Magnum (Rugged Skulls MC Book 1)

by Amy Davies

  I know the studio is on the Rugged Skulls property out back, further back from the main garage business. Walking behind the building, I follow the lit path that leads me toward the building that houses the porn studio.

  Who am I to say what a woman does with her body, if she choose to do so? It’s crazy how I reacted with the boys Snatch-Chat. Mrs. G was right, I overreacted. I watch porn, have done for years, so what’s the difference between the women I saw on those porn sites and the images of these women on the boys’ phones? At least their identities are kept private.

  Seeing the building come into view, I suck in a deep breath and speed up. I have never seen a porn move or a live stream taking place, and I have to admit, I am a little curious and a little turned on.

  Hey, women love watching porn too.

  The building is far more modern than I expected, which was a shed to be honest. But clearly the club takes pride in this business. Closing the distance to the door, I push it open, surprised when it does. As soon as I enter, I can smell the sex in the air, that sweaty, musky smell. Also, moans fills the space, all different volumes and pitches.

  Walking through the rooms slowly, I take in the sleek black and white walls with a touch of silver. Art on the walls; sex art but still art. The door to my left is open as I walk past, and I see a woman in a bed with a big black dildo in her pussy, fucking herself. Clearly, she’s doing a live stream.

  She sees me and throws me a wink, while still working herself up to climax. My body heats and I move forward.

  “Oh yes, fuck yes. There; fuck me harder,” gets screamed into the air. I jump at the sudden volume of her screams, but I can’t help but chuckle at how overdramatic she sounds.

  Turning down a long hallway, I hear gruff voices. I pick up on Rookie’s Irish accent, and damn that accent is hot. I reach the door and peek in. Thankfully, none of them see me, but Magnum isn’t with them. Where the hell is he?

  Creeping further down the hall, I hear his voice, followed by a woman’s. My body prickles, my breathing picks up, and my heart starts to race. What will I find when I push open the door?

  “You liked it last time, Magnum, baby. No one can make me come like you do.” I grip the handle of the door, which is already ajar, and push it further open. Magnum is leaning against a desk and an older woman is standing in front of him, her bare chest almost in his face. She’s only wearing a sliver thong and red stilettos.

  “Maybe, Carmen, but—” He doesn’t finish his sentence because he brings his gaze up, meeting mine.

  “Maybe, Carmen, what? Go on, Magnum, what were you going to tell her?”

  He straightens up and steps away from her. I tilt my head to the side, narrowing my eyes at him, and he stops. The silent communication is there. He knows I’m pissed.

  “Who the hell are you? You lost, little girl?” Carmen spits out, glaring at me.

  She steps closer to Magnum and wraps her hands around his arm. My eyes drop to the connection, and Magnum pulls away from her. I can see the confusion in her eyes as she assesses the situation.

  “Who am I? I don’t quite know at the moment. Who am I, Joey?” I say through gritted teeth. I’ve been angry before, but this… this beats everything.

  Carmen’s eyes bounce between us, and the silence builds. Magnum and I are locked in a stare down. I refuse to let him know what he’s doing to my insides. They’re burning up at thoughts of him cheating on me. Would he have had sex with her again if I hadn’t interrupted them?

  His eyes narrow. He’s angry at me now. Well, fuck him. He has no right to be pissed at me. I’m the one who caught him red-fucking-handed with a woman pretty much rubbing her tits in his face, and fake tits at that.

  “No answers to my questions, Mag?” I spit out the short version of his name. Carmen goes to speak, but I hold my hand up to stop her. “Oh, shut it. I get to call him whatever the fuck I want. Got it?”

  “Risky.” He says my name like a warning.

  “Do not ‘Risky’ me. Tell her who I am, or I am out of here, Magnum. I deserve more than this shit, far fucking more.” I’m getting angrier and angrier by the second.

  I hear a ‘shit’ muttered behind us. I twist my head around and see Opal and Rookie standing there, watching us. Opal is looking at Magnum with disapproving eyes, and Rookie is smirking at me, like he’s proud that I’m standing up for myself.

  Stepping over to me, Magnum looks down at me, his eyes blazing with anger, but I also see concern. He knows he fucked up, but all that matters now is how he recovers.

  Without looking at Carmen, he tells her exactly who I am.

  “Kara is my old lady. You show her respect, or you are out, Carmen, history or not. Happy?” he adds the last part for me. Shrugging, I answer him.

  “Not really. Took you long enough. The way I see it, Magnum, you’re an intelligent guy. I mean, look around you. But you took a long time to answer a simple question. That says to me that this,” I gesture between the two of us, “don’t mean jack shit to you. You claim you called ‘dibs’ on me, but when it came to crunch time, or a pair of tits in your face, you hesitated. And one thing women hate is hesitation.”

  With that, I spin on my heel and walk out of the room. I block out everything as I make my way through the maze of hallways, rooms and open studios. Fuck me, how many scenes do they film at one time?

  I must have taken a wrong turn because I’m suddenly in a large open studio, where a jail scene is taking place. A few people turn to look at me when I let out a little gasp, as the tall black guy slams his cock into the woman’s ass. Shit, I bet he just split her in two.

  “Are you the new talent?” an older guy asks; an older, good-looking guy. Damn, do the club only deal in hot fucking employees and members?

  “Umm, nope. I was just looking for the exit. Carry on,” I mutter and turn to leave, but I see a stack of shelves filled with little canvas bags. I move in for a closer look.

  “They’re Rugged Sex Packs. We sell them online through our website. They’re a big hit,” the older dude explains. I go to reach for one and he nods. Picking one up, I pull it open and smile when I see what’s inside.

  A condom, a sachet off lube, popping candy, a throat sweet and a sweet looking skull bracelet. Nice. Every piece serves it purpose I suppose. I can see why they’re a big hit.

  “Take one,” he says.

  “Are you sure?” With another nod, he leaves me standing there.

  Looking around, I see no one else, so I scurry down the hall, then another. All I can think is, Magnum needs to mark these fucking halls more clearly.

  A soft moan catches my attention. I move closer to the door, stepping just inside. There’s a man and a young girl on the bed, and he’s slowly making love to her. Her moans are soft but deep. Light gasps come from her, and grunts from him as he moves in and out of her.

  My body heats up. My panties are wet already from the other parts I have seen, but this one… this one will leave me aching and drenched. I lick my lips when he moves his head forward, sucking one of her rosy pink nipples into his mouth.

  They look perfect together. She’s on her back, legs hooked over his arms, and he moves slowly and deeply inside of her. Her arms are above her head, holding tightly onto the wooden frame of the bed, which is covered in white bedding. The whole room looks like it’s heaven. His ass flexes with each thrust, bringing her higher and higher to orgasm by the sounds of her moans and gasps.

  After a few short seconds, she lets out a deep moan and her climax takes over her body, just as the guy thrusts hard twice before letting out a deep, grunted groan. Then he pulls out and comes all over her stomach and pussy.

  Fuck me, why couldn’t I find this one online when I was alone, so I could flick the bean in P-Town?

  Turning to leave, I see Magnum leaning against the wall behind me. I jump, resting my hand on my heart.

  “You fucking prick, you scared the shit out of me.”

  Smirking, he nods in the direction of the scene
that just finished.

  “You like that? Slow, deep and intense?” His voice is husky and sexy as hell. I need to stay pissed at him but fuck me if his voice isn’t making me wetter. If that’s possible.

  “Maybe. You?” I ask, a stupid question. Of course, Magnum doesn’t like soft sex. He fucks, and he fucks hard and dirty.

  “No. But for you, always.” His words shock the hell out of me.

  I lick my lips and Magnum closes the gap between us. He grips the back of my neck, not giving me a chance to stop him, and slams his mouth onto mine. He kisses me hard, forcing his tongue into my mouth and completely commanding the kiss between us.

  My back hits the wall when he walks us backwards without breaking the connection. My heart is racing, my body is buzzing with need for him. He reaches down and slides his hand behind my knee, lifting it up to hook around his hip. Then he pushes his dick onto me, the pressure making me groan into his mouth.

  Thrusting his hips into mine, he adds pressure on the zipper of my jeans, and that hits my already swollen, throbbing clit. I cry out, breaking the kiss. Magnum buries his head in my neck, biting down on the skin as he pushes his hips forward harder, and I detonate against him.

  I take a page out of his book and bite down on his neck, marking him. He growls and pulls back, looking down at me with dark, lust-filled eyes. We stay like that, lost in each other.

  “I can’t believe that just happened,” I whisper to him.

  “I knew I could make you come whenever I wanted, baby.” I go to speak and call him a cocky bastard, but I get cut off.

  Clapping comes to the right of us, and we both turn to see Opal, Rookie and another guy that I haven’t seen before.

  “Feck me, I need to find me some pussy,” Rookie gripes and walks past us, slapping Magnum on the back and winking at me. I blush. Me, fucking Kara Lornes, blushing when a sexy-ass Irish man winks at her. Damn.

  Rookie would make panties melt all over the world with his accent and his smile. Do not forget his body. Damn, that man is fine as hell. Over six-foot, muscles for days, broad shoulders, trim waist. Both arms covered in tattoos. He has dark hair under his baseball cap that he wears all the time; it seems to be his signature style.

  “Are you trying out the new pussy again, Magnum?” the guy who’s name I don’t know asks. I stiffen against Magnum’s body and go to step away, my bliss bubble bursting.

  “Fuck off, Gregg.” With that, he nods in Opal’s direction and all but drags me out of the studio and back toward the clubhouse. No words are spoken until we hit his room.

  By the look on his face, I’m in for a night of torture and bliss.

  Nineteen

  Magnum

  My body has never buzzed with so much fucking desire before. Every ounce of my blood is calling for me to bury myself inside of Kara’s sweet pussy and stay there for days on end.

  On the walk back to the clubhouse, all I could picture was her watching that scene play out. Seeing her breathing change, her thighs clenching together, trying to ease the throbbing of her clit. A clit I plan on sucking and licking very fucking soon. She clearly liked what she saw. Hell, they all do.

  We do all kinds of porn at R.O.E. Dirty and hard; we do soft or sweet. Big time kink too.

  You like it, we make it.

  Shutting my room door, I lock it and pull out my phone before sending Opal a text, telling him to leave me the fuck alone until late morning.

  “Strip,” I command, my voice deep and thick with arousal. Fuck, the need pumping through me is taking over. I need to fuck her. Hard. Then I will take her slow.

  I watch as she pulls off her clothes, careful of her injured hand. Once she’s naked in front of me, I step forward, smelling her orgasm from earlier. Smirking at her, I lean in and sniff her, but not actually touching her.

  “Fuck, an orgasm smells good on you, baby. You want more?” She nods but doesn’t speak, just swallows hard. “Good. Take off my clothes.”

  Closing the last bit of distance between us, she brings her hands up to my shoulders and pushes my cut away from my body, catching it before it hits the floor. With treasured touches, she folds the leather and drapes it over the chair.

  Respect.

  Next, my black t-shirt is lifted from my body, then her tiny hands go to my belt. She struggles with that, so I gently pat her hand away and open it for her, then the button and zipper.

  She huffs in irritation, hating that the support on her hand is hindering her efforts. I smile down at her as she uses one to push my jeans to the floor, my cock jutting out to greet her. Toeing off my boots, we stand in front of each other butt-ass naked, horny as hell and panting for the touch that will send us off the cliff.

  “Turn around and bend over the bed, baby. It will be fast and hard, then I’ll take you soft.” She does as I say, still not saying a word. I open the draw of the bedside table and pull out a condom, ripping open the pack and rolling the latex down my shaft before positioning myself at her dripping wet cunt.

  “Hold on, baby.” I grip her hips and slam into her, and she cries out.

  My hips piston into her, skin slapping against skin. She cries out my name, and I grunt hers. We’re both breathing heavily, sweating, chasing our climax.

  My spine tingles, and I know what’s coming, quicker than I wanted but fuck it, I will take her again and again and never get tired of it.

  “Come,” I bellow as I shoot my cum into her tight pussy. That sets her climax off and her cunt strangles the fuck out of my cock, milking it for all its worth. With my hands still gripping her hip, I lean forward and kiss the back of her neck, then lick her skin, tasting her.

  “Holy shit,” Kara pants out, slowly lowering herself to the bed. I chuckle and turn her over, scooping her up and moving us up the bed. We lay facing each other. Chest to chest. Hip to hip.

  Our gazes are locked, no words are spoken. Just peacefulness between us. It doesn’t long for Kara to fall asleep, but my mind is racing a mile a minute keeping the sleep away.

  I look down at her and see her face is soft and relaxed. She looks like a fucking angel in my bed. Her rose gold hair against my black sheets. Seeing her like this makes me want to completely come away from all the gun shit we do. I want to protect her with everything I am. It would kill me seeing her hurt.

  With some of the shit that’s been happening with the club, I need this. First, the cunt Marvin is still causing shit in Phoenix. Our protection run is planned for four days’ time and the fucker has added to his order, so I need to have more men ride with it, and that means leaving the clubhouse with less men.

  My heart swells with feelings for this woman, as chick-like as that sounds it does. Never thought I would want a permanent pussy, but fuck, Kara’s has me completely spellbound.

  “Joey?” I blink, coming out of my thoughts, and smile at my girl, who’s woken up. I’m not even sure how long she slept for. She presses against me, her tits against my side, making my cock jerk.

  “Yeah, babe.”

  “What’s your recovery time?” she asks, giving me a sexy smile and wiggling her eyebrows. Lifting the sheet up, I nod down to my dick.

  “Why don’t you go and give him mouth to mouth to get his recovery going,” I reply, lifting the sheet for her to see my cock already hard and ready to go.

  She giggles, and the sound hits me square in the dick. I move like lightning and settle between her legs. Her laugh cuts off and her eyes darken.

  “Slow, baby. I want you bare again. Fucking love feeling your hot pussy around my cock.”

  “Do it,” she pants.

  “Hell yeah.” I reply before I slide into her.

  Her mouth opens into a perfect ‘O’, in a silent cry. I still, letting her pussy grip me. My hands slide over her body, touching every inch of her. Pulling on her nipples gently, I add a little bite with my teeth. She hisses and arches her back.

  Sitting back on my heels, I watch as my cock slides out a little, then ease back into her. Watching as
my cock disappears into her wet pussy, the sight has my body quivering with intense desire. Gazing up at Kara, I see her eyes are closed, a gentle smile on her face; pure bliss oozing from her.

  I lean forward so my body covers hers, touching as much as possible. Chest to chest, hips to hips, I take her lips in a soft, deep kiss, pouring very ounce of feeling into it.

  My hips move slowly, hitting her at a depth where I know she will feel me for days, even as slow as I’m going. We need this. The fucking we do displays what we want from each other, but this… this love making is displaying the feelings between us.

  “Oh, Joey,” she whispers against my shoulder.

  Her arms snake up my body, hooking under mine, and her hands grip my shoulders, holding me to her.

  Her mouth is right next to my ear. I hear every pant and groan, every rush of breath leaving her mouth with each thrust from me.

  The sounds she’s making pushes me to take her deeper than I have before. Even though my cock is inside her to the hilt, I need more. I need deeper.

  “Fuck, baby, you feel so good. This is—fuck.” I can’t finish my sentence as she bites down gently on my neck, sending shockwaves through my already pulsing body.

  “I’ve never felt this before, Joey. Please,” she pleads, for what I don’t know. More, deeper, faster?

  Shifting my body, I lean on one elbow, resting my hand on the top of her head. Our gazes connect. My other hand cups her face as I lean in to kiss her deeply again. My hips keep up the tempo, in and out, and I use the dragging motion I know drives her crazy. Usually I’m going at a fast pace, but this slow pace is driving me fucking crazy.

  “Baby, I need you to come. Come all over my cock, milk me, baby. Yes, like that,” I growl as she starts to come. Her pussy is like a damned vice around me, gripping and giving the promise of never letting me go.