Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(95)

Now that I was out, now that I was an adult, I set out to turn it around.

I survived hell, and I knew there were others still living in it, and a lot of them had it even worse than what I went through.


My goal became to get them all out, one by one, if that’s what it took. No matter how long, or how hard or dangerous it became, it was worth it if I saved just one girl from one more day of suffering.

I grew up, I told my story, and I put my abusers away. The trial was torture, but I got what I wanted. Ten years each. I did my best to put it all behind me after that.

I changed my name to give myself a little distance, a little autonomy.

Then, I worked my ass off until I got into the exact position I needed to be in to do what I had decided I was put here on this Earth to do.

Stop the madness. Stop the abuse of women and children by predatory monsters that wanted only to use them up and spit them out. To do so, I became a monster myself. A one woman army fighting day and night, living and breathing my mission until I was the mission.

There was no personal life. There was just my life. And all the others I planned on saving along the way.

I was determined to let nothing get in my way, and so far, nothing had.

Not until now. Now, I had a problem. An obstacle.

And it was standing over me, watching the blood stream out of my mouth with a joy so evil that it was oozing from him. The thick, heavy strike of his leather boot on my ribs pushed me back six inches in the dirt and my eyes began to blur as the flesh around them began to swell from the impact from his fists moments ago.

One by one, the stars in the sky disappeared, as did his voice, and I lay there motionless, staring into the immense blackness as it engulfed me completely.

From far away, I could hear his evil laughter echoing in my mind until it slowly morphed into a loud, overwhelming vibration that rang throughout my entire body. The trees towering over me, the rocks that lay on the ground beside my lifeless body – the very sky itself – began to vibrate violently and for so long that I finally melted into it, drifting off with the sensation, becoming one with the shaking, until all the pain was gone and I slept the most peaceful sleep I had ever slept in my entire life.





Chapter Three


Ryder


I awoke to the sounds of crickets chirping outside my window, and a tongue twirling warmly around the shaft of my hard cock. Groaning, I reached down and sank my fingers into Cherry’s copper curls and sank my cock deeper into her skillful mouth. Tiff’s perky breasts pressed into my side as she squirmed against me, her soft body wrapping itself around me in the darkness.

After hours of sinking myself into both of them after returning to the clubhouse, I had drifted off to sleep. But, as usual, the girls were insatiable, only allowing me a brief time to rest before they were begging for more. And by begging, I mean taking. Asleep or not, you’d be hard-pressed to find any man that could resist the hardening of his cock in the presence of these two.

They knew exactly what I liked, and how I liked it. They also knew what I didn’t like. And that was the most important skill of all.

I was all business. Don’t get me wrong, I was more than happy to get serious between the sheets, or against the wall, or up against a tree in the middle of the woods, but once it was over, I had no time for messy feelings or clingy women. I wasn’t old man material. I never had been, and I never would be.

Cherry and Tiff knew that, even if Cherry tried to get a little possessive sometimes. Every now and then, I’d have to remind her of the limits of our interactions. And sure, Tiff was technically our prospect Thorn’s occasional squeeze, but as the President of the Gods of Chaos MC, I had earned the right to be with any of the club girls I wanted. Unless she was someone’s old lady, and there was only one of those around these days. Most of the brothers weren’t too interested in making these girls a permanent part of their lives. Sure, they might take a liking to one or two, but they were rarely attached to anyone in particular. So, I borrowed Tiff every now and then.

I liked the way she tasted. And she reminded me just how much by climbing up and straddling my face at the same time that Cherry smoothly mounted my cock. They rode me simultaneously, deliciously rocking their beautiful pussies against me, their lips and tongues melting together above me. The sound of their moans filled the clubhouse as we worked with a triple goal in mind. Tiff’s * was like velvet against my tongue, as I f*cked into both of them over and over, our bodies meeting in the space between, slamming into each other again and again, harder and faster with every sweet, debaucherous thrust.

Cherry tightened around my cock, her spasming * rhythmically pulling me over the edge as I reached up, and grabbing Tiff’s hips, I pulled her down towards me and pressed my tongue into her deeper and deeper until she was thrashing above me, the three of us coming together in a symphony of moans and soft screams, our voices echoing into the darkness of the still black night.

We collapsed in a pile of naked limbs on my bed, the girls cooing on either side of me as I caught my breath, our chests rising and falling in the quiet room. This time, the girls drifted off to sleep, and I gently untangled myself, leaving them cuddled together as I snuck off to the shower.

I cherished times like these. Rarely was there anything quiet about the clubhouse. The sounds of the party had faded long ago, and I knew all too well the scene that would greet me when I opened the door that led out of the peaceful privacy of my room and into the chaos of the clubhouse. But every now and then, I was blessed with being awake during those moments in between the chaos.