by Nicole James
Table of Contents
Title Page
copyright
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
EPILOGUE
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Kings of Carnage MC – Prospects
By
Nicole James
SAINT
Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects
By
Nicole James
Published by Nicole James
Copyright 2021 Nicole James
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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.”
I brush my thumb over her plump lips, and she sucks it in her mouth, giving me a sample of what she wants to do with my cock.
I lace the fingers of my other hand in her hair, grabbing a handful at the base of her neck and yanking her head back.
The guy behind her reaches around to play with her clit, but I snap, “She doesn’t get to come until she gets me off.”
He drops his hand, and then smacks her ass. “You heard the man. Suck his dick.”
I take it in my hand and guide it to her eager mouth. I slip it over her lips and she takes me deep, moaning around my thick cock. I grab her hair and guide her up and down my slick swollen cock. “Take it all. Take it deep. That a girl.”
Meanwhile Tom is back there, slamming into her, pushing her further onto my dick with every thrust. We soon work out a rhythm, he yanks her back, his hands locked on her hips, and I pull her forward, my hands fisting her hair.
She moans, her tits swaying with every thrust.
“Play with her,” I order Tom, taking charge of the scene.
He complies, dipping his fingers between her spread legs. “That made you wet, didn’t it, baby?”
She moans, her eyes closing.
“Eyes on mine,” I remind her, reaching down to pinch one nipple.
“Oh, she liked that. She clamped down on me real good.”
I don’t need Tom telling me what this girl likes; I can see it in her glazed eyes. I increase my thrusts, feeling my balls start to tingle. She reaches up and plays with them, then finds that trigger spot behind them and presses.
I hiss in a breath. “You want a pearl necklace?”
She bobs her head, and two strokes later I pull out and jerk her up by her hair so I can come all over those magnificent heaving breasts. I coat her with rope after rope of white-hot ejaculate.
A moment later, Tom ramps up his finger work. I hold her head up, with her hair tight in my fist, keeping her eyes locked on mine.
“Come for me, baby doll,” I order.
Her eyes slide closed, and she explodes in orgasm.
Tom shouts and pounds into her, skin slapping skin until he roars out his own orgasm. I release her, and they both fall to the bed in a heaping pile of sweaty skin, panting for breath.
I tuck myself back in, then bend to press a kiss to her forehead. “Beautiful.”
“Cut.”
Sly starts clapping loudly as I walk toward him, staggering a bit from the orgasm.
He slaps my back. “Not bad, kid. Now lets get the fuck outta here. We got collections to make.”
I sling my shirt and cut back on, and we tromp down the stairs and out to our waiting bikes.
“I hope that was a one-time thing,” I say.
Sly looks over at me as he buckles his helmet under his chin. “You were damn good in there, Saint. Got my dick hard watching the three of you. But no, if you’re not into it, club’s not gonna make you do it again, kid.”
“Thank fuck.”
He chuckles. “What, she wasn’t good enough for you? You don’t want to be our newest Porn King?”
He taunts me with the name of the porn business.
“No thanks.”
“Just as well. I need you to learn to make the pickups. Club’s gonna be goin’ out of town next month for a national meet, and I need you ready, in case you have to do ‘em alone.”
“No problem.” I throw my leg over my bike and sit, lifting it off the kickstand. We both fire our bikes up, but before my sponsor leads us out, he looks over at me and shouts above the roar.
“I’d watch out for that chick.” He jerks his head back toward the house. “Asia’s lookin’ to land a patch. Word is she wants to be an ol’ lady.”
“Well, I ain’t lookin’ for one of those.”
He grins back at me. “Good thing. There’s no time for dealin’ with one when you’re a prospect. Club needs all your time right now. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
With that, he drops his bike in gear and roars away. I hit my throttle and follow.
By 1 a.m. when the liquor laws shut down all sales, we’re making the last stop at Centerfolds, collecting the night’s take. I follow Sly inside the quiet place. A few stragglers are being hustled out by the bouncers, but the shows are over. Some of the waitresses stand counting their tips out on the bar. We head down a long hall, and I glance inside the dancers’ open dressing room door as we pass. They’re gathering their things and getting ready to head home.
We continue down the hall to the office. It’s tiny, so I wait in the doorway while Sly talks with the manager, a pretty woman I know to be the ol’ lady of the King’s enforcer, North.
“Hey, Aspen, how was your night?” Sly greets her.
She’s counting up the cash on her desk, and then fills out the bank deposit slip adding the cash amount to the credit card totals for the night. Tapping the piles of different denominations into neat stacks, she shoves it all in the night drop bag and zips it up.
“Wednesdays are getting to be real good business for us. Had two bachelor parties and a few players from the Atlanta team here to celebrate that no-hitter last night.”
“Really?”
“Mm hmm.”
“Any problems?”
“Nothin’ I couldn’t handle. Here you go, honey.” She passes him tonight’s take.
“Thanks, doll.” Sly winks at her, and we head out again.
When we get back out to the bikes, my cell goes off with a text.
I read it, and look up at Sly. “Can you give me a second to answer this?
“Sure.”
I step away and deal with it, then return.
“Everything okay, prospect?”
“My mom fell. She has a bad hip. She lives alone, and she can’t get up. I called a family friend who offered to go check on her. Ma hates asking for help.”
“You need to go?”
“She’s almost five hours away.”
Sly runs a hand down his jaw, and I know his sharp gaze doesn’t miss the tightness in my mouth or the worry in my eyes. “Look, kid. We’re done here. I just need to drop this at the bank.” He lifts his chin. “Take off and go check on her. Just be back by Saturday night for the open house we’re having.”
“You sure?”
“Normally, Kings always come first, understand? I mean you gotta know what’s important. But…” he stares at the horizon then back at me. “Go on. Before I change my mind. You’ve been bustin’ your butt all month. Take Friday and go deal with your ma.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”
“Five hours, huh?” He straps his helmet on, throws his leg over his seat and lifts his bike off its kickstand. He grins at me, slipping his yellow nighttime riding glasses on. “You leave now, you just might make i
t by breakfast.”
I grin as he fires up his bike and pulls off. Then I strap my helmet on, knowing I need to stop back by my place, shower and change clothes before I haul ass to Savannah.
CHAPTER TWO
Saint—
The sun is just climbing above the tree line when I pull up to my mother’s house on the edge of Bingville, a small, lower income neighborhood on the south side of Savannah. The meticulously kept white house with green trim and matching green and white striped metal awnings over the front windows stands out in a sea of dingy, rundown homes. My parents, and now my widowed mother, have always kept the place up, especially the landscaping. It’s the house I grew up in, the one we moved to when I was six.
My father was Portuguese and my mother’s family emigrated from Mexico City in the sixties. Her father has roots that stretches all the way back to Spain, when they ruled Mexico in the eighteenth century.
I climb from my truck and stretch. It’s mid-morning and I’m beat. I’ve been up all night with the club, and then add in the drive here, and I am done.
Ma doesn’t know I’m prospecting for the Kings of Carnage. And God willing, she never will. She wouldn’t approve, and I don’t want to break her heart. Whenever I visit her I bring my pickup truck and leave my Harley behind.
I use my key on the front door, and walk inside. “Madre?”
“Mijo?”
I follow the sound down the hall, finding ma in her bed. I walk over and stroke my hand over her forehead brushing the hair back. “How’re you feelin’, Madre?”
“My hip aches. I took a pain pill.”
“Do you need to see a doctor?”
“No, I’m just sore. I’ll be fine. It’s just my arthritis acting up. That’s why I couldn’t get up when I fell. You didn’t need to come down.”
“I wanted to come and check on you. I’m gonna make you something to eat, Madre. You rest.”
“Thank you, mijo.”
I make sure she eats, and do some choirs around the place while she rests. I do a load of laundry for her, and take the garbage cans out to the street. The lawn needs mowing, so I spend the afternoon taking care of that. By sunset, I’m exhausted. I walk in the back door and drop tiredly in a chair. I slouch back, and feel what energy I have left draining from me. I look up at the clock, and know I need to make sure Ma eats again. I shove to my feet and go about getting ma a light dinner; make sure she’s okay, then collapse into my old bed.
