So Hot MC Boxset

by Blair Grey

  He’d gone too far, and I jumped out of bed, pushing him backward as I let him know that he couldn’t talk to me like I was some dumb slut. “My pussy isn’t all stretched out of shape.”

  “Not yet,” he dared to say.

  I slammed my fists against his broad shoulders this time, knocking him back against the door. “Shut your fucking mouth!”

  Narrowing his eyes at me, he knew he’d struck a nerve. Sure, I’d worried about exactly what he’d said. I’d worried that once I got too old to make any money for the Wicked Warlocks that I’d end up on the street, used up, and worthless.

  I hated that he knew me so fucking well. I hated that he could reach right into my brain and pick out my biggest fears with such ease. Ryder Winslow knew me. And now he knew me inside and out.

  He knew how to make me scream his name during sex and really mean it. He knew how to make tears come out of my eyes when I came all over his hard cock and I meant it. He knew how to hit me in the deepest part of my insecurities too.

  Turning away from him, I knew it was time to make my exit. Picking up my still damp clothes, I put them on. He went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. When he came out, he was dressed, and I’d gotten my clothes on too.

  “I’ll give you a ride back to your place.” I picked his keys up off the dresser but didn’t bother looking at me. “You can get cleaned up then put on something nice to wear to the museum. I’m going to stick with the earlier plans for the day. I’ll show you how easy it’s going to be for us to get back to who we were back then. Talking isn’t doing it for us.”

  I did need a ride back home, but I didn’t want him to think that I needed him. “I can call an Uber. You don’t have to give me a ride.”

  “You can also just ride with me. I don’t want you going back alone to face anyone who might be pissed about how things went last night. You do recall how I knocked your bodyguard out, right?” He wasn’t about to give up. “Plus, I want to be with you when you talk to Moretti. For now, I want you to ask to take a vacation from porn.”

  “Ryder, I want to do this on my own terms. Not yours. Not Moretti’s. Mine.” He wasn’t listening to me at all.

  “I just want to help you. You can let me help you, right?” He opened the door for us to leave as if he wasn’t going to accept anything other than me doing what he wanted me to do.

  Putting my hand on my hip, I took the stance every woman does when she’s not being taken seriously. “I’m not going to make any rash decisions right now. So, you’ll have to understand that. I’ll be doing business as usual.”

  “Over my dead body.” Reaching for my hand, he managed to get it before I could yank it back, “Let me help you, baby. It’s not like I’m going to take no for an answer anyway.”

  Jerking my hand away from his, I lowered my voice as I used a stern and steady tone, “I. Do. Not. Want. Your. Help. And I’m getting my own ride. So, you just sit tight right here and think about the things that I’ve said because I know that you heard them, but you didn’t listen to a thing I’ve said.”

  Walking past him, I trailed my finger along his chin, then closed the door behind me to separate us before he could go all Neanderthal on me and throw me over his shoulder to take me wherever he pleased.

  He’s got to learn to listen to me or we’ll never have a shot in hell of making this thing between us work.

  Chapter Eleven

  Ryder

  Who is this woman?

  The sweet girl next door was long gone. There wasn’t a single shred of Janeen Smithers left in Diamond Desire’s body. She’d been taken over by the seductress of smut.

  The girl who I’d known was level-headed. She’d gotten on to me many times about being rebellious for no reason. And being reckless was a thing she’d often griped at me about.

  But now she was the one who was being reckless with her body. I was the one trying to make sure she didn’t get hurt in any way. And I was ready to wrap her sweet ass in bubble wrap to prevent anything from happening to her.

  Although it was only noon, I needed a drink. Walking out of my hotel room, I half hoped that Janeen would be standing in the hallway waiting for me to come out so she could apologize.

  No one stood in the hall at all. So, I went next door to talk to Clyde. With a swift knock to his door, he opened it with a wide grin on his face. “You got lucky.”

  Walking in, I could only shake my head. “Nope. You got any vodka in here? I need a drink.”

  Going to the top drawer of his nightstand, he pulled out a bottle of Grey Goose. “Here ya go. I did see the video of her slamming you against the door. Thought it was foreplay until later when I saw her leaving. So, what happened?” He poured us both small glasses then took a seat on his bed as I fell onto the sofa across from it.

  “I wish I knew exactly.” I took a drink, hoping it would help my brain make sense of things. “Okay, so Janeen Smithers is my high school girl. And she was as sweet and innocent as they come. She went to New York to study acting while living with her aunt. And then her parents got into trouble with the IRS and her aunt got sick. Janeen felt only she could help them all out. And when the president of the Wicked Warlocks spotted her doing some acting, he asked her to work for him and the rest is history. A history I want to help her get away from.”

  “And you think she really wants out?” Clyde seemed to have serious doubts about that. “She’s making great money, I would assume. And I know she’s got a penthouse in the MC’s building. I followed you there last night. You know, keeping an eye on you. Then you took her with you on your bike. And I can’t believe how easily you knocked out her bodyguard. After you did that, I saw you to the beach where you and she seemed to want some alone time, so I came back here. Once I’d seen you knock that big bastard out, I was certain you could handle anything else that came your way.”

  “You’re good. I’ve got to tell you that I had no idea that you were ever around at all.” I had to hand it to the guy, he was a pro. “And as far as our night went, that was all great. She and I were on the same page. Get together. Stay together. Have some kids someday. And of course, quit the porn gig to be my girl.”

  Dubious, he asked, “Only your girl?”

  There’d been more than just that. “No, not only my girl. I told her that I would take her anywhere she needed to go to get into a legit acting career. But it’s like she didn’t want my help with that at all. And I think she’s just being stubborn, which isn’t even like her.”

  “How many relationships has she been in?” he asked as he sipped the drink. “I mean, if she’s seen some bikers and maybe some other porn actors, she might’ve already gone through these kinds of arguments with them. Maybe she just doesn’t want anyone to take care of her because it makes it hard for her when it’s over.”

  “Nope.” He’d gotten it all wrong. “She hasn’t gotten into any relationships since me. Well, there was the one guy who took her virginity before she began all this porn crap. But he wasn’t anything real. And another thing that’s making me crazy about her is the way she talks about sex now. My God! She’s so abrupt about it and clinical at times.”

  “Clinical?” His dark brows wagged. “Like, she likes to play doctor? I think that’s fun.”

  “No.” He was assuming Janeen was a normal woman. “She describes how the sex is going to go. It’s not natural. It’s not spontaneous. It’s like she’s on the set with some other man and telling him how she’s gonna do things to him.” I shuddered then took another drink. “It’s horrible. And the thing was that last night she wasn’t that way at all. We had a real connection and out of the world sex. Might I add that she didn’t do all that play by play talking about any of it before or after it happened either.”

  “But while ago, she did?” He nodded as if he already knew. “So, what did she want to do?”

  “I’m not about to sit here and talk sex with you, Clyde.” I felt like gagging with the thought. “But I am going to ask you what you would
do if you were in love with a pornstar? Would you let her continue doing what she was doing?”

  Quietly contemplating my question, his expressions went from negative to positive before he answered, “Well, you did just tell me how she can be clinical about sex. And she’s got that director’s thing going on with explaining how the sex act is going to go. That’s what you meant, right?”

  “Yep. She’s got that down. It’s so not sexy.” Slouching into the couch, I took a drink, wishing I knew what to do to make things right.

  My cell vibrated in my pocket and when I took it out, I saw a text had come in from her. -Got a call from my director. Have to shoot a scene today. Wasn’t sure if you were still going to make me go to the museum today or not. But now it’s out. Just letting you know. Still want to do things on my own. Thanks for understanding. –

  “You look pissed,” he let me know. “Is that from her?”

  Shoving the phone back into my pocket, I hissed, “Yes. She’s going to do a scene. Fucking, motherfucker, shit, damn, hell.” I was really pissed.

  So pissed, in fact, that the glass left my hand at a fast speed, sailed through the air, across the room, then hit the wall, splashing the small amount of vodka, that was left, on the wall as the heavy glass fell to the carpet without making a sound.

  Clyde just looked at the empty glass across the room. “So, you think that means she’s going to have sex with someone?”

  “Um, she’s making a fucking porno, Clyde. What do you think this scene she has to do is going to be about? Taking a group of orphans to the zoo while making pans to attend church later?” He as an idiot if he thought that was about to happen. “Of course, this scene will have sex in it. Its. A. Porno. How many scenes that don’t have sex in them have you ever seen in a skin-flick?”

  Nodding, he agreed, “Yeah, you’re absolutely right. She’s gonna get boned. So, you’re handling this well. I’ve got to tell you that.”

  “You think?” I was so not handling this well. “My heart’s about to pound out of my chest. My head is about to pop right off my shoulders. And I can’t feel my legs. I might be having a stroke. Can a twenty-nine-year-old man have a stroke? And if so, is it the kind that can paralyze you forever?” I needed to know. I didn’t want to live my life that way. I would have to calm down somehow before that happened to me.

  “How about you go on over to the MC headquarters to make a visit to the set?” Came his horrible idea.

  “I guess I haven’t thought about that because I might very well walk onto that set and kill everyone on it.” Can’t he see how mad I am?

  “I’m just saying that with you there, looking at her while some other man is about to bone her, she might decide that she doesn’t want to do that anymore.” He nodded and winked at the same time. “That’s what I would do if I was seeing a hot pornstar. But you might not be like me. You might just want to let her go through with it and later on when you see her tonight you’ll imagine her getting stooped by some well-hung actor and choke her to death.”

  I am not going to prison for murder!

  “I’m going down there. She’s going to have to see my face. I’ll be right there. Staring at her. Staring at the guy who thinks he’s gonna fuck my woman. They’ll see.” Getting up, I headed out, knowing Clyde and his other guys would be somewhere following me.

  Trying not to look like a man who was about to go into a jealous rage, I walked into the headquarters of the Wicked Warlocks only fifteen minutes later. A couple of the guys gave me a nod as I headed to the production floor, two floors up.

  Just as I topped the stairs on the third floor, I saw Max standing outside of a door. He held up his hands. “I don’t want no trouble. Miss Diamond told me all about you and her being childhood sweethearts and all.”

  “Yeah.” I had to make some sort of apology for knocking him out. “I know you were just doing your job. Sorry about cold-cocking you and leaving you unconscious on the floor of that burger joint.”

  Shaking his head, he let me know, “I was not knocked out. Not sure what made you think that. But you are mistaken. No one knocks me out.”

  Ah, pride.

  “Yeah, honest mistake. I guess you were just resting your eyes for a moment.” I held out my hand for a handshake.

  He took my hand, giving it a three-pump shake. “Yeah, honest mistake. So, you here to watch Miss Diamond do what she does best? I mean, you did see her in action last night, I would assume. But this time you can really watch her. She’s awesome to watch.”

  My blood ran live molten lava through my veins. “Yeah, I just bet she is.”

  “Wait.” He put one hand on my chest to stop me. “You mean that you ain’t seen none of her movies before?”

  “Not a one.” And I never will!

  “Ho, boy oh boy are you in for a treat.” The door behind him opened and I saw Janeen wearing nothing but a red robe.

  “Ryder?” She pulled the robe tighter around what was surely her naked body. “What are you doing here? I didn’t invite you.”

  Gesturing to Max, I had to make some excuse as to why I was there. “I wanted to come to tell Max how sorry I was for what I did to him last night.”

  Max quickly added, “Which turned out to be nothing, so there was nothing to forgive.”

  Janeen smirked. “Okay, sure there wasn’t.” Moving between us, she headed to the door that would lead her into the room where she would disrobe then get probed by another man’s dick.

  “Janeen, don’t.” I grazed her arm with my fingertips. “Honey, please don’t.”

  The way she slowed down but didn’t turn around told me she was feeling a little guilty about what she was about to do. “Ryder, you shouldn’t be here. It’s best if you’re not around when this sort of thing happens. This is my job, babe. You’ll have to get used to this if we’re going to be able to stay together.” Turning to face me, she blinked rapidly. “You do want us to stay together, don’t you? I know we had that argument, but you still want to date, right?”

  I had never wanted to just date. We’d done that. I wanted a mature relationship with her now. “I want you. And I want to take care of you.”

  The way her eyes darted to Max confused me. He was her bodyguard, so why did she look to be afraid of him all of a sudden? “Ryder, we’ll talk later. Not here.”

  Max put his tree-trunk arms around us both. “Come on, Miss Diamond, let him come in and watch. I’ll keep him with me. He won’t act up. Isn’t that right, Ryder?”

  Looking into Janeen’s eyes, I knew she could see what I wanted to say to her. Don’t make me live through this, baby.

  Part of me would definitely die if I had to stand outside this door, knowing my girl, the one woman I had ever truly loved was on the other side of it, letting another man have her in ways only I was to have her now that we’d found each other again.

  Her blue eyes moved to Max. “Give us a moment, please. Tell Mark I’ll be a minute.”

  Giving me a frown, Max went inside and left us alone. So, I took full advantage of that. “Come on, let’s go. I’ll throw my leather jacket on you to cover you up and we can take my bike and leave Atlantic City far behind us. I know you don’t want me to take care of you, so I’ll let you take care of me if that’s the way you want it. Just don’t go in there, baby. It’s going to destroy me if you’re with another man.”

  Her chest rose as she looked me in the eyes. “I have to do this. Don’t let it hurt you at all. We all make decisions in this life. I made mine a long time ago. One day, much like we talked about, I’ll be of no more use to these people. I’ll be let go at that time. Until then, you know who I belong to. My heart is yours. Only you have that. And that’s the most important thing to me. Let that be enough for you. And don’t follow me, Ryder.” Then she walked through the door that she’d told me not to follow her through.

  My mind reeled at what she’d said. She can’t get out of this; the Wicked Warlocks won’t let her.

  Chapter Twelve


  Janeen

  The stage was set in a way that I found hard to believe. “A beach scene? We’re going to do it on a beach?” Fuck my life!

  Mark, the director, nodded. “Yep.”

  I couldn’t be expected to act out a sex scene that I’d done in real life less than twenty-four hours earlier. “Since when does Delaware have beaches?”

  “My guess is since Pangea broke into two continents about two-hundred-million years ago. But that’s just my guess.” The smirk on Mark’s face was enough to make me want to slap it right off.

  My brain-fog from being so anxious with Ryder’s presence just outside the door began to ebb just a bit. “Oh, yeah. Delaware’s on the East Coast. Duh.”

  One of the set designers came in to pour another bucket of sand on the floor. “This is West Coast sand. It doesn’t stick on the skin as bad as East Coast Sand does.” With a wink, she added, “You’ll be thanking me for this later, Diamond.”

  Suddenly, the white two-piece set I had on made sense. Tugging my robe to one side, I took an actual look at the top I had on. Instead of the bra, I thought I’d put on, I found a bikini top. As I shook my head at how dumb I’d been, I saw my costar coming in and knew that if Ryder was still outside, he’d seen the man I’d be working with.

  Joey’s sexy smile was infectious as he sauntered into the studio. “Hello, my lovelies.” Smacking Mark’s ass, he waggled his dark blonde brows at our director. “That means you too, handsome. How’ve you been? It’s been some time since we’ve worked together. You gonna carve out some time for your old buddy, baby?”

  Pink stained Mark’s cheeks. “I think I can manage it, honeybunch.” Fanning himself, he adored working with bisexual actors – especially the male ones. “Oh, my. It’s getting hot in here. A mint julip over here, Vera!” With arched brows that had been meticulously plucked, he never let his attention wander far from Joey. “How about you, hun? Fancy a drink? Or a snort?”