Stryker is smart but also tends to be a bit of a show-off. Determined to live up to his namesake, he’s always getting into fights and stirring shit up when he’s bored. Pops has had him training since he was a kid, and at eighteen, he’s foaming at the mouth at the possibility of booking bigger fights and prospecting for the club. I keep trying to get him to understand that Chaos won’t want him around if he’s stirring up fights and bringing heat on the club. The fucker will learn eventually he’ll only get in with club-sanctioned fights.
My sister is the opposite, with her calm disposition and genius-level intelligence. I don’t know what mom was drinking in her Kool-Aid when she was pregnant with Sawyer, but I wish she’d shared the love with the rest of us. I have a sibling who can fight his way out of anything and another who can think her way out of it, then there’s me. Average, run-of-the-mill Sterling Strauss Spade, who films porn and sells guns. I’d be the black sheep of the family if it weren’t for my dad and the brothers. The club has been the center of my life for as long as I can remember. I eat, sleep, and breathe the Kings of Carnage MC and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Luckily, so does Ruin, or else I doubt we’d be as close as we are. Being only a year apart, we went to school together and always had each other's backs. He gave me my first tattoo when he started learning from Poe and has been around doing dumb shit right along beside me. When I turned eighteen, Poe had a girl in doing piercings, and Ruin egged me on to get one done since I thought the chick was hot. Well, one thing led to another, and that’s how my Jacob’s ladder came into play and why the new prospects believe Sterling is my road name. Little do they know it’s my actual name that my father came up with due to the color of my eyes. I’ll keep that bit to myself though. The dick piercing makes me sound more like a badass who didn’t back down from having my cock pierced multiple times.
“You good?” Crow sticks his head out the bedroom door, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. They’re all probably wondering why I left after Leigh, but I won’t be saying shit about it. I never share my business, unless it’s with Ruin. Everybody else can wonder all they want.
“Fine, man. Just chatting it up with Asia. She’s here to see if anyone wants to party.” I raise my brow, silently warning him not to say shit about what we have planned. She’ll have his ass wifey’ing her in a heartbeat if she gets the chance.
“Uh…” He clears his throat. “Just working like usual,” he mumbles, and I skirt past him, flashing an amused grin. Her curves and tits will have him stumbling over his words. Hell, she had that same influence on me the first time I saw her too. Then the silent, bright warning light flashed before me, and I’ve kept my dick in my pants around her since.
I enter the room to find Bambi buck-ass naked, making doe eyes at Ruin. He must’ve been filming her touching herself since I was absent. I shuck my boots, jeans, and boxer briefs, then grab for the baby oil. I use it sparingly. I learned the hard way the first time how fucking hard it is to get this shit off. Rubbing it over my palms, I glide it across my chest and abdomen. I wipe my hands on the small towel before giving my cock a few tugs while staring at Bambi. I can’t use the oil on my length or it’ll jack up the condom—we learned that much early on.
Wish I could say I had her in my mind’s eye, but it’s another spicy chick filling my thoughts. She doesn’t belong in my fantasies, but there’s nothing I can do at the moment when I need my length standing at attention. I know it’ll never happen between us, so I let my imagination play out. Just picturing her waiting for me, turned on and ready, has the tip of my cock beading with precum.
I remain still, hand on my cock, while our makeup chick and Ruin’s girl, Tyra, paints my face. She’s cool, Poe’s daughter, and happens to be super artistic. I fucked her a while back with Ruin, hence the threesome video that went viral. She was good, but we didn’t click like her and my boy did. Thankfully, he knows I’m not into her past the shared fuck we had, so he has no reason to be weird about me being naked in front of her. She turns my face into a sick-as-fuck skull, dusting some powder shit on, then spraying it down with setting spray so I don’t sweat the shit off. It’s itchy as fuck, but I’ve grown used to it. She airbrushes our faces and bodies at times too, but this one is a quick session, so no need for the extra detail.
There’s also a mask I use at times as well. It’s even quicker, but if we’re doing certain frames then it’s better to have the paint on. Ruin signals once Tyra’s finished hiding my identity well enough for our video. I give him a thumbs up. He nods the go-ahead to signal he’s recording, and I step into the frame.
“Heard you’ve been wanting to play on the dark side,” I growl, my pitch deep to help disguise my voice as well. It’s not a big deal if you’re moaning and grunting, but for this part, the stories and what not, I always attempt to make my voice lower. My gaze finds Bambi’s naked, lithe form, eagerly waiting for me. She’s just another hole to fill, another payday to collect on, and that’s the only way I’ll ever see her.
“Oh no!” she shrieks, going over the lines we’d rehearsed earlier. Her chest flushes, peppering pink across her tits. The color tells on her, that she’s intimidated and turned on by me. It’s probably the damn paint. Tyra made my face appear sinister, just the way I like it. I’m a fucked-up bastard because it only makes my cock harder, and right now is the perfect time to show it off. “Please! Someone, help. I can’t go to the dark side.”
I grab her ankle, giving it a swift tug. She yells again. It’s all part of the show we’d come up with. Saint flips the stereo on, ‘Descent’ by Fear Factory pulsing low throughout the room.
“You won’t be going anywhere,” I thunder out the promise, shifting her small frame back until she’s propped on all fours in front of me. She’s had angel wings airbrushed on her back, and I have to admit, they’d look awesome tatted permanently. I give her ass a firm squeeze, enjoying her sweet whimper under my touch, and then put the condom to my lips. I tear the package with my teeth and free the rubber. Sheathing my length, I lean over to bite up her back along the sensitive flesh and tug her hair harshly. My stance widens so the camera can get a good view of everything happening, pausing momentarily for Ruin to zero in on her puckered asshole. It sells and that’s what matters. Besides, it’s a sexy-as-fuck part on a woman, regardless.
My fingers find her opening, making sure her pussy’s relaxed and wet enough for me to slide right in. The last thing I want to do is hurt her in any of this. That’s one thing I’ve learned in this process: if the chick doesn’t trust me even a little bit, then it won’t work.
“Soaked!” I exclaim. “You want this! You’re already a sinner!” I roar and plunge inside her. She moans loudly, and I concentrate on her firm body, along with the way her cunt squeezes my cock.
Clenching my eyes closed, I imagine sinking into the forbidden Leigh. I know her pussy has to be the best there is, and the knowledge haunts me, along with the thought of anyone else touching her that way.
“Ah!” Bambi exclaims a bit shriller than her typical porn voice, and I part my eyelids, taking the situation in. My hands clenched around her hip tight enough to leave behind bruises, and it hits me that I was going too hard on her with my thoughts taking a sharp turn south. Maybe picturing my fantasy woman in front of me on all fours, ready for my cock, isn’t the smartest thing right now, but when will it ever be?
She’s forbidden. My best friend’s younger sister. The princess of the club. I’d die if I ever touched her. The Kings of Carnage would make sure of it.
I give the audience what they want, what they pay for. I fuck Bambi long and hard, just enough to satisfy our biggest customers. I’m frustrated with Leigh, so goddamn wound up from having to keep my distance and not go after what I truly desire, that I take a bit of it out on Bambi. It makes for good footage, and in this business, the kinkier the better.
I’m not tied down to anyone. I belong to no one. Technically, not even to the club at this point. I’m only a prosp
ect, and yet, the chick I crave is dangling just too far out in front of me. I can reach all I want, but it’ll never happen. The sooner I can make peace with it, the better, I suppose. Coming to terms with never having Leigh in my future leaves a sour taste in my mouth, no matter how I think of it. I was fine until she stepped foot in my bedroom not wearing any clothes. Then it was like a switch was flipped inside me, and suddenly she’s all I can see now.
“Fuck,” I mutter to myself, ripping the condom off my length and tossing it in the toilet. I flush it, wash my dick and my hands, then make my way back into the room to get dressed. I’ll take a shower at my place with my own shit. Some wash here, but I prefer my personal space.
“You good?” Ruin approaches, concern in his gaze.
I release a breath and nod. “Yeah, man, I’m straight. What’s up?” I grab for my pants and tug them on.
“You seemed different today. Was it Leigh? Did she say something outside?”
I trek my hands through my hair, then reach for my cut. Sliding the leather on, I push my feet in my boots. “She said nothing. It was weird, like she was mad at me for some reason. Don’t have a clue what I did.” I attempt to shrug it off, but it doesn’t work. Her being upset doesn’t feel right to me, and everything in me wants to fix it, to find her and make sure she’s okay.
“It’s my sister, Spade.” He calls me by my last name. We’ve done it since we were young. We’d always talked about it being my road name someday, but we got older and realized it was a dumb move to have my last name advertised on my cut. “There’s no telling what she’s got going on in her head. She’s probably still upset over her dog.”
I nod, although I don’t completely agree. “Right. I’m sure that’s it.”
“Next time you see her, it’ll be same as always,” he assures me and I nod again, beginning to feel a little better about her leaving like she did. “Stop by the shop later if you’re out. I have to ink a new guy working down at Jupiter’s garage.”
“All right, man, I’m out. Gonna take a shower and chill. I’ll catch you at the club later if I don’t hit up the tattoo shop.”
“Yeah, bro, ride safe.” He fist bumps me and I say my good-byes to everyone else.
The ride does me some good, getting me feeling back to normal. One thing’s still gnawing at the back of my mind, however. Leigh.
I seriously cannot wait until all the pieces come together and I finally understand why I went through everything I did.
- Word Porn
Stupid motherfucking fuck-fuck! That’s exactly the way I feel about Sterling in that damn porn house. I have absolutely no right to feel any way about it, yet of course I do. I’ve known him my entire life. How many people can you honestly say that about? Regardless, that fact alone gives me no right whatsoever to be angry over what he’s doing at the moment. He’s not mine. He belongs to no one, a fact he’s made well-known around town. Not that my father would ever go for me and Sterling together or anything, but still, the thought has crossed my mind a time or two.
Okay, that’s a lie. I’ve been silently crushing on my brother’s best friend for as long as I can remember. Sterling has always stood up for me like my own brother, yet he’s never looked brotherly to me. He’s always been a little bit beautiful in my eyes. His manwhorish ways in high school helped stomp my heart out for him a bit for years, but now that I’ve gotten older, things have changed. My feelings for him have evolved from a small-time crush to obsessive, to heartbroken, to something else entirely. I’m at the stage where I crave him, no matter what parts I’ll get or how much. I deserve more, I’m acutely aware, but when you care for someone, you’re willing to accept whatever may be offered. In this case, if Sterling were to only offer up his dick, well, I’d hop on it.
I want to know he’s in my bed, filling me up, rather than some stupid porn slut. Unfortunately for me, I haven’t figured out just how to accomplish that feat. I thought for sure me staying over at his place, in his bed, would’ve sparked something between us. In a way, I feel like it did…but it wasn’t enough of a push for him. Granted, I was wrecked over Duke and his horrific death right before my eyes, but it was the perfect opportunity for Sterling to comfort me and for our feelings to bloom. I say our feelings, because deep down he has to feel some type of a way about me in return. There’s no way you can care for someone this long, love them even, and they not have some sort of sexual affections for you in return.
I have to make him start noticing me in a different light, but the manner is the real kicker. I have no idea how to get the man’s attention in a sexual aspect. I mean, he does porn for a living and has women throwing themselves at him left and right. Besides, that’s not the type of woman I am, so I’d probably suck at it. I need to figure out how to be provocative in his eyes.
I end up at my parents’, close to the club, wanting to go sit by Duke and talk to him. He was the best freaking dog. I’d had him since I turned thirteen. Dad was adamant of me having some sort of protector by my side at all times. He has a hard time trusting men around me who aren’t my brother, Bash, Sterling, and Stryker. The answer to him was Duke coming into my life. My parents had him specially trained. He was bred to be a K-9 officer, but I got him instead. He lived a good doggy life. I fed him lots of treats over the years and played fetch with him until my arm grew tired more times than I can count, and yet he remained true. He was by my side to help me through everything, whether it was a broken heart or a sketchy guy eyeing me up while I walked. He was my best friend and will forever hold a place in my heart.
I pat the dirt, murmuring that I wish he were still alive but he’ll always be with me. I’m interrupted by footsteps approaching. “Hey,” I call, already knowing it’s Mom. Ruin’s busy making porn with Sterling and my dad’s always at the club during the day. He’s there a lot of nights as well, usually with Mom by his side. I can’t blame him. We’re older now, and all of their friends hang out there.
“Hey, pretty girl. How are you today?” she greets, moving to sit at my side. Her arm wraps around my back, coming to rest on my opposite shoulder. We’re a lot alike, me and her. It’s been a blessing and a curse. If I’m having a tough time, she knows how to comfort me, but if I’m pissed or hiding something, she can usually read me like a book.
“Just missing him,” I share, not wanting to confess everything else on my mind. I wish I could open up to her about the feelings I’ve harbored for Sterling over the years and what I just saw. Maybe ask for some advice in that department, but I can’t. I know she’d speak to Dad about it, and I don’t want him to hurt Sterling. Not that I blame her for telling Dad everything. It’s just the way they are with each other.
“You should take your dad up on his offer for another. He won’t be replacing Duke, but he’ll be there for you to lean on in the very least.”
“I’m not ready. It’s too soon. I don’t know if I’ll ever get another dog.”
“Please don’t say that. I worry about you, especially now that you live alone. I felt better knowing Duke was beside you every night, but now you’re all alone. It’s unsettling. Trust me when I say you never know who’s around, who could be watching you without you realizing it.” Her gaze is full of worry, but she needn’t be so consumed by her thoughts. I’m an adult and a strong one at that.
“I’m safe,” I promise her.
“I know you are, but I’m your mom. It’s my job to worry. How about you stay here for a while? You won’t be alone so much with one of us always around. It might be nice being close to your parents while you get through this.”
“I love you both, but I’ll be okay. Ruin texted me and they got the guy who hit Duke.”
She nods. “I heard. Sterling should’ve waited for your father before going after him, but what can I expect? That boy is family.”
A surprised gasp leaves me before I can hold it back. My heart beats double-time. I’m here mourning, and yet this news now has my thoughts elsewhere. “Sterling?” I ask again, needing
to clarify I wasn’t imagining her saying his name. My brother told me they caught the bastard and he would never come near me again but conveniently left out the details it appears.
Her head bobs, her arms falling from my shoulder to wrap around her legs. She draws them close and lays the side of her head on them as she watches me. “Yes, it was Sterling. You didn’t know?”
My nose screws up as I shake my head. “Please tell me.”
She sighs. “I’m probably not supposed to since you don’t already know, but it directly involves you, and you’re an adult now. I don’t know much, but I can tell you what your father shared with me. I’d been hounding him, otherwise he’d never have said anything.”
I nod, waiting for any small morsel of information she’ll offer up. My mind is racing at the moment with discovering Sterling was the one who went to stand up for me. I’ll be forever grateful, no matter how jealous I get knowing he’s with other women doing porn. It feels good knowing he has my back as well.
“So, from what Dad told me, you left Sterling’s place to come here. Sterling texted Ruin letting him know that he was going after the guy who killed Duke. Your brother told Dad, of course, so him and a few of the guys went after Sterling. They didn’t want him potentially getting shot, and they wanted to confront the person who threatened you themselves.”
“He didn’t threaten me, though. Just my dog.”
She disagrees, her brows skyrocketing. “Of course he did! What he pulled was a direct threat to the club’s princess, and he should’ve known your father would never stand for such disrespect.”
I don’t want to go into it any further so I ask, “What else happened?”
“Sterling had the other kid out in the middle of his lawn, beating the pulp out of him,” she admits with a small grin.
My eyes widen. “Did the law show up? Sterling didn’t get in trouble, did he?” He did that…for me? I can’t help but feel warm all over, knowing he went after Bruce. Not because he hurt him or anything, but because he could’ve stepped aside and let my brother or father handle it, but he didn’t. He chose to stand up for me himself. It has to mean something, right?
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