CHAPTER ONE
Saint—
I back my Harley into a spot next to Sly’s. I’m prospecting for the Kings of Carnage MC, and Sly’s my sponsor. He’s in charge of making sure I learn everything I need to know to be a part of the club, and to guide me in anyway he can. He’s also the one that puts me through the crap a prospect is subjected to in order to make sure they are loyal, dependable and the kind of man the rest of the club can count on to have their back.
Sly’s the club’s Treasurer, which means he’s responsible for the money and for collecting it from the businesses in this small town that’s run by the club. Uprising, Georgia—where every business in town is either paying protection money to the club, affiliated with the club, or outright owned by the club. The Kings have got their hands in a lot of pockets. Not to say they haven’t done some good for the town. They’ve mostly kept it crime free and from developing into just another sprawling over-developed place with big box stores and strip malls and no character or small town charm.
Our town has loads of that.
Sly and his ol’ lady own Mooney’s pub in the old section of town, and it’s a historic landmark with its tin ceilings and ornately carved bar that dates back to the turn of the last century.
I climb from my bike to stare up at the two-story house he’s led us to. It’s dark, but there are a couple of outside lights. I’ve been here before. It’s Ruin’s gig. Porn Kings. This is the house he uses for filming pornos. Club get’s half the income. Combine that with the drugs the club runs, and Centerfolds—the strip club that the Kings also own—and the MC has pretty much cornered the market on sin in this town.
Sly leads me inside the nondescript house and up a staircase, our boots stomping. I follow down a hall and we enter a room on the right.
The place is set up for filming with a big bed and lighting.
We watch the scene being played out for the cameras. Usually in porn, the action is so fake it’s eye rolling. But here, these two are actually fucking. No pretend bopping at all. Maybe that’s why they make such a killing.
I glance around the room taking in the professional lighting and cameras. It’s quite the setup.
Sly puts his finger to his lips, but I already know to keep my mouth shut.
Besides, the scene playing out for the cameras transfixes me. It’s not that I haven’t seen people fuck right before my eyes, after all the parties this MC throws are legendary. But it’s a whole different ballgame when it’s being filmed.
The girl in this scene doesn’t have a stitch on, and she is gorgeous, like centerfold gorgeous. Her long dark hair falls all the way to her ass, and her sky blue eyes are riveting. Her skin is tanned and supple, and my eyes slide over every inch bared to us.
She’s on her hands and knees on the bed with her head thrown back and her breasts bouncing as some guy fucks her from behind. He smacks her ass, trying to put on a show, but he comes across as a frat boy with little experience at what the fuck he’s doing. No pun intended.
I have to give it to the girl, though, she’s moaning and writhing, throwing all her acting skills into making us believe this guy is really doing it for her.
The guy behind the cameraman blows out a frustrated sigh. “Cut.”
The action stops, and he looks over at Sly. “See what I’m dealing with here? Who’s gonna buy this shit?”
Sly grins, then looks over at me. “What do you think the problem is, prospect?”
It’s not the first time he’s put me on the spot, but I’ve learned it goes with the territory. If the man asks a question, if any patch asks a question, I’d better have a damn good answer for them.
I fold my arms and scoff. “Dude’s got about as much alpha in him as a boy scout. He looks like a teenager who can’t believe he’s even with this girl.”
“Exactly,” my sponsor says, and then turns back to the man next to him. “There’s your fucking problem.”
“Yeah, but how am I gonna fix it? Ruin hired me to direct the work this week while he’s out of town with his dad. Sterling’s our top draw, and he’s with him. Tom’s all I’ve got. I’m lucky I was able to hire him for the day.”
Sly turns to me with a grin, and slaps a hand on my shoulder. “Get in there and show us how it’s done, kid.”
My eyes widen, and the director holds up a hand. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m already paying this dude for the day.”
Sly quirks a brow. “So make it a threesome.”
“With this guy?” He jerks his chin toward me.
“Why not? He’s up to the task, aren’t you, prospect?” Sly turns to me.
Shit. I’ve been asked to do some wild stuff for this club, but never this. Like the man said, Ruin and Sterling usually handle this stuff. I glance to the bed where the two actors are waiting.
“Take your cut and shirt off and get in there,” Sly orders.
I know better than to hesitate when a patch gives an order, so I shrug out of my cut and hang it on the back of a nearby chair. Then I reach between my shoulder blades and grab two handfuls of black T-shirt, pulling it over my head. When I do, I see the girl’s eyes drop to my muscled and inked chest and abs, ones I’ve worked hard to maintain with a hundred pushups and sit-ups every morning.
“Make sure you keep his face out of the shot,” Sly orders.
“Yeah, sure. Just join in when you’re ready,” the director says to me, lifting his chin toward the bed.
“Make it good, kid,” Sly says with a wink.
“Action,” the director says, and the two on the bed resume their fucking. I run a hand down my face, and blow out a slow breath, then stroll on the set, stopping on the opposite side of the bed from where the guy stands.
I position myself in front of the girl’s face, and begin unbuckling my belt. Her eyes flick up to mine, and something passes in them. It’s more than just acting; she’s got a gleam in her eye that tells me she’s interested.
I undo my pants and pull out my cock, stroking it from root to head. It’s already hard from watching her boobs bounce.
Her eyes drop to my length, and she licks her lips, but I’m not giving it to her just yet.
I cup her chin and tilt her face up. “Eyes on mine, angel.”
She complies, and her lush lips part in anticipation of my cock. Good. Anticipation is good. Make her want it. Make her earn it.
She leans closer, but I keep my dick just out of her reach. When she lifts one hand to reach for it, I snap, “Keep your hands on the bed. I didn’t give you permission to touch me yet.”
That has her eyes darkening with arousal. She likes it. She wants me to take charge. I can’t blame her; her partner surely isn’t up to the task, though he’s back there pumping away, oblivious to the connection she’s making with me.
I lift my chin to him, but my eyes stay focused on hers. “Lock down on him.”
She obviously does as I say, because he groans. “Fuck, yeah.”
I watch him slide in and out of her, then my gaze drop to hers, and I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “You want my dick? You want to suck it deep down that pretty throat?”
She nods. “Yes, please. Let me suck your cock. I’ll do it so good.”