going? Last I heard, Zeno was on the fence."

  "It's Joker, Sally, Nate, and Zeno, plus a couple of the guys hanging around hoping to be voted in as prospects. Nate also said that we may have another guy from Fort Collins who may be moving down here and may want to join up with us. Since Bug, Moses, and J.C. are gone, we're smaller than Joker and Sally like us to be."

  I nodded as Luke walked through the house, double checking to make sure all the doors were locked. "I'm not surprised. There's safety in numbers when you might have the Vandals rolling into town from Wyoming. Moses always got a little anxious when the numbers dropped below eight, counting prospects and hang-arounds." I put on my backpack and helmet and waited for Luke to walk the bike out of the garage.

  "Climb on, gorgeous," he said, as he fired up the rumbling motor.

  As we pulled away from the house, I turned to look back at it, hoping that it wasn't the last time I'd see it. I wasn't really used to feeling happy, and I didn't want anything to spoil it. I knew that a trip to one of the most dangerous parts of Mexico was a risky decision, but we needed to feed the feds the information they wanted so that Luke and I could move on and live our lives free and clear. As I wrapped my arms a little tighter around Luke, I thought about the gun he'd given me.

  Holding the Beretta in my hand had brought back memories that I'd refused to think about in the eight years since I'd seen my parents. I knew that Luke probably thought the worst about my childhood — either that I'd been abused, or that my parents had finally thrown out their headstrong, errant daughter — but in fact, neither of those scenarios was even close to the truth. When I'd left my parent's house at eighteen years old, it was because I didn't want to live the way they did — suspicious and always on guard against anyone who might try to infringe on their rights or freedom. I didn't want to live in a paranoid household.

  The irony of my present situation wasn't lost on me, and I was fully aware of the fact that the hours my father had spent patiently teaching me how to clean, disassemble, reassemble, and fire a variety of guns might very well be what kept me and Luke safe over the next few days. When we got safely home, I should probably think about maybe getting in touch with my folks.

  I'd been immersed in my thoughts about my family, and the trip up to Denver had flown by. Before I knew it, we were pulling into the clubhouse parking lot. I'd been so busy with school, working, and getting settled in the new house that I hadn't been spending much time at the clubhouse. Luke had to introduce me around to the newer members of the group.

  "This here's Johnson. He's originally from Texas, and trust me, baby," he said looking me square in the eye. "You do not want to ask him why he goes by Johnson."

  I looked over at the tall, redheaded young man, and he reached for the zipper of his faded jeans.

  "Happy to oblige, ma'am," he said with a smile.

  "That won't be necessary," I told him, smothering a laugh.

  "And Chuck," Luke said, waving toward the most ordinary guy I'd ever seen — average height, medium brown hair — nothing particularly interesting with the exception of the wry smile on his face.

  "They call me Chuck because I have a joke for every occasion. For example, did you know that Chuck Norris' Harley doesn't have a kickstand? Nothing he kicks, stands."

  Everyone in the group rolled their eyes, and I figured that I'd have had my fill of Chuck Norris jokes by the time we got back from Mexico.

  Luke was shaking his head. "And last, but not least is Jay, Nate's buddy from Fort Collins."

  "Any crazy story behind your nickname?" I asked him with a smile.

  "It's short for Jason," he said quietly, before turning and going back inside the clubhouse.

  "So he's the chatty one?" I asked sarcastically. "Well, it's nice to meet you boys, and I look forward to getting to know you all," I said, before busying myself with helping Luke get our bags into the van. We put the last bag inside, and I put my hand on Luke's arm. "So I'm the only chick going?" I asked, looking over at the group assembled in the parking lot.

  "Uh, yeah, I guess so," he said, shrugging. "That okay?"

  "I guess," I said. "I just figured there's be at least one other girl around."

  "You still want to go, don't you?" Luke asked. "I want you with me," he said, his voice sounding like he wasn't going to let me back out.

  "I do want to go, but I'm afraid it'll be weird."

  "Well, from what I've heard, there should be 'ladies' around at each of our stops. If you want to do some girl talk, you'll be able to find company. I think the guys are using this as a vacation from their old ladies. They're not as lucky as I am. I don't need a vacation from you." Luke smacked me on th
e ass and walked over to the guys.

  I knew for fucking sure that I wasn't going to be looking for girl talk from the club sluts that were ready to service the guys each evening, but I was happy that I'd be there to keep an eye on my man.

  Chapter 16 -- Luke

  Wednesday, September 25, 2013

  I woke up to the smell of coffee in our hotel room. When I opened my eyes, I could tell by the light that peeked around the corner of the curtains that it was still early, and I looked over to see Krystal sipping a cup of coffee and reading.

  "Whatcha reading?" I asked, hoping that she had some coffee for me as well.

  She raised her eyes from the page and greeted me with a smile. "Trashy novel. Taking a break from schoolwork for a few days. Want some coffee?"

  "In a minute. Trashy, you say? How trashy?" I could tell that she'd made coffee in the room, rather than going out for it, since there was no way she'd have walked outside wearing the stretchy, lace-trimmed camisole and boy shorts she had on. I could see her nipples through the camisole, and I decided that I needed her to wake me up more than I needed coffee.

  "Well, let's see," she said, thoughtfully. "Right now, the cruel lord of the manor has our young heroine cornered in his bedroom, and he plans to do terrible things to her."

  I moved the thin hotel sheets aside and revealed my morning hard-on. I slowly stroked it as I asked, "What sorts of terrible things?"

  Krystal watched me with raised eyebrows. "Well, I imagine he's going to tear her clothing from her virgin flesh."

  "Oh, my," I said. "A virgin?"

  "Oh, yes," she answered, breathy and clearly aroused. "He'll expose her tender breasts, and he will show her the pleasures of the flesh." Krystal reached up and ran a finger over her hardened nipple while I watched.

  "So he wants to see her breasts?" I asked, running my hand up and down the length of my cock while I watched Krystal fondle her nipple.

  "Yes," she said, pulling the stretchy fabric down so that both of her breasts were exposed. She covered herself with her hands, except for the nipples on both breasts, which she squeezed between her thumbs and forefingers.

  "What else does he want to see?" I asked, feeling like the temperature in the room had risen ten degrees.

  She reached down with one hand and slid the crotch of her panties aside, revealing her pussy, already slick and glistening. "He wants to see her tight young pussy. He wants to see if he can make her wet for him, make her crave the feel of him inside her." She slid one finger inside herself, removed it, and slipped it onto her mouth, tasting her arousal.

  "Mmm," she said. "He's going to discover that though she is inexperienced, her body is made to please a man. She will know without having to be told where she should put her hands." Krystal got up, leaving her tits exposed, and walked over to the bed, where I lay with my cock in my hand.

  She moved my hands aside and took me in her hands, using the drops of moisture at the tip of my cock to lubricate her hand as she slid it down the length of me. "She will know where to put her mouth," she said, turning so that her back was to me as she bent to put her hot lips around the head of my cock.

  I could see her panties, damp and right in front of my face. I pushed the crotch aside and found her clit with one finger, as I pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy. "What else will she know how to do?" I knew Krystal couldn't talk with my cock in her mouth so I waited to see what she'd do.

  She slowly released me from her mouth, stood up, and still facing away from me, bent over and slipped out of her panties. She turned to face me. "She will know how to fuck," she said as she ran her hands over the tits I was dying to play with and straddled me on the bed.

  She hovered above my erect cock, and I reached up and pushed her hands away from her tits. I grabbed her full, round breasts and rolled her nipples beneath my palms before changing my grip and squeezing them hard between my thumb and forefinger, just the way she liked. Just the way that I knew would push her over the edge and make her unable to do anything but fuck me right then and there. I squeezed again, harder, and I watch her above me, arching her back and putting her hand between us to grab my cock and guide it inside her.

  Pausing with the head of my cock right at her slick opening, she looked down at me to watch my reaction. I looked up at her and realized that I would never grow tired of sex with Krystal. I wanted to push myself inside her, but I let her take control this time. She lowered herself so slowly, and the grip of her tight pussy around my hard cock nearly made me cum right away. I was determined that she would cum first, though, that she would cum all over my cock before I blew my load inside her. I wanted her to fuck herself senseless on my cock, while I watched and fondled her tits.

  She started to move, a sensuous motion that moved her pussy over my cock while working her clit against me. She increased her pace, breathless as she neared her orgasm. I held her tits, squeezing lightly and urging her on. Her speed increased again, and I took my hands off her breasts to grab her hips and watch the glorious sight of bouncing tits above me in bed. I pulled her hips down, shoving my cock inside her so hard that she gasped and moaned.

  "Krystal, you fuck me just right, girl." I watched her, writhing and riding me, working her clit against the base of my cock, and I grew even larger inside her, watching her ecstasy. "Tell me you're gonna cum," I ordered, command in my voice. "Tell me you're gonna come on my hard cock."

  She arched her back even further as she got closer to her climax. "Luke," she said, breathless. "I'm gonna cum all over your cock, and I want to feel you shoot your cum inside me. I want to feel you put all your hot cum up inside me."

  Done.

  I reached up and took hold of her tits, not bothering to be gentle, because gentle wasn't what she wanted. I took hold of the very tips of her nipples, the most sensitive ends. "I want to hear you scream." I squeezed hard, and I felt her grind herself into me, forcing my cock deep inside her.

  "Luke, I'm cumming," she cried, a hoarse scream emerging from her throat as the muscles of her pussy clenched so hard around my cock that I couldn't help but cum with her.

  I grabbed her hips again and pushed myself even deeper, pumping into her and watching her ride me as the waves of pleasure washed over both of us.

  "Fuck the coffee," I said after she'd slid down to lie next to me on the bed. I pulled the covers up, threw my arm over Krystal, and went back to sleep.

  ***

  It had to have been an hour later when I finally woke up alone in the room, bright sunshine streaming through the windows. I figured Krystal must have opened the curtains to wake my lazy ass up. I rolled out of bed and found a still-warm cup of coffee on my nightstand.

  "God, I love that woman," I said as I brought the cup to my lips.

  I stumbled into the bathroom and found Krystal's towel wet, so I figured that I should shower and get my ass in gear. As I pulled on my clean shirt and shrugged into my cut, I could hear voices — complete with Krystal's laughter — outside the room. Dressed and ready, I opened the door and blinked at the bright New Mexico sunshine.

  Although the morning was far too cool to contemplate a swim, everyone seemed to be gathered inside the fenced-off pool area. Most of the crew was sitting at the cheap plastic tables that ringed the pool, and Joker, Sally, and Nate smoked like chimneys. I saw Chuck handing Joker a metal flask that I was pretty sure didn't contain coffee, and Joker passed it off to Jay, who drank from it and stowed it in the inside pocket of his cut.

  "It's about fuckin' time, man," Joker hollered as I crossed the parking lot toward the group. "We were about to leave without you. I was gonna take your girl with me." He leered at Krystal in an exaggerated fashion that I assumed meant that he'd never have done any such thing.

  I wasn't terribly worried about Joker, because I was certain I'd never give him the chance to prove me wrong. "You'd bring her back, Joker. She's insatiable. Absolutely wore me out last night," I said with a straight face. Let 'em think what they wanted. I knew Krystal was m
ine.

  "You pussies ready to get on the road?" Sally asked no one in particular. "We have senoritas and tequila and all the bud you can smoke … all waiting for us at the end of the road today."

  I walked over to stand next to Krystal, where she sat with Zeno and Nate at a table, and she leaned her head over to rest up against my thigh. Zeno's reluctance to talk about their dealings in Mexico had been obvious for quite a while, and I decided to see if I could get some kind of comment from him. "It's not really gonna be all that crazy down there, is it, Zeno?"

  He studied me for a moment before he answered. "Let's just say that you can pretty much get anything you want while you're there and the guest of our amigos. There ain't much they can't get, and there ain't much they ain't willing to share. Until you cross them, there's never a problem."

  I could feel Krystal's muscles tense up.

  "Have you been there when things went bad?" Nate asked.

  Zeno stood up. "Yeah. And I don't ever want to see anything like that again." He walked out of the pool enclosure and over to his bike, firing it up with a yell. "Let's get the fuck outta Raton!"

  Krystal and I got ourselves settled in on my bike, and by the time we stopped to refuel and get some breakfast, I was starving. We headed into Denny's after lining our bikes up along the front of the restaurant, and I pretended to fiddle with one of my saddlebag while everyone headed inside. As soon as we were alone in the parking lot I leaned over to talk quietly to Krystal. "Zeno knows something about Moses and Mexico. I know it."

  "I think you're right," Krystal said, as she tucked the pieces of hair that had escaped from her braid behind her ears. "He and I used to be pretty close."

  "Will you talk to him?"

  "Yeah, I'll try," she answered. "As long as I can trust you not to crawl in bed with one of the senoritas tonight."

  I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in for a kiss. "Baby, you've ruined me for good. I don't want anyone but you."

  She threw me a smirk as she walked ahead of me into the restaurant, her hips and ass swaying in a way that let me know she was deliberately strutting for me.