So Hot MC Boxset

by Blair Grey

  His hand on my shoulder stopped me and I froze instantly as a jolt of electricity shot clear through me. “No, not sir. Think of something else you can call me.”

  “K.” I couldn’t really think or make more than one syllable come out of my mouth as my pussy throbbed and my brain started spinning out of control.

  Whoa!

  After I closed the door, I had to lean back on it to try to pull my shit together. He’s just a man!

  A man with awesome biceps and a scent so leathery that I felt like I’d stepped into a Harley shop filled with all sorts of sexy leather items. But all he had on were jeans and a black t-shirt. How he smelt of leather, I had no idea.

  Deciding I needed to walk off whatever the hell was happening to me, I went to the front of the place, looking out the window at the parking lot as I locked the door to prevent anyone else from coming in. I didn’t want to get stuck staying later than six. A lone Harley sat, parked right in front. He’s a biker.

  I should’ve known I would be attracted to the man. I’d grown up in an MC. I hadn’t known any other type of man in my life. But doing anything with any biker, especially one in an MC my father’s MC had a rivalry with, which was a lot of them, was frowned upon. And by frowned upon, I mean forbidden completely.

  Not that anyone in the Irish Reapers would have my half-blooded ass. My mother’s impure blood had led to her swift demise. I was lucky they’d left me alive. But apparently, I was to be left alive and unloved – by anyone.

  Enough time had passed, and I’d thought about enough undesirable things that my libido was back in check. Heading back to the room, I opened the door to find the man lying facedown as I’d told him to. The tats that covered his back told me pretty much exactly who he was. “Ah, an Iron Cobra, I see.”

  “Is that gonna be a problem, honey?” He turned his head to look at me with a sexy grin on his handsome face.

  “Nope.” I cracked my knuckles as I went to get the hot oil. “So, you’ve been a member for a number of years, I see that by the date under the lower rocker.” I figured he was in his mid to late forties. Dripping the oil onto his back, I traced the striking cobra on his back. “Two stars? What’s that mean?”

  “I’ve been president for two years. I plan on having more years as the leader of our pack.” His muscles rippled as he moved to make himself more comfortable. “Can you give my right shoulder a good workout? It’s been giving me trouble lately?”

  My panties dampened as I moved my hands over his shoulder. “You’ve got quite a bit of tension here. Having troubles?” Geeze, this man’s muscles are freaking awesome!

  “There’s always some trouble brewing, honey. Just rub it out, will ya?”

  I can rub out more than just your knots, mister. Your pecker for instance.

  I wasn’t sure if I should tell him about my father being the president of an MC too or not. Chances were, his MC had problems with them anyway. But, I figured I should say something about it. “You probably have some of those troubles spinning around my father’s MC, the Irish Reapers. He’s their prez.”

  “Is he?” He pulled his face up to look at me. “You’re a Kelly?”

  “I am.” I smiled to let him know I wasn’t like my father. “I think I take after my mother more than him though. I don’t seem to have that fiery temper he does.”

  “Glad to hear that.” He turned back around.

  Moving my hands all over his back, I hadn’t ever enjoyed giving anyone a massage as much as I was with him. “Your ink is done really well. You got a guy who does it?”

  “One of my brothers is the artist behind all this ink.”

  “One of your MC brothers, or one of your real brothers?” I had to ask because one never knew which one a biker was talking about.

  “MC brothers.”

  “Sure.” Gazing at his tanned skin, I almost sighed out loud and caught myself just in time. “So, is there an old lady in your life?”

  “Not anymore.” He waited a few seconds before going on. “She was murdered a couple of years ago.”

  “Did they catch the person who did it?” I knew how these things went within MCs. No man waited for the cops to take action, they did that themselves.

  “Yep.”

  “Good.” Chances were that he might’ve even had to take down one of my father’s MC brothers to get the justice he needed. I didn’t take any of that stuff personally. My father’s MC was full of nothing but cut-throat men. “So, you’ve gotten closure. We all need that when bad things happen.”

  I hadn’t gotten mine though. Somehow, being robbed of one’s mother while still an infant can’t be closed in any way.

  “My left hamstring is a bit tight too. Think you can fix me up?”

  My body trembled as I moved my hands down his left leg. Sheer power and well-defined muscles flowed underneath my hands. “It is tight. You have to really be paying attention to find the tighter spot on an extremely tight body like yours though. How many hours a day do you work out, if I may butt into your life a bit more?”

  “I do a bit in the morning, then a little in the afternoon.” He acted like he didn’t do that much exercise.

  I knew he was lying. “Sure you do. And by a little, do you mean a couple of hours?”

  “Something like that.” He chuckled and the deep, smooth sound made my heart speed up. “You’re in pretty great shape yourself. How much do you work out?”

  I had to laugh. “I don’t.” I was thin, a stick-figure. “But thanks for the compliment. Even if it’s not true at all.”

  “It is true. You’ve got a great body, honey. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

  I was kind of tall for a woman at five-eight. My body was lithe, and my boobs were only a B-cup. My ass wasn’t anything spectacular either. I knew when I was being flattered. “It’s okay, you don’t have to try to make me feel pretty.” I knew I wasn’t.

  His legs moved and I stood back as he turned over and sat up, his blue eyes twinkling in the overhead light as he looked at me. He held out his hands. “May I?”

  “May you what?” I had no idea what he wanted to do.

  “Show you something about yourself.” He smiled. “I won’t touch you inappropriately, I swear. If you want me to do that, all you have to do is ask. But I won’t do it until then.”

  So, if I ask, he will touch me in inappropriate ways? Hum.

  Stepping forward, I put my body in front of him. “Okay then. Show me.”

  His large hands moved to run along my jawline then over my cheeks. “You’ve got great bone structure. High cheekbones, a strong jaw but still soft and feminine. Your eyes are comparable to that of a doe’s. Your lips are full and naturally caramel-colored.” His hands moved to my shoulders. “You have strong shoulders that are still narrow enough to match your slender frame.”

  I knew I was skinny. “By slender, you’re talking about my skinny body.”

  “Skinny isn’t what you are. You’re built much like a gazelle. And you move with grace, almost as if you’re gliding across the floor. I bet you’re a magnificent dancer.”

  “You would be wrong. I’ve never really danced in my entire thirty-five-year lifespan.” I couldn’t believe this silver fox was coming onto me this way. “You know you’re really hot, right? You know that you could have any woman you wanted, right? You don’t need to flatter me.”

  Cocking his head to one side, he looked a little surprised. “I’m not flattering you. This is the truth and I think you’re missing out on certain things because you lack self-esteem. You’re a true beauty, Brittany Kelly. An exquisite woman with untapped powers that are begging to be let out.”

  I had to laugh at that. “I am almost powerless. You couldn’t be further from the truth. My life isn’t even in my own hands. It never will be.”

  Looking confused, he asked, “Why is that?”

  “I owe my father my life. I am to work to pay him back for allowing me to live. I don’t expect you to understand.” I hated talking abou
t myself and my life. “Lie back down and I’ll finish your massage.”

  His hands moved off my shoulders then ran down my arms, leaving goosebumps in their paths. He took me by the wrists then pulled me toward him. It wasn’t lost on me how my body was between his tree-trunk legs and he was only covered waist-down with a towel. My pussy wept for him. “I’d like to take you out tonight. Anywhere you want. We can do anything you want to do.”

  My eyes wandered over his tat-covered chest and upper arms. One of them had a red heart with a jagged black line through it with the name Lisa written on it. His dead wife? “Why?” I had no idea why this hot man would want to take me out. But then it hit me. “Wait. You want to take me out to show my father disrespect, don’t you?” This had happened to me before. And it was one of the main reasons my father didn’t want me seeing anyone.

  “I could care less about showing your father anything. I think you’re beautiful and I would like to get to know you better. That’s it.” He moved his hands off my wrists, running them back up my arms. “I will be a perfect gentleman. I can be that way when I want to.”

  Did I say I wanted a perfect gentleman?

  I didn’t know what a gentleman was. “Look, you have no idea how broken I truly am. And I don’t like people finding that out either. I’m not much fun. I don’t have a good sense of humor. And I don’t know how to share my feelings well. And then there’s the part about how my father doesn’t like me to date.”

  “You did say that you’re thirty-five, didn’t you?” He smiled at me as he ran his hands back down my arms, taking my hands into his. “And what your father doesn’t know won’t hurt him nor you, will it?”

  “So, you’re saying you would keep it on the down-low?” I didn’t know what the man really was after, but I did know that the opportunity for me to get to feel a massive body like his all over mine didn’t come along every day.

  “Who needs to know?” He pulled my hands up, holding them to his bare chest. “Dinner and a movie? Dinner then a night of dancing? Or dinner at my place? I cook- you clean the dishes?”

  If I was to go out with anyone, to their place was the best possible option. That way no one would see us together to be able to report back to my father. “I really hope you’re not playing me, silver fox.”

  “So, that’s the name you want to call me?” He frowned. “I thought something sexy would come to mind. Maybe something like lover-boy or big-daddy.”

  I had so many daddy-issues that calling any man daddy would only serve to dampen my sex-drive. “How about I call you by your real name?” Knowing that he was the president of the Iron Cobras, I’d heard the man’s name before. “Carl Davis.”

  “So, is that a yes?”

  “Dinner at your place. You cook, and I’ll clean up.” I bit my lower lip as I prayed I wasn’t doing something stupid. “I’ll follow you in my car. If I get caught riding on the back of your bike, I’ll be skinned alive.”

  “It’s a date then. How about I get dressed and we can head on out to my place, baby?”

  What am I doing?

  Chapter Three

  Carl

  Touching the woman had set off fires inside of me that hadn’t been set in quite some time. I road on my Harley out to Johnny’s place as Brittany followed behind me in her little black Honda.

  When I’d seen her, I had thought her to be beautiful. When I talked to her, I found her spirit weak and in need of some repair. So much pain could be seen in her dark eyes that it hurt me as well.

  There was an instant attraction between us that couldn’t be denied. And my heart went out to the woman just because she was the daughter of a monster. But she was who she was – the daughter of the leader of our biggest and worst rival. Whatever I did, I couldn’t let empathy or my cock lead me.

  As I pulled into the drive, I went all the way around back so she could put her car in the garage back there. I’d told her before we’d left that I had one and she could put her car in there to hide it from any prying eyes. Keeping her father out of her business was a high priority for the woman.

  Being that she was thirty-five, the fact her father still had such a strong hold over her bothered me. I knew there had to be some really dark shit behind all that. And I hated that anyone had to endure what that man was capable of dishing out.

  I parked my bike then opened the garage door, so she could pull inside. Then she came out to me, smiling away. “This is pretty far out.”

  “Told you.” I closed the garage door as I watched her turn around in a circle to look up at all the tall trees.

  “It’s gorgeous out here.” She stopped and looked at me. “I think we’re far enough out of town that we could venture to take a ride on your bike. I can’t tell you how bad I’m itching to feel that beast between my legs.” Her eyes went wide as she grew embarrassed by what had come out of her mouth. “Did I say that out loud?”

  “You wouldn’t be human if you weren’t itching to feel that beast between your legs, baby.” I knew we were far enough out to take a ride without anyone seeing us. Plus, I knew all the backroads to take. “Come on, let’s go for a ride.”

  Clapping, she looked excited. “Yay!”

  I pulled the extra helmet out of the saddlebag. “Here ya go. Let me strap this on for ya.”

  “K.”

  As I put the helmet on her, I felt the strong urge to kiss her full lips. I hadn’t felt an urge like that in a long time. Sure, I’d made myself move on with other women, but I had made myself do that. This wasn’t forced, this was natural. “You look good with my helmet on, Britt.” Remember who she is and why you brought her out here.

  “Britt?” She smiled. “When I was a kid, I had this one friend who called me that. I like it.”

  “Cool.” In a way, I wanted to be her friend, despite the real reason I’d brought her out there. I had my bets that she hadn’t had many in her life. If she’d had, then she would know how gorgeous she truly was.

  I got my helmet on then got on my bike, taking her hand to help her onto the back. She leaned in, wrapping her body around mine. The way my cock sprang to attention was a thing that surprised me a bit. I’d been reminding myself over and over again about why she was there and what this whole thing was about. None of it seemed to be getting to my nether regions though. I felt like I was sixteen again. Young, dumb, and full of cum.

  “I’m ready, Carl. Take me away.”

  I sure will.

  For the next month, I would be taking her away from it all. She could just relax in the little house in the woods and do nothing at all. I would fix her gourmet meals and she could get a little weight on her slender body.

  If nothing else, I could make her happy for a little while. Everyone deserved to be happy at least some time in their lives. Even if someone was the daughter of a giant shit-stain of a human being.

  Brittany was thin, not skinny, but on the slender side. With my cooking, I could bring her up to a nice, healthy weight. And with all that relaxation, she might find herself not even wanting to go back to where I’d taken her from. Whoa there, stud. This isn’t about romance – it’s about gaining leverage with her father’s MC.

  The way her warm breath felt against my neck made me feel drunk. I wanted her. There was no denying it. I wanted to plant my cock so deep inside of her that it would touch places that had never been touched before.

  Although I knew I shouldn’t even be thinking this way, my cock had other ideas and I rarely let my cock down. We had an agreement, I let it have what it wanted, and it didn’t stop working on me.

  But will she want that?

  Kidnapping was one thing. Taking a woman without her consent was a whole other can of worms. I wouldn’t do that.

  Her hands moved around, trailing down my stomach, then one eased to touch the boner I had going on. She gently squeezed it, then her lips pressed against my neck.

  I knew what she wanted and pulled into a thickly wooded area to give it to her. Seemed she and my erection ha
d similar interests. It wouldn’t hurt a thing to let them have their way. Parking the bike, I yanked my helmet off. “You want some of that, baby?”

  She took her helmet off, tossing it to the ground as she nodded and climbed off the bike. “Would that be okay with you?”

  Grabbing her up into my arms, I kissed her hard. I couldn’t remember wanting to taste anyone so much in my life. My jeans made the erection she’d given me begin to hurt, so I reached in between us, letting it out.

  She moved her hand down, running it up and down the length of my bare cock as she moaned with desire. I unzipped her pants then pushed them down to puddle around her feet. Moving slowly, I eased her to the back of my bike before pulling my mouth away from hers. “Bend over and hold on to the seat of my bike.”

  Her eyes lit up and golden flecks made lightning strikes in them. “K.”

  Pushing her down so I could look at her pristine ass, I ran my hands over both cheeks. “Nice.”

  She wiggled it as a sexy laugh came out of her. She’d been so down on her body that I was glad to see her letting herself enjoy my approval of her fine ass. “You like?”

  “Very much.” Reaching between her legs, I plunged one finger into her to find her soaked. “You like too, huh?”

  “Very much,” her words came out in a soft moan. “If your finger can make me feel that way, I might fall apart completely when you put her dick into me.”

  My dick was beginning to wonder why I was taking so long to put him into the hot embrace of her sweet, succulent depths of ecstasy. “Well, let’s see what I can do for you, baby.”

  She was so tight around my finger that I knew she was going to blow me away when I plunged my big cock into her. Putting the tip against her, I eased in slowly so as not to hurt her. I had the feeling she’d been hurt far too much in her life already.

  “Shit! That feels amazing,” she growled. “It burns. But in the best way.”