Claiming Crusher: Savage Brothers MC (18 page)

Dani

I
want to
kill Zander for being such an idiot and I’m pissed off that yet again he’s insinuating I’m sleeping with two men. I would have thought he knew me better by now. It is one thing that I lead others to believe that’s who I am, but he should know better. I’m trying my best to get away from Ray so I can brain the big, dumb-ass Cowboy up the side of his head with this bottle. Him or Paul (I can’t see who) takes the bottle away and then Ray kisses the top of my head. He bends down to whisper in my ear and I go still. Still. It’s all I can be when I take in his words.

“Damn Kitten, when you leap, you go all in. Welcome to the land of the living, Doll-face.”

Once I’m still Ray lets me go. My urge to kill Zander is over though. Instead I let Ray’s words settle inside of me. He’s not wrong. When Zander is around I am…alive. I’m usually frustrated and wanting to kill and scream like a banshee—but I am alive. Never once, not once since getting close to Zander, (and really before that) have I been afraid of him hurting me physically. In fact, I’m so comfortable with that knowledge that I strike out at him, without the usual sick fear that comes when I’m around a man—any man. That is…extraordinary. It says…so much. Then, I concentrate on Ray’s other words. When I decide to jump… Shit! I’ve already jumped. I’m so deep into whatever this is with Zander that no matter what happens, he’s going to take a piece of me. That is stupid. That is monumentally stupid. I don’t have many pieces left, certainly not enough to be giving them away. It’s too late and just thinking of the consequences robs me of my voice. So, all I can do is shrug at Zander and walk towards the bar. I need to regroup.

*

Apparently a few
drinks and lame jokes is all it takes to make men best friends because Zander, Ray and Paul have all been joking and laughing, so much that they’re annoying the hell out of me.

“Don’t you have a job here or something?” I remind Ray, because I want to talk with Zander, or at least I think I do. It would be nice to at least have that option. He looks at me and that smirk he is wearing, annoys me. He knows what he is doing.

“I am working Kitten, I’m on a break.”

“It’s been an awful long break,” I mutter into my drink.

“She’s right, Crusher. We’ll talk tomorrow I figure.” He turns back to me before Zander responds, “I take it you’re going home with him and not Paul and me?”

“I don’t…”

“Yeah, I got her,” Crusher says interrupting my denial.

“Good job. I’ll probably stay with Ray then until clean-up is done. It’ll be late so we may stay in the office apartment in the back. Since you have company and all,” Paul adds, being about as subtle as a Mack truck.

“Jesus, why not just say Dani, we’re getting lost so you can get your brains screwed out by the hot cowboy-biker,” I mutter and apparently not too quietly because Crusher laughs—loudly, Ray and Paul do too.

“Paul and I are going to get lost so you can get your brains screwed out by the hot biker. Is that better, Kitten?”

“Oh loads,” I answer sarcastically. I ignore them all. When they leave, I continue ignoring Zander. Out of the corner of my eye I watch him stand up. He’s hovering over me waiting for a reaction. I don’t give him one. Apparently he can’t appreciate that he’s being ignored because instead of letting me continue, he sighs heavily (and loudly), then picks me up in his arms and starts walking out of the bar. Now I could complain and whine, but I don’t want to. I’ve wanted to be in Zander’s arms and alone with him since that kiss. So, I just lay against him and enjoy the feel of him holding me. In fact, it’s so nice, I decide to play.

I use my hand to pull his shirt up out of his jeans and slide my hands against the warm skin of his stomach. I push until the shirt is wadded up under his arms and then I slide my tongue against his nipple, flicking it before sucking it hard into my mouth with a groan. I’ve missed his taste.

Zander grunts softly. “Are you horny, Hellcat?”

I smile, biting down on his nipple. My man isn’t one for sweet words and seduction. My man. I like that. He can be mine, at least for a while. Surely the universe owes me that? I use my hands wrapped around him to pull his head down to me.

“I’ve missed you,” I whisper into this ear.

“Have you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, I’ve even dreamed about you,” I confess, using my nails to lightly rake down his stomach, grazing his nipples. God, surely we’ll be at his car soon.

“What was I doing in these dreams?” He growls, as I pinch his nipple, and bite down on the lobe of his ear at the same time.

“Fucking me,” I answer, knowing my words are getting to him and intending on making sure I drive him crazy. Somewhere in the back of my mind I marvel that I can be this free with Zander, even after he was such an ass. I’ll think about that tomorrow, tonight I want to be laid a lot. Is it my imagination or did the speed of Zander’s steps pick up? Not my imagination, I think because a second later we’re standing at his truck. He drops me gently to the ground so I’m standing. I lean against the side of the truck bed, and then his lips are on mine and he’s claiming my mouth. I don’t know how long we stand there kissing. I do know when we break away I have to heave oxygen into my system. His hands go to my waist and he’s undoing my belt. I should tell him no. We’re outside and though we’re mostly hidden by his truck and the car beside us, it’s still out in the open. I don’t. Instead, I unlatch his belt and go for the button and zipper next. I want…no, I need him inside of me.

“How was I fucking you, sweetheart? Tell me.” He orders, his voice deep and laced with need. I’m so wet and aroused that I don’t even argue when he pulls my tank top off and I’m standing outside with nothing covering my breasts but a white lace bra. He drapes my tank over the side of his truck and then pushes my pants down off my hips.

For a minute, my nerves get me. Then, I take in the look in his eyes and the need dripping off of him. That’s for me. Me. So I push it away and concentrate only on the here and now and Zander.

“You were eating my pussy, making me come over and over.”

“Does my woman like it when I eat out her sweet, little cunt?”

“God, yes.”

“That’s good to know, but I’m not going to eat you out right now. Do you know why, Hellcat?” He says, and his coarse words stall me. I can’t do anything but shake my head no.

He reaches down and finishes what I started with his pants. Pushing them off his hips, I notice he’s not wearing underwear. Zander always goes commando and I don’t think I truly appreciated that fact until just now. He takes his large, swollen cock into his hand and starts stroking it. My eyes are glued to his movements. I watch him slowly and firmly stroke his cock, moving slowly back and forth. The head of his cock is slick, wet, and glistens under the yellow beam of the outside light that illuminates the parking lot.

“I asked you a question. Answer me, do you know why?”

I couldn’t tear my eyes off his cock if I wanted to. My mouth is dry and I’m dying to touch him. So I reach out my hand to do just that. “No…”

Zander doesn’t let me touch him though. He grabs my hand and uses it to spin me around so I’m pressed against the side of the truck. My hands grip the top of the bed and I hiss at the cold metal feel against my stomach and breasts. His hands roughly pull my underwear down. He pushes against me, his cock slipping in my ass and pushing against the entrance, but not actually going in. His hand comes around and fingers push inside my pussy. I gasp at the intrusion and tighten my inner muscles against them, trying to ride.

“I didn’t eat out this sweet fucking cunt because it’s been too damn long since I’ve been inside of you and I’m going to fuck you and fuck you hard to make up for that. Right here, where anyone can see us. Right here, because I’m so fucking hard I can’t wait and you’re going to love every minute of it aren’t you, Hellcat?” His gravelly voice whispers against my ear, so smoky and thick it’s like I can feel the words pour over me. I’m lost in this man.

“Yes,” I tell him, because there can be no other answer.

“Yes, what?” He growls as his fingers slip from me. Before I can mourn their loss, he pulls at my hips and positions me and then slides into me. It’s fucking brilliant. My hands tighten on the truck, wadding the black tank underneath them, and I hiss at his hard intrusion.

“Fuck me!” I growl out, frustrated when he refuses to move.

That must have been the magic words because he begins sliding in and out of me, I thrust back against him, trying to meet him and drive him in deeper. He’s slamming me hard, so deep inside of me that I can taste him. My orgasm is building, I can feel it start and I want it, I need it and that’s when I see him. There’s a guy two cars away watching us. I can’t make a lot out. He’s hidden in the shadows, but I can see him reach down to his pants and take his dick out. My heart picks up a beat. I swallow. Oh shit.

“Zander…” I squeak. Stopping the way I grind back against him, so I don’t meet his thrusts.

Zander slaps my ass and pulls me back into him and it feels like he’s gone deeper than he ever has before. I can’t stop myself from clenching his cock hard and angling so he rakes the sides of my walls as he withdraws.

“Zander, we’re being watched,” I gasp but I don’t break our stride this time, I can’t. It feels too good.

Zander thrusts back in and holds still, slamming me against the side of the truck and pushing against me so tight he doesn’t allow me room to move. I look over my shoulder up at him and see he’s watching the other guy stroke his cock and then he looks down at me with a cocky grin, that I’ve seen probably a hundred times, but never as devilish as it is right now in this moment.

“Then let’s give him a show,” he says and my heart stalls. He can’t mean…

“Umm…I don’t want…”

That’s when he begins thrusting in and out of me again and his hand comes around to play with my clit at the same time. Oh God! The dual sensations wash through me and Zander knows exactly where to touch me to set me off. The muscles in my pussy start to quake and my stomach clenches with the release building inside of me.

“Look, Hellcat. See what you do? Just the sight of you getting fucked makes him so hard he has to stroke himself. He’s getting ready to come everywhere just because you’re taking my dick.”

“But, Zander…” I question, still not sure. I’m excited and I feel guilty for feeling that way. The truth is I do like it, but I don’t think I should.

“Hush, sweetheart and come for me. He can’t see you and he’s never going to have you. You’re mine and when he explodes all over himself just from watching you getting fucked? I’m going to fill your pussy so full of cum it’ll be leaking out of you for a fucking week.”

I bite my lip, still not a hundred percent sure. Then, Zander is fucking me harder and pinching my clit and demanding I take his cock. I watch the stranger’s hand move up and down over his cock, going faster and faster. Our eyes lock as my orgasm hits and I scream out Zander’s name, the guy’s hand is covered in his own release. A second later I feel Zander explode inside of me and a second orgasm hits me when his finger pushes into my ass. I feel so full, so stretched and I think I might black out as wave after wave crashes into me. When I’m finished, Zander is wrapped around me, His cock has slipped out but I still feel him pressed against me. I can feel the sticky wet liquid sliding down my legs and I should feel embarrassed, I don’t. I look over my shoulder at Zander.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” I say and my voice hurts, confirming that the screams I gave just minutes before were loud.

Zander grins that damn cocky grin again, and I can’t be upset. After the orgasms I’ve just had, he should feel cocky. Hell, I feel cocky.

“We’re just getting started Hellcat, we’re just getting started.” He says and then kisses me hard.

When we break apart, I look around to see and the guy is gone. Thank God. That would have been embarrassing. It’s hard to believe that before Zander I never really had consensual sex and now…now I’m having sex in front of strangers. What is he turning me into?

Dani. A small voice whispers from inside of me and I smile. I like being Dani.

Crusher

W
e’re lying in
bed hours later and I’m holding Dani in my arms. Finally, after a month of feeling unsatisfied, it’s like having a five course meal after being stranded on an island and barely surviving. Her head is on my chest, she has one arm wrapped around my waist and I have her hand close to my face inspecting the delicate bones of her wrist, the light dusting of freckles that dot her arm. My finger traces a light brown beauty mark just under the bone in her wrist. I bring it up to my lips and kiss it for no other reason than I can. When I look down at her she is watching me closely. There’s a look of such longing on her face. It makes me want to promise her anything in the world she wants and then bust my ass to make sure she’ll get it.

“What are you thinking, Hellcat?”

“Why do you call me Hellcat?”

“It fits you,” I tell her, only giving her half the truth.