MC ROMANCE: Wanted by the Alpha Biker (Motorcycle Club Alpha Male Bad Boy Romance) (MC Romantic Suspense Contemporary New Adult Short Stories)

by Alix Labelle

  Brian led us into a well-furnished video-editing room with multiple HD screens and a couple couches. He sat in an office chair in front of the monitors, and we moved to sit on one of the couches.

  “You’re wet,” he said. “You can’t sit on those. Give me your towels, and just stand where you are. I don’t need you dripping all over.” We both cast our eyes down as we peeled off our towels, returning to nakedness. I couldn’t help but notice that Suze’s nipples were firm. She was shivering, either out of cold or nervousness. I moved to put my arm around her.

  Saying nothing more, Brian started the video. It was definitely the four of us in the hot tub. It was perfectly framed and even had sound. Was it a set up? I moved from guilt to resentment at having been tricked. The more I watched, though, the more the feelings from the hot tub returned to me. I found myself feeling very sexy again. It didn’t hurt that I was getting a better look at my naked body, from more angles, than I ever had. As odd as it might sound, I was turned on looking at myself. The others looked amazing too. I wasn’t sure what BoneZone’s angle was here. In an effort to be sure Susie was doing OK, and also to feed the urges I was experiencing, I moved my hand from her shoulder to her ass and gave it a meaningful squeeze. She returned the favor. She was OK after all. More than OK.

  “I knew I chose well when I talked to you, Kara. We wanted this video to cause controversy, right ladies? This is going to be on every celebrity news blog when it ‘leaks.’ My video, my song, both are going to be famous before we even release them. As for you two: if you want it, this can be a career-making move for you both. It happened for Paris. It happened for Kim. It can happen for both of you. All I have to do is include your names in the leak. My offer remains: I’ll pay for school, for both of you. However, this leak means that you both are going to be famous, overnight if things go as planned. Do you want that? Are you prepared for that?”

  Two simultaneous butt squeezes indicated our interest to one another before we both nodded enthusiastically, stifling giggles of excitement.

  “I’m glad you’re on board. We only need one more shot to seal the deal. Nobody knows you two yet, and my boys are only famous because I am. You know what you have to do.” I had been hoping our conversation would lead this way. I suspected it would when I noticed the growing tent in his shorts ever since he started showing us the video. Wasting no time, as if we’d planned it, Susie and I both moved to our knees and began kissing the warm, pronounced bulge Brian was sporting. With one hand on each of our heads, he ran his fingers through our hair while we undid his belt and zipper.

  His plum of a head was already peeking through his boxers when we pulled his shorts down, hinting at the beautiful cock that lay beneath. Disrobing him from the waist down, we marveled at his mouth-watering cock as he took off the rest of his gear. His dick seemed sculpted, the perfect size and thickness, with gorgeous veins running around like spiral staircases. His purple head throbbed with his pulse, blushing with heat in sync with my own pulsing pussy, which I lay over his face at his beckoning. He got to work immediately, lapping at my moist lips while he held his camera phone in one hand, alternating between focusing on the wonderful work he was doing and on Miss Tai. She was starting the enviable job of licking his magnificent shaft, which was already glistening with precum.

  I sat on Brian’s handsome face, facing Susie and huffing with pleasure as he ran his tongue through the crevices of my pussy lips and asshole. It got me hot to watch Susie go to work on his fat dick. I could feel my juices getting all over Brian’s face as he slurped greedily on my clit.

  Suze eventually let the ache in her pussy do the talking, and she held his cock against his stomach. She slid her clit along the length of it several times, building her own desire. She finally righted his manhood and slid, gradually, down until she managed to fit him all inside. The satisfaction on her face spoke volumes as Brian moaned with pleasure into my bush. She slowly rode his fat dick while he continued making me feel like a woman. I sucked on Susie’s perky chocolate nipples. My tongue flicking combined with the pressures of his cock on all of her most sensitive spots put Susie over the edge fast, and she picked up her pace, bouncing feverishly before collapsing into my arms, whispering, “You’ve got to try that.”

  Recognizing that Susie’s pussy was too sensitive for direct stimulation, Brian opted to eat her ass while I maneuvered his glorious shaft into my love hole. He stretched my walls and, handing Susie the phone, grabbed my fat ass with both hands. He smacked it and spread my cheeks. I could feel my asshole wink with joy with each thrust he made. Suze sucked on my tits and ran fingers in circles around my clit as I bounced on Brian’s rod. Even though his face was happily buried in Susie’s lovely ass, I could tell by his breathing and contortions that he was resisting the urge to blow his load. It had obviously been growing and building until it was almost too much to bear. The video of our foursome was on loop in the background. The image of Mac and Pablo busting on our faces joined forces with Brian’s swelling, throbbing cock to push me past my limit. I shouted as my pelvic muscles flexed rhythmically, squeezing BoneZone’s shaft, milking it, urging it to let loose.

  Instead he pulled out, and Suze and I instinctively moved to his bulging dick, kissing and sucking his slick head. We took turns bringing the tip into our mouths and licking his shaft. We kissed each other with his cock in between, running our tongues all around the crown of his dick, imploring his balls to be generous. His toes curled and his hips shook as he erupted, finally, and blasted his load into our kissing mouths. We kissed and licked as his come coated our lips and dripped down our chins. We finally moved to kissing his still-pulsing cock, and then his chest, before we all finished, panting in a three-way embrace.

  Chapter 6

  In December, after performing for months at any BoneZone concert that didn’t interfere with my school schedule, I received a text from Brian. He had received Grammy nominations for Best Rap Song and Best Music Video. While I knew the song was nominated on its own merits, I liked to think that Susie and I had something to do with the video’s acclaim. I’m sure that the publicity we all received from the “leak” at least put it on the radar of the judges, not to mention earning us daily interview requests and magazine cover offers. Suze (Miss Tai to the public) and I agreed that school was still a priority, even if it was just something to fall back on, as it was for Brian. For the time being, though, we were soaking up the limelight and enjoying the attention we learned to love when working at the club.

  The day after Brian’s text, Susie and I received official invitations to the Grammy awards. For a couple women famous for being naked, the only problem was figuring out what to wear on the red carpet.

  THE END

  Billionaire Seduction: Obsession

  A Billionaire Romance

  Billionaire Seduction

  Obsession

  Raine pulled the battered old Ford F150 to the side of the road, which led down into the heart of Crutch Junction, the town she had grown up in. ’Dust from the Ford’s tires blew across the landscape, clouding her vision of the place.

  “What the hell have I done to end up back here?” asked the long-haired troll figurine, which sat lopsidedly in the middle of the dashboard. Silent as usual, the troll looked back at Raine as if to say, “You messed up. You missed the biggest pair of clues in your journalistic career, obvious clues which anyone else would have spotted. Oh, yeah and your mom’s dying. ’There’s that too.”

  Raine took a deep breath in and let it slowly out. She had spent the majority of her high-school years trying to get away from this place, and it had dragged her back like raw sewage on the tide.

  “Let’s get this over with, then,” she said to the troll, who shook as if palsied when the truck moved off again.

  Raine was shocked at the changes the town had undergone in the six years she had been gone. Many of the stores she remembered from her teenage years were either boarded up, had changed hands or been bought out by faceless mult
inational companies. The Baptist church, whitewashed clapboard with a green metal roof, was overgrown with weeds and scrub roses. The movie theater, where Raine had her first kiss with Steven Argent, who was a year older than her, was closed and boarded up. The old sign above the entrance had missing letters and now read ‘Last Night Before Closing – Inception.’

  Raine steered along the deserted streets as the morning sun began getting uncomfortable as the heat warmed her skin. She drove past the family-owned gas station in the middle of town. It was called ‘Crutch Junction Gas and '’Store. ‘’Raine slowed as she passed the place, which had no pumps gracing its forecourt, She observed the smoke damage to the place, which marred the whitewashed building and was a vivid reminder that someone had set it on fire. Farther down Main Street, graffiti graced many of the buildings and even some of the stores, which claimed to be open but had boarded up windows.

  “Hell, what a crap hole,” Raine said to herself.

  Raine sped up, passing the residential areas in a blur of bleached, sandy colors, all normal for this part of Texas. According to her mother, the only gym in town was in the Paradise Hotel at the far end of town. Three days of sitting and listening to her mother’s opinions on which of her neighbors was having an affair with which other neighbor had driven Raine to the point where she had to get out.

  “What do you want a gym for?” Her mom had asked that very morning in response to her daughter’s query. “You’ve always been a chunky girl, and you always will be.”

  Raine had smiled, remembering another reason she so hated being there. “Thanks, mom. Thanks for that,” she had replied.

  Her mom had looked at her as if she was insane. “Well, it’s true!” she exclaimed. “You take after me in that department. We Daniels women have got child-bearing hips and bottoms to match.”

  Raine groaned at the memory. Please God, don’t let me end up like my mother, Raine thought. And that expression, child-bearing hips! What the hell does having wide hips have to do with giving birth? If having big hips is a prerequisite for having children then Victoria Beckham must have made some kind of deal with Satan to get her kids. Raine’s train of thought was interrupted by her apparent arrival at the Paradise Hotel.

  “Paradise?” She asked the taciturn troll. “Looks more like the set of a bad Star Trek episode.”

  Even though the Paradise Hotel sat on a large plot of land, much of it had turned into scrub. There were no signs of the irrigated, manicured lawns and gardens Raine expected. While there was an array of different buildings on the site, including what looked like a swimming pool, they all had a thick layer of dust on the windows and peeling paint on the fire escape staircases.

  Raine pulled into the parking lot, pulling her aging truck up next to a gleaming, black car she couldn’t identify. It looked like something out of a black and white film shown on TCM, trimmed in chrome and sporting whitewall tires.

  Stepping out of the pickup was like standing in a blast furnace, and Raine almost ran to the smeared double doors at the entrance. The foyer had green carpet with gold squares in it and cream coated the walls. The light fittings were of a fake gold that matched the flooring. Cool air poured from the rattling air conditioner unit. there was a large, wooden reception desk at which sat a wraith-like, bored-looking Hispanic man flicking through a magazine.

  “We’re closed,” the receptionist told her, not even bothering to look away from his reading. His effeminate and nasal voice had more than a trace of an accent, and Raine watched as he swung one crossed leg up and down, making his whole body move.

  “Really?” she asked. “I didn’t see a sign out front.”

  “No. I’m telling you now. We’re closed.”

  “Still, I can use the gym...” Raine trailed off as Mr. Receptionist looked at her from the corner of his eye and gave her a skeptical look.

  “What?” she demanded.

  “Look, honey, there ain’t nothing in that gym which can help someone like you.” He actually waved his index finger in front of her and dipped his head from side to side.

  “Someone like me?” Raine demanded crossly.

  “Yeah, baby. You pretty and all, but you got junk in your trunk that U-Haul couldn’t shift.” His accent made you sound like joo, and Raine had had enough of being insulted by this little fool.

  “Here’s how it goes,” Raine spat, pulling out her press card and flashing it before his eyes, “I’m going to go and find the gym. If you try and stop me, I’ll...”

  “Write me to death?” he sneered. “This whole complex has been reserved, so you can just turn around and haul ass.”

  “Whatever, Ru Paul,” she said, turning to walk through one of the matching doors to either end of reception. She heard him screeching behind her but decided to ignore him and see what happened. Raine had definitely made the right choice, passing a large dining hall, bar and the pool, all of which were eerily dark and silent. When she reached the gym, she found it remarkably well lit, if quite small. There were just two treadmills, one set of weights, a couple of cross-trainers and a rowing machine. It was abandoned, so she stepped inside.

  Not bothering to change, as she arrived in sweatpants and a t-shirt, Raine pressed the controls on one of the surprisingly advanced treadmills and set up a routine, beginning slow and then increasing her pace.

  Two minutes passed and she heard the doors open behind her, but Raine chose not to turn around. If this was the manager to ask her to leave, she was ready with the list of insults the receptionist had battered her with.

  Raine began to wonder if she had been hearing things, as no one approached or spoke to her. Looking at the display, Raine noticed almost five minutes had passed, according to the display, and she made her first mistake.

  Looking behind her revealed a man who was watching her with the same kind of intensity an air traffic controller studies their computer screen. Shocked, Raine made her second mistake by trying to turn around on what amounted to be a conveyor belt. Less than a second after she had managed to make her half-turn, Raine found herself thrown into the arms of this stranger. As Raine realized she was falling, she bareley had time to think, Hi, pleased to meet you. My name’s Raine, and I’ll call the paramedics now. Images of her crushing him as she landed on top of him flashed though her mind.

  Nothing like that happened. Raine found herself pressed up against an extra wall which had somehow materialized behind the treadmill. That the wall had arms, strong, muscular and slightly hairy arms, was her next discovery. That those strong arms were snugly ensconced beneath her mountainous breasts was another.

  “Are you all right?” A deep voice asked from behind herin a smooth tone and with what sounded like a French accent. Raine found herself wanting him to ask him something else – immediately.

  “I am, thanks to you, ah?” Raine wondered as she struggled to free herself from his arms. She stopped struggling as soon as she caught her first proper glimpse of him.

  “Antony,” he said, offering her his hand. Raine took it and blushed when he kissed her knuckles.

  The gym doors slammed back on their hinges, and the slight receptionist followed in behind a brutish looking man wearing a stained boiler-suit.

  “Allow me to apologize, Mr. DuBesne,” Ru Paul started, “But this woman,” he spat the word as if it tasted poisonous, “forced her way in here. I’ll have Buxo here remove her.”

  “No need,” Antony old him. “She’s my guest. I should have told you she was coming. This is entirely my fault. Please feel free to return to what you were doing.” Even though he was addressing the receptionist, Antony’s eyes never left Raine. She openly appraised him in return.

  He stood at around five foot ten with lustrous black hair, which he wore in a messy style. He had a square jaw and winning smile – complete with dimples – which he was dazzling Raine with. If her body could be described as being built for comfort, his would be built for pure pleasure. He was skinny but in that violently muscled way. His dusky skin wa
s stretched, smooth and tight. It stretched tautly over the corded muscles.

  And what muscles!

  Raine’s eyes roved over his arms, and what she could see of his chest under the vest he wore. She knew, without having to see, he would have a delicious set of rippling abs.

  She assessed all these things in a heartbeat, but what captivated Raine more than anything was his eyes.

  His irises were green but the exact, specific green of clover leaves in summer, his eyelashes so thick and lustrous, it looked like he was wearing guyliner and, she noticed, his pupils were huge.

  Either he’s on some kind of drug, or he’s checking me out and liking what he sees. Raine thought. For her own part, her body had responded of its own accord. Her heart rate had increased far in excess of what it had done on the treadmill. Her abdomen throbbed deep inside of her, and her nipples had started pushing against the reinforced framework of her bra.

  “Raine Daniels.” She found herself speaking without knowing if she had said anything else – anything dumb. Not good Rainy, not good at all.

  “Pleased to meet you, Miss Daniels. Do you mind if I join you?”

  “Of course not!” Raine realized, if the receptionist wasn’t just being a bitch, this might just be the man who had rented the entire hotel for some reason. And he’s asking me if I mind?

  “Will you run with me?” He asked. Raine nodded and got back on the treadmill, self-conscious over how she looked. They set up their machines, and a hum filled the room as the motors cut on. Antony was soon pounding along, but Raine confined herself to a slow trot.