BOX SET - CHAOS KINGS: Chaos Kings Motorcycle Club BOOKS 1-4

by Lawless, Linny

  “The customer service business is fun. I like my job as a salon specialist. I enjoy making someone happy when they need a fresh look and I give them that new look. I can tell you like to make people happy too, Sam,” she beamed one of her pretty smiles at me.

  “I want to thank you, Tanya… For being kind to me. And helping me come out of my shell. I’m not used to having friends. I’m used to being around people who only want to take from me…. But then, maybe that’s all I’m good for…”

  I looked down at my wine glass, fighting the tears. She placed her soft hand over mine.

  “Don’t ever say that again, Sam. Whatever those disgusting dogs did to you is not who you are. You know what I see? I see a survivor. A smart and brave raven-haired beauty. I can only imagine the hell you lived through. But you are here now. With me. With Ratchet. With the Chaos Kings.”

  I smiled at that.

  “For the first time in my life, I feel safe, Tanya. Safe and free…”

  “Yay! Good! Now let’s get our drink on and watch a tough chick flick! Have you ever seen ‘Thelma and Louise’? No? Well, you’re gonna love it!”

  We sat on her couch and she hit the play button on her remote.

  The sound of three quick knocks came from the apartment door.

  Tanya went to the door and looked through the peephole.

  “It’s Ratchet and Gunner.”

  She unlocked and opened the door. Ratchet’s eyes immediately searched and found me on the couch as he came in with Gunner following him. His brow knitted together with a look of concern? Worry? Fear?

  “Sorry for crashing your night. Came back for Sam to get her to the clubhouse. Gunner is hanging back with you, Tanya.”

  * * *

  Ratchet rode me to the clubhouse above the speed limit. I leaned with him as he took turns and his thick body felt tight and bunched up with tension. He didn’t say anything to me before we left Tanya’s except to hold on tight.

  As we walked into the clubhouse, I saw only Chaos. All members of the Chaos Kings MC were there; sitting at the bar, smoking and playing pool. Wez and Magnet were there and of course Spider the VP and Rocky the President.

  Ratchet patted my rear and leaned down into my messy, tangled hair.

  “Go on into the bedroom, Sam. I have to meet with the brothers. It’s ok. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

  I nodded and smiled at all the Chaos who looked at both of us. They all stopped what they were doing and nodded back to us.

  I went to the bedroom Ratchet chose for me to stay at what felt like so long ago. I couldn’t sit. I paced back and forth alongside the bed, biting my thumbnail. That anxious warmth spread again from my ears to my chest. That feeling of fear, of drowning. Something must have happened between Ratchet and Sid. I could feel it as we rode to the clubhouse.

  Fifteen minutes later felt like an hour. Ratchet’s huge frame came through the bedroom door. He shut it behind him.

  “Come here, Sam.”

  I ran and crashed into him. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, nearly strangling him.

  “Mmm… there’s that sweet smell,” he mumbled into my hair. Then he pulled me away from him.

  “I just came back from the Steel Cage, Sam. Talked to Sid and told him you belong to me now. But I needed to get you back here safe. Gunner will stay with Tanya to make sure the Hounds don’t show up at her home. She’s ok with Gunner there.

  I knew Sid would not give me up so easily. He was the VP of the Hell Hounds MC. I felt his hold on me just then. I would never be free of him. And now I just put everyone I care about in danger. Ratchet, Tanya and the Chaos Kings MC. These few weeks were just a taste, a tease. A taste of what it would feel like to be cared for, protected, loved. It was short lived. I knew that someday soon I would be living back in Hell again.

  I came down on my knees in front of Ratchet. Looking up at him, seeing the alpha territorial look in his eyes, I began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. He reached down to grasp my fumbling hands.

  “Sam, stop. You don’t have to do that…”

  “I’m not stopping, James. Not this time.”

  I tugged his jeans and boxers down and his already hard cock sprung free an inch away from me.

  I cupped my hand under his balls and caressed them as my tongue darted out and flicked the head of his heavy shaft. His skin was silky smooth when I tasted him for the first time. His head rolled back and I heard him groan.

  “Fuck, Sam… I think about this every day. Your soft pouty lips on me.”

  I felt him gather a fistful of my hair in his huge warm hand, but he didn’t move. He didn’t push me. He just stood there frozen, waiting to feel my lips and tongue.

  I licked underneath his shaft from the head to his balls and back up again. A quiet little moan came from my throat. I swirled my tongue around the smooth head and took half his cock into my wet mouth.

  He sucked in a sharp breath and exhaled through clenched teeth, as I pulled him away from my mouth and dove him back into it. I took as much as I could and his head rubbed against the back of my throat. My mouth was slippery wet and full of my saliva. My pussy was just as slippery wet as I worked his hard cock in and out of my mouth, caressing his balls that started to bunch up and tighten.

  “I can’t hold back much longer, Little Rabbit. I’ll explode in your sweet, warm mouth.”

  His voice was strained as he watched my head bob back and forth, his hips moving to my rhythm. I applied a light suction with my mouth and tormented him.

  Suddenly his fist tightened in my hair and warm thick cum shot against the back of my throat. I stayed determined, swallowing all of him as his juice pumped and squirted. He roared at the same time as he exploded in my mouth and made my pussy gush again with more wetness.

  His breathing was shaky and a sheen of sweat broke out on his hairy forearms. He released his tight grip in my hair. His pulsing cock slipped out of my mouth and I looked up at him.

  “Sam… My brave, beautiful, Sam. That felt so fuckin’ good. So much more than I imagined…”

  We laid together on the bed. I curled up next to his bulky frame and took in the scent of his leather cut beneath my cheek. His arm was wrapped around me; his breathing was steady again.

  He pulled away from me and shifted his bulky frame to lean on his forearm and stared at my lips.

  “The first time I saw you, I pictured those sexy lips of yours on my cock. Then I saw that dick-wad rub up on you, and that look on your face.”

  His hand reached up and his finger traced the side of my face and pushed a bit of my hair behind my earlobe.

  “Then you shot out of that bar stool so fast… I chased after you… and caught my little rabbit. And here you are. With me.”

  The tenderness I saw in his eyes made my heart skip a beat.

  “You are a survivor, Sam. You escaped your hell. And you belong here with me now. With Chaos.”

  He lowered himself over me, pressing his hard chest against mine. His tongue glided into my mouth. It wrestled slowly over and over against my own.

  * * *

  His breathing was steady against my ear as I lay there, my back pressed up against his warm chest. I slid out from under his arm draped over me. I got dressed and tip-toed out of the room and out to the open bay door to the clubhouse. The sun was just beginning to rise over the surrounding trees and a chill was in the early morning air. His brothers had all gone home late the night before, leaving just me and Ratchet alone here.

  I hugged myself and closed my eyes, inhaling a deep breath. I held it for a few seconds and exhaled.

  Every moment I spent with Ratchet made me feel alive. I could breathe. I was safe. Those delicious tingles he made me feel with his kisses and touch made me feel happy for once in too long a time. Or maybe even for the first time in my life. He didn’t look at me like I was a used-up whore. A whore that had been violated. He never saw the bruises on my body, my face.

  “Sam!”

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bsp; I turned around to see him walking toward me; jeans unbuttoned, belt unbuckled and boots untied. He gripped my folded arms and squeezed.

  “I’m ok.”

  “Don’t ever fuckin’ do that again.”

  His brows were drawn together.

  “I just needed a moment to myself. Needed to get a breath of air.”

  I was crushed against his hard-bare chest. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.

  “You scared me this time, Rabbit,” he grumbled against my ear.

  I pressed my cheek against his chest, listening to his heart thumping fast.

  “Well, long time no see, Nomad.”

  I thought he was talking to me, but I followed his eyes down to his feet. A grey cat rubbed up against his calf.

  “Not sure why, but he came around rubbing on my leg like this that night I spent the night here with you. This is the first time I’ve seen him since.”

  The cat looked as if it had lived a long time fending for itself. A feral cat. I had seen feral cats come around the Hell Hound’s clubhouse before. Most of the time some of the Hounds would shoot and kill them with bee-bee guns like they were playing some carnival game, making bets on which one they could kill.

  “I think he likes you too. I’ll be back. Let me find a can of something for him to eat.”

  I stood there looking down at the lone cat, as Ratchet walked back into the clubhouse. I didn’t stoop down to pet it even though I wanted to. Ratchet came back with an opened can of food and placed it on the ground a few feet away from me. The cat walked over immediately and purred as it began to eat the contents.

  “Never had any pets growin’ up. But I never had a problem with dogs or cats. I admire them. They don’t have sick evil intentions like us. They just adapt. And have the instinct to live. Breathe.”

  His voice was flat, monotone as if he was reliving something from his childhood.

  He stood up suddenly

  “So, I guess we can call him Nomad?” I tilted my head, smiling up at him.

  “Yeah, let’s call him Nomad. Now come back inside, Sam. I think he’s got the right idea. I wanna rub up on you,” his mouth lifted into a smile.

  We left Nomad to his can breakfast and I took Sam back into the clubhouse. I gave her the reins. I gave her the control and she rode my rock-hard cock. She was so uninhibited, impaled on me, back arched, sweat glistening on her flushed little soft body. She gyrated her hips with greed and took what she wanted from me. And I gladly gave it to her. Her perky tits bounced as she moved above me. She moaned and cried out as her slick wet pussy spasmed around my shaft with her climax. And she brought me over the edge as I pumped my cum up deep inside her.

  Ratchet slouched in a wing-backed chair alone at the funeral home, dark blue necktie loosened. The funeral services were over and everyone had left. The only other person there was the funeral director. Ratchet stared down at his cell phone sitting on the coffee table in front of him, next to a powder blue box of tissues. It rang once and Ratchet snatched it up and pushed the receive button.

  “Hello, Grandma?”

  “Hello… is that you, Son?” her voice was soft.

  “Yeah, it’s me, Grandma. It’s James.”

  He heard her start to cry and sniffle.

  Ratchet listened to the sound of loud pipes from several bikes pulling into the lot outside the funeral home.

  “Oh, Son…”

  “It’s my fault, Grandma. I should have done something, Take Mom away. Protect her from him –“

  “No, son it’s not your fault. Don’t ever say that again. She did the best she could, she loved you so much. You were her life.”

  Ratchet squeezed his eyes to stop the tears, but they sprung anyway and one ran down his face to his chin and dropped on his thigh.

  “Now listen to me, James. I want you to come see me and we’ll talk. I live on 2389 Henderson Lane. There are some things I need to tell you about your mother, James.”

  “Ok, Grandma. I’ll come see you first thing in the morning.”

  “OK, Son. That will make your grandma very happy. I love you, James…”

  “Love you too, Grandma… bye…”

  He came through the door as Ratchet shut his flip phone. It was his father, dressed in riding boots, faded jeans and his cut. A little grey sprouted through his deep brown hair and long beard. He was a hulk of a man walking toward Ratchet with the familiar gate that was not unlike his own.

  He came to a stop above Ratchet. His stance was wide and he looked down at him. When he pulled his shades off, Ratchet saw his own eyes looking down at him.

  “I guess I didn’t make it in time for the services, Son…”

  Ratchet was off the wing-back chair, his forearm up against his father’s burly chest and with a growl, pushed him up against a concrete podium.

  “Get out!” he growled through a clenched jaw an inch away from his father’s face.

  James Senior grabbed his son by the biceps, suddenly realizing Jimmy was as strong as he was.

  “Or what, son? You ain’t no better than me. She coddled you, made you into a fuckin’ pussy! That’s why she couldn’t take it anymore. Drove me away, drove everyone away…”

  * * *

  Sam hugged me tight with her soft thighs and arms as I rode her away from the clubhouse. I drove her toward the mountains and found a quiet spot next to a secluded winding road and kicked the stand down. The gurgling of water several yards in the woods could be heard as I walked Sam on a dirt path. We came to a clear water stream. The dirt path was the only giveaway to the secret little spot that only a few people knew about. A huge boulder was anchored off the edge of the stream.

  “Let’s sit here, Sam. We need to talk.”

  She sat on the rock first and I lowered myself to settle next to her. I didn’t know where to begin. I looked at her pretty face, strands of her raven hair blew in the breeze. Those pouty, adorable lips. I placed my hand on top her small one.

  “I’m a spitting image of my dear ol’ dad – James Racette the first. I look like him. I sound like him. But my mother was a soft-spoken woman, couldn’t hurt a fly. My father, on the other hand, was the opposite, he liked to hurt. Liked to beat me and smack me around when I was a kid. He called me a pussy every other week, said I wasn’t a Racette. Both my mother and I were just a burden to him. We were the reason he couldn’t hold a job for more than a month. My mom was also the reason he couldn’t keep his dick hard enough… Yeah, he told me that on a few occasions too.

  He’d leave us from time to time for months. Mom struggled and had help from friends. My grandmother was there to help whenever he was gone. But he’d always come back. New job, new clothes and a reason to take care of me and mom. We were all afraid of him. My grandmother would go away but made sure she left us with enough food and an apartment where a lease was paid in full for 12 months. My mom would get a job, but when he came back in town, he made her quit and tell her to forget any of the new friends she met. He was a Racette and he would provide for us.

  When I was a teen, I got into small scraps and fought at school. I took out my anger and fear of him out on other boys my age. Trying to prove I was tough enough for him, a bad-ass Racette boy. I also got mixed up with selling weed and smoking it when I could, which helped pay for groceries or anything my mother needed.

  I came from school one day and my dad showed back up at our apartment complex. He rode into the parking lot on an old shovelhead, along with five other bikers. They all wore the same cut as him. He was patched in with the Hammer Heads MC, a diamond club out of North Carolina. I knew a bit about MC’s but not much.

  My dear ol’ dad found us and came to celebrate his patching in with the Hammer Heads. Once off his bike, he lumbered over toward me. He was still large and fearsome to me. He slammed a meaty fist into my shoulder, telling me I grew like a weed. Then he introduced me to his brothers. He wanted to see my mother. I followed him and his members up the stairs to my apartment. And I was full
of dread. I’ll never forget the look of defeat and emptiness in my mother’s eyes when we walked in. He grabbed her around the waist and planted a kiss on her cheek bellowing out, ‘Poppa’s home! Time to celebrate with my new club brothers, Babe!’

  They stayed for five nights. My piece of shit father kept my mother in her bedroom with him. Five nights I heard her cry behind her bedroom door and feeling that ache in the back of my throat, not able to stop him.

  I didn’t go to school those days. Just stayed with mom, ran out to score some coke and dope for Dad and his brothers. Didn’t know what else to do, I thought maybe they would finally leave one day soon.

  The fifth night, I came through the apartment door and saw my mother crying. He had a fist full of her hair, dragging her out of the bedroom. He pushed her down to her knees on the floor, still holding a fistful of her hair.

  ‘Dumb, Bitch. Thinks she can make my son grow up to be a fuckin’ pussy!’

  The other fucking members chuckled, sitting on the couch and the kitchen table playing cards, smoking pot, doing lines of coke on my mother’s little mirror they stole from our bathroom.

  Everything turned red before my eyes seeing my mother on her knees. I came at my father with all I had. Both my fists gripped onto the front of his cut. I yelled at him to get the fuck off my mother, calling him a sick piece of shit.

  I didn’t see him let go of my mother’s hair. His fist slammed into my temple with a powerful hook and I went down.