Stryker's Salvation (A Savage Saints MC Book 3)

by J. Lynn Lombard

  She smiles at a prospect sitting at the island and my blood boils. A deep snarl passes through my throat making the prospect’s face drain of all color. Holly turns around and rolls her beautiful brown eyes in my direction.

  “Don’t be such as ass,” she sasses me. Holly puts her hand on her hip, staring at me. Giving me her fucking sassy. I will fuck the sass right out of her.

  I stalk toward her, expecting her to back away, but there’s a fire in her eyes the closer I get. Which makes my cock extremely hard against the zipper of my jeans. I reach her in three quick strides and gather her curls in a fist, pulling her head back. She shudders. Fucking shudders and it turns me the fuck on.

  “Mine. No one smiles at you ever again.” My voice is rich with lust as I watch Holly lick her lips. The little pink tongue darts out making them moist.

  “Now you know that’s impossible, Stryker.” Holly answers. Her chest is heaving up and down at a rapid pace. She’s turned on as much as I am.

  “Bobby.”

  “What?”

  “Call me Bobby when you want my cock, Lil’ Bit.”

  “Bobby,” she repeats. The look that passes through her eyes is unmistakable.

  A groan passes my lips and my mouth crashes onto hers hard and unforgiving. We’re a tangled mess of tongues and teeth as we devour each other right here in the kitchen. My fist grips her hair tighter. Holly moans into my mouth pushing her body flush against mine.

  “This is going to be hard and fast Lil’ Bit. I’ve been dying to be inside your hot pussy since I watched you slit that bastard’s throat.”

  “Then fuck me like you mean it, Bobby.” She threads her hands through my short hair, dragging her nails against my skull. My cock rocks against her stomach. I lift Holly up and place her on the counter. I look over my shoulder and the prospect is still sitting there with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open.

  “We have an audience, Lil’ Bit,” I say through clenched teeth.

  “I really don’t fucking care right now.” Holly pants against my mouth, presses her clit against my straining cock, trying to find relief. She might not care now, but she will once I ravish her beautiful body.

  “Get the fuck out now, prospect.” I bark. The chair slides back, making a scraping noise across the tiled floor. Heavy boots follow and I see the prospect out of the corner of my eye adjusting his dick in his pants. He heads to the living room and my mouth crashes onto Holly’s again.

  She fumbles with my belt buckle, hurrying to get her slender fingers on my aching cock. I help her remove my buckle and unzip my pants, letting my hard cock free. Her warm fingers wrap around my shaft causing a moan to escape the back of my throat. She slides her fingers up and over the head of my dick, coating her hand with the pre-cum leaking out of the tip. She twists and pulls. Sliding her hand up and down my shaft. I feel tingles work their way up my spine and pull back. Holly pouts but quickly moans when I pull her down off the counter and strip away her jeans. My fingers work over her clit making her body hum to my ministrations. I slide my fingers through her wet folds. She bucks her hips into my hand, creating friction on her clit.

  I flip her around so it presses her chest against the counter, ass in the air and smack it. Holly squeals but I smooth the sting with my palm. She moans and backs up into me.

  “Does my Lil’ Bit want it rough?”

  “God, yes. Quit teasing me, Bobby.”

  I line my cock up to her entrance and push inside of her right to the hilt. A groan passes Holly’s lips as I plunge into her hot, wet heat. “Fuck, you feel perfect.”

  I pull out and push back in again. Her pussy clenches my cock with every stroke. In and out, my groin hits her plump ass while I bury myself balls deep into her. I push her shirt up so it’s resting at the top of her tits. I grip her hip with one hand and gather her messy curls with the other. I pull her head back and Holly moans, arching her neck. I kiss my way up her spine to her neck.

  I need my lips on her tits, so I pull out and turn her around, lifting her on the counter. Holly spreads her legs apart, watching me. The love and lust in her hooded brown eyes is my undoing. I pull one nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking on the hardened peak while I take her pussy with my cock, hard and deep. Holly moans and scratches the back of my head, causing a shiver to roll down my spine. We’re a sweaty mess on the countertop but I don’t care. I keep driving in and out of her, while she rolls her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. I flick her clit with my thumb then pinch it. Holly moans and her pussy squeezes my shaft hard, coming all over my cock.

  “That’s it, Lil’ Bit. Come all over me. Make it messy, Lil’ Bit.” I kiss her neck driving my cock hard into her in one last thrust as tingles work their way up my spine and into my dick. I come so hard, black spots don my vision. I hold her close while I catch my breath and empty everything I have into her pussy, marking her mine.

  “Holy crap, Bobby. I love you,” Holly says against my lips.

  “I love you, too.” I kiss her lips and pull my cock out of her pussy. I tuck it back into my jeans. “Now let’s party with the rest of the brothers and relax. Tomorrow is a big run for us.”

  “As long as you do that again, I’m all for it.” She hops off the counter, pulls her shirt down and puts her jeans back on. “I’m going to freshen up really quick.”

  “Use my room. As a matter of fact, I’ll have the prospects move the stuff you have here into my room. That’s where you’ll be staying for now on. Might as well make it official.”

  She looks at me with wide eyes. “Are you asking me to move in with you, Stryker?”

  “Yeah. Well, I’m more telling you to move in with me. You know, I’m an ass and all.” Holly laughs and it goes straight to my cock, waking it up again. “Holly, will you share my personal space with me?” I bat my eyelashes like a schoolgirl.

  She laughs again and walks up to me so we’re standing chest to chest. A beautiful smile on her face. “I’d love to move in with you, Bobby.” Holly wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me hard on the lips. Before I can deepen the kiss and scoop her up to celebrate, a throat clears behind us.

  “Coming in. Better be dressed.” Kayne shouts from the doorway. He strolls in, looking at the two of us. Holly turns around to face him, her cheeks are beet red. I wrap my arms around Holly’s waist, pulling her back against my front. “The prospect said to not come in here, but my girl needs a drink. Make sure you clean up after yourselves.”

  Kayne pulls two Cokes from the fridge and shuts it with his hip. He walks over to us and gives Holly a brotherly kiss on the cheek. “Welcome to the family, officially. When you’re done, we need to celebrate.” He looks at me and I nod my head.

  “We’ll be out in a sec,” I answer.

  Kayne disappears out of the kitchen. A few seconds later, the music is turned up in the living room. Hoots and hollers come from that direction. We walk, hand in hand toward the noise. The club brothers are drinking and shouting, partying it up. Poison and Siren are dancing in the middle of the living room. Some Patch Whores are milling around, dancing and looking for a brother to fuck for the night.

  Poison spots Holly and me and heads right for us. She grabs Holly’s hand and pulls her out onto the makeshift dance floor. Holly tries to pull away, but Poison isn’t letting her go. Once they reach the middle, Holly lets loose and dances. Her moves make my mouth water and my cock instantly springs to life. I watch as she runs her hands through her hair, moving her hips to the beat of the music. Poison and Siren are surrounding her, moving with her. It’s one of the most intoxicating sights I’ve ever seen.

  Kayne and Blayde stand next to me. Together, the three of us watch our women let loose and have fun. “Are you ready to give it to her, brother?” Kayne asks.

  “More than ready,” I answer. Kayne nods to a prospect and he disappears. A few minutes later he comes back with a leather cut in his hands. He hands it off to me and I approach Holly. They turn the music down and everyone gathers around us. Ho
lly turns so she’s watching me with a huge smile on her face.

  “Holly, I have something for you.” My throat is tight with nerves so I clear it before continuing. “We’ve been through a lot to reach this point. Without you bringing me back to life, I’d still be suffering. I’d still be fighting the voices in my head telling me I’m not good enough. Telling me I’m a monster. You’ve helped me fight these demons inside my head. You’ve brought peace to my chaotic mind. You’ve become my salvation. Will you wear my patch proudly?” I pull up the leather cut to show her. On the back it has our logo in the middle with Savage Saints as the top rocker and Property of Stryker as the bottom rocker. On the front it has two patches, Holly and Ol’ Lady just below it on the left breast.

  Tears are streaming down Holly’s face and she hasn’t wiped them away. “I’d be honored to wear your cut, Stryker.” The clubhouse roars with cheers and whistles from her answer. I slip it over her shoulders and help her put it on. Pride fills my heart while Holly stares at me with a huge smile on her face. I gather her into my arms and crush my mouth down onto hers. The kiss is chaotic just like us.

  Holly breaks away first and whispers in my ear. “Thank you”

  “Anything for my Lil’ Bit. Whatever you need or want, I’ll give it to you.”

  Poison and Siren crowd around us, pulling Holly away from me. “We’ll be back.” Poison says over her shoulder. “She has an appointment now.”

  They disappear into the makeshift room set up for Talon and he follows behind them, closing the door. Kayne slaps me hard on the back, “Welcome to the other side brother. It took you two a while to get here but thank fuck you finally did.”

  The front door opens and Reaper steps inside. I know I have to make amends with him and now is as good of a time as any. I approach him with heavy steps.

  “Can we talk?” I ask.

  “Of course. Let’s go outside.” Reaper leads the way back out the front door. Once we’re outside he starts first. “I want to apologize to you, son. I had no idea what your mother was doing to you until it was too late.”

  I look up at the moonlit sky, praying to the Biker Gods I can get out what needs to be said. Pray for forgiveness and strength. I look at my father with a new perspective. I no longer hold anger or resentment to this man standing beside me. Because of Holly, I’m looking at him the way a son should look at his father. With love and adoration. Reaper’s long black hair, just like Siren’s, is woven into a tight braid. His green eyes watching me, waiting for me to say something.

  “It’s not your fault. I’ve been thinking about everything that’s happened. You didn’t hold a gun to her head and make her do those things to me. You didn’t make her abuse me all those years. That’s on her, not you. I’m sorry for everything I said and have done against you. I want to be able to start fresh. From here on out, I want to be your son.”

  Reaper nods his head with a grin on his face. “I’d love nothing more than to be the father both you and Siren need. I’m glad the two of you found each other and have each other to rely on.” He holds his hand out for me to shake.

  “To new beginnings.” I take his hand and shake it.

  “To new beginnings,” he echoes. My father slaps me on the back, giving me a hug. “Thank you, Bobby. For forgiving me and the mistakes I made.”

  “Anytime, Pops. Now let’s go back in and celebrate.”

  Together we walk inside, father and son. Reaper and Stryker. Something tells me even though we’re on good terms, our club will need us to be stronger than what we were before.

  Epilogue

  Rooster

  Locked inside my communications room, the bass of the music pumping through the system vibrates the surrounding walls. The party’s going full swing. Stryker deserves all the happiness he can get, but my stomach is turning with the shit I’m pulling up. Girl after girl missing for the last twenty years. Most of them were from the age of five up to sixteen. Some missing children were boys too.

  This is some sick shit Dean Kingston and his father Drew, who’s Holly’s father too, is involved in. I’ve started back years ago, but I’m thinking I will have better luck starting now and working backward. I scan some photos and one catches my eye. She’s around sixteen and is staring into the camera. Her body is skinny and defeated, but the look in her eyes is full of determination. They didn’t get her to submit in this photo. She’s ready for a fight. I check the dates. It’s about ten years ago, so I toss it to the side. Even if they didn’t break her then, I’m sure she’s broken now.

  I pick up another photo of a little girl around four years old. She has little blonde ringlets tight against her head and tears streaming down her face. Something about her looks familiar, but I can’t place my finger on it. With no parents listed or last names, I’ve got to do this all from scratch. Scanning their photos into the computer and run facial recognition on each of them. It’s taking a while because most of these girls are either runaways or out of state. I check the date on the little girl’s information and it’s only six months ago. I’ll start with this one.

  I scan her photo into the computer when there’s a knock on my door. I stand up and stretch. Walking over to the door, I unlock it and let whoever’s on the other side in. Kayne steps inside looking around.

  “How’s it going?”

  “It’s terrible, Prez. I haven’t found shit yet.”

  “Rooster, you’ve been holed up in here for the last few days. Come enjoy the party, get your dick wet and have fun. We have a big run tomorrow night and I need everyone’s head in the game.” Kayne slaps me on the back and pushes me out of the room. No matter how much my mind is on these missing girls and want to find them, Kayne’s right. It’s consuming me and that doesn’t end well for anyone who relies on my skills.

  I crack my neck from side to side and enter the party. Patch whores are everywhere so my pickings won’t be slim. I spot Siren and Blayde grinding on the dance floor. Her slim, lethal body moves graciously to the beat of the music while Blayde cops a feel. Those two are just as bad and Kayne and Poison. They don’t care who’s around while they get it on.

  Speaking of Poison, she comes sliding up to Kayne and me. He wraps his arm around her shoulders pulling her into him. The kiss they share is long and deep, making me wish I had a certain someone I can take my aggression out on and kiss like that, but she’s off-limits. And she hasn’t been here in a few days. Not since I showed her what it’s like to be a part of this club.

  My mind drifts back to the woods when I had Alyssa pushed up against a tree. The heat from her pussy pushing into my aching cock. Her scent washing over me, making my mouth water with want. How I’d love to sink inside of her and fuck her six ways to Sunday. I adjust my cock and scan the room. Nope, she’s not here. But my favorite Patch whore, Tiffani is. She’s watching me from the dance floor with a come hither look on her face. She crooks a finger in my direction, asking me to come join her. Might as well. The one I really want is off limits and they don’t call me Rooster for shits and fucking giggles. I’m the biggest cock in the hen house and Tiffani is my next hen.

  I’m not proud of the shit I’ve done with my dick, but sometimes you have to adjust the game plan to keep your head in the game. And tonight my dick is leading the way. I strut over to Tiffani and grind against her ass. Her lush curves fit my palms as I feel her full tits heaving with want. Tiffani rolls her hips into me as she brings her arms over her head and grabs my hair. Fuck, this woman knows what she’s doing with her body. We dance and grind against each other for a few songs before I need a break and some air.

  I pull away from Tiffani, “I’ll be back. Don’t you dare fuck some other brother while I’m gone.” I stake my claim on her, warning her she’s off-limits to another club member tonight. That pussy will be mine. She nods her head and licks her lips. My eyes drop to her wet lips. Her breathing picks up and lust shines in her hazel eyes. I kiss her hard before I pull away. Staking a further claim on her.

  I w
alk to the kitchen, adjusting my growing dick in my jeans and grab a beer. I pop the top and take a long pull, letting the cold liquid soothe my dry throat. I walk out the back door and the cool breeze drifts over my heated skin. I shut the door, muffling the beat of the music inside. I walk to the edge of the back porch and peer over the side. Shuffling feet near the garage catches my attention. I quietly make my way over to that direction. I wonder if the thick lust in the air inside has a couple of people sneaking out to get some ass. It’s happened before.

  I’m not entirely an exhibitionist, but I don’t mind watching people fuck if they’re up for an audience. A groan piercing the quiet night moves my feet faster. I see a streak of blonde hair running out of the corner of my eye. The figure following the blonde hair has my blood boiling. It wasn’t a groan of ecstasy, but a groan of fear. Someone’s chasing baby princess and by the looks of it, she wants nothing to do with them.

  He corners her against the side of the garage and cages her in with his arms. I stop my prowl waiting to see who it is and what his next move is. It’s not one of my brothers. He’s not wearing his cut and I know every man patched in or wants to be.

  “You’ll do what I tell you to do, bitch. Or you’ll never see her again.” He barks against Alyssa’s ear.

  “I can’t. You have to understand. These guys will kill me if I do.” Alyssa sobs.

  The man punches the wall right next to her head making her jump with fear. “I don’t give a fuck. Dean wants inside information. The last bitch came up missing. I want you in there or you’ll never see her again.” He punches the wall again and stalks away, leaving Alyssa sobbing uncontrollably. She falls to the ground, curling up into a ball.

  Once the man is out of sight, I approach Alyssa slowly. I rub her back gently and she jumps.

  “Rooster? What are you doing here?”

  “That’s what I was going to ask you, baby princess. What the fuck is going on?”

  “I can’t tell you.” She whispers.