So Hot MC Boxset

by Blair Grey

  The woman came back with the unopened beers, most likely knowing the place was a filthy pit. Axel put a ten-dollar bill on the table, and she picked it up before putting the drinks down. Walking away, she didn’t even bother to thank him.

  Again, I was shocked at the blatant disregard for her customers. “Man, that is so rude.”

  Axel nodded as he picked up one of the bottles. Twisting the top off, he used the bottom of his t-shirt to clean around the opening. I caught sight of his naked tummy, complete with a six-pack separated by a sharply defined ladder. And he caught me staring too as he handed me the bottle. “Here ya go, baby.” His lips pulled up to one side. “You see anything you like?”

  Shaking my head, I tried to rid myself of the thoughts that sprang up. “No, not me. I – um – I should maybe look around. You know – check things out. I can make it look like I’m looking for the ladies’ room.”

  Chuckling, he picked up the other beer then popped it open. “Stay within eyesight.”

  I stood up, but then he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back to him. Our faces were so close I thought he was going to kiss me. I froze, like a deer in the headlights. Then he kissed the spot just to the right of my lips before releasing me. He popped me on the ass as I walked away, trying not to wobble as my legs had turned to jelly. Oh, shit!

  The poor girl who danced on stage looked haggard as hell. She had to have been all of forty and barely weighed a thing. It made me think that all the dancers here were strung out on drugs. I knew one thing for sure, none of the women we would hire would be like her.

  As I walked around the side of the stage, I saw a ray of light coming from an opening in what seemed like a hallway. The strobe effect made it impossible for anyone to really see what I was doing, so I slipped into the dark hallway, easing down it to get to where the light came from.

  Some bumping sounds made me stop, then I heard a little shriek. “Hey, that’s mine!”

  A solid slap rang out and I flinched, knowing the girl had been on the receiving end of that. “You shut your mouth, you filthy whore.” The man sounded like he’d smoked a carton of cigarettes a day for the last fifty years. “This is your first night, so I guess no one told you. We take the money you make when you’re on stage.”

  “But that’s all I get. The lady who hired me told me that I’m working for tips, there’s no hourly pay,” the poor thing sounded desperate.

  “We’ll give you girls each a cut of whatever is made at the end of the night. The house takes half, then you girls split the rest evenly.”

  She didn’t think that to be a fair deal, nor did I. “I wouldn’t have agreed to come to work here if I would’ve known that. I’m not giving you half of my money. I’m not putting my tips together with these old hags you have here either. Just give me my money, I’m leaving.”

  “You think so?” Another solid smack made me bite my lower lip as I wanted to storm in to stop him from hurting the girl any further. “You can leave now. But you ain’t taking any of the money now.”

  Another woman’s voice came into play, “Jerry, leave her alone. It’s not her fault Esmerelda didn’t tell her the truth about the money. Shit, none of us who aren’t doped up, are cool with this gig anyway. Give her the money. We don’t want it. Let her go.”

  “Thank you,” the other girl said. But soon she was crying as the man hit her again.

  “Get the fuck out of here. Don’t come back!” he screamed at her.

  The sound of a door slamming, had me turning and running back down the hallway. But just as I got to the end of it, some massive figure stood in front of the opening. I slammed into the man, hoping to knock him out of my way.

  Hands gripped my arms, pulling me with him as the damn strobe lights blinded me. “Sarah, chill.”

  “Axel? Fuck, you scared the shit out of me.” I smacked him in the chest, then hugged him. “Thank God it’s you.”

  Taking me by the hand, he pulled me out the backdoor. “We’re not staying here. I told you not to get out of my sight, remember that? It was only a few minutes ago when I told you that, you should remember.”

  Before we walked all the way around to the side, we heard the sound of a door slamming and both of us stopped. Axel moved us both to put our backs against the wall so no one would see us. He put one finger to his lips as if I needed to be told to stay quiet.

  I’m not an idiot!

  We could hear the sound of a girl crying and I knew it was the girl that guy had hit repeatedly. The sound of her shoes scraping against the pavement made my heart feel heavy. “Axel, I overheard her and some man fighting. Can I go talk to her?”

  He shook his head. “No way in hell can you do that.” He took my hand, pulling me to come with him.

  But I wanted to talk to the girl. So, I jerked my hand out of his, then went toward the girl who was getting into a beat-up, old car. “Excuse me.”

  Looking up at me, I saw black trails running down her cheeks. She was pretty even after crying and being knocked around. “Yeah?”

  “Hey, I overheard all that. It’s not right what they’re doing here.” Suddenly Axel’s body pressed against the back of mine. And I faltered for a moment. “Uh - anyway – um.”

  Moving swiftly, Axel handed the girl a business card. “We’ll be hiring soon. Call that number in a couple of weeks. We’re not like this place.” He tugged my hand. “Come on. We have to go.”

  Without saying another word, we went to his bike, got on and sped away to the next club. A much nicer club, with nicer people and better dancers. As we sat at a table up front, sipping on rum and cokes, I found myself falling into some sort of entranced state. “It’s different than I thought it would be. I honestly thought all of the clubs would be like the first one.”

  Axel moved his arm from around my shoulders as we sat right next to each other. His hand ran up my arm then he took me by the back of my neck, easing my head to lean against his chest. His heart pounded beneath my ear and I felt heat pooling between my legs. When his lips pressed against the top of my head, I knew I had to end this.

  Pulling away from him, I looked at him. Those green eyes of his were filled with something more than mere lust. I’d never seen so much desire in anyone’s eyes before. “Wanna go find a private room in the back?”

  He nodded, got up, took my hand, then away we went. We hadn’t even had a half a glass of the drinks he’d ordered. Alcohol wasn’t fueling this thing, something else was.

  Whatever it was, I knew one thing for sure - this had to stay a secret. My father would send me back to Nana’s and Axel would disappear for good if the slightest word got out.

  Axel knew that too and stopped before we went into a secluded partitioned room behind the stage to make sure he saw no one who knew us. Nodding, he pulled me into the small room with a dark blue leather sofa, star-like lights twinkled overhead.

  Cupping my face, he stared at me for a long time. “You know that we can’t tell a soul about this, right?”

  I nodded as I bit my lower lip. “I don’t have to tell anyone a thing. But I have to have you. And I want you right now.”

  “Good. I want you too.” His face came closer and closer, but so damn slowly that I fought the urge to hurry things up. When his lips finally met mine, explosions went off inside of my head – not fireworks – full-blown explosions.

  Moving me backward as he took my mouth to places no one ever had, he only stopped when my back hit the wall. Then he pulled away from me and turned me around. I panted loudly as he ran his hands down my arms, then took my hands in his, moving them to the wall then planting them there. “These stay here until I tell you otherwise.”

  “Uh, huh.” I would’ve agreed to anything he wanted to do to me.

  His lips pressed against my neck as his hot breath moved along it. “Good girl.”

  I was so not a good girl for doing what I was about to do. I was a very, very bad girl for what I was going to do with Axel Rush, the man my father trusted to keep his hands
off me.

  Axel’s hands ran down my stomach, leaving lava trails in their paths. Unbuttoning then unzipping my pants, he put one hand down the front of them, his fingers moved over my throbbing pussy. One finger slipped into me as another tickled my clit into a frenzy it had never been in before.

  Arching my back, pushing my ass against the bulge in his pants, I wanted more, and I wanted it right then. But he was teasing the shit out of me. Moving his hips in a way that mimicked fucking, I went out of my mind with the need to feel him inside of me. “Please,” I moaned.

  He didn’t say a thing, just kept tormenting my pussy with one hand, then slid the other under my shirt, pushing the bra up to expose one tit. My nipple was already hard as a rock when he rolled it between two of his fingers.

  Easing his hand out of my pants, he moved the one playing with my tit down, taking me by the waist then moving me over to face the couch. “Hands on the cushion, don’t move them until I tell you that you can.”

  Leaning over, I put my hands on the cushion, holding my breath as I heard the sound of his zipper sizzling down. As if the sprinkler system inside of me had gone off, I grew even wetter than he’d made me before.

  Tugging my pants down to let them fall around my ankles, he then caressed my ass before popping it nice and hard. One hand on my back, held me firmly in place, while his thick, long, and hard cock thrust into my somewhat inexperienced pussy that clung to it tightly. “Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re tight.”

  I did do Kegels to keep that part of me in shape. “You’re huge.”

  “You can take it.” He moved slowly while holding me at the waist with both hands. “Why don’t you grab your ankles for me, baby?”

  I’d never even done that before. But if he wanted it, he got it. “Back up.”

  He took a couple of steps back so the sofa wasn’t in my way and I leaned down slowly until I could grab my ankles, feeling his cock go deeper inside of me. The position made it hard to breathe, but I still didn’t care.

  “Yeah, baby. Damn it, girl.” He took me by the thighs, then moved fast and hard, fucking me into a state of ecstasy I didn’t know existed.

  Suddenly he pulled out of me, picked me up, slammed me down on my back on the floor, then spread my legs, moving his cock back into me. My whole body quivered as we stared into each other’s eyes while he moved in and out at such a fast pace it seemed impossible.

  Gripping his massive biceps as a wave began to build up inside of me, I felt like I might scream. And knew I couldn’t do that. “Put your hand over my mouth.”

  He looked at me with confusion, but I nodded as my legs wrapped around him and my nails bit into his flesh. Putting one hand over my mouth, he closed his eyes as I came all over his hard cock, my screams of pleasure muffled by his hand.

  Then he let go, filling me with liquid heat, his cock pulsing and jerking inside of me, making my orgasm go on and on. Finally, as our bodies shook, he lay down on top of me, his lips pressing against my neck. “I’m not going to be able to stop wanting to do this with you, Sarah.”

  Tears fell down my cheeks. “Me too, Axel.”

  He pulled his upper body up, wiping away my tears. “Don’t cry. I’ll come up with something to keep your dad off our trail.” And then he kissed me. Not a passionate kiss, not a searching kiss, wanting more – a sweet kiss was how he ended that crazy hot time we’d had.

  This man is amazing!

  Chapter Seven

  Axel

  Waking up in my bed, I found my sheets tented with a morning boner. Looking at the empty spot next to me, a groan slipped from my lips, “Shit.” I’d dreamt Sarah had actually come home with me and we’d kept on having the wild sex we’d had at the club. But it had only been a dream and I was all alone in my king size bed.

  Staring at the ceiling, I wondered what I was going to do about our situation. I’d never had to hide the fact I was fucking someone before, I wasn’t sure how to go about it. But I had to figure it out.

  Rolling over, I picked up my cell, then tapped in a short message to Sarah. Whatever I do today, don’t take it personally. The girl deserved a heads up as I had no clue what I might do to keep Carl off our trail. Looking through my contacts list on my phone, I found one that might work for me.

  Candy was a stripper I’d messed around with before. I could ask her to come to work with me that day to help with the design for the dressing rooms. It sounded plausible enough so that Sarah couldn’t bitch about having someone around who wasn’t part of the business. Plus, Candy liked to hang on me, so that would let Carl see that I was still active in my game.

  If I stopped seeing other women, he would know something was up between me and his daughter. I couldn’t let that happen. Also, I couldn’t let Sarah think she and I were exclusive. I wasn’t the type of man who got exclusive with anyone. Not even a drop-dead gorgeous, succulent vixen like Sarah Davis.

  After asking Candy if she was free to join me, and her quickly texting back that she’d loved to see me, I went to shower and got ready for the day ahead. I would’ve been lying if I’d said I looked forward to the day. Something about seeing Sarah after what we’d done the night before had me feeling a little nervous. I had no idea why that was, but I did feel nervous.

  Maybe it was betraying not only my MC brother but the fucking president of the Iron Cobras that had me on edge. Maybe it was taking another woman around Sarah that worked my nerves. Whatever it was, I had to just get the fuck over it. I’m not some candy-ass who lets shit get to him!

  Taking my truck to work that day, I didn’t want Candy riding on my bike with me. That would be a little too much for me to expect Sarah to take. When I’d taken Sarah back to her place, she’d confided in me that she’d had plenty of fantasies about her and I riding on my bike. She’d kissed me and told me what we’d done felt special to her. I didn’t want to tarnish it by showing up with another woman riding behind me.

  While I didn’t want Sarah to think we were a thing, I also didn’t want to treat her the way I’d treated all the other women. The fact was, I respected Sarah, a thing I’d never done with any of the other women I’d messed with before. The whole thing was new territory for me.

  Honking the horn in front of Candy’s apartment, I waited for her to come outside. Wearing faded blue jeans, tennis shoes, and a t-shirt, she looked a hell of a lot different from the last time I’d seen her. She’d only had a G-string on then. Her blonde hair was piled into a messy bun on top of her head, and she wore a full face of makeup. I already knew Sarah would be jealous. “Damn.”

  Climbing into the passenger seat, Candy smiled at me. “Hey, stranger.”

  We’d only hooked up once – that was how I liked it – love them, then leave them wanting more. And I hadn’t come back for seconds with Candy. “I know, it’s been a while. How’ve you been?”

  “Busy.” Leaning over the console that separated us, she kissed my cheek when I purposely turned my head to avoid one on the mouth. As she moved back into her seat, she frowned a little. “So, you’re going to open your own club, huh?”

  “I am.” I drove off, trying to ignore the weird feelings that welled deep inside my stomach. Am I doing the right thing? “Well, I’m partnering with someone to help get it going. You’ll meet her. And please try your best to be respectful. She’s my boss’ daughter.”

  “I thought you were the boss.” Winking at me, she just smiled. “Or do you mean your MC’s boss?”

  Talking about any MC business with outsiders was against the strict rules of our club. No one was to know who truly was behind the operation of any of our businesses. Each business was thought to be owned by only one man. If things went wrong and authorities got involved, only that man took the blame and the punishment.

  “That.” I turned onto the road that would take us to the club and my stomach began to swarm with butterflies. It became clear to me that Sarah had a hold on me no one else had ever accomplished. And I kind of hated that. “Anyway his daughter, Sarah,
just graduated from college with a bachelor’s in business. When I talked about opening the club in front of my club members, the boss said I should let Sarah teach me the ropes. She’s not staying on, just making sure I know how to run things when she leaves.”

  She eyed me, subjectively. “I can’t see you working under a woman, Axel.”

  “I don’t work under her. I work with her.” I didn’t care for her implying anything otherwise.

  My tone must’ve let her know I didn’t like what she’d said as she looked out the window. “I see. So, you want my advice on how the dressing rooms should be laid out then? Right? That’s why you asked me to come with you today?”

  “Yes, I want to make this a nice place where women will want to come work. So, I want to make things a bit better than they can get anywhere else.” I really did want the dancers to feel comfortable in our club. “And I thought you would be the expert on what dancers want in a dressing room.” I pulled into the parking lot; parking next to Sarah’s Subaru. “And this is it. What do you think?”

  “It’s pretty cool.” She hopped out of the truck, waiting for me in front of it. “It’s big.” The neon sign with, The Executive Viper, had been put up. That alone had made the entrance look more inviting. “I like the name.”

  “Thanks, Sarah and I came up with it.” Coming up beside her, I ran my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me. I wanted to play it up for Carl after all. “We’re going to have a full kitchen with a chef – the boss is taking on that project for me. He’s a real foodie and I asked for his help in that area. There are going to be three bars, twelve private areas, and of course an awesome stage for our performers to strut their stuff on.”

  “You know, I could be the dance manager, Axel.” She batted her thick false eyelashes at me. “Would you consider me for that position?”