Lust

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  Copyright© 2015 Sam Crescent

  ISBN: 978-1-77233-368-8

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Karyn White

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  I want to thank Evernight Publishing for being an amazing publisher, and giving the Trojans MC a home. They're a dream to write for.

  Also, I want to thank all of my wonderful readers. Without you, none of this could be possible. I hope you love Raoul's story.

  LUST

  Trojans MC, 3

  Sam Crescent

  Copyright © 2015

  Chapter One

  Raoul watched as the two sluts that visited the club regularly went down on each other. The brothers were watching avidly. Daisy was already naked with his cock covered in latex ready to join in the fun. One of the women was already a member of the club while the other was trying to become one.

  Pike and Mary had gotten married and were away on their honeymoon. Duke and Holly were at the ranch house with his son Matthew. The couple was anxiously waiting for the newest member to be born. The club was quiet, basking in the money after another drug run. Duke wasn’t doing another run until after the baby was born, and seeing as how he always went, Raoul figured they weren’t going to have another trip for some time. What the hell was he supposed to do with the rest of his fucking life?

  The bitch who was close to climaxing groaned as Daisy sank his dick right into her greedy little pussy. Raoul had never seen a bitch so wild before, and especially for Daisy’s dick. The brother was going to need to go careful there.

  “That bitch has got a serious crush for Daisy,” Pie said, coming to sit next to him. Pie was one of his best friends, along with most of the brothers. When everyone shunned him after fucking the then president’s daughter, Holly, Pie hadn’t turned his back on him. Raoul deserved all the shit he got. Fucking Holly had been a revelation in itself for him. He had really thought all women were the same, a bunch of useless bitches who were only after one thing, dick.

  Turned out he was completely wrong, but then, besides Mary, Raoul had yet to meet another woman worth anything more than a good fuck.

  “It’s up to Daisy what he wants to do with that.” Raoul tipped the beer bottle against his lips while watching the fuck-fest happening. Daisy was ramming his dick inside the cute little fake blonde while also fingering the redhead.

  The redhead wasn’t natural though, unlike someone he knew. Raoul pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. It had been well over six months since he’d last thought about her, the young woman he’d saved from being gang raped. He wouldn’t be surprised if he heard that she had to go into therapy.

  “Do you think he needs any help?” Pie asked.

  Staring at the scene, Raoul’s dick started to get hard. “I’ll help him in a moment.”

  “Raoul, you go up there and a couple more women are going to flock to you. You fuck all night long, and they love you for it.”

  No, they loved his dick, not him, which he didn’t mind. He didn’t have to care for them for the sick shit he loved to do to them.

  “Please, Daisy, please, fuck me. Make it burn.”

  Pie and Raoul burst out laughing. The woman, he couldn’t remember her name, was so obvious in her infatuation. He was surprised that Daisy was even touching her at all. Chip and Knuckles came to join them, watching the little show being put on for them.

  “I don’t know if Daisy is being cruel or really doesn’t see it,” Knuckles said.

  “Don’t care. She fucks everything with a dick, so I imagine Daisy doesn’t really know or he doesn’t give a fuck.” Raoul watched as Daisy pulled out of the sopping woman and moved toward the other woman. He had a condom on, but he made the woman lick his covered dick clean before plunging inside her.

  The look of pure menace on the one who had a crush was priceless.

  “I’m going to go and help her out.”

  Putting the bottle back on the counter, Raoul started to unbuckle his jeans on the way toward the angry, glaring woman. Tugging a condom out of the top pocket of his jacket, he tore into it, and grabbed the latex.

  Gripping the woman’s chin, he forced her to look at him.

  “Daisy hasn’t claimed you to be his. You better wipe that look off your face or you’re out.”

  This woman hadn’t been initiated into the group whereas Samantha, the club whore Daisy was currently fucking, had.

  “What’s your name?” Raoul asked.

  “Lori.”

  “Well, Lori, it’s time for you to put that mouth to good use.” Pulling his dick out of his pants, he slid the latex over his shaft. He pressed the tip to her mouth. “Now, open up.”

  Slowly, he started to slide his cock deep into her mouth, going as far into her mouth as he could.

  “Don’t use your teeth.”

  One of the brothers, Crazy, had been caught by a club whore who liked to use her teeth. The brother had fucked her after she’d bitten into the condom, and nine months later, he had a little girl to show for it. Crazy married the club whore, putting his name to the brat he birthed. The girl’s name was Strawberry, and she was a beautiful girl, but the relationship her parents had was toxic.

  Lori opened her mouth, and he started to use it as a cunt. Thrusting in and out of her mouth, he turned to look at Daisy, who’d stopped paying her any attention. The brother knew, and this was how he was letting her know.

  No man would ever share their real woman with another brother. It was one of their strict rules, and no one was allowed to break that rule. Club whores were shared, passed around by the club. An old lady was taken by one man and one man alone. The only time this rule had changed was with Crazy’s woman, Suz. They all knew she’d tricked him into marrying her and had tried to fuck each of them at one time after being married. None of the brothers would go near her. She wasn’t worth betraying a brother.

  When Daisy didn’t make a move to stop Lori from sucking his dick, Raoul wrapped her dyed blonde hair around his fist, pushing her over the pool table. He made sure all the brothers saw her pussy. This was what made her a club whore and never an old lady. None of the men wanted others to see what belonged to them.

  None of them had seen Holly or Mary’s pussy on display. They’d watched them have sex, but never seen the action itself. The brothers had all been discreet. They’d only seen the treasured jewel that they were now asked to look after, to protect. Raoul took the protection of Holly and Mary very seriously.

  Slamming his dick inside Lori, he closed his eyes after releasing a groan. She had a tight pussy. In a couple of weeks several of the brothers would have broken her in making her soft like butter. With his hand still buried in her hair, he rode her pussy hard. The brothers around them cheered, telling them to fuck the bitches, to make both women work for it.

  Raoul closed his eyes imagining a woman with beautiful deep red hair and shocking green eyes. He gripped the woman beneath him tighter, knowing it wasn’t his Zoe. She wasn’t ever going to be found in a place like this. She wouldn’t go hunting for him even if he wanted her to, which he didn’t. This world wasn’t for her. She was in college working hard to become someone more important.

  Slapping Lori’s ass, Raoul growled as he filled the condom, hating wh
at he’d just done.

  Pulling away from her body, he moved out of the way as another brother took over. The fuck-fest had started. Leaving the action, he removed the condom, throwing it into the nearest trashcan. He took the bottle of whiskey from the counter, moving toward the kitchen. No one was inside the room. This place was more the old ladies’ domain than the men’s. It wasn’t sexist; it was just how it was.

  Sitting on one of the stools, he drank from the bottle. In the next second he had his cell phone in his hand looking at the woman that was destroying him without even realizing it.

  “What’s going on?” Daisy asked, walking into the kitchen with his jeans undone.

  “You’re done already?”

  “It’s not the pussy I want.” Daisy snagged the bottle from him. “When it’s not the right pussy, once you’ve come, there’s really no need to stick around.”

  “Lori’s got a thing for you. I’d tread carefully. You don’t want to end up like Crazy.”

  “That son of a bitch is crazy. I wouldn’t have put up with her shit. I’d have done what Duke did, put a fucking bullet in the bitch’s skull.” Daisy pressed two fingers to his temple, making a gunshot noise.

  Chuckling, Raoul put his cell phone away.

  “What’s with the girl?” Daisy asked.

  He wasn’t fast enough putting his cell phone away before Daisy saw the picture.

  “Do you remember that girl we saved back in the city?” Raoul snatched the bottle back.

  “The redhead about to get gang raped?”

  “Yeah.”

  “What about her?”

  Blowing out a breath, Raoul stared at the sticker covering the bottle. “Can’t get the bitch out of my head.” He pressed a finger to his temple. “She’s always there, and I can’t get her out of it.”

  He expected to hear laughter or some snide comment. Glancing over at his brother, he saw Daisy frowning.

  “You ever thought of going to see her?”

  “I can’t do it, man. This life is not for everyone.”

  “A couple of years ago I didn’t think it was the life for Holly or Mary, yet they’re married to Duke and Pike. Blows my fucking mind to think of those fuckers settled down.”

  Yeah, it was laughable. Out of all of the men, Duke and Pike were the most unlikely to settle down.

  “What about you? What pussy are you wanting?” Raoul asked.

  The shutters came down over Daisy’s eyes.

  “Fine, you don’t want to talk. I can’t help you.”

  Taking the bottle of whiskey, Raoul left his brother alone in the kitchen while he drank himself into oblivion.

  ****

  Running the card along her lips, Zoe stared up at the ceiling. She should be studying while her roommate was out, but she couldn’t do it. Staring at the name on the card, she frowned. It wasn’t even Raoul’s card or for his club, yet he’d given it to her to practice firing the gun.

  The lessons were all booked, so she only needed to attend. The gun he’d given her was in the top drawer beside her bed. Every night she brought it out, simply staring at it.

  This lack of focus was really starting to affect her studies. Her professors were already pulling her up about her lack of attention in class.

  Blowing out a breath, she sat up on the sofa as she heard the key in the door. She had a new roommate, Stacey, who’d been with her since the other one left.

  The guy with her was one of the bad boys Zoe steered clear of. She quickly grabbed a pillow, placing it in front of her as they both came in, kissing.

  “I had a lot of fun tonight,” Stacey said.

  “The fun is only just beginning,” he said, running a hand down her body.

  Zoe couldn’t contain her disgusted groan. “I’ll just leave and pretend I didn’t throw up in my mouth.”

  She got to her feet, no longer caring she was in her nightclothes.

  “Shit, Zoe, I didn’t know you were still up.”

  “I’m pleased you took the time to check.” Folding her arms over her breasts, she looked at her roommate. “Goodnight.”

  “Wait, shit, Zoe, this is Landon. Landon, this is my lovely roommate, Zoe.” Stacey made the introductions.

  “Great to meet you, Landon.” If he was listening closely he’d get the hint that it wasn’t so great.

  “We’re in the same pysch class,” he said, making Zoe frown.

  “We are?” She’d not noticed him before.

  “Wow, a guy could really take offence.” He chuckled.

  “I’m sure Stacey will keep you well and truly happy.” For the next hour at least.

  She dropped the card, bending down to pick it up.

  “For crying out loud, Zoe, call him. What’s the worst that can happen?” Stacey asked.

  “Who is this guy?” Landon asked, drawing the attention back to him.

  “It’s no one. I’m sorry I interrupted whatever it was you were going to do.” Tucking some hair behind her ear, she walked away, listening to Stacey mutter about her obsession.

  Closing the door firmly behind her back, she stared down at the card. What harm would it do to find out where he was? She remembered the leather jacket he wore as clear as the name emblazoned on the back. Biting her lip, she fought with what was right to do and what she should do. She shouldn’t go looking for trouble, and that’s exactly what a biker like Raoul would be.

  Get a grip already. He probably doesn’t even remember you.

  He had loads of women to satisfy every single one of his needs, good or bad. Sitting on the bed, she stared down at the card.

  If you don’t get this obsession out of your head, you’re going to flunk class, and wish you’d seen what all the fuss was about.

  Raoul probably wasn’t even that good looking and she’d only thought he was because he’d saved her from being gang raped.

  Deciding to stop listening to her head, she grabbed her tablet from the drawer beside the gun.

  “I can do this. I can look this guy up online.”

  She didn’t have a clue where he lived, but she remembered the name on the jacket. A motorcycle club like that had to have been in the news.

  Rubbing her hands together, she typed in the name of the MC club “Trojans”. There were a lot of pages of searches. When she noticed the page with the leather jacket, she pulled up the page. Scrolling through the information she found exactly what she was looking for. The address that happened to be in Vale Valley, the town closest to the city, and one she’d stopped through to eat at the diner. They had the best burgers in the state. She grabbed a piece of paper, scrawling down the address.

  When she finished, she closed the tablet so she wasn’t tempted to search for more. Staring at the address, she shook her head. “No, I shouldn’t go and see him.”

  Putting the address down, she couldn’t bring herself to throw the piece of paper in the trash.

  “Damn, I’ve got to do it. I’ve got to go and thank him and get this crazy thought out of my head.” She slapped her head, hating herself at the same time.

  Turning the light out, she stared up at the ceiling wishing with all of her might that she could go back to the way things were before she even met him. She wouldn’t have to think about the men who’d lured her outside or the attack afterward. They’d not actually raped her, but it still terrified her.

  “Oh, yes, Landon, harder, fuck yes.”

  Rolling her eyes, she tried not to listen. The walls were so thin it wasn’t hard to make out the slapping of the headboard against the wall or the guttural groans coming from the two next door.

  When the moans finally subsided and there was silence for several minutes, Zoe climbed out of bed, making her way toward the small kitchen. She opened the fridge to grab some milk.

  “You really shouldn’t sneak around,” Landon said, making her almost drop the milk.

  “Jeez, don’t just sneak up on people. I swear, it’s not fucking funny.” She pushed some hair out of her eyes, glaring a
t him. Putting the milk carton on the side, she grabbed a glass. When she turned back around she glared at Landon, who was drinking out of the carton. “If you wanted some milk I’d have poured you some.” She wrinkled her nose when she thought about what Landon had been up to. “I so hope you didn’t go down on Stacey.”

  “I didn’t. I don’t go down on girls that are easy.”

  She frowned, glancing over his shoulder to look toward her friend. “I really don’t want to know or understand you, do I?”

  “I like what I like. Stacey’s a good time girl. She knows what she’s getting herself into.”

  Taking the carton from him, she poured herself some milk, taking a sip. “Why are you out here and not in there with her?”

  “I heard someone sneaking.”

  “One, this is my apartment and I can sneak around if I want. Two, I wasn’t sneaking. I was being quiet in case you were asleep.”

  “So you weren’t waiting until after we fucked to make a move?” he asked.

  Zoe simply stared at him. She was in fact a virgin, but being in college and not knowing about sex were two things that didn’t actually go together.

  Sipping her milk, she started to think about Raoul again.

  “Stacey told me about your little obsession earlier.”

  “Stacey needs to learn to mind her own damned business.” Zoe hated her business being talked about with strangers. She and Landon may share a class together, but she didn’t know anything about him.

  “The Trojans are a rough crowd. Who are you interested in?” Landon asked.

  Frozen in place, Zoe stared at him. “You know them?”

  “I know them. I’m not well informed about the whole club. After college I’m hoping to prospect with them.”

  “You want to be part of the Trojans MC? Can you become a member?”

  “Baby, it’s not like the mafia where they’re born into it. Some members are born into it, and others have to show their worth to become a member.”