Bear (Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects Book 4)

by Carmen Jenner

  “Bitch, I’m gettin’ real sick of your bullshit.”

  My jaw drops. I can only stare at him, wide-eyed in confusion. My bullshit? My bullshit?

  Ruin leans back in his seat and folds his arms behind his head, watching the show.

  “And I’m getting sick of yours. I know this may not appeal to your genetic ‘alpha makeup’”—I make air quotations around the words— “but let me bring you into the twenty-first century, asshole—my body, my choice.”

  His nostrils flare. “Oh, I’ll give you choices. You can shoot solo, or you can shoot with me.”

  I frown. “What? That’s a fucking terrible idea.”

  “Is it?”

  “You do have a certain chemistry,” Ruin adds unhelpfully.

  I shake my head. “No. You can’t be serious?”

  Bear’s stare is not just intimidating—it’s downright predatory. “As a heart attack.”

  “We’ll kill each other!” I throw my arms up, exasperated.

  “It’d make for a great shoot.” Ruin stands and brushes past Tennessee. “I’m gonna give you two a minute.”

  I bury my head in my hands.

  “Is the idea so fuckin’ repulsive?” Bear asks, and I’m surprised at the vulnerability in his voice.

  I glance up and meet his gaze, my demeanor softening. “No. It’s not repulsive.”

  “Then what? Why Crow and not me?”

  “I just ... I think it might complicate things.”

  “It’s just fucking. Ain’t nothin’ complicated about it, darlin’.”

  “Right. Just fucking.”

  “Unless ... you feel more for me than you’re letting on.”

  I arch my brow and give him a skeptical look.

  “Relax. Just think of this as foreplay.”

  I exhale and close my eyes. When I open them, he’s standing that much closer, holding his open palm out to me. I place my hand in his and he lifts me to my feet as if I weigh nothing.

  “Aww, see? It didn’t take you kids long to kiss and make up,” Ruin says from the doorway. “Good news. Tyra just messaged to say she’s on her way home, so we can shoot this thing whenever you’re ready.”

  “You wanna do it now?” My eyes widen. Jesus. What the hell am I getting myself into?

  “Yeah, why not?” Ruin asks. “You need money in a hurry, right?”

  “Right.”

  “Well, we can get this shoot done, and uploaded right away. Those dollars will be rolling in within minutes.”

  “Great.”

  “Awesome, so feel free to freshen up in the guest bathroom. There are towels and clean robes—everything is in there that you might need. Tyra keeps it pretty well-stocked in feminine shit, perfume, shower gels, and shampoo. She’ll be home soon and can get started on your makeup.”

  “Okay.”

  “I’ll call Crow and get him to come film for us. That way he can edit the shoot and upload it as quickly as possible, and you both can start rolling in the cash.”

  I move past Tennessee, but he grabs my elbow and pulls me back to him. “Hey. I can find a way to get you the money if you don’t want to do this.”

  “Why?” I give him a sardonic look. “Are you having second thoughts?”

  “Not a single fuckin’ one. But, darlin’, when I get inside you, it’ll be because you want me there, not because you need a little extra cash.”

  “What are you sayin’?”

  “I’m sayin’ while you’re taking that nice, long, hot shower, you think of me between your legs and how that makes you feel in here.” He touches his finger to my breastbone. My nipples bead against my shirt, and I know he sees it because his pupils dilate. Tennessee runs his fingertips up the crease in my breasts. His touch is featherlight even though his fingertips are calloused. I have to suppress the urge to moan because the tension is so thick you could carve it. “Just be sure this is what you really want.”

  “It’s not about what I want. It’s—”

  “It should be. Don’t do this because you have no other choice. Do this because the idea of fucking a man you hate gets your little pussy so fucking wet that you couldn’t possibly refuse. Do this because you want me as much as I want you. Do this because it’s killing you not to touch me, just like it’s killing me.”

  I meet his gaze, looking for some hint of insincerity, worried he’s just saying all of this shit to get to me, but there’s not even a hint of malice in his eyes—he’s totally sincere. Which means maybe I overlooked the way he feels about me.

  His hot breath washes over me, and I tilt my face up to his. For a heartbeat, I think he might kiss me, but he takes a step back and clears his throat. “You have that shower, and you think about what I said.”

  I nod, my eyes glued to his broad shoulders as he walks away, and then I practically collapse into a heap on the floor because the sexual tension is a heady, tangible weight pressing the air against me. I give it a few minutes more before I leave the room and hurry off to the guest bathroom where I lock the door behind me.

  I turn on the faucet and undress. Steam fills the room, helping me to breathe a little easier. The rainfall showerhead eases a little of the tension from my shoulders, but I try not to get my hair wet ’cause you have to conserve your washes when you have pastel hair and I can’t be washing in hot water like any other woman. Plus, my hair is naturally pretty curly so wetting it right now might result in me looking like I stuck my finger in the electric socket.

  Oh my god. Am I really going to go through with this? I squirt a little shower gel into my hands and rub my body down with it. I showered this morning, but working in the garage all day means there is dirt in places I don’t want on camera. Fuck. On camera. Me and Tennessee. Immortalized in film forever and uploaded to the internet for any old pervert to see.

  I try to imagine what that will look like—how our bodies will fit together when I’m so small and he’s, well ... big. Liquid heat surges through me as I imagine all the savage ways he could take me, and my heart races knowing I might finally get to see that cocky bastard brought to his knees.

  Do this because it’s killing you not to touch me, just like it’s killing me.

  I clean every inch of my body as I think of him and what his big hands will feel like on me, where he might kiss me, and what he might do when I wrap my lips around him and swallow down his cum.

  Need hums through me, and I switch off the shower and step out. I may have come to Ruin as a last resort, but the idea of fucking Bear is something I feel I have to do—but not because I don’t have a choice. I want this. I want him, and the idea of having it immortalized on camera forever makes me wet even after I’ve toweled off.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Bear

  I pace the studio, waiting to see if Jupiter will exit the bathroom, or if she’s escaped through the window so she wouldn’t have to face me. She comes out wearing a fluffy robe, and Tyra crosses the room, wrapping her up in a big hug. She whispers something in Jupiter’s ear. Tink laughs, but it’s laced with nervousness.

  Tyra leads her to the makeup chair. She tried to get me with that shit, but I wasn’t having a bar of it. I don’t care if my face is on screen or not. Hell, film my face all you want. Ruin could splash that shit all over the OnlyFans site and he’d be doing me a damn favor, because no one in a million years would believe someone as gorgeous as Tink would let a scarred up, gimpy-legged asshole like me fuck her, willingly.

  “You sure you’re good with this?” Ruin asks as he sits in his director’s chair and watches Crow set up the camera.

  “Why the fuck wouldn’t I be?”

  “Because I saw the way you reacted when she wanted to do this.”

  “It’s just fucking.” I shrug. The truth is, I’m not good with blasé. I feel everything. I want everything, and I’m having a hard time with this decision. I knew I’d get Tink’s tight little body beneath me the second I laid eyes on her, but I didn’t think it would be to get her out of a financial bind,
and I sure as hell didn’t anticipate my club brothers being in the room and uploading that shit to the internet for all the world to see.

  “Then why do you look like you’re about to shit yourself.”

  “I’m good, brother.”

  “Mm-hmm. Just make sure when the cameras are rollin’, you’re keeping her pussy coming until we say stop. We get top dollar for capturing cream pie.”

  I give a humorless laugh. “Jesus. I barely convinced her to fuck me instead of Crow. I seriously doubt she’s going to let me come inside her.”

  “Wait, I was an option?” Crow turns from the camera and then looks back at Tink appreciatively.

  “No, fucker.” I sneer. “You were never an option. I’d slit your goddamn throat before I let that happen.”

  He grins. “Aww, you really like her.”

  “Shut the fuck up before I do it anyway.”

  He laughs and I follow Ruin across the room, because I’m still not convinced she wants this. I mean, she did walk out of the bathroom instead of running away, and she came into the studio, but how much of that is driven by her need for cash?

  I stand beside the makeup chair, towering over Tink. Tyra’s still decorating her face with makeup she doesn’t need. “You feeling okay?”

  “You were expecting me to back out?”

  “Not at all.”

  “Don’t tell me you’ve got stage fright?”

  “I don’t do frightened,” I say, though I think after the shooting at the garage, we both know that’s a lie.

  “Right, you might blow your super-tough, toxic, masculine cover.”

  “Put the gloves away, Tink. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

  “Okay you two ... save it for the tape.” Ruin pulls over a chair and sits beside Jupiter, though not close enough to be in Tyra’s way. “Jupiter, honey, are you on the pill?”

  “Yeah, who isn’t these days?”

  “Right?” Tyra asks.

  “You don’t want kids?” I blurt out, and even I’m surprised by the question coming from my mouth. I lose my fucking head just standing right next to Jupiter. How the fuck am I going to keep my composure being inside her?

  “I have four brothers. They’re all the kids I can handle right now.”

  “You want kids, Bear?” Tyra asks, her voice softening.

  “Always dreamed I would, but I don’t see that happening anytime soon, if ever.”

  “Okay, can we get back to shooting porn here? Jupiter, Bear was tested last week.”

  Her eyes shoot to mine with an accusatory glance, and I feel like an asshole. I agreed to shoot for Ruin because life on the road eats into your funds pretty fucking quick. I’m not hurting, yet, but since I said yes, I’ve been dragging my feet for weeks. I don’t look like the other guys. Sure, my cock is probably bigger than the rest of theirs, but my body is all carved up, too, and that’s not something everyone can handle.

  “He’s clean. We haven’t had time to screen you but—”

  “I’m clean. It’s been a while, and I had a clean bill of health at my last checkup a year ago.”

  My brows knit together. She hasn’t fucked anyone in a year? Jesus. What the hell is wrong with this town? If she didn’t hate me so much, I would have had Tink already. These assholes have had years to fuck this delectable little morsel, and no one has even tried? Then again, Bobby Ray wasn’t wrong about his sister. She doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to, so maybe some of these unlucky bastards have taken their shot and been mercilessly gunned down instead by the man-hating fairy.

  “Great, so we can do this a few ways. You two can fuck, you can suck him off for the money shot, or—and hear me out here, because it will make you a shit-ton of cash—we can end with a nice close-up of cream pie.”

  Tink doesn’t even hesitate. “Sounds great.”

  Ruin blinks like he’s unsure he heard her right. “What sounds—”

  “Let’s do this cream pie.”

  I frown. “You don’t have to—”

  “I’m good with it.”

  Ruin nods. “Okay, sweet.”

  Jesus. I should be excited about this. I should be over the fucking moon—my cock damn sure is—but I can’t shake this feeling that this isn’t what she wants.

  “Awesome.” Ruin jumps up and I stand there, staring down at Tink.

  It’s Tyra who breaks the silence first. “Bear, do you mind?”

  “What?” I say, a little too gruffly for an address to my brother’s old lady.

  “You’re in my light.”

  “Right. I need a drink anyway.” I walk out of the room and close the door behind me, heading right for Ruin’s bar. I’ve been here enough times to know where everything lives. Ruin even offered me a room in his big, fuck-off mansion, just like he did with the prospects, but I like the peace and quiet of North’s cabin. Besides, when you wake in the middle of the night screaming, you learn pretty quickly that it’s best to live alone. Those night terrors are not something I want to share with anyone. I keep that shit on lock and far away from the club.

  I pour myself a stiff drink and swallow it down, refilling my glass before the whiskey’s even done burning my gut.

  “Hey,” a feminine voice says. I close my eyes. I’m too fucking tired to go another round with Tink. “Mind if I have one of those?”

  “Be my guest.” I hand her the shot and reach over the bar for another glass. I pour us both a round and down mine.

  Jupiter stares at hers as if it holds all the answers to her problems. “Since you’re about to be buried balls deep inside me, I think we should call a truce.”

  “Well, shit, darlin’. When you put it like that ...”

  She laughs and chews her bottom lip.

  “Why didn’t you run? Escape through the bathroom window, or some shit?”

  “Do I strike you as the kind of woman who runs from anything?”

  It’s my turn to laugh. “No. You don’t.”

  “Then I guess there’s your answer.”

  “I’m not like other guys you’ve been with.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Because if you’d fucked other men like me, they’d still be hanging around and you’d still be begging them to make you come.”

  “What’s to say I didn’t get tired of them?”

  “Did you touch yourself in the shower?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I figured you’d want that privilege.”

  Privilege. I love that she’s a woman who knows her worth. At the same time, I’m filled with dread because I know mine, and it doesn’t equal hers, not by a long shot.

  I step closer, snake my arm around her waist, and pull her body to mine. She doesn’t meet my gaze, and that’s okay. “I wanna fuck you in every hole you have, darlin’, with my cock, my fingers, and my tongue.”

  Tink’s mouth drops open and then she does meet my gaze. Those pale blue eyes are on fire with longing.

  “Tell me you want that, honey?”

  She nods. “I want that.”

  I lean down and kiss her. I don’t give a shit that we’re not in front of the cameras; this isn’t something I wanted to share anyway. Jupiter opens to me, pressing her body against mine and letting my tongue sweep against hers. A beat later, she jumps and wraps her legs around my hips. I grab her ass and knead her cheeks, sliding my hands underneath the fluffy fabric of her robe. Her panties are in the way, and I take hold of the sheer fabric and rip.

  She releases a shuddering breath and pulls back to look at me. “Ow!”

  “Fuck. Sorry.”

  “Don’t be. It was hot.”

  I grin and kiss her again, driving my tongue deep into her mouth until she moans. I rip her robe off her upper body, sucking her breast into my mouth, lace and all. She throws her head back, her arms wrapped around my neck in a white-knuckled grip.

  “Goddamn it,” Crow says. “They’ve started without us.”

  “Then
get the fucking camera,” Ruin replies, folding his arms across his chest.

  “I’ll get the lights,” Tyra says, running back into the room and returning with a soft box.

  “I want to fuckin’ own every inch of you.” I massage the globes of her ass, my fingers grazing her pussy.

  “Careful. You’re starting to sound like the misogynistic, inbred biker I accused you of being.”

  “You wanna call me a pig? Fine. Call me whatever the fuck you want, just stare up at me with those pretty eyes as you swallow down my cum and you’ll know I’m right. You’re mine, Tink. These tits.” I grab her tits and squeeze. “This ass.” I give her cheeks a playful slap, one after the other. “This mouth, and this fucking incredible little pussy ...” I slide my fingers down her slit from her asshole to her cunt. “All of it is mine.”

  The only response she gives me is a moan, and that’s all I need. I toss her on the couch, yank off her robe, and bury my face between her thighs. I dart out my tongue to taste her. She’s soaking wet, her honey pooled at her entrance, her hole slightly open, just waiting for my cock. I shove two fingers in at once and explore her insides—warm, tight, and soaking fucking wet.

  I bury my fingers right to the hilt. Her body arches off the couch as I slowly draw them out and ease them back in, careful to hit that sweet spot. I’m vaguely aware of the others in the room, of Tyra and Ruin holding lights and soft boxes, and of Crow practically perched on my shoulder as he films the action. As much as I hate having to share her, a part of me is glad he’s getting this on film, because I plan to watch this video every day for the rest of my life.

  “You like that, baby girl?”

  “Mmm.” She bites down on her moan, as if her pleasure were betraying her. Her mind is sharp as a fucking blade, and it can hate me and my lifestyle as much as it wants, but she can’t deny her body fucking loves me.

  I bow my head and take her clit in my mouth, sucking hard. Her whole body jerks against me, but I use my free hand to hold her hips down. She fights and I release her clit. A guttural groan escapes her mouth.

  “I need you to open your legs for me, darlin’. Let me see that fucking gorgeous pussy.”

  She tries, but the poor thing is wound so fucking tight that she clams right back up again the second I put my mouth on her. She’s practically squeezing my fucking brains out my ears with those milky thighs. I pull my fingers from her pussy and lick them clean. Then I sit and pull her over my knee.