Vexed

by Phoenyx Slaughter

  “Oh, fuck yeah.”

  “Can I go to the bathroom first?”

  “Go ahead. I’ll get it set up.”

  Nervous and excited, I swipe my bag off the floor on the way to the bathroom and lock myself inside.

  Am I really doing this?

  Fantasizing about playing porn star is completely different from actually doing it. But I don’t want to talk myself out of it. Instead, I tear through my bag, which happens to be filled with a bunch of sexy stuff I haven’t even worn yet, since Romeo’s pretty much demanded I’m naked when we’re in his room.

  What had seemed so sexy in the middle of Victoria’s Secret the other day, now seems tame compared to what I’ve seen most of the girls running around this clubhouse in. But it’s the best I’ve got and I still think it’s pretty.

  I slip the pink and black baby-doll nightie over my head and tie the long satin ties behind my neck. The front parts into two floaty pieces and I smooth them over my hips before sliding the tiny panties up and tying them at the sides.

  Am I nuts? Nothing seems hotter than being watched while being sexy. While having sex. Capturing those fleeting moments and watching them together later must be the ultimate turn-on.

  Before I chicken out, I fling open the door. My jaw drops.

  Romeo’s sitting on the bed fiddling with a small camera. While I was changing, he dimmed the lights to a seductive level, smoothed out the sheets, and lit a candle. How does such a hard, brutal man even own a candle?

  He glances up and freezes. For a second, I don’t even think he takes a breath. His dark blue eyes are full of such intensity, I’m speechless.

  “Ready?” he asks. As if the panty-wetting decor isn’t enough, his low, sexy voice heats all my bare skin.

  I’m barely breathing as I nod and strike what I hope is a sexy pose in the doorway. He lifts the camera and a little red light blinks steadily.

  “Tell me what we’re doing, Shortcake.”

  My hand moves to play with the ribbon between my breasts. It’s a nervous gesture, but must look sexy to Romeo because he sucks in a deep breath. “Shit, you’re fucking hot.” He lifts his chin. “Tell me.”

  “You’re going to film us.”

  “Doing what? Be specific.”

  “While we fuck.”

  “Yeah? What else?”

  I’m not sure what to say.

  “You gonna ride my dick for the camera?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  “Gonna come for me on camera?”

  “Yes.”

  “Get over here.”

  I run my hands over the material of the baby-doll and his response is barely human. With a throaty growl, he sets the camera on his dresser—at the right height to catch everything that happens on his bed—and mauls me. His hands grip my ass, yanking me to him while his mouth closes over mine. All power and want. For me.

  I’m breathing hard when we part and I have to ask one last question.

  “Promise me you won’t show it to anyone else.”

  He stares down at me and brushes the back of his hand over my cheek. “No problem there, Shortcake. No one else sees my girl naked.”

  There it is again. My girl.

  I hate how much I like it.

  If I owned anything resembling a conscience, I wouldn’t do this. But when a hot girl you’re fucking says she’d like to fuck in front of a camera, you get the fucking camera out.

  It’s not like I want to exploit her and load it onto some website to make a quick buck. I wasn’t kidding about no one seeing our video. She’s mine. I ain’t lettin’ anyone see what belongs to me.

  She’s a crazy contradiction of innocence and naughty girl, standing there in a whispy, see-through, pink and black lace nightie. I pick up the camera again, aiming it at her while I back away and drop down on the bed.

  “Show me.”

  Everything she’s feeling flickers over her eyes and face. The way she swings from sexy confidence to nervous innocence. She wants this, but she’s scared. The sick fucker inside me who feeds on her fear, loves it.

  Confidence seems to win over and she makes a show of fluffing her breasts, playing peek-a-boo with the thin, floating material and flicking the ties at her hips. Her pretty pink-tipped tits are visible through barely-there fabric. I can’t wait to rip every piece of lace right off her.

  She smiles as if she’s letting me in on a secret and unties the bow between her breasts, flashing me. Just a tease. I’m loving this and hating it at the same time.

  “Now, you show me,” she says in a voice barely above a whisper.

  While trying to be bossy is cute on her, I’m not ready for this to end yet. “You haven’t earned it yet, Shortcake. Take your top off nice and slow.”

  She stretches her arms over her head, untying it and letting it float to the floor.

  I reward her with an encouraging, “Very pretty.” Then aim the camera at her tits. “Touch yourself.”

  She seems to know exactly what I want, cupping her tits, and teasing her nipples for me. Her laughter’s low and dirty as she slides a hand down over her belly and under the front of her panties.

  “I didn’t say you could touch your pussy.”

  “You didn’t say I couldn’t, either,” she sasses back. That fucking mouth of hers is hot as hell.

  “Get that sexy ass over here.” She turns and gives me a peek at her ass before taking slow, deliberate steps my way. I’m so fucking hard, my dick’s poking out of my briefs waving hello.

  “On your knees,” I say when she reaches me. She leans over, pushing her tits in my face, placing her hands on my legs to lower herself to the floor with the ease of a cat.

  She flicks her fearless blue eyes up and slicks her tongue across her bottom lip, slow for the camera.

  “You’re gorgeous.” It’s too bad I have no shame. The filthy, depraved things I want to do to this girl ain’t right—but this is her game and there’s no way I’m passing on it.

  “Tell me what you want, Romeo,” she says, using her sex-kitten voice.

  I hold back a chuckle. Who the hell am I around this girl? Someone without the weight of running an MC around my neck for sure. Someone who laughs.

  “Take my dick out.”

  She gets to work while I train the camera on her hands, diving inside my briefs. Fuck it. I lift up so she can work them down my legs and toss ‘em.

  “Wrap your hand around me.”

  Warm fingers stroke up and down my cock and her head tips down. “Do you want my mouth on you?” she asks.

  She doesn’t wait for an answer. No, she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock, unhinging my brain. I settle one hand on her back and keep the camera on her with the other. I keep my touch light, afraid I’ll lose it and hurt her. Force her head down until her nose hits my crotch.

  Done teasing, she lowers her head and swallows my dick in one deep suck. Fuck. Her lips around me, the hollowing of her cheeks as she sucks, I get it all on film before the wet searing heat races to my head and I have to set the camera down.

  After bobbing and teasing for a while, she glances up, staring into my eyes.

  “Suck like a good little porn star.”

  She chuckles, the vibrations adding to my pleasure. She should be terrified. Every pull of her mouth makes me lose a little more control. I can’t last like this.

  Grabbing her hair, I pull her off me with a soft popping noise.

  “Get up in the bed.”

  She grins and scrambles up behind me. I take a second to pose her the way I want for the camera and kneel between her legs.

  This time when our eyes meet, I think she sees the dark violence brewing inside me. She shivers, and her smile fades.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She’s quick to do it. Even brings her hands down and spreads her lips.

  “Good girl,” I breathe out. Starting nice and slow, I lick from her opening to her clit. I stop and graze my teeth over her sensitive flesh and she gasps. />
  “Like that?”

  “Yes,” she whispers. One of her hands threads into my hair, nails raking against my scalp.

  “That’s good. Show me what you like, Athena.”

  I lick her again, but she’s still tense. “Relax and breathe. Forget the camera.”

  She nods and I watch her take a few deep breaths before getting back to business. The sucking rhythm of my lips and tongue against her clit makes her cry out. Hard breathing, little high-pitched noises. So many beautiful fucking sounds she makes. The prettiest sound of all is when I thrust a finger in her snug little cunt, and she yells out my name.

  “Reed! Please.”

  I add another finger and keep fucking her, licking her.

  “Oh, oh, oh.” She shakes under me.

  “Come, sweetheart. All over my face. Don’t hold back.”

  She just makes a series of noises in response, and I laugh against her clit. “Got no words?”

  She alternates between “Yes, no, and please.” Over and over again until she can’t hold back. Her hips buck off the bed, and I keep right on pulsing my fingers in and out until I’m drowning in her juices.

  “Good girl,” I keep encouraging, while she shudders and moans through her orgasm.

  She holds her arms out and I crawl up her body, stopping to kiss and lick her along the way. Finally, I get to her neck where I nuzzle, lick, and inhale her girly scent. We’re nowhere near finished, but I give her a few seconds before reaching out, grabbing a condom and rolling it on.

  My eyes close as I stop to kiss her. Not for the camera. For me, for her, because I love kissing her soft lips. She arches up as I slide into her. Wet, tight heat clenches around my dick. Tingles race up my spine and over my skin.

  “Reed,” she whispers. Breathless. Gasping as I rock into her faster. “Don’t stop.”

  “No. Can’t.” My hands grip her waist, holding her, staking a claim. “You’re mine. My girl.”

  She moans but doesn’t answer.

  I reach between us and drag my thumb over her clit, and she yelps. “My pussy, Athena. Mine. Say it.”

  “Yours. I’m all yours. Only yours.”

  “Better.” Fuck, it’s so good my brain’s about to crack in two. “You need to come for me, sweetheart.”

  “I’m trying.”

  “Don’t try.” I close my mouth over one tight nipple, licking and sucking, while I stroke two fingers over her clit in fierce circles. She’s gonna come for me or I’ll die trying.

  A few seconds later, her body wrenches tight, she jerks under me, moans, and digs her nails into my shoulders.

  I let go after that. She’s so beautiful. Jacking waves of pleasure take hold of me. White hot rushes of satisfaction. Like nothing—and I mean nothing—I’ve ever felt before. I press kisses against her shoulder and neck, inhale her sex-sweat scented skin and slowly come back to myself.

  Shifting my weight off her, I ditch the condom. I use my last bit of energy to push myself up and shut off the camera.

  “Tomorrow, we’ll watch that. Maybe do it all over again.”

  She giggles and runs her leg against mine. “I don’t know if I can.”

  I slide back down into the bed and snuggle her under the covers. She curls up against me like she belongs there. And she does.

  The sex is fantastic, but I also want to know more about her. Know her. And strangely, I want her to know me.

  “I want to take you to my shop tomorrow.”

  Big, blue eyes blink a few times before she asks, “How come?”

  “I’d like you to see where I spend a lot of my time. Maybe show you a few projects I’m working on.”

  She hesitates before answering. “Okay. Sounds like fun.”

  I hug her a little tighter and kiss her forehead. The warmth of her snuggling closer eases any doubts about taking this risk.

  9

  I’m rudely interrupted from our post-sex nap by my VP sending me a handful of texts.

  Athena’s sound asleep on her stomach, her perfect little ass sticking up enough to make it real fuckin’ hard to get out of bed without fucking her again.

  Hopefully, she’ll be like that when I return.

  My dick gets hard thinking of watching that video with her later. Thinking of new things I want to film. This could turn into a full-time habit.

  * * *

  What’s waiting for me downstairs is the fuck who’s been nothing but a pain in my ass for months now.

  Tucker. Karina’s father.

  “What?” I snap as I lead him into my office.

  “Can you call Dante down too?”

  “Jesus, fuck. Really?” But I’m already yanking my phone out to send him a text.

  I give him a pointed look after I set my phone down. “I’m tryin’ to make things right. That guy I hired to scare Karina…the one she said…hurt her? I tracked him down.” He waves a piece of paper in the air. “Think you can keep Dante from killing me if I hand it over?”

  I roll my eyes, because honestly, no. My enforcer isn’t some pit bull I keep on a leash. “It’s a start.”

  The big, snarling bastard shows up a few minutes later. “What do you want?” he growls when he sees Tucker. I wave him in and point to the seat farthest from Tucker—just in case.

  “Tucker’s got some info for you.”

  Dante shows the barest hint of interest.

  “The guy who—”

  “Molested your daughter?” I add helpfully. I hate this pansy fuck who never takes any responsibility for his actions.

  He acts as if I hadn’t spoken, but his cheeks turn red. How such a sweet, gentle, smart girl can be related to this man baffles me. Thank fuck I’m the one who bought his debt and not someone else. This piece of shit would have had her turning tricks on a street corner to support his gambling habit. The irony of her ending up with a severe motherfucker like Dante is pretty funny.

  “If she says so. I still don’t believe—”

  “Shut the fuck up,” Dante snaps. “I know it’s hard for you to grasp this concept, but Karina doesn’t lie to me.”

  Tucker has some balls. He doesn’t react at all. Just continues. “This guy was with Red Storm MC. One of their East Coast charters, but he went nomad. Name’s Hardy. He goes by Viper or something stupid like that.”

  “Yeah. Where’s he now?”

  “People I talked to think he’s either in Texas or Nevada. Deacon’s looking for him too.”

  That’s…odd. Also odd that they’d give an outsider any information about a brother. “Why? If he’s nomad, what’s Deacon’s crew care?”

  Tucker shrugs. “I think he fucked someone over. Either he’s out bad or he’s marked. I don’t really know much more than that.”

  “Well, at least you’re not completely useless for once,” Dante says, snatching the paper out of Tucker’s hand.

  “That’s a shit picture. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?” he asks, then tosses it my way.

  “Best I could get,” Tucker whines.

  I raise an eyebrow at Dante, and he stands. “I’ll put Luck on it.”

  Figures. Luck seems to be the only brother Dante trusts one hundred percent with his girl. Fuck only knows what the three of them are up to. Dante leaves, and Tucker gets up to leave as well.

  “Sit back down. We ain’t finished.”

  Guilt flashes over his face. “What do you need?”

  “This why you were up in Red Storm territory when you were supposed to be delivering our shit?”

  “Yeah. I got a lead and followed it. Your stuff made it there on time.” He’s not lying. I got confirmation of it last night. Still fucking irritated he took a risk with club assets.

  He pulls out an envelope and hands it over. “I even got some cash to pay my debt, since it looks like you and Karina ain’t gonna be a thing. You know I’m real sorry.”

  I roll my eyes—Karina and I were never going to be a thing— but I snatch up the envelope. “Who’d you borrow it from
?”

  “No one.”

  Tucker’s a shit liar. But I don’t give a fuck who he ripped off to pay me back.

  “Oh, I also heard about Logan. He might be up in Seattle.”

  “Think he’s trying to cross into Canada?”

  “Maybe. What did he do? He’s patched, right?”

  “Ain’t your concern. It’s club business.”

  “Come on. I’ve known him since he was a kid. If you’re gonna kill him, I’d like to know.”

  “Like I said, it doesn’t concern you. It’s club business.” It’s actually Dante’s business. Logan kidnapped Karina. Dante’s got every right to kill the little traitor. Of course, it’s more complicated than that. Then the thought of anyone taking Athena from me burns through my veins. Nope. Not complicated at all.

  I’d kill anyone who came between us.

  After eighteen years of gentle treatment, the pounding my pussy’s taken the last few days is enough that I’m a little relieved to wake up alone.

  I bury my nose in Romeo’s pillow. The way I respond to his scorched grass and wind scent makes a liar out of my abused girly-bits. I’d jump him right this second if he was here.

  Where is he?

  I slip into another one of his club shirts. This one’s faded to a dull steel gray and soft. The club’s pissed-off bull on the back and “Prez” on the front. I’m guessing there aren’t a lot of these. I wonder if he’ll mind that I’m wearing it.

  If we were at his house, or somewhere with any privacy, I’d just wear the shirt. But I could encounter any number of people in this clubhouse, so I slip on a pair of stretchy pants and head downstairs.

  A familiar voice stops me from pushing my way into Romeo’s office. Mr. Rivers? Karina’s father. How does he even know someone like Romeo?

  Then the words he said sink in.

  “Looks like you and Karina ain’t gonna be a thing. Sorry about that.”

  Romeo was interested in my best friend? Blood roars through my ears, drowning out anything else.

  “You okay, darlin’?”

  I’m jolted by a gentle hand on my shoulder and stare up into a stern, but not unkind face. “Luck, right?” I squeak out.