Stryker's Salvation (A Savage Saints MC Book 3) Page 7

  “Since that one time you caught me. I was so fucked up. You were always in my head, so close but just out of reach and didn’t know what to do. She was there, but the whole time I thought of you.” Stryker’s cheeks turn red from his admission. “That broken look you gave me was my undoing. I knew no matter who it was, it wouldn’t be good enough. They weren’t you. I’ve wanted you for so long I thought I was going to lose my mind worse than I already have.”

  “Why did you wait for so long?” I ask, caressing his cheek.

  “Because I thought I wasn’t good enough for you. You deserved better than me. My head is so fucked up because of my past, sometimes I believe the evil tormenting me.” Stryker swallows hard. “When I’m near you, the voices take a backseat. They don’t come rearing back and overpowering me. You do that for me, Holly. You’re my salvation.”

  Hearing Stryker’s confession makes my heartbreak and soar all at once. It breaks for the pain he’s been through but soars to know I’m his salvation. I’ve never been someone’s special before. I lean up and pull him down on top of me. I kiss him with everything I have. I break the kiss and sit us up. I quickly remove his cut, laying it down next to us. Stryker grips the back of his t-shirt and yanks it over his head, making his stomach muscle ripple. It’s one of the sexiest moves I’ve seen. I lick my lips watching him. The snake tattoo inked on his chest, hiding the scars of his past is prominent on his skin. I run my fingers along the intricate details. A shudder passes through Stryker’s body. I look up at him through my lashes. His eyes are closed and a smile graces his full lips. He opens his eyes, staring right into mine. Staring straight into my soul. Stryker leans down and kisses me again, gently pushing me back against my bed and settles between my open legs.

  I need to feel all of him. I buck my hips as Stryker grinds into me. His hard cock pushing against my center. I moan into his mouth. Stryker sits up and unbuttons my shorts, pulling them along with my panties down my legs, tossing them somewhere behind us. He fumbles with his belt a couple of times until he gets it unhooked. He quickly unbuttons and unzips his jeans. He kicks off his riding boots and slides his jeans and boxers down his muscular legs freeing his huge cock.

  I lick my lips appraising his body. Stryker palms his dick, making me wet with desire. He climbs back onto the bed, nipping and licking his way up my legs until he reaches my center. He inhales my desire. “I will taste this soon. Right now, I won’t last if I do.”

  His confession sends a jolt of desire to my already heated core. Stryker smirks and continues to kiss his way up my body, stopping at each breast, nipping and sucking on each until they’re both hard peaks. I run my hands through his hair and pull him up the rest of the way.

  “Take me, Stryker. Fuck me as yours.” I growl against his lips, surprising both of us with my mouth.

  “Lil’ Bit, once I’m done with you, you’ll feel me for days.” His promise makes my heart pound in my chest, my body wild with desire.

  “Then what are you waiting for?” I pull his face inches from mine. “Fuck me like I’m your Lil’ Bit.”

  Stryker closes the distance between us, plunging his tongue inside my mouth. He rips his mouth away from mine breathing hard. His sapphire eyes are on fire as he sits up and really looks at me. He feathers his hand down my body with one hand, caressing the scars on the top of my thighs. He grips his cock nestled at my core with his other hand. He trails his large cock up and down my center, making my body tremble with want.

  “Are you ready?” He asks again making sure I want this.

  “Yes. I want you and only you.” My voice is husky and full of desire.

  Stryker gently slides into me, inch by glorious inch. Once he’s fully inside, a groan rips from his throat. His eyes are hooded with desire and longing, his chest is heaving. He pulls out and pushes back in again. I can feel him deep inside and I can’t stop the sensations flowing through my core. My body adjusts to his size and he drives harder into me. My back bows from his assault, sweat drips from my forehead as I meet him thrust for punishing thrust.

  My fingers dig into the sheets. I need to feel more. “Stryker, I need more.” I moan into the room. My head is spinning and my breathing is ragged from all the sensations plummeting through my body.

  Stryker leans forward and covers my body with his. His hips push forward hard and his cock drives deep. “Fuck, Holly. I’m not going to last much longer.” Stryker pants in my ear. I grip his back with my fingers, digging my nails into his skin. I lock my ankles around his waist and push into him with my hips. His pelvis rubs along my clit, making my body thrum with desire.

  “Don’t stop. Harder, Stryker.” I groan. He complies and slams into me repeatedly. The buildup starts deep in my back and spreads through my core. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

  My name rips from Stryker’s lips as he brings both of us to the edge and we tumble over together. Sweaty limbs tangle together. Tongues thrusting into each other’s mouths, bodies pounding into each other in sync. It’s the best orgasm to ever rip through my body and I’m powerless to stop it. Moans and groans fill my room while my mind runs away from my body and all I can do is feel. Feel this powerful man between my legs, unleashing a want of desire in my core. His massive cock swells inside of me and curse words tumble from Stryker’s lips.

  “Fuck me, Lil’ Bit.” He drives into me one last time and stars detonate behind my eyelids. My walls squeeze Stryker’s cock, milking him for all he can give me.

  I’ve died and gone to heaven. I wrap my arms around Stryker’s shoulders, keeping him pinned against me while we both ride out the wave of ecstasy. Once he stops thrusting, I let go.

  Stryker remains on top of me, holding his weight on his elbows. He kisses me gently. I don’t want him to leave me just yet. So I keep my legs wrapped around his waist.

  “Fuck, that was better than I could ever dream about.” Stryker pants against my heated skin. Emotions swell inside of me and I can’t hold back the sob ripping through my throat. “Shit, did I hurt you?” The concern deep in his voice touches my heart.

  “No, it was beautiful.” I clear my throat. “I never knew it would be like this. Thank you.” I cup his strong jaw in my hands. “I mean it, Stryker. Thank you.”

  “Don’t need to thank me. It was all my pleasure.” His voice vibrates along my neck.

  He grows soft inside of me and I unhook my legs around his waist, falling open. My limbs are jelly and I have no energy to move. Stryker pulls out and I immediately miss him filling me up. He kisses me one more time, climbs off the bed and struts into my bathroom. I shamelessly watch his naked toned ass until he’s out of my view. I hear the toilet flush and the shower kick on.

  Stryker stands in the bathroom doorway in all his naked glory and the embarrassment I felt earlier when he showered in his room has drifted away. His eyes roam over my naked body making me feel beautiful. He stalks towards me and lifts me up off the bed. I wrap my arms around his neck and inhale his scent. He smells like sex and whatever body wash he used. It’s driving me crazy and comforting me simultaneously.

  “What are you doing?” Stryker asks, carrying me into the bathroom.

  “Smelling you,” I answer boldly. “Your scent gives me comfort in my chaotic mind.”

  “I can get used to that. Come on let’s get cleaned up.” He gently sets me into my shower and his big body follows, pulling my back to his chest.

  Together we clean up, I wash Stryker’s body with care. He does the same to me. By the time we’re done, I want him again. I want him deep inside of me making my body come alive in all the glorious sensations only he can give me.

  Instead of giving in to our desires, we both get dressed and leave the comfort of my room. There’s something weighing heavily on Stryker’s mind when we walk into the kitchen. He keeps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to his tense body. I can hear voices and laughter all around us. I don’t care who’s here as long as Stryker stays by my side and shows everyone we’re together. After
these last few years of wanting each other and finally taking that last step, peacefulness surrounds me, wrapping itself around my heart and soul.

  “Stryker, we need to talk.” Kayne’s deep voice breaks through my thoughts and Stryker’s body turns ridged around me.

  “Aye, Prez. Give me a second.” There’s a slight tremor in his voice and I peer up at him.

  “Everything OK?” I ask.

  “Not sure. I’ll be right back. Stay here and don’t go wandering off on your own.” He plants a quick kiss against my lips.

  I kiss him back but huff out an air of annoyance. “Really? I’ve been living here, walking around by myself for the last few years. I think I can handle it.”

  “Holly, don’t give me any sass. Don’t wander around on your own. A simple request right now.” Stryker growls.

  He wants to be all brooding and demanding, then so can I. “Fine. But you’ll owe me an explanation when you get back. You’re going to tell me why I can’t walk around in the comfort of my home alone and whatever else is on your mind.” I cross my arms over my chest and stare him down.

  “Fine as long as you don’t wander off alone.” He really isn’t budging on this one for some reason. There’s a look of fright in his eyes that he masks quickly. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “Besides, you’re sexy when you’re all fired up.” He whispers into my ear. A shiver runs down my spine. I want this man again. He’s created a sexual monster inside of me I never knew was there.

  “Hurry back so I can walk around in the comfort of my own home.” I sarcastically reply and walk to the refrigerator. I grab a bottle of water and sit down at the island looking at Stryker over my shoulder. “Is this good or do I need to sit somewhere else?” I’m teasing him, but the scary look that crosses his face makes me shut my mouth and turn away from him. I take a small sip and play with the cold bottle in my hands.

  Stryker’s body crowds my space, “What just happened right there?”

  “Nothing,” I answer. I honestly have no idea what went through my mind.

  “Stryker, now.” Kayne’s deep voice commands his enforcer.

  “We will talk about this when I get back.” Stryker kisses the side of my cheek and walks away, taking all the comfort and safety I felt the last couple of hours with him.

  Holy shit, what’s wrong with me? One minute we were teasing each other and bantering back and forth then my mind just went somewhere and saw something I don’t think was really there. Stryker would never harm me or intentionally make me uncomfortable. Why would I think he would now?

  I release a deep sigh, cross my arms on the counter and place my head down. Muffled voices fill my ears and I don’t pick my head up. I ignore whoever came in until the voice of one woman comes up right behind me talking like I’m not even in the room.

  “Look at her. I still don’t know what he sees. She’s just plain. Disgusting pig.” Candy sneers from behind me. I keep my head down ignoring her the best I can. “Kind of sad really. A man like that needs a woman who can fulfill all his desires, not a prissy little bitch.”

  Giggles from the other Patch Whores behind me sets my teeth on edge. I’ve been around these types of women long enough to know they’re baiting me into a fight. I don’t fight. I don’t even stand up for myself. I inhale a deep breath through my nose and exhale through my mouth. My fists are clenching on the countertop as she keeps going.

  “I mean just look at her. I don’t get it. Does she have a magical pussy or something? I’ll bet they haven’t even fucked. I bet when they do, she has to have the lights off so he can’t see her disfigured body.” How in the hell does she know about my scars? Panic sets in and I can’t stay in this room anymore. I have to get out of here and away from Candy and her little trio of whores before I snap.

  I stand up from the island quickly and walk out of the room, their laughter at me follows me when I open the front door and breath in the first real breath I’ve been able to take since they walked into the kitchen. Tears stream down my cheeks and I wipe them away with the palm of my hand. Something moves in the shadows of the trees surrounding the Clubhouse. I follow the figure with my eyes, not letting them know I see them. Who in the hell is out here? Why are they creeping around the woods?

  A female giggle and a deep male voice ring out through the quiet and I suddenly realize I’m intruding on a secret. I turn away from them and come face to face with a dark figure. A scream climbs its way up my throat. A large leather-gloved hand clamps down onto my mouth before it can pass my lips. I stare into the black eyes of someone I’ve seen in passing and he’s more menacing up close. A myth real and terrifying. My eyes widen when his narrow in my direction.

  “I’m going to remove my hand. If you scream I will gag you. Do you understand?” I nod my head and he releases his painful grip from my face. “I need Stryker to meet me tonight. He won’t come unless there’s a reason. I need you to be that reason.”

  “Why? What do you want with him?” I ask, fear filling my veins.

  “That’s between the two of us. I need you to get him to this address at midnight. He’ll listen to you.” Reaper’s gravely voice is low. He hands me a piece of paper with an address on it.

  “What makes you think he’ll listen to me?”

  “Because I see the way my son looks at you and watches you. Find a way to get him there.” With that, he walks off the porch and disappears before I can ask any more questions.

  His son? Reaper is Stryker’s father? What the hell? Does Stryker know? Is this the secret he’s been hiding from me? If Reaper is Stryker’s father then that makes Siren Stryker’s sister. Holy shit. What the hell is going on?

  Chapter 8

  Rooster

  I’ve been eyeballs deep into research for Kayne when a familiar giggle pierces the room. I turn my head away from the screens and Alyssa’s standing in the doorway. She’s wearing a yellow sundress and knee-high black boots. Her blonde hair is down curving around her plump tits. Tits that are more than a handful and I’ve been dying to feel the weight of them in my hands. I know Kayne says she’s off limits, but the way she keeps looking at me with lust in her green eyes drives me insane. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. I don’t know why this woman has her sights set on me or why I’m so attracted to her.

  She cornered me when she first arrived after visiting her and Poison’s mom in rehab and Stryker almost caught us. Thanks to my quick thinking, I was able to hide her but not before she copped a feel to my aching dick. That woman will be the death of me.

  “Are you going to be in here all day?” Alyssa’s sweet voice is husky with want. Desire flows through my veins.

  “I have work, baby princess,” I growl. Her eyes narrow in my direction and she pushes off the wall heading right towards me.

  “You know I hate that nickname. I’m not a baby, nor a princess.” Alyssa’s tiny body crowds my personal space. Her scent is everywhere, surrounding me. I flex my fingers on my thighs, stopping myself from yanking her against me and doing wicked things to her body.

  “What do you want me to call you, then?” I ask with a huff. “You’re Poison’s little sister, that makes you baby princess. Besides, we can’t do what you’re silently asking.” I refrain from telling her she’s off limits to me or any brother in the Clubhouse. That will piss her off. She has a temper like Poison and acts first before she thinks.

  “I’m not a baby and I can prove it to you,” Alyssa’ voice turns soft and sweet. I’m in deep trouble. My dick responds to her breath fanning across my neck. Normally, I’d be all over her but Kayne’s warning sets deep in my mind.

  “With as much as I’d enjoy corrupting you, I can’t. I have work to do. Club comes first. I know you haven’t been around enough to know the rules. I’ll teach you.” I finally let myself touch her as I trail a finger up her bare arm. Her body shivers in response and I hold back from touching her more. Her nipples are hard through her thin tank top and her breathing is rapid against my n
eck. I bet if I touched her pussy, she’d be soaking wet and would get off quickly.

  “Hmm, does your teaching allow you to touch me? If so, I’d sign up in a heartbeat.” I stand up and ignore the raging hard-on behind the zipper of my jeans, begging for relief. I bring my lips close to Alyssa’s.

  “Be careful what you ask for. You’ll get us both into trouble.” I growl. I grab her hand and pull her out of the communication’s room. Throwing caution to the wind, I drag Alyssa outside and into the woods.

  “Where are we going?” Alyssa’s husky voice asks with surprise.

  “Teaching you a rule of the Club.” I drag her away from the Clubhouse and pin her against a tree. Alyssa’s body reacts and she pushes her hips against mine, rubbing herself against my aching cock. “Rule number one.” I kiss the side of her neck and she moans. Alyssa tries to pull me closer, but I’m stronger than she is and won’t budge.

  “What’s rule number one?” She giggles and it vibrates my lips.

  Pushing my hips into her she moans and fire races through my blood. Once I know she’s close to an orgasm, I pull away, leaving her breathing heavy and confusion etched on her beautiful face. I stand completely still my voice is cold. “Rule number one is, no matter what, the Club comes first. It doesn’t matter if you’re balls deep and ready to explode, or just getting warmed up, the Club comes first. Now, I have to get back to work for the Club.” I turn on my heels and walk quietly back through the woods, leaving Alyssa against the trees. She’s pissed and I get it, but she’s got to stay away from me. Maybe if I continue to be an asshole, she’ll give up this little crush and find someone worthy of her time. I’m not worthy and never will be. There are secrets about me she doesn’t know about and it has to stay that way. Those secrets will end up with her hurt.

  Voices carry across the front yard and I stop walking. I stand alert scanning the area. Two figures are on the front porch. One I can tell is Holly, but the other isn’t familiar. All I can make out is he’s a male and bigger than she is.