Crusher

by Carson Mackenzie

  I entered my house with the thought that I needed to kick my own ass and slammed the door behind me.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Crusher

  The sound of a truck pulling up in front of my house had me walking out of the kitchen to the front door, then the sound of Speed’s motorcycle had me picking up my pace. I had the front door opened and was on the porch before the vehicles were even shut off.

  When Carly slid out from the passenger side, I looked her over before I spoke, “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” I stood on the porch as Carly made her way to me.

  “No, everything’s fine.” She stepped up on the porch beside me as I watched Sami jump out and wave over her shoulder after handing the keys to the truck to Speed who was reaching in the back seat. He pulled a bag out and headed in our direction.

  “What’s going on?” I asked as Speed stepped up on the porch, held the bag and keys out for me to take. When I did, Speed smiled at me, then looked at Carly.

  “Yell if you need me, little sis,” he said, bent and hugged her before stepping off the porch and walking to his bike.

  “I said don’t call me that!” Carly yelled and Speed laughed.

  “Is someone going to tell me what the fuck is going on?” Carly waved at Speed as he headed toward his house and then she turned and looked up at me with a smile I’d never seen on her face before.

  “Let’s just say, it hit me while you were gone today.” She turned and walked into my house, “You coming?” I followed her in and shut the door.

  “What hit you?” I stopped and waited for her to turn to look at me.

  “That I needed to be home.” She shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal that she wanted to go back to Haven. It wasn’t going to happen.

  “Fuck that. Do you think I am going to take you back to Haven? Seriously?” I tossed her bag and it landed in the living room. And the woman laughed. My head felt like it was going to explode and she was laughing. “I’m glad you find this shit goddamn fucking funny.”

  “When I said I needed to be home, it wasn’t Haven, it wasn’t the house I was staying at in town. Home, Crusher, is where you are and since you live here, I guess Black Hawk will be where I live too.” I moved toward Carly, picked her up in my arms, and headed for the stairs. “I’ll take this as an agreement on your part,” she said and wrapped her arms around my neck.

  “You better be sure, Carly, because when we enter my bedroom, your future is sealed. There will be no turning back.” I stopped at the doorway to give her time to answer. When she bit my chest through my t-shirt, I walked in the room, and kicked the door shut behind me.

  I know she was expecting me to take her hard, the last few weeks had been leading us to this moment. But not only was she still recovering and needed me to be gentle, I needed it that way too.

  Carly’s body slid down mine as I stood her on her feet, my hands at her waist. I took hold of the bottom of the t-shirt she had on and slowly pushed it up and over her head, revealing the see-through lace bra. Her rosy nipples peaked and showed through the cups of her bra, begging for me to touch them, lick them. She didn’t move but goosebumps formed on her skin as my fingers ran over her collarbone, then down the middle of her chest to rest on the hook that was holding my prize. With a flick the hook gave way, revealing more than a handful of her perfect breasts.

  I leaned down and captured one nipple between my teeth and used my hands to slide the straps off her shoulders and down her arms until the material fell to the floor. Carly arched into me, wanting more, offering everything. Releasing the nipple only to travel my tongue over the peak, circling, and then sucking it into my mouth, rolling the nipple with tongue. Her moan had my eyes going to hers only to find her head thrown back and her eyes closed.

  “Please, Crusher.” At her plea I released her breast, my hands running down her sides, hooking in the elastic of the tight pants that hugged her body, pushing them down, revealing the white creamy skin beneath. When the material reached her injured thigh, I took great care in moving the material over it. Once cleared I pushed the pants down to the floor and knelt so she could hold onto my shoulder and step out of them. With them out of the way she stood before me in nothing but her panties. I rose, running my hand up the inside of her leg until it reached her apex. The dampness of the panties as my fingers ran from front to back had her placing her forehead on my chest, her warm breath felt through my shirt, and she was panting.

  “You’re wet for me. I bet if I slide my fingers under the panties, they would slide into your pussy with ease.” I moved my hand and I had been right as my fingers ran through her folds, and up into her. I pumped first one finger in and out, then added another, her inner walls closing around them, trying to suck them deeper into her. I twisted my hand slightly and cupped her mound and curled my fingers to hit the spot that had her breath coming out rapidly and her riding my fingers. “Let go, Carly, cum on my fingers. Give me what I want, baby.” I felt her teeth bite down on the skin under my shirt as she bore down on my hand, pushing my fingers deeper. Her scream was muffled against my shirt as her body shook with her release and her juices coated my fingers and hand. Pulling my fingers out and from under her panties, I placed the glistening digits in my mouth and groaned as her sweet but salty taste hit me.

  Lifting her up, I laid her on the bed and ripped the panties from her body. By the time she started to recover from her orgasm, I had my clothes off and a condom laid out on the bed.

  “Hurry, Crusher,” she said, closed her legs and shifted as if to bring relieve. Then she moved to her breasts and she rubbed, squeezed, and plucked at her nipples. As I watched her my dick swelled to bursting. Being careful of her leg, I spread her wide and laid down to where my head was between her legs and I leaned in for the first swipe with my tongue. Fuckin’ delicious. My small taste just a minute ago had not done justice. Her pussy was moist, her lips swollen, and her nub was peeking from its hood of protection. The next swipe had her hands reaching for my head. My girl wanted control, wanted my mouth where she needed it the most. Not yet, the bedroom was my domain, she’d take what I gave to her and she would enjoy it, but it was on my timeframe.

  “Don’t ever hide what’s mine.” I lifted her legs over my shoulder, slid my hands under the cheeks of her ass, and shifted while opening her more to me. “Move your hands. Don’t try to control me. Relax and I will give you everything you want and need. I want to hear you scream my name, Carly, my real name when we are in this room.” I placed my lips around her nub and sucked, the move had her pressing her pussy harder against my face. I released the bundle of nerves to run my tongue from back to front. I licked, sucked, and nibbled, then shifted my hands to where my thumbs could reach to spread her lips. I pierce her with my tongue and I felt her pussy contract around it. I moved it in and out, mimicking what I wanted to do with my dick.

  “Crusher, please,” she said so breathlessly and when I pulled away, her hips began to wiggle and her pussy pushed up, not coming in contact with anything to bring her the relief she was searching for.

  “My real name, Carly. Give me my real name and I’ll let you orgasm and share in your pleasure as I lap up everything you offer to me.” I didn’t haven’t to wait long.

  “Damn it, Russ, let me come!” I bent my head, sucked her clit in my mouth, my right thumb in her pussy, the left one I pressed against her back hole and her scream echoed in the room as her orgasm rocked her. I pulled my thumb out of her pussy and replaced it with my tongue, lapping up every drop of her cream.

  I laid her legs down on the bed on each side of me as I knelt and retrieved the condom, ripping the foil open and rolling it down my length. Carly’s body was still shaking when I position the head of my cock at her entrance and pushed in. When I bottomed out, I leaned over her and rested my weight on my elbows.

  Carly had her one arm thrown over her eyes, “Look at me, Carly.”

  “I don’t think I can,” was her reply.

  “Why can’
t you look at me?” I would not tolerate her be embarrassed about anything we did in our bedroom together.

  “Not that, I don’t think I can have another orgasm.” I smiled because her voice sounded more filled with annoyance than it did of denial.

  I pulled out and thrusted back in and she moaned, “How about now, think you have another one in you?” She didn’t answer as I repeated the movement. I took her moans as my answer and rocked in and out slowly. When I pushed in, my pelvic bone hit just right, placing pressure on her nub.

  Pressure from my own orgasm building was bearing down on me, but I needed her to fall over the edge one more time with me. I pulled out, reached between us and thrusted back in, hard, and pinched her clit, sending her over with me as I filled the condom with my cum.

  I collapsed to the side of her and we both laid there catching our breaths. I turned and looked at Carly, her eyes closed, her face flushed, her chest rising and falling, and I knew that everything I’d done up to her would be insignificant compared to what we would do together.

  Carly snuggled into to me and whispered, “I’m tired.” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.

  Kissing the top of her head, I closed my eyes and listened to her breathing as it changed when she drifted into sleep. No matter what happened from now on, knowing that I would end my days like this would be all I needed.

  We woke and though I wanted to rollover and have her again, food was in order. I slid out of bed and I watched Carly stretch while I pulled on my pants.

  “Where you going?” Her eyes opened and followed my hand as I pulled the zipper up on my jeans.

  “Nowhere if I don’t get out of the room.”

  “Then don’t go and come back to bed,” she said and patted the mattress.

  “Food first and then I will bring you back to the bedroom. There are a lot of things I want to do to you. Some will have to wait until you are completely healed but I’m sure we can be inventive.” I walked to the door, opened it, and entered the hall. “See you downstairs in the kitchen.” Her ‘you are no fun’ had me laughing as I started down the stairs.

  Carly appeared in the kitchen just as I finished making the sandwiches. She was dressed but her hair still held the messiness of having just gotten out of bed. We each had taken several bites of food when my phone beeped. I pulled it out, looked at the screen, and frowned. When I looked up, Carly was staring at me.

  “Brax, a woman and man are down at the gate demanding to see Stroker or me. Stroker is on his way down. I’m going to go too. You can stay here and finish your sandwich.” I rose and she did too. “Carly, you don’t need to go. Sit back down and eat.” I started toward the stairs with her on my heels.

  “I’m not staying. Though I’m on leave, I am still a deputy with the sheriff’s department and if someone wants to cause trouble I should be there.”

  “Fine, I don’t have time to argue, Stroker was already on his way.” We got fully dressed and in the truck within minutes. As I pulled up behind the parked bikes, I recognized Speed’s, Coast’s, Devil’s, Flirt’s, and Jag’s—Brax must have called everyone. I looked over to the group of men lined behind Stroker as he and a woman spoke while a man stood by the opened back door of a limo. What the fuck now? I thought as I helped Carly out and we walked toward the crowd. The men parted when they saw me and as the space opened up my view landed on the woman, her dark brown hair styled pristinely and the skirt and top looked like the kind women had tailored to fit their form.

  I moved beside Stroker and the woman’s attention shifted to me and a pair of brown eyes looked me over. Fuck me, the woman standing before me had to be my mother ‘cause our resemblance could not be denied. She verified my assumption when she spoke.

  “Oh my, Russell, you turned into a such a handsome man.” Marianna smiled hugely at me and started to move in closer.

  “What are you doing here, Marianna?” Her smile left and she frowned at me.

  “I am your mother.”

  “You actually have to earn that title. You, Marianna, were just the woman who carried me. I get it was an accident brought about by another woman’s actions. I also know you were going to abort me but Stroker found out you were carrying his kid and made a deal with you to have me. Something like paying for the rest of your college.” Stroker put his hand on my arm. My voice stayed even but my insides vibrated.

  “Stroker, I see you poisoned him against me.” I stepped closer to Marianna, and Carly stepped beside me and put her hand in mine. I squeezed her hand but kept my eyes on Marianna.

  “Marianna, I told him the truth when he asked about who his mother was.” Marianna sneered at Stroker.

  “Of course you did,” she said to Stroker and turned back to me, “I was eighteen and in college. I wasn’t old enough to take on the responsibility of a child. My parents wouldn’t have understood and would have made me move home. There is a lot you don’t understand, Russell, and won’t unless it happens to you.” Marianna had nerve, I’d give her that.

  “Get in the car, Marianna, with that dude who I assume is your husband, and go back to DC, stop calling my phone. It was you, wasn’t it?” She nodded her head and I continued, “If you had spoken and told me who you were, I could have saved you a trip across country.” I was done, I asked about who my mom was when I thirteen. Stroker told me and I never asked again, my curiosity was filled.

  “Yes, he is my husband, Ron Stetson, the congressman. We’d love to sit down with you and talk, hear about your military service. You did really well in the Army,” she started babbling and I stared at her. She was only there because of what I had accomplished in the Army.

  “Why are you really here, Marianna. Is me or what my military career can do for your husband.” A look passed over her face and I knew I had nailed it.

  “Stroker, I’ll be up at my house if you need me. I don’t have time for this,” I said and Stroker nodded.

  “Ron is up for re-election and yes, your military service record would help greatly. Is that what you want to hear?”

  “Marianna, let’s just go. It’s obvious he doesn’t want you here.” Ron stepped around the door and put his arm around Marianna’s shoulder, she shook him off.

  “Look around you, Russell. There is nothing here. Not only would your military record help Ron, it will open doors for you in DC. The political parties love a hero. You saved those people in that outside market. Some of the congressmen still talk about it. They want you to come to DC and if you do, Ron will have their support, not only for re-election but for a few bills he is trying to get passed.”

  “You know nothing, Marianna! Do you want me to come to DC and talk with your friends about how I obtained that exemplary military record? Let’s start with my very first kill shot. I laid on top of a building for fifteen hours, my scope focused on an outdoor market 1600 yards away. Intel had told us it was on a list to be hit because American soldiers had been seen in the area. A ten-year-old boy walked in the market that day. Why did I focus on him? Because it was 125° that day and he was wearing a coat. When he opened it, he was strapped with a bomb that not only would have killed people in the market, it would have taken out half the fucking block. I fired and hit him in the head before he detonated it. Do you know what a .338 fired from a M24 at 1600 yards does to the head? I do. I see it almost every night when I go to sleep because you always remember your first kill. So is that what Ron needs to get re-elected, Marianna?” When she didn’t answer and just stared at me, I looked toward her husband.

  “Take Marianna and leave. Go back to DC, run for president for all I care, just don’t contact me again. And, Marianna, I know exactly what I have here. I don’t need to look around.” Ron turned her toward the opened car door but Marianna wasn’t done yet. She turned back to face me.

  “When you are sitting around the club with nothing, just like Stroker and the rest of them, remember I gave you a chance to get out of here,” Marianna waved her hand at the dads who stood off to the side,
“You enjoy your life, Russell, and your little club. Cutter is the luckiest one of them.” Several things happened, she turned back to her husband, I heard Speed’s ‘what the fuck’, then Carly had let go of my hand and was on Marianna before she could take a step.

  “Oh no you don’t!” Carly grabbed Marianna’s arm and turned her around to face her. “You don’t get to spew shit and walk away.” Marianna’s eyes went wide and Ron moved to step between them. I moved to intercept Ron but there was no need, Carly threw her hand up and Ron stopped in his tracks. “Don’t even fucking think about protecting her now, Congressman Stetson, or I will arrest your ass right here. She started this and I am going to end it. Then you can take your wife and get the fuck out of this county and state and not return.” Ron stepped back and Carly continued.

  “Don’t ever talk about my dad, Cutter. You might wear designer suits now but when the clothes are taken off there is still a skank underneath. You come in here whining you were young and couldn’t raise a child. Well boo hoo, age didn’t keep you from spreading your legs. Then you insult the leadership of this club. Men who have served their country, raised sons, and looked after every member in Black Hawk. Get a fucking clue, that’s what family does, bitch. Now get off Black Hawk land, forget you were here because we will as soon as you leave. Don’t come back either or I will arrest you before you hit the county line.”

  Speed slapped my back after Carly finished and stepped away from Marianna.

  I looked around and the men’s faces held a variation of smiles. My woman just proved that she would stand up for the club. I felt bad because she should have been home taking care of herself instead of dealing with this. But I would make it up to her.