Prodigal Son (22 page)

“Bug, that really hurts, honey. Slow it down.”

“Shut the fuck up, you whore. You’re gonna take it any way I want to give it to you.”

Bug pulled his cock out and started to work at it with his hands, and it was clear that he was losing his erection. Angel could be in trouble, whether she knew it or not. Part of me knew I should step in and put a stop to the scene, but part of me was transfixed, unable to move, appalled at what was playing out in front of me.

“Jesus, you’re pussy’s so loose from all the guys you’ve fucked, you can’t even keep my dick hard.” He pulled her hair again, yanking so hard that she stifled a scream. “You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna fuck you in the ass. Right fuckin’ now.” He stroked his cock faster, and I figured that he was excited enough about the anal sex to get harder.

“No, Bug. I don’t have any lube. It’s going to hurt.” Angel sounded scared.

“Shut the fuck up, you cunt. You’re gonna take it, and you’re gonna tell me how good it feels to have my dick in your ass.” He spit on his hand, rubbed his cock, and bent his knees to put it inside her.

Angel started to cry, begging him to stop, and the sound of her pitiful cries shook me out of my stupor.

“Stop it, Bug. Leave her alone.” I walked around so that he could see me. “Pull your skirt down and get the fuck out of here, Angel.”

Bug held her down, a positively evil expression on his face. “You come around here ‘cause you want some, too?”

“Bug, I don’t really give a shit who you fuck, but I’m not gonna let you hurt this girl.”

He laughed. “Oh, you’re not gonna let me? How the fuck do you think you’re gonna stop me?”

“Bug, let her go. You don’t want me making a big scene out of this, trust me.” I wouldn’t normally have threatened him, but he’d officially pushed me past the point that I could keep my mouth shut.

He studied me for a second, as if he was unsure whether I’d really make a scene, and he backed up, letting her go and pulling his jeans back up. “Get the fuck out of here, you slut,” he said to Angel before turning his attention back to me. “And you? You jealous that I have to find other women to satisfy me because you’re such a lousy fuck?” He tucked his limp dick away and zipped his jeans.

I’d thought I could stick it out, and I’d been wrong. Without a thought for my safety, and with no idea where I’d spend the night, I turned around without saying another word. I’d decided — right at that moment — that I was going to pack a bag, leave, and never look back. I’d had all I could stand, and I remembered looking at myself in the mirror and the hope I’d felt, thinking that I deserved better. I was done.

I hadn’t taken more than a step toward the back yard when I heard Bug’s footsteps coming toward me. I turned to tell him to stop — to leave me alone, but I never got the chance. I saw the clenched fist coming toward my face, and tried to turn and duck, but I was too slow. Pain exploded along my jaw, and everything went black.

I
watched as her eyelids fluttered, and I breathed a sigh of relief to see her blue eyes, unfocused and confused at first, but clearing as she saw my face and started to smile, stopping as the pain kicked in.

“Wh … where am I?” she croaked, confused.

“You’re in the emergency room. You’re going to be just fine.”

“He hit me,” Krystal said, clearly remembering the events of the evening.

“Sure did. Angel told everyone that you’d stopped him from hurting her, and when I got around to the side of the house, Bug was gone, and you were lying on the grass, out cold.”

Krystal put her hand to her jaw. “Jesus, it hurts.”

I reached down and carefully brushed her hair back from her face. “I’m sure it did. Bug’s a pretty strong guy, and he clearly didn’t hold back.”

“Where is he?”

“Don’t know. We didn’t call the police. Joker didn’t think it was a good idea. He said that Bug has a house full of knives and guns, and he was afraid that it would look bad for the MC.”

Krystal grimaced. “Sounds like Joker. Taking up for his brothers above all else.”

“A month ago, I’d have insisted on calling the cops, but not today. If I ever lay eyes on Bug again, he’ll be sorry he was ever born, and if he so much as thinks about touching you again, I’ll kill him.”

Krystal looked worried, and she tried to sit up. I gently pressed her shoulder back down onto the hospital bed.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere, and you’re safe. I’m in no hurry to sort things out with Bug. His day of reckoning will come, and I won’t have to do a single thing to make it happen.”

Krystal seemed to relax a little, and she looked up at me with the tiniest of smiles. “I’m glad you’re here, Luke.”

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.” I moved from the bedside chair to sit on the edge of her bed. “Krystal, I meant what I said earlier today. We are meant to be together. You’re mine, and I’ve learned how and when to protect what’s mine. Baby, no one is ever going to hurt you like he did, not if I can stop it.”

“Luke, I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. I don’t need someone to fight my battles for me.”

“Krystal, you may not need it, but you’ve got it. I did a lot of thinking on the road, and I know what I want. I want to be a Savage Son, and I want you. That’s it. It’s that simple. And I’m not the kind of guy who’s going to wait around and hope that I get what I want. Not anymore. I want you, and I’m gonna have you.”

“You know what’s funny, Luke?” Krystal asked. “I had just — right before he knocked me out — decided that I was going to leave Bug once and for all. It had nothing to do with you, either, but it was a decision I had to make for myself.”

Krystal stopped talking as the physician’s assistant came in the door.

“Ah,” he said, seeing that his patient was awake. “Krystal, nice to have you awake and alert. How’re you feeling?”

I stood up and got out of the way so that the man could examine Krystal, check her responses, and assess whether she was thinking clearly. He told her that there was — surprisingly — little chance that she had a concussion, and that their x-rays had shown not a single broken bone. He looked at me before he continued, and I noticed some hostility in his gaze.

“Krystal, I know this wasn’t the result of an accident. Is there anything we need to know about how you were injured? Anyone we should talk to?”

I could see him inclining his head toward me, and I realized that he thought that I might have hit her. Before I could say a word, though, Krystal spoke up.

“I get what you’re asking. My ex-boyfriend hit me, and Luke is just cleaning up the mess. I don’t want to press charges, and don’t want to talk to the cops. I’m sure it won’t happen again.”

“You know, we don’t usually see women in here just once for domestic violence, Krystal. You’ll be safer if you press charges and get a restraining order.”

“No need. Luke will keep me safe, and if I see my ex around again, I’ll call the cops right away. That make you feel better?”

“I guess that’s the best we’re going to get, isn’t it?” he asked, not convinced in the least, but resigned to her right to make her own decision.

I finally stepped forward. “She’ll be fine, and we appreciate your taking such good care of her.”

He nodded and turned back to Krystal. “As long as you’re feeling okay, we’ll go ahead and get started on your discharge paperwork.” He looked at his watch. “I’m afraid you’ll miss most of the fireworks, but at least we’ll get you home in a couple of hours or so.”

Krystal shook her head and winced, holding her jaw. “That’s quite all right. I think I saw enough fireworks this afternoon.”

It was nearly midnight by the time I helped Krystal out of the car after the valet opened her door. He was circumspect enough to keep any comments to himself, as he hurried to get the door for us, too. I kept my arm around Krystal’s shoulders while we walked to the elevator and she wrapped her arm around my waist for support as we left the elevator and headed for my suite.

“I intend to wait on you hand and foot,” I said, as I got her settled on the couch and went to get an extra blanket to cover her up. “I’ll head downstairs and get you any toiletries that you need.”

Krystal looked tired as she sat there, watching me fuss over her. “You know, I had turned around to go inside and pack a bag, when Bug came at me. I wish I’d had a chance to get my things.”

“I’ll take you by there tomorrow to pick your stuff up. I’ll call ahead and get Joker to make sure that asshole’s not there. In the meantime, what do you need for tonight?”

She thought for a bit. “I could use a hairbrush, toothbrush, and toothpaste. That’s all, I guess. I’ll just throw these clothes on tomorrow until I get mine back.” She looked up at me. “Hey, do you mind if I take a bath while you run downstairs? I feel like I need to wash this day off.”

“Anything you want, baby,” I said, covering her hand with mine. I leaned forward and pressed the gentlest of kisses on her mouth, hoping I wouldn’t hurt her. “I’ll go run the water for you if you’d like.”

She smiled and nodded, and as I laid out the thick white robe and added some perfumed bubble bath to the hot water, I realized that being around Krystal — even after the awful circumstances of the afternoon — felt right and made me happy. She came into the bathroom before I left, and I watched, speechless, as she stripped out of her clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on the expansive counter, and slipped into the water.

She sighed as she eased herself into the hot water and I watched, aroused, as the bubbles covered her breasts.

“Heaven,” she said, looking at me with a smile. “Thank you, Luke.”

“Want a glass of wine?” I asked before I left the room.

“Hell, yes,” she laughed. They didn’t give me painkillers, and I think a bath and a glass of wine will send me right to sleep.”

“Your wish is my command,” I said when I handed her a glass of the very same red wine that she’d had the first night I’d met her.

I scooped up her clothes from the counter, figuring that I could find someone in the hotel willing to launder them overnight, and I headed down to the front desk.

When Krystal finally emerged from the bathroom nearly an hour later, I’d poured myself a scotch and was standing in front of the window, looking at the city lights.

“Better?” I asked as she walked into the room carrying her empty wine glass.

“I feel like a new person,” she answered, looking even younger than she usually did, with all of her makeup washed away and her hair all wet.

“How’s the jaw?” I asked, as I poured her another glass of wine.

“Sore,” she answered. “But it could have been worse, I guess. If people hadn’t been there, he might have hit me more than once.”

“You’re never going to have to worry about that again,” I said. “You’re safe now.” I pointed at the end table next to the couch. “I got you a little something.”

She smiled at me and looked puzzled. “Where did you find a shop that was open? It has to be nearly midnight.”

“Oh, I talked the nice lady at the front desk into opening the gift shop for me. Thought you might like this,” I said, pointing at the box that the woman had thoughtfully wrapped.

Krystal untied the ribbon, and lifted the lid on the box, pushing aside the tissue paper to see what was inside. She reached in and lifted the pale pink silk straps, letting the rest of the nightgown ripple to the floor. “Oh, my,” she whispered reverently. “That’s just gorgeous.”

“I guessed at the size, but I figured you could use something lovely and soft to sleep in.”

“I’ve never had anything this beautiful,” she said, eyes shining.

“Well, that ends right now,” I answered. “Want to try it on?” I asked, dying to see what she looked like in silk.

She left the room and returned, having brushed out her long, dark hair. She stepped inside the room, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She looked sweet, and my heart just ached at the thought that Bug had hurt her so badly. I tried to ignore the fact that I could see the hard buds of her nipples beneath the thin silk, and I held my arms out to her. She crossed the room and laid her head on my chest as I wrapped my arms around her.

She looked up at me. “Thank you, Luke,” she said.

I couldn’t resist, and I bent to kiss her, gently, because I didn’t want to hurt her, but I was surprised when she pressed her lips to mine even harder and opened her mouth, her tongue seeking mine.

“Come to bed with me,” she said.

“I thought you might just want to sleep, with everything that’s happened today,” I protested, trying desperately to ignore my hard-on.

“I’ll sleep,” she said with a smile. “But first I want you to make love to me.”

Without another word, I picked her up and carried her to bed. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that she hadn’t said that she wanted me to fuck her, and I was pleased at her choice of words. I had every intention of fucking her, hard, fast, and every way we could think of, but some nights — this night — was for making love.

I slid the silk from her perfumed skin, and I licked and sucked her nipples, pleased to slip my hands between her legs and find her wet and ready for me. As I looked down at her, gorgeous, beneath me in my bed, I couldn’t think of any place I’d rather be. I slid my cock into her, and we both gasped with pleasure. I took my time, with slow, deep strokes intended to bring her to orgasm slowly and surely. When I felt her breath quicken, I drove a little quicker, savoring the sensation of having every inch of my cock covered by her pussy.

As I felt myself start to lose control — felt my own orgasm beginning — I looked down at her to find her blue eyes seeking mine. We held our gazes while the wave of our mutual climax rose and subsided, and not until I shuddered at the very end, did I let myself relax and fall to the side of her naked body, careful not to hurt her. I wrapped her up in my arms and drifted off to sleep, happy to have Krystal in my arms, safe and satisfied.

Friday, July 5, 2013

I
opened my eyes, and had no idea where I was. I felt a warm body and strong arms wrapped around me, and the events of Independence Day came back to me in a tangled rush of horror, pain, and deep satisfaction at Luke’s body beside mine. I realized I was naked and that I needed to pee, so I shifted a little to see if Luke would let go so I could slip out without waking him.