by Amy Davies
Copyright - Copyright© 2020 by Amy Davies
Editor- Stephanie Farrant
Proof-reader – Heather Woodman
Cover design – Designs by Dana
Formatting by – Jessica Ames
All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced without express written permission from the author. This book is the work of fiction, and the product of the authors imagination and used in a fictional manner. Any similarities to any real-life event or person, dead or alive is pure coincidental.
Heather, you have been my rock over the last few months. Thank you for listing to me rant and rave and giving me kindness even though we haven’t met in person. That is true friendship. #88
Contents
1. Magnum
2. Kara
3. Magnum
4. Kara
5. Magnum
6. Kara
7. Magnum
8. Kara
9. Magnum
10. Kara
11. Magnum
12. Kara
13. Magnum
14. Kara
15. Magnum
16. Kara
17. Magnum
18. Kara
19. Magnum
20. Kara
21. Magnum
22. Kara
23. Magnum
24. Kara
25. Magnum
26. Kara
27. Magnum
28. Kara
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Also by Amy Davies
About the Author
One
Magnum
Sitting in my office, I’m fucking pissed after the phone call I just received. Our national vice president, my father's VP, is sending his fucking niece here, to stay, because the little bitch got herself tangled up with some dickhead back home, and now he is giving her shit.
Once he laid his hands on her, she bolted to the club, like she was taught to do. Unfortunately, she shacked up with the wrong guy. He is the son of a very powerful man, who can make some seriously bad shit happen.
She’s a club brat; grew up around the club and knows the ins and outs. She knew if things went south, bad shit would happen between this fucker’s family and the club. She will make a fine old lady one day. If that’s what she wants. Some do, some don’t. But fuck if I care. Having an old lady is not for me.
Yet.
I’m the same as her. I was born into this club. They are in my blood. I breathe and bleed the Rugged Skulls MC. The club’s moto ingrained into me all my life.
No one stands alone.
Myself and many of my MC brothers are club brats, but as is tradition, we had to prospect like everyone else, and believe me, we received no special treatment. If anything, we had the raw fucking deal of things.
The boys are my brothers in arms, so to speak, but I have actual blood in my club. Sarge is my cousin on my mother’s side. We have all been through so much shit together. From a young age, it felt perfect that we join the club together.
Knowing that we are a family first and foremost in the club, we always look out for each other, so I have no fucking clue why having Kara here pisses me off. That’s a fucking blatant lie. The girl sets my skin on fire.
Has done for years.
The last time I saw her, she was a bratty teenage girl, hating on the world because her parents got killed by a rival club. She pulled some shit, but the club shut it down and reeled her in.
Don't get me wrong, it was a shitty thing to happen for a girl so young—fuck, for anyone—but fuck me, she used to piss me off. She didn’t talk and dress like girls her own age. Never keeping up with the fashion trends, she did her own thing, but most people only saw what I saw: a fucking beautiful girl, who would grow into a sexy as fuck woman.
My cock stirs in my jeans when I think about the photo Edge sent me of Kara, from the airport where he is picking her up. She’s changed her hair and grown out of her I-hate-the-world, baggy, ugly as fuck clothes. Now she’s wearing tight clothes, showing off her perfect figure. I guess our few years apart have been good to her. Very fucking good.
Tits and legs for days, but still shorter than me.
Fuck me, she is going to test me. I just know it.
But I like a challenge.
Picking my phone up off the desk, I text one of the boys to send one of the ‘Rugged Regs’ back to service me. I need to blow off steam. We don’t have club girls around anymore, thanks to an original member’s old lady from a few years ago. Shit went down, and they were banned from all clubs.
So now we have the ‘Rugged Regs’, short for ‘Rugged Regulars’; women who want to fuck us on a regular basis during the evenings and weekends, but don’t want the commitment. Who am I to turn down free pussy when it’s offered to me on a silver platter?
Licking my lips, I lean back in my chair and wait to see who my VP sends to me. My cock is getting hard behind my jeans already. Whoever she is, she is about to suck me dry. I know that once I get off, the stress sitting on my shoulders will lessen. Hopefully.
A knock on my door has me looking up from my crotch to see my VP, Opal, pushing the door open. He smirks at me. That smirk right there gets him into so many fucking panties around the place, it’s crazy. He almost matches me in the cock department.
My phone chimes, and I chuckle when I see it’s Slide, one of the club’s youngest members and the club’s treasurer. He decided to start a club group chat on a social chat app, naming the group ‘Snatch-Chat’.
Opal looks at his phone, too, chuckling, before locking it and sliding it into his pocket.
“Why does he always like the creamy pussies?” Opal asks. I laugh and answer him.
“Fuck, don’t we all, brother. Juicier the better.” I wink at him. He steps aside and Riley comes into view. Oh, hell yeah. This bitch can suck me dry in three minutes flat.
“I’ll leave you to it.” He smirks and closes the door behind him.
Riley is an older lady, and I say ‘lady’ lightly. She is about eight-years older then me. She fucks brothers most weekends, even some of the hang arounds that pop in from time to time. As long as she is getting dick, she doesn’t care who is attached to it. A few years ago, her husband fucked off and left her for his personal trainer. Damn fool if you ask me. When a woman can suck cock as fine as she does, you don’t let that bitch go.
“Come here, Ri.” Swaying her hips, she stalks toward me and kneels between my knees, knowing her place. The blouse thing she’s wearing is giving the perfect view of her tits, and as fake as they are, they look good.
Hey, I’m a red-blooded male, and we all appreciate a good pair of tits, a round, firm ass, and a tight, juicy pussy.
Resting my locked fingers behind my head, I let Riley get to work; opening my belt and jeans, freeing my cock from its confines. I always go commando; the fucker doesn’t like to be locked up in too much material. He’s a big fucker when soft, hence my road name.
“So big, Magnum,” Riley purrs. This is her routine, always acting surprised by how big I am. I’ve fucked this chick a few times, and let her suck me off, but I don’t correct her, because like I said, she can suck anyone to climax in minutes, probably fucking seconds if we timed her.
“Get to it, Ri,” I demand, wanting to feel the tension leave my body, just in time for the next roll of tension to start building when the sexy Kara arrives. I’m going to have to call fucking dibs on that girl before my brothers say anything.
I have no concern with Edge because that fucker is wrapped up in Synclare. We’re waiting on the day when he finally gets to lay claim on her. Don’t get me wrong, he fucks, but only because Syn is off living her life. But that’s a st
ory for another day.
I hiss when Riley licks the head of my cock, before shifting her mouth and swallowing me down as far as she can. She may suck me dry, but she can’t take me fully down. Very few can. I wonder if Kara could take me down her throat, gagging as she goes while tears stream down her face.
Fuck, the thought has my shaft pulsing.
My balls tighten as I picture Kara’s blonde hair in my fist while she bobs up and down my cock.
Holy shit, the tingle rushing through me has me spurting cum down Riley’s throat, shocking the hell out of me. She gags a little from the force of my orgasm, but fuck it, it’s what she’s here for.
She coughs and splutters, trying to catch her breath. Chuckling, I wipe my shaft on her blouse, drying him off before I tuck him away. Her face says it all. Not a happy chick.
“Ew, gross, Mag. What the fuck? This is a two-hundred-dollar shirt.” She climbs to her feet, looking at her blouse in disgust.
Why are women so fucking touchy about getting cum stains—or any fucking stains, for that matter—on their clothes? It washes out, ladies. Fucking hell.
I stand to my full height, and she backs up a little when she sees my eyes narrow and my lips thin in annoyance. These bitches need to know their place and remember who the fuck they are talking to.
“First off, only Click calls me ‘Mag’, no fucker else. And second, you remember who the fuck you’re talking to, bitch. I’m the motherfucking president of this club, and you will show some damned respect. Or you know where the door is,” I growl out.
She cowers a little before steeling her spine, tightening her body and squaring her shoulders. Before she can spout shit at me, Opal walks into my office, making us both turn to him. He looks between Riley and me, seeing the tension. He shakes his head before he speaks.
“Riley, out. She’s here, Pres.”
“Who is ‘she’?” Riley asks, her annoyance clear in her voice.
“None of your fucking business. Now leave.” Again, she goes to mouth off, but I get there before she can say shit.
“FUCKING LEAVE! You are here to be fucked and suck cock, that’s it. You no longer like doing that, you know where the motherfucking door is.”
Opal takes hold of her arm and forces her out of my room. We don’t harm women or children. It isn’t our thing. But fuck me, sometimes I want to slap some sense into these girls.
They know why they can come here. Fuck me, it’s in the name we have for them. They are regular fucks and sucks for the boys, and that’s it.
If, by some chance—a very small fucking chance—one of my boys wants to claim one them, so fucking be it, but until then, they come to fuck and that’s it.
I walk through the main room, ignoring her standing by the door, and out into the bright sunny day in Fort Lauderdale, where my club is stationed. Our mother charter is based in Phoenix, where my dad is Pres.
Edge walks toward me with a big-ass grin on his face. His long hair is pulled back into a man-bun, as the women call it; fuck if I know. The black SUV he drove is parked to the left, opposite our bikes.
He gives me a chin lift and stops in front of me, before moving to stand at my side.
“What’s with the grin? She give you any trouble?” Shaking his head, he answers me.
“None. She’s pissed they sent her down here, but she gets it. Club life, ya know?” I nod. “You are totally fucked, brother,” he adds, chuckling.
“And why do you say that?” Without answering, he nods in the direction of the car.
All the brothers and some of the girls have come out to meet the new addition to the club. Even Slide has managed to remove himself from some ‘creamy pussy’ he was buried in earlier.
The door opens and I hold my breath. I know what she looks like now from the photo Edge sent me, but fuck, it didn’t do her justice.
Long, lean, tanned legs drop from the car, feet encased in black, worn Converse and a tattoo around her ankle. Damn, I need to see that up close. I drag my gaze up her legs, meeting short denim shorts, so short the pockets show on her thighs. They hang low on her hips, showing a tattoo that’s poking out from the waistband.
Hell yeah, I think these tattoos need closer inspection. Fuck.
Moving my gaze up, my eyes land on a firm, flat, toned stomach. Fuck, does she have abs? Shifting my gaze up again, I see that she’s wearing a black ‘R.O.E’ t-shirt, and that does all kinds of shit to my dick. It thickens, wanting out so it can fuck her against the car, not caring who sees.
R.O.E, or Rugged Online Entertainment, is our online porn production company. We set it up three years ago and it has been a huge fucking success, thanks to Slide and Rookie. We have produced over two-hundred films, and we even have a livestream website up and running, where people can pay a monthly subscription and watch the girls fuck or masturbate live online.
I’ve seen some freaky shit on there; especially when one of the girls gets a request from a dirty bastard.
A whistle brings me out of my thoughts, and I focus on Kara again.
I can see that she’s cut off most of the bottom of the shirt, as it sits right beneath her tits, showing a hint of a black bra, and she has cut off the sleeves too. Fuck me, she looks badass and sexy all at the same time.
A biker princess.
Her hair is different than in the photo Edge sent me. It looked blonde, but now, seeing it in real life, it has a pink tint to it. There is also another tattoo on her left forearm; a lion with half of its face made of pale-colored flowers. I will have to find out why she did that.
This girl intrigues the shit out of me.
She has dark eye make-up, and pale pink lips; perfect for wrapping around my cock. I reach down and adjust him in my jeans, getting a cocked eyebrow from Kara as I step closer to her.
“Long time no see, Kara,” I say with a grin on my face.
Two
Kara
“Are you fucking shitting me right now?” I bawl at my uncle Crude.
“Kara, calm the fuck down. We are doing this for your protection. You need to zip out of here before things escalate even further with that fuckhead,” he spits out at me.
I step back, but not out of fear. I know he would never hurt me. It’s not his thing, nor a Rugged Skulls thing. No women and children get hurt, at any cost.
“But why down there? Can’t you send me to a different club?” I whine like a petulant child, sticking my bottom lip out at him. My uncle smirks at me, while Colt smiles wide, showing me just how much he looks like an older version of his son.
Joey Masters, aka Magnum.
They know I had a huge crush on him in my teenage years. Even though I was hating the world and everyone around me, he could do no wrong. I used to watch him from afar whenever he was around the club, and by that, I mean when he wasn’t doing club business or fucking random women who were happy to spread their legs for him.
I caught him on a few occasions getting his dick sucked or banging into some whore. One night, he saw me, but rather than stopping what the hell he was doing, he gripped her hair and made her choke on his massive cock, moaning out my name, just to fuck with me even more. Massive might be too small a word to describe his dick, because there is no way in hell any woman could swallow that thing willingly. But fuck me if I didn’t want to try.
“Kara, this is for the best. You’re going. Your flight is booked, and one of the boys will meet you at the airport. We need to clear the air with the Hancock’s. We don’t want a war, but we will get one if you keep mouthing off every time you see the little twerp who hurt you.”
Nodding, I clench my fists, clicking my fingers. It’s an old habit of mine, one I inherited from my father.
“I guess I’ll go and pack then.” I shrug and leave the room.
There isn’t anything I can do or say that will change their minds, and to be fair, I do understand why they’re doing this. I just wish it wasn’t his club. I haven’t seen him in four years, simply because I avoided the club afte
r the night he humiliated me in front of a girl he was sleeping with.
Oh well, I guess I’m going to Fort Lauderdale.
Edge was the brother that picked me up from the airport. He’s one of the men I hadn’t met before. His hair is to die for, long and luscious with a beautiful caramel color to it. He made small talk in the SUV on the way to the club, but I didn’t hear much of it. I was too busy taking in the sights of Miami as we made our way up to FL.
“You ready for this?” Edge asks as he parks the car and turns the engine off.
I sit up straight and look around the compound. Bikes are all parked in a neat line off to one side, just like the brothers do back home in Phoenix. Damn, I miss home.
That fucker Marvin ruined everything. Why couldn’t he just let me go? He always was a possessive little shit, not liking it when I talked to other men, even in a friendly way. He knew about the club, so he knew I was around the brothers all the time. Tank, my best friend and Rugged member, was always a starting point for our fights. Actually, he was the final argument between us. The night he hit me.
Large gates open, the creaking pulling me from my thoughts.
We pull into the compound. The whole left side of the main clubhouse is a garage, with a big-ass sign reading, ‘Rugged Repairs’, hanging front and center. No missing that.
“Come on, Pres is waiting for you.” Edge winks at me before opening the door, climbing out and closing it behind him.
I watch as he walks over to the president of the club—Magnum. The man of my many hot, sexy, orgasm-filled dreams.
