So Hot MC Boxset

by Blair Grey

  Her head dropped as she put the glass down on a side table. “Yeah, I know.”

  Lucas took a seat, taking another drink but keeping quiet. I could tell that he seemed to know where I was going with things. I just hoped he would respect our brotherhood enough to be completely honest with me – even if he thought it might hurt me.

  “Lucas, I asked you to take care of my wife. And I want to thank you for doing such a great job if it.” The truth was that I saw a light in her eyes when she looked at him that I had never seen in them before. And I saw something in Lucas that I hadn’t seen before either. “So, as my MC brother, I want to ask you a question and I want an honest answer. And don’t be afraid of my reaction.”

  Lucas nodded then took another drink. “You got it, brother.”

  Hailey’s head popped up as she looked at him with wide eyes. They seemed to be silently begging him not to say too much. But I needed to hear the truth from him and from her. “Hailey, let him answer me truthfully and then I want you to do the same. I don’t want to waste my time.”

  Picking up the glass she’d put down, she took a seat on the other end of the sofa from Lucas. “K.”

  I ran my finger around the rim of the untouched glass of expensive Scotch. “Lucas, do you love Hailey?”

  His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat for a moment, then he nodded. “I do.”

  Waiting for the pain, I found none and felt a little surprised by that. “Hailey, how do you feel about Lucas?”

  “He gets a yes or no question and I get one like this?” Her hands shook as she had to hold the glass with both hands, taking another drink.

  “Yes, you get one like this.” I waited patiently for her to find the words to tell me what she felt for my MC brother.

  Putting the glass down, she ran her hands over her face, then looked into my eyes. “Ryder, I care about you. And I have gone back and forth about this. Do I still love you or did that love change? Here’s the thing. Before you sent Lucas to watch over me, I tried to make believe that our love hadn’t died before you were sent away. But that wasn’t true. So, there was an opening for love to come in. Lucas found a place in my heart, Ryder. He’s still in it. I don’t think he’s ever going to go away, either.”

  Waiting for the heartache to begin, I was once again left unscathed. So, I held up my glass. “Then I would like to propose a new toast. This one goes out to my MC brother and chaplain of the Iron Cobras and to my wife – who I will soon set free – so you two can take this love you’ve found to wherever it goes. And you will do that with my blessing. And I mean that with my whole heart. I care about you both. But I don’t love either of you.”

  Tears streamed down Hailey’s face. “Ryder, you don’t have to.”

  I stopped her. “I do. I don’t want to pretend with you. And I don’t want you to pretend with me. So, if you two are okay with being together, then you can pack up your things and go home with Lucas.” I thought I had better make sure he was okay with that. “If that’s what you want, Lucas.”

  Standing up, he held out his hand and I shook it. “You are one hell of a man, Ryder Winslow. I have to let you know that I respect the hell out of you. But I do want to know if you’re sure about this. We both respect you and we both respect your marriage. So, if you do want to try to make things work with Hailey, then she is ready to try to do that too.”

  It felt a little crazy for the man who was in love with my wife to offer her back to me. “She loves you and you love her. And I don’t love anyone right now. So, you guys go on and have a great life. And I’ll find my way.” I looked at Hailey as I smiled widely at her. “You were always way out of my league anyway, girl. You and Lucas look right together. You and Lucas make each other happy and anyone with eyes can see that.”

  I see that and I want to look that way myself one day with the woman who is truly right for me.

  Chapter Two

  Janeen

  “Oh, baby, yes! Yes!” I screamed as I got my pussy ate out by a dark-haired hottie whose real name I’d forgotten already. “I’m gonna come, baby! Oh, yeah! Lick me, fuck me with your tongue.” I tangled one hand into his thick hair, making sure to angle my body back to leave room for the camera.

  The director, Mark, nodded as I’d done exactly what he wanted before he and to ask me to. Making a motion for me to play with my tit, he pursed his lips, pretending to suck.

  I understood him easily as we’d been working together for the last couple of years. Taking my big tit with my free hand, I pushed it up until I could reach the nipple with my tongue. I ran it around and around until my nipple was as hard as a rock. Then I moved my mouth so the camera guy could come in close to get the pic.

  Mark began undulating which meant he was ready for me to do the ending scene – the big orgasm. So, I pushed the dark-haired guy’s face a bit to get him going harder. “I’m going to come! Ah!”

  Closing my eyes, I didn’t actually need any guy to get me off. I’d learned how to do it using my mind as not all guys could manage to get me to climax right when the directors wanted it to happen.

  But I was a pro and knew the roped of the porn trade. Listening to the sounds of the licking and slurping, I focused on how wet his elongated tongue was as he moved it in and out of my hole. The money shot was about to happen. He leaned back, I arched my back and there was just enough space to fit the littlest camera right in the middle of all that hot action.

  Screaming, pulling his hair, and playing it up nicely, I came all over his tongue as he greedily sucked it all up. Mark was ecstatic with the scene as he pulled the pussy eater up, handing him a bottle of mouthwash. “Great job, Lonnie.”

  Oh yeah, Lonnie.

  “Yeah, great job, Lonnie.” I let the female aid wipe my leaking twat with a sanitary wipe before I tried to move. Getting cum all over the surfaces was frowned upon. Unless we were filming an orgy scene, then we were to get that shit everywhere.

  Apparently, the fans liked lots of cum when watching orgies. Whatever got our movies sold, I was happy to do. And at the moment, I was happy about getting the day’s filing over with so I could go home and chill for the remainder of the evening.

  My bodyguard, Maximillian Esposito, came to me with a white silk robe in his meaty paws. “You ready, Miss Diamond?” He winked at me. “Got what you came for?” He loved his little one-liners.

  “Ha! So funny, Max.” I stood up, allowing him to put the robe on for me. He’d asked a few times about being able to do scenes with me, but there wasn’t even one director who saw any potential in the oversized man. I was happy with their decisions. Nothing about the man attracted me. He had no neck and stubby feet.

  When a man has stubby feet, you can bet there are other things stubby on him too – and not just his fingers either.

  Walking down the hall to the dressing room that I shared with one other actress, I found her lounging in a chair in front of the lighted mirror. “Oh, there you are, Diamond. Was it an engaging performance?”

  “It was okay.” I took a seat to begin taking off my makeup and found Max standing too close for comfort. “A little privacy would be great, Max. You can wait outside the door while Candy and I make some girl-talk.”

  His dark, beady eyes lit up as he rubbed his palms together. “Are you two gonna make out?”

  Candy was always up to put herself on display. Why she wanted to do that for a man with no money, no power, and no way of pushing her career forward, I had no clue. “If you want us to, we can.” She pulled her pink robe away from her tit, exposing it to him.”

  “No.” I waved him away. “Out, Max. I’m tired and all I want to do is get ready then go home.”

  With some soft grumbles, he did as I said. If he didn’t listen to me, he’d have to answer to the boss – the boss of us all. Angelo Moretti, president of the Wicked Warlocks MC, ran the whole studio on top of everything else he ran in Atlantic City, New Jersey.

  Candy grumbled too as she covered her small tit back up. “You’r
e a party pooper, Diamond.”

  “Sometimes I am.” I’d been feeling a bit out of it lately. “I’m just feeling a bit bored with this whole porn thing.”

  Her jaw dropped. “What? Bored? How?” I mean, we’ve got the hottest guys fucking us. We’ve got more money than we know what to do with. And you have the penthouse apartment. I only have one on the ground floor – an efficiency. What are you thinking?”

  I’d been having dreams of the old days. Days way before porn became my life. “This wasn’t the dream for me, Candy. I aspired to become a legitimate actress. I wanted to do dramatic movies. I wanted to do Shakespeare in the park – in Central Park.”

  “Here we go with your what if’s again.” She huffed and began taking off her makeup. The false eyelashes were the first things to go.

  “Well, what if I hadn’t left home to go stay with my aunt in New York to study acting?” There were so many what if’s. “What if my high school boyfriend hadn’t been so set on being a rebel and leaving our hometown of Camden, New Jersey to search for freedom on the road?”

  I wonder if he ever found it.

  Candy wiped off her red lipstick, then pulled the black wig off, her red hair was plastered to her head. “And if he’d stayed? Then what? You wouldn’t have gone to New York? You wouldn’t have met Moretti? You wouldn’t be the well-paid movie star you are now? And for what? To be this moron’s wife and the mother of his kids?” She sighed as she placed the wig on a stand next to the other ones she wore. “You got lucky that he wanted to leave your hometown, the same way you did.”

  He and I had made a pact not to be mad with each other about us parting ways to chase our dreams. But I had always thought that one day we would reunite and get back to where we’d left off.

  And where we’d left off was a place of innocent love. Such a sweet relationship we’d had. If he and I ran into each other now, he wouldn’t believe what I’d turned into - a porno star for a biker gang in Atlantic City.

  “Yeah, well the dreams I chased weren’t anywhere near where I’ve ended up. I want more, Candy. I want to act. This isn’t acting.” Making the same old noises day in and day out while someone did things to my body or I did things to their body was not acting. “Anyone could do what we do. Anybody at all.”

  “That’s not true.” She tossed a makeup sponge at me, hitting me in the shoulder. “You are a star in this industry, and you should be thankful for that. Hell, I would be over the moon to be in your shoes. And if you so much as step out of them for even a minute, I will try to step right into them.”

  “And I would welcome you to do that too. If that’s what you want, then why haven’t you tired to take on more lead roles?” I wasn’t trying to hog the spotlight.

  Taking out her blue contacts, her brown eyes rolled. “I’m five foot even. You’re five-seven, an average height. My legs are short, yours are long and elegant. My body is thin, yours is curvy and your tits are naturally huge and so is your ass. You’ve got that silky, golden blonde hair and your eyes aren’t just naturally blue, you have great eyesight too and don’t even need to wear contacts. You are the epitome of the girl next door, Diamond Desire. Every guy’s dream girl.”

  I finished her thought as many a producer and director, along with Angelo Moretti, had told me the same thing, “A lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets. Yeah, sure, every man’s dream. And that’s why every damn movie I make starts with me wearing normal clothes, cleaning house or washing dishes when a hot neighbor moves in next door. Or the barely legal teen paperboy comes by to get his money for the weeks’ worth of newspapers. Then I strip and there I am, wearing naughty undergarments and needing dick so bad I start salivating for it.”

  Candy laughed and I had to join her. Porn plots were so predictable. “Well, you get those, and I get cast as the nympho who will take it up the ass at any given moment. Like today they had me leaning up against a streetlight like I was so horny that I was dry-humping this inanimate object when this random skateboarder comes along and sees me. He unceremoniously drops trou, pushing up my short skirt and finds I ain’t wearin’ no panties. So, he crams his rather small cock into my ass and starts butt-fucking me while I start finger-banging myself while moaning like it’s the best thing ever. Which it wasn’t, but I’ve had worse.”

  Life as a porn star. There’s got to be more to life than this.

  I couldn’t help but think about my high school guy – his dirty blonde hair, twinkling green eyes, and muscular body. All I could do was imagine what he’d turned out like. He and I were the same age, nearly thirty now.

  Here I was, still doing porn and he was most likely married with a house full of kids by now. The one thing I regretted about our time together was that we’d never had sex. I’d left Camden a virgin and I was pretty sure he had too. He’d never admitted it, but neither had I.

  So, where are you now, Ryder Winslow?

  Chapter Three

  Ryder

  Being a free man for three months had left me feeling ready to get back into full swing with my MC. “I am your man, Carl. Cocaine is one of my specialties.”

  “Are you sure about this, Ryder?” Carl looked around the council table at his fellow council members. “The Wicked Warlocks call Atlantic City home. So why we’re seeing some of them in Baltimore – our home – isn’t making much sense. Why are they coming all this way to peddle their coke? And is Ryder the right man to infiltrate this gang to find out why they’re encroaching on our turf?”

  I wasn’t going to let them put someone else on this. I knew I could do it and wanted to get away for a while too. It wasn’t super easy seeing my old-old lady with one of my MC brothers. Not that I wanted her back, but I wanted to branch out some.

  All the females in Baltimore who I’d messed with before seemed to be coming out of the woodwork, wanting another chance with me. But I didn’t want any of my old girls. I had to move on and that meant getting some space between me and Baltimore.

  “Look, I’ve got a great story that can be checked out about my reason for leaving the Iron Cobras.” It was genius really. “I did lose my wife to the brother I left in charge of her. That’s grounds to quit any MC and you guys know it.”

  Lucas – as chaplain – sat in his place at the round table, rubbing his brow with a guilty expression. “Sorry about that.”

  I walked around behind him, clapping him on the back. “Don’t be, brother. I’m happy you two are happy. I’m just saying that it makes a good story for why I’m leaving this MC and looking for another one.”

  The Sergeant at Arms, Clyde Thomas seemed to be taking my side as he nodded. “I think he’s right. And there’s no one else with a plausible story either. He’s our best bet. And I can go to Atlantic City to make sure he’s safe. I’ll take a few of our guys with me and we’ll act like tourists who’ve come to gamble and see the sights and maybe some other reason too. We can get hotel rooms on either side of him to make sure he’s safe at all times.”

  Carl’s barely-there smile told me that he was beginning to like the idea. “The Wicked Warlocks have a small casino on the ground floor of their headquarters too. These guys dabble in everything. Gambling, drugs, and even porn. They’ve got a movie studio within their headquarters too. I mean, they are making the bucks in so many ways that it makes no sense why they want to come all the way over here to take our customers.”

  The two and a half-hour drive between Atlantic City and Baltimore made it a bit on the unprofitable side if the Warlocks were selling their coke at the price we did. And if they weren’t, then why would our customers be paying them more for the same thing we could give them?

  There was much to find out about things. And I was ready to get to doing that. “I’m ready to go, boss. All you have to do is say the word.”

  Carl nodded at the treasurer, Steve McDonald. “You set these guys up with hotel rooms. Put Ryder smack dab in the middle of them. Get his room miked and a camera on the door. We need to see who comes and goes.”


  Clyde had a few things he needed too as he asked Steve, “Do you think you can get us five hotel rooms in all? And put the receivers in all the rooms too. That way if one of us misses something, someone else will be sure to catch it. We’ll be going as businessmen who are on a conference trip, I think that’ll work best. So book us into any conference that’s going on in Atlantic City too. Let’s keep this shit looking as legit as possible. And for this mission, me and the guys I take will shave our beards and wear normal business attire during the day and regular clothes at night, while we seek out entertainment.”

  “Color me impressed.” I had to give Clyde kudos on his work. “You are a pro, brother.”

  “Ex-special ops in Afghanistan. I can look like an Arab if the mission calls for it, Ryder. We’ll always have your six, brother. Never any reason to feel alone with me and my crew around. My boys all have military backgrounds too.” His steely gray eyes shone with intelligence and know-how. I already felt like I was in good hands with Clyde.

  Lucas seemed to be the only one who wasn’t sure about me being the one to do this job. “Ryder, this might be dangerous. If these guys get the idea that you’re a spy, they could kill you. You haven’t been out of the pen long enough to enjoy your time yet. Maybe you should let someone else do this.”

  “I don’t want to go back to jail.” That part was true. “But I’m not afraid of the Wicked Warlocks. I have educated myself on them. I know they’re into all kinds of shit. I might be killed if they catch me spying. But going to jail isn’t a risk. So, I’m cool with taking the risks that I am.”

  His chest heaved as he shook his head. “Man, you know she’s not going to like you doing this. She’s going to think that you’re doing it because you’re not happy with how things have turned out.”

  And she wouldn’t be wrong. “Hell, Lucas, Hailey would be right about me not being happy with the way things have turned out. But not about you and her finding what you’ve found. I’m not happy about how I’ve lived my life so far. I married a woman who I didn’t have shit in common with. Before her, I dated a fucking psycho. Before dating that lunatic, I dated a bunch of gothic headcases. I’ve got to get out there and find my true self again. I swear I lost that guy not too long after I left Camden, New Jersey to come to Baltimore to hang out with my cousin who eventually introduced me to this pack of handsome devils.”