So Hot MC Boxset

by Blair Grey

  Shrugging, Lucas went on, “What will a couple more weeks accomplish, Carl? She won’t be going back to live with him then either. And she won’t be staying where she is once we release her anyway.”

  I wasn’t sure if she’d told him something she hadn’t told me. “And where will she be going, chap?”

  “I’ve arranged for her to have an apartment at the complex my niece runs in another state.” The smile he wore said he was damn proud of himself for what he’d accomplished.

  And it wasn’t an altogether bad idea either. But the fact Britt hadn’t spoken to me about it at all made me think we weren’t on the level of communication I had thought we were. There was something that Lucas hadn’t said that bothered me. “And how about having someone to protect her? She’s never going to be in the clear with her father. Not ever. We owe it to her to keep her safe and alive. If she’s living alone, away from our protection, then her father and his band of merry men could get to her quite easily.”

  “She’ll be in another state,” he argued. “It’s like a five-hour drive from here. When you add in the fact that no one will know exactly where she is, then she’s pretty safe Carl. And my niece is going to give her a job at the apartment complex too. She’ll also be under an alias that I’ve already begun setting up. I’ll have the documents and new driver’s license within a day from now. You need to accept that it’s time to let her go.”

  I didn’t want to accept that. “Well, I’ll talk to her about it later. So, for now, we’ll keep things the way they are. Even if her father doesn’t see it as her leaving him for us, he will know that she would’ve never left without our help. There will still be a price to pay for that. We need more time to figure things out. Letting her go right now just isn’t an option.”

  Lucas looked at James, our club secretary. “Note that I disagree, please. I think it’s best for Brittany Kelly to be given her new identity and the chance to start her life over somewhere else.”

  Formally challenging me was a thing I hadn’t seen Lucas doing. He must have had his reasons for doing it. He and Britt must’ve talked about more things than she cared to talk to me about. “As I said, I will talk to her later and we can reconvene in a day or two to take a vote on what we should do. Her safety is as important to me as her mental health is chap. I don’t want to make hasty decisions that might get her hurt or worse.”

  After adjourning our meeting, I headed out to take over watching Brittany. It made me feel good that we’d left the chains off her and she hadn’t tried to run even once. I felt her growing more trustful of me each passing day.

  The fact she hadn’t told me a thing about what she and Lucas had cooked up did more than just irritate me though. It sort of hurt me. I didn’t like that feeling at all.

  When I arrived at the house, I found Cal Schumacher, one of our riders, sitting outside in the back. His feet were up on the table as he leaned back in a lawn chair. “Hey, boss. You takin’ over now?”

  “I am. You can go.” Taking long strides, I found my heart beating faster than I thought it should be. Stopping just before I walked inside, I took a few deep breaths to try to calm my ass down. “So not like you Carl Davis. When did you lose your ability to stay cool in any situation?”

  A female voice came out the kitchen window, “When did you start talking to yourself? Is the better question.”

  Opening the door, I felt a little foolish. “So, the window’s open. Didn’t see that. Feeling kind of stupid now.”

  “Don’t.” She sauntered toward me, hips rolling as she smiled sexily. “So, you staying the night with me?”

  We’d refrained from sex and it looked as if she was ready to get back at that. As she came up close enough for me to grab her, I did just that, dragging her body until it was flush with mine. “I’m not sure yet.” I couldn’t help myself and leaned in to kiss her sweet lips. Lips that hadn’t been touched in a couple of weeks. Her arms slid around my neck as I felt her body heat. I wrapped mine around her body tighter, pulling her feet off the floor as our kiss took on a life of its own.

  As our tongues did battle, hers eventually yielding to mine, her legs wrapped around me and I started walking out of the kitchen. The living room was closer, so I headed that way.

  The sound of Cal’s motorcycle leaving let me know that we were alone. Stripping away her clothes and mine as we went, I had her nearly naked by the time we got to the living room, clothes scattered, leaving a trail behind us.

  Putting her down, I eased away from her. Taking a seat on the chair, I looked at my boots. She shimmied out of her panties and bra, then got on her knees in front of me, pulling my boots off without saying a word.

  When she’d finished, I leaned over, running my hand through her hair. “Thank you. You look beautiful this afternoon.”

  Moving her hands up my thighs, she undid my jeans, slipping her hand in to run it over my ever-expanding cock. “And you look good enough to eat. May I?”

  Raising my brows, I had to ask to be sure she wanted to do this for her own reasons too and not just to please me. “Britt, are you sure that’s what you want to do? You do remember all we’ve been talking about in the last couple of weeks. Doing this might be something you regret later. I would hate to be something that you end up regretting.”

  “The only thing I’m regretting right now is that I’ve spent two weeks with the only man who has ever rocked my world so completely and we’ve been keeping our bodies away from each other. I need you. I need to feel you inside of me.” One tear slipped down her cheek. “I can’t tell you what the future holds. I can’t tell you truthfully that one day in the future I might look back at this time and hate something about it. But I can tell you that it won’t be a thing about you that I’ll hate. I know that without a shred of doubt.”

  Although I wanted her mouth wrapped around my cock more than I wanted air to breathe at that moment, I wanted to find out why she hadn’t told me about leaving the state and my protection. “Britt, we had a meeting today. Lucas told me about the plans you’ve made.”

  The tears dried up as she took on a confused expression. “Plans? That I’ve made? I’m not following you.”

  Felling a little shell-shocked, I hadn’t thought that Lucas had made all those plans without talking to Britt about them. “So, you haven’t talked to Lucas about going to another state or working with his niece at an apartment complex?”

  “No.” She sat back on her heels. I’d never seen anything sexier than that. Naked, taking a submissive pose. Chewing on her lower lip as her eyes cast to one side. “But he did say that he was taking care of things for me. Is that what he thinks is best for me?”

  “That doesn’t matter. What do you want to do, Britt?” My chest decompressed as relief filled me that she hadn’t been withholding things from me.

  “To be honest, I’m not sure what I want to do yet. Is there a rush for me to figure that out, Carl? I thought you said you were keeping me for a month. Is something changing?” Running her hands up my legs, she looked worried. “Do you want me to go?”

  I didn’t want to tell her what to do. I wanted her to make her own choices. “All I want is for you to do whatever you want to.”

  “For now, I want to keep things the way they are. Is that okay?”

  It was more than okay since I wanted the same damn thing. “Yeah. It’s good to hear you say that. Looking down at my full erection, I smiled. “So, if you want to get back to the physical stuff, I’m all for it.”

  Licking her lips, she seemed happy about that. “Good. I love the fact that you want to help me get better. And I know that Lucas thinks me getting involved with anyone right now is a huge mistake. But I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop wanting you.”

  I wasn’t sure if what I was about to say was right or not, but I knew it was the truth and sometimes the truth just has to be said. “Me too, Britt. I’ve thought about you so much, and what the right thing to do with you and for you is. I’m tired of fightin
g the attraction I have for you. You’ve been through hell, honey – I know that. But I don’t think that means you have to be alone. I can be with you while you get through things.”

  With a long sigh, her entire body relaxed. “Good. I want you to be with me, Carl.” Easing forward, she took my cock into her hands, moving them up and down slowly. “I’m not sure if Lucas needs to know about this though. He’s quite good at giving lengthy lectures.”

  “Amen.” I closed my eyes as she put her lips on the tip of my cock then slipped her mouth over it. Warmth spread over my body as she moved her mouth on me.

  Gripping the arms of the chair I sat in, I held on tight. The urge to grab her and toss her onto the floor on her back was nearly overwhelming. The animal inside of me went crazy for the woman. I wouldn’t let so much as a day come between her and me getting to savor the intense passion we shared again if it could be helped.

  Finally, I opened my eyes, watching her head move over me. Her silky dark hair beckoned me, so I tangled my hands in it, moving her a little faster. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. I can’t believe how good you suck my cock.”

  She moaned a little and the vibration made me nearly climax. Only I didn’t want to waste it that way. Pulling her head up, I looked into her dark eyes. “I want to be inside of you.”

  Nodding, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I’d like that.”

  Moving back, she lay on the carpet, waiting for me to take off my jeans. Watching me, she licked her lips again. There was no denying the desire and lust in her eyes.

  As I moved my body between her open legs, then thrust my cock into her hot body, there was no denying that what I felt for her was more than lust. I cared about her. I wanted her. I wanted her with me.

  For now, she didn’t want to leave, and I had to be okay with the fact that what she wanted might change someday. I had to be okay with her getting to do whatever she wanted. She’d been robbed of her freedom by her father. I wasn’t going to take over where he’d left off.

  So, I wouldn’t ask her to be something to me that she might end up not wanting later. For now, she and I were back to where we’d started, and I had to be happy with that.

  For now.

  Chapter Ten

  Brittany

  What am I doing?

  Waking up in bed, I felt Carl’s massive arm draped over my naked body. A small amount of sunlight crept through the heavy curtain that hung over the one window, telling me the sun had risen. We’d spent the entire night together. And not all of it was spent having sex.

  Some women might’ve loved all the cuddling we’d done. Some women would’ve adored the way Carl had whispered sweet things into my ear as we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  And I had loved every last bit of it all.

  But I knew one thing, he didn’t. I’d been hardwired long ago to obey my father and to never even think of stabbing him in the back. I’d seen what he’d done to his own MC brothers when one of them did so much as to disrespect him. It wasn’t pretty and it had left an imprint on my young mind.

  As much as I wanted to believe that the life I’d lived could actually be left behind me for good, my subconscious refused to allow that. The night should’ve been dreamless. Instead, I had dream after dream of things that I’d seen my father do to people in the past.

  He’d had my own mother killed for her lies. Not that I thought she’d lied at all. I didn’t know the entire story, only the version my father had told on occasion.

  I wasn’t sure that my mother ever knew that she was even adopted. For all I knew, she’d truly thought herself to be full-blooded Irish. And even if she’d told my father about not knowing that about herself, I was positive that he would’ve still shown her no mercy.

  Once, I’d asked him why he hadn’t just made my mother leave and take me with her. He obviously didn’t want me. For that little infraction of a rule, I hadn’t known existed, I was beaten until I couldn’t breathe any longer, then thrown into my bedroom and left locked in it for what seemed like days.

  When he came to let me out and found me still alive, he’d told me that was why he didn’t let my mother take me away from him. I was his. I was half of what he wanted in a child, but I was his. The fact that I had survived what he’d done to me, proved that I was still stronger than most humans.

  The things I’d heard the men in his MC talking about seemed ridiculous. It was as if they truly thought their blood to be better, stronger, smarter than anyone else’s on the entire planet. And even the universe, for that matter.

  I didn’t think the same way they did at all. But I did think that my father wouldn’t ever sit back and allow me to just leave. He might kill me, but he wouldn’t let me live without being under his control.

  So, what Carl and I had done might’ve been a dream come true for some women, but not me. Not when I knew my time wasn’t really mine. I belonged to Arthur Kelly. It was up to him if I lived or died. It had always been that way and it would always be that way.

  Lucas and Carl had done their best to talk to me about getting real help for all I’d been through. It wasn’t like I didn’t know I had PTSD and probably many other mental disorders that came from what I’d gone through. To call me damaged goods just wasn’t big enough to describe how messed up I truly was. Carl didn’t deserve that kind of shit in his life.

  For someone in an MC that was into more illegal activity than legal activity, the man had morals galore. He had sympathy and empathy that I’d never seen in any man my father knew – even those who weren’t in his MC.

  Carl’s arm went tight around me as he yawned. “Um, it feels good waking up with you, baby.”

  His cock stirred in the small of my back, pulsing to life. My cunt pulsed right back. But my brain told me that this had to stop. No matter what kinds of fantasies had been moving through my mind about a future with him or even one without him and living free of my father, the truth had come back around to take root in my mind once again.

  I belong to Arthur Kelly and no one else.

  Moving his arm off me, I got up. “I’ve gotta pee.”

  He leaned up on one elbow, grinning at me. “I’ll be right here waiting for you when you get done with that. I think another day of how we spent yesterday is just what the doctor would order if we had one.”

  Nodding, I went to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I didn’t want him coming in to surprise me. It wouldn’t be easy to blow him off with the fact that I had nowhere else to go and nothing else to do.

  I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to blow him off, but I knew that – in the end – Carl would be hurt by what happened to me. It would be better if he hated me when he found that I was no longer alive. Or that I was alive but put into some terrible situation to make amends to my father for getting my ass kidnapped by his arch-enemy.

  As I sat there, trying to plot out my next actions, a knock came to the door. “Hey, I’m gonna get up and go use the other bathroom, then I’m going to start making us breakfast. I’ve forgotten my chivalry. How can I ask my lady to lay with me more if I have yet to feed her weary body?” He walked away, chuckling as he went. “Me, a chivalrous man. Who would’ve thunk it?”

  My heart pounded in my chest. He’s such a good man.

  And that was precisely why I had to get him to dislike me. He was far too good to be hurt by what would happen to me. Eventually, my father would make me pay for my transgressions.

  The neighboring business to the massage parlor would let him know that I wasn’t taken by force. He would learn the whole story, somehow. He always did.

  I remembered thinking that he’d had some sort of psychic gift when I was a teenager and trying my best to rebel. He caught everything I did back then. As I got older, I began to realize that he had spies everywhere. The Irish Reapers had spies upon spies. There wasn’t even one city block that didn’t have someone or more than one person who would tell my father’s MC whatever they wanted to kno
w about the goings-on around them.

  Arthur Kelly knew The Iron Cobras held his daughter. That was enough right there for him to have me killed. I was to fight to the death not to be taken by the Irish Reapers enemies.

  I hadn’t fought at all. I’d come willingly. Sure, I’d been tricked. That would only make it that much worse to my father. He would blame my mother’s blood for that and drain me of it.

  “Honey, you okay in there?” Carl called out, making me shudder. “I’ve got the coffee ready.” Suddenly, his voice came from the other side of the door. “What am I doing? You take your time. Do whatever you need to do in there, baby. I’m just being impatient is all. I’ll chill. No hurry.”

  I set there on the toilet with my face in my hands. He’s such a good man! “Yeah, thanks. I’m gonna shower first if that’s cool with you.”

  “You do that. I’ll go slow on the cooking this morning.” I heard the wooden door creak as he leaned his weight against it. “I thoroughly enjoyed spending the night with you, Britt. That one is going into the special memories vault for sure.”

  “Yeah, me too.” I sucked in my breath as I thought what an ass I was.

  “How do crepes with fresh berries sound to you?”

  “Fine.” I couldn’t even open my eyes as I felt so horrible for what I knew I had to do. “I mean, great actually.”

  “If you’d rather have something else you can tell me, you know. I can make just about anything.”

  “No, that sounds great, Carl. It really does. I’ll just shower, put on some clothes, then be out there to help you.” I flushed the toilet, hoping to send him away from the door.

  “K.” I heard his bare feet padding away.

  After a long shower, I put on some shorts and a tank top. Lucas had brought me some clothes in the past weeks. He said he would get me a whole new wardrobe before I was set free.

  When I was set free, there would be no reason to take the things he’d given me. My best option would be to go straight to my father to beg for his forgiveness. It wouldn’t gain me my life, but it might gain me a not so horrible death.