Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(38)

“Hellcat, let’s move this into my room or better yet we can go home…”

She bites my neck again and it’s harder than normal, but the sting of pain feels good.

“But Zander, I want to suck you. I want to suck you hard. Don’t you want that?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, you know I do but…” I stop as she moves around to the side of me. She’s undone my pants now and my cock is hard. The head stands at attention begging her for more. Oh f*ck, I guess we’re going to do this. I’m not about to pass this up. Still, I try one more time before she has a chance to get down on her knees. “We should save this for a few minutes,” I whisper, though it can be heard because the room is dead silent now. “We can take it to my room Hellcat, so I can thank you properly.”

“But Zander, I’m on fire for you. I need to suck you…hard.” She says, one hand squeezes my cock and strokes it.

“You are? Even with everyone watching, sweetheart? If you’re okay with it then suck me, I’m dying for those full red lips.

“I’m more than okay with this, Cowboy. I’m too hot to wait. Don’t you ever get so horny you have to have it? So hot you feel like you’re on fire, Zander?”

“Fuck. You got me there now, Hellcat.” I answer, because she’s stroking me so firmly and it’s f*cking hot having others watch her pleasure me. Hell, my balls are heated up and ready to blow. This is going to be over almost as soon as she sucks me into that damned mouth.

“Really Zander? Are you hot?”

“On fire,” I growl. “Get down here and let me feel that damned mouth.”

“Will that cool you down, Cowboy?” She asks, leaning down into my ear. My eyes go to her breasts, her cleavage on display and I know I’m going to titty-f*ck her tonight too.

“Yeah…” I’m already lost, imagining my cock thrusting between those breasts and spraying cum all over her face.

“Are you hot as a summer day in Arizona, Zander?” She asks and I pull my eyes away from her breasts to look at her. Her voice sounds different this time. My head is foggy and there’s something…not quite right.

“You got me on fire for you Hellcat, you know that.”

“Good, then I think I should cool you down,” she says.

I smile. Finally.

Then I feel cold all over my cock and look down to see she’s poured the ice from my glass in my lap and all over my exposed dick.

“Well damn! Look there! I cooled you down too much, because it seems you have a case of whiskey dick, Cowboy,” she says and then pours the rest of the bottle of whiskey on me.

I jump up as she empties the last of the bottle on my dick. I’m busy trying to get the ice out from around my balls and abused rod, all while cussing. I really should have been paying more attention, because then I would have noticed she’s holding a rather large, black, overnight bag in one hand. She swings it hard at me. It slams me in the face, and I fall to the floor. My head smashes against the wood flooring and it’s a damn good hit, because that, combined with the alcohol I’ve consumed, almost blacks me out. The world goes gray, but I manage to hold on when I hear her yell to Nicole.

“Nic? I’m going to go spend some time with Ray and Paul. Call me if you need me.”

Then she takes the empty bottle of Jack and throws it hard against my alcohol-drenched cock.

“Since you’re getting bored, Crusher,” she says sneering my club name, “Move your f*cking shit out of my house while I’m gone.”

With that she stomps out and even in my drunken misery, I have to say she looks f*cking phenomenal. In the same thought, I realize I’ve lost any chance I ever had with her. Fuck.





Chapter 17




Dani


“I’m fine Nicole, I promise. It’s been good. Paul and Ray have been taking great care of me,” I say into the phone, looking out the small window of Ray’s condo that I’ve been staying in.

“You need to come home Dani, I miss you.”

“I miss you too, more than you know. I’ve needed this though, it’s been good for me and I’m finally going to therapy regularly. You’d be proud of me. I’m almost like a real girl now,” I joke.

Still it’s true. My month here with Ray and Paul has been good. It’s a month in which I’ve pulled myself together more. I’ve been going through therapy for survivors and that’s what I am. I’m not a victim. I am a survivor. I survived violence. Period. It’s developed into my daily mantra. I’m a survivor. I’ve let my past rule me for too long. I thought I deserved what Michael dished out. It doesn’t make sense, but that’s how I felt inside. I still have my moments, but I’m a lot better. I can’t spend my life like I have. I could have gotten Nicole killed. No matter what she or anyone says, that’s on me and I need to make changes. I have to make changes.

“Are you coming home?” Nicole asks and I want to say that my home isn’t there. Then again, my home isn’t here either. I have a lot to figure out. I may be hiding from my past, but Ray, Paul, and my sponsor are all right. I can’t let my past choke out whatever future I can make for myself.

“Maybe. What’s been going on there?”

“Not a lot. We have a new girl staying with us Caroline. She’s sweet.”