Prodigal Son (18 page)

She reached down and guided my cock to her pussy, hovering so that the head just brushed her opening. I wanted to be inside her, but her teasing, slow pace was making the wait delicious. She finally, slowly lowered her body onto my cock, and I was completely buried inside her. She moved — a slow, sexy motion that made it feel like I was reaching every inch of her tight pussy. She ground down on me, rubbing herself from side to side on top of me, and I could tell that she was getting close to cumming as I felt her muscles start to tighten.

I lifted my hips, and she started to writhe, working my cock and her clit at the same time. She reached up and grabbed her breasts, and I imagined her squeezing her nipples as she started to go over the edge. I grabbed her hips as I started to cum. Holding her hips, I felt her muscles start to pulse around me. We came together, and she screamed as I called out her name. She bent forward when she’d finished, and I could see my cock still inside her, stretching her wide, and I knew right then that no other woman would ever be Krystal’s equal.

I’
d been a little worried that Luke would be kinda boring in bed, and I couldn’t have been happier to be wrong. First of all, he was fucking huge. I’d never been with a guy as big as he was, and he sure knew how to use what he had! I was in the master bathroom, trying unsuccessfully to make my hair look like I hadn’t just been fucked, but I settled for just making sure I didn’t have eyeliner smeared across my face. Rather than walk all over the suite looking for my clothes, I opted for one of the amazingly thick, soft white robes that was hanging in the master bedroom.

“The menu’s on the table,” Luke said when I walked back into the living area. “Order anything you like.”

I picked up the menu and a bottle of sparkling water from the bar. I didn’t want to wake up in the morning with a wicked hangover — assuming Luke let me sleep at all. I walked over to the love seat and looked at Luke. He sat on the sofa, bare-chested and wearing only his broken-in jeans. He looked relaxed and sexy as hell. He held out an arm, indicating that he wanted me to sit down next to him.

“That was fucking fantastic,” I said, sitting down and feeling a little ache deep inside me from his huge cock. I smiled at the reminder of how good he’d felt.

“I’m not finished with you,” he said. “I’m gonna feed you and take you back to bed.”

“Or maybe that enormous tub?” I asked hopefully.

“Hm,” he said, stroking his chin as if he were deep in thought. “Both?”

“Deal,” I said.

I opened the menu and tried to focus on the extravagant dishes that were listed — at outrageous prices — but I was distracted by two things. Luke was toying with a piece of my hair, twirling it around his finger, and I realized that I really liked Luke. Not just for the sex — which if I was honest was the best I’d ever had — but because I actually liked him as a person.

“See anything that looks good?” he asked.

“It all looks amazing. I want one bite of everything on the menu.”

“You mind sharing?” Luke asked, as he leaned over to look at the menu with me.

“Not at all.”

“How about if I order a bunch of different things, and we can share them?”

I smiled up at him as he stood up to walk over to one of the phones. “That sounds perfect.”

While Luke ordered, I thought about pinching myself. Bug, in addition to being an impotent, abusive asshole, absolutely refused to share his food. He had gotten so pissed the few times I’d asked for a bite of his meal — on the few occasions when we went out to eat — that I’d just stopped trying. As far as I could tell, other than not being as assertive as I usually liked, Luke appeared to be an absolutely perfect man, and I wondered how long it would be before he realized that I was seriously damaged goods and left me behind.

A little down after having realized that I was nowhere near good enough for Luke, I got up and poured myself another glass of wine. He’d asked me what was bothering me a couple of times already, and I decided that maybe I should just tell him about the mess I’d gotten myself into. Who knew — maybe he could even help protect me from Bug and his vengeance. I could sure use some help from someone.

“Dinner should arrive in about half an hour,” Luke said after he hung the phone up. “The woman who took my order sounded surprised that we only needed place settings for two. It’s possible that I over ordered.”

I laughed. “Well, I’m freaking starving, and we might find ourselves in need of a midnight snack, too.”

Luke sat back down next to me. “I like the way you think, Krystal.”

I took a deep breath. “You asked about what was bothering me. Do you really want to know?”

“Absolutely.”

Even though I knew Luke was different from other guys I’d been with, I was still a little surprised that he wanted to hear my bullshit. “Okay, here we go.”

I told him the whole story about Bug having stolen my money and the way that I got it back. Luke had laughed at the fact that Bug had been drooling in his sleep as I drove away, but when I told him that Bug had come to my apartment just a few hours before, he realized how serious the situation was.

“He really called you that?” he asked after I’d told him all I could remember of Bug’s phone call.

“Yeah, and he swore he’d get me when I least expect it.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Well, I’d thought about calling Joker and telling him what Bug had said.”

Luke sat up straighter. “That’s a perfect solution. I’m sure Joker will take care of Bug for you.”

I shook my head. “No. I thought that for a second, too, but there’s no way. He’ll take Bug’s side because they’re brothers in that stupid fucking motorcycle club.”

“Wait a minute, Krystal. You say that like being brothers is a bad thing.”

“Luke, you don’t even get it. Those fuckers will back each other up, no matter what they’ve done wrong. Joker might stop Bug from killing me if we were standing in front of him, but I wouldn’t even bet on that. Bug treats me like trash, and that’s okay — perfectly normal, even — for the Sons.”

“I know you’re upset, but you can’t really mean that.” Luke put his hand on my arm. “I’ve spent some time with the Sons this week, and they’re good guys.”

“I’m sure they are good guys to you. They’re all excited about meeting Joker’s son, but if you had something they wanted, they wouldn’t hesitate to run you over.” I stood up and walked over to the window, frustrated because I knew that Luke didn’t have the history that I did with the Sons. “You don’t know them like I do.”

“Actually, Krystal, I know them better than you realize. At church on Sunday, the Sons are gonna vote me in as a member, at least, I hope they are.”

I spun around and my jaw fell open. “What the fuck are you thinking, Luke? Why the hell would you want to be a member of the Sons? You have a college degree and a good job, for God’s sake. You’re fuckin’ out of your mind.”

“Jesus, Krystal, you sound just like Sable.”

“Well, maybe you should listen to your mother.”

“She’s only my birth mother. She left me behind because she didn’t want her life screwed up, and she doesn’t have the right to tell me what to do.”

“Even if she’s right?” I felt like my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. Luke couldn’t possibly make it as one of the Savage Sons, even if they did vote him in. He wasn’t hard enough, not that I was gonna tell him that.

“Sable made her choices, and I’m going to make mine.”

“Luke, I just don’t understand. Why are you doing this? Are you leaving your job?”

“I’m taking a leave of absence, and my reasons, quite honestly, are none of your business. I’ve learned that I shouldn’t discuss club business with anyone who’s not a member.”

“Jesus,” I shook my head in disgust. “You sure learn quick. So you want a guy like Bug for a brother. That piece of shit?”

“Krystal, I don’t really know Bug. Honestly, from what you’ve told me, he doesn’t sound like a good guy, but I’m not gonna get in between the two of you.”

“Wow.” I picked up my shirt from the floor. “You’ve got a thing or two to learn, Luke Callaway.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Well, if you’re too big a pussy to stand up for what’s right, then I don’t know that I can stand to be in the same room with you any longer.”

“What the hell, Krystal? You come in here with your sob story about some shithead that you were stupid enough to get involved with, and you want me to rush to your rescue? Maybe you should be more careful about who you sleep with.”

I stood still, staring at Luke, unable to believe what I’d just heard. I walked into the bedroom, closed the door, hung up the fancy bathrobe, and got dressed. When I walked back out to the living room, I had composed myself enough to string a sentence together.

“You’re right, Luke. I should be more careful about who I sleep with, and you were clearly a mistake. I thought you might be different, and I was wrong. The only difference that I see between you and the Savage Sons is that you’re too weak to take what you want. You’re gonna back off and let Bug beat the shit out of me, and I hate you for that.”

“Krystal, I’m not gonna let Bug beat the shit out of you, but I’m not gonna get involved, otherwise. You need to work this out for yourself. He probably didn’t even mean what he said, and you need to sort out the mess you’ve made with him.”

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, Luke. Bug is shit, and the Sons are poison. Moses wanted to make things better, but he’s dead, and that cesspool will never change.”

I walked to the door and turned around to look at Luke, trying to decide what to say, and I decided that nothing I said would matter anyway. I opened the door, walked out, and let the door slam behind me. When I got to the elevator, part of me hoped that Luke would come rushing out of the room to stop me from leaving. He might not be as tough as I would have liked, but he was a good man, or at least I wanted to believe he was. Determined not to cry in the hallway, I waited until the elevator doors closed behind me to let the tears start running down my face.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

T
he whiskey burned my throat, just as it had for the first two shots I’d downed.

Joker threw his arm around me. “A Son and a brother. You’ve made me proud, Luke.”

“Thanks, man. Glad the vote went the way you said it would.”

“Never any doubt, son. You’re part of the family.”

Joker headed over to the bar to order yet another round of drinks, and I headed to take a leak. I was gonna have to slow down the whiskey, or I’d be passed out before sundown. I locked the door and looked in the mirror. I was a Savage Son.

“Quite a week,” I said aloud. “Yesterday a Harley, and today a member of an MC.”

Joker and Zeno had driven me up to one of the dealers in town on Saturday morning so that I could pick out a bike. Apparently, you had to own a bike to be voted in, and since Joker had asked the Sons to waive the hang around period that was typically required of prospects, I hadn’t wanted to push my luck. Joker had offered to give me one of his bikes, but I didn’t want to take advantage of his good nature. And besides, I had wanted my bike the second I laid eyes on it. It was a 2013 Harley Davidson Dyna Street Bob FXDB, loaded with nearly every option they could add on. It had set me back just over fifteen grand, but it had been worth every penny. Even Bug had looked a little jealous when I’d rolled into the clubhouse parking lot after an hour’s ride on Saturday night.

I’d been worried about Bug and how he’d vote, but he and all of the guys had followed Joker’s lead, and the vote was unanimous. Joker had told me — as a formality — that there was no guarantee that I’d be voted in as a full member in a year, but he seemed certain that it was a done deal. After the club had voted me in, they’d also approved the plan that I laid out for the legal weed business. I’d been worried that they wouldn’t vote for such a big operation if it was pitched by a guy who wasn’t even a full member yet, but Joker had insisted that I present the plan. There had been surprisingly little resistance, and most of the guys said they were ready for an Arizona run to pick up some supplies to get us started.

I was really worried about Krystal, and I couldn’t get her out of my head. I’d picked up my phone to text her more times than I could count, but each time, I’d deleted the text rather than sending it. I hoped she was alive, but she was the one who’d walked out on me, after calling me a pussy, of course. As much as I liked her, I wasn’t going to chase after her like a kicked puppy. I had plenty going on without worrying about some girl with shitty taste in men. Even though I knew it would be awkward, I’d hoped I’d see her around the clubhouse just so that I knew she was alive, but so far, nothing.

Back out at the bar, I watched Bug and J.C. approach me.

“So this weed biz is all your idea, huh?” Bug asked, in a tone that was neutral — neither friendly, nor hostile.

“Yeah,” I answered, taking a drink of my water and hoping that it would help prevent a hangover. “I was talking to Joker about the problems after y’all had to … change your business arrangements, and it sounded like you needed a new source of income.”

“Major understatement, man,” J.C. agreed. “Zeno’s the only one of us who works a full-time job, and as far as I know, he’s the only one current on his house payment.”

“So you think there’s enough money in the legal weed business to make it worth our while?” Bug asked. “We have to divide it up into a lot of shares.”

“Yeah, I know,” I agreed. “It’ll take a while — I think a year — before the business is completely self-sufficient and making real money, but when my parents died, they left me with a little money, and I’m backing the startup costs. I have an attorney who’s going to draw up the paperwork, and Joker wants us to sit down as a club and review the important parts of it.”

“Shit, man, we don’t use fuckin’ lawyers for our business deals,” Bug snorted, dismissively. “You think you can bring your fancy-ass college degree in here and tell us how to run this MC?”