by Sam Crescent
“Are you mocking me?” he asked.
“The image, it doesn’t quite add up.”
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She cried out as some of her drink spilled down her body.
“Look what you did,” she said.
“Look what I did.” His tongue traced the path that her drink had taken. Her eyes closed, and her mind went straight to where his tongue traced down. She felt the cold spill of liquid close to her bikini bottoms.
She touched his face. “No, no, I have to finish what I’m saying.” She had to stay on track before he directed her thoughts to far more pleasurable things. “When we get back. I can go into the office.”
“Not happening. I don’t want you near that asshole. You no longer have a job there anyway, remember?”
“I was a good worker. I heard Jeff was struggling to keep staff.”
“How did you hear that?”
“When I was grocery shopping, one of the women in line was talking about him being a horrible man to work for, and that she’d quit after a single day. He’s mean, it’s no lie. I stuck around because I needed the job.”
“And if you think I’m going to put you in that position again, you’re fucking mistaken.”
She pressed her lips to his, silencing him. Once she had him distracted, she broke the kiss. Their cocktails were long forgotten, being soaked up by the sand where they’d fallen. “I know you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, and it’s one of the many reasons I love you.”
“Good of you to remember.”
“I’m part of your club now,” she said. “I couldn’t bear for anything to happen to you. I don’t even want to think about it.”
“Then don’t.”
“Then let me do this.”
“Callie.”
“Brick, if I can get that job back, I can find the paperwork.”
“Assuming he hasn’t burned it.”
“He still has to run a business, and for tax reasons, he has to keep the paperwork for a length of time. Trust me. I can make this work.” She wanted to help the club. They were her family, her friends. Once she had her college diploma, she’d be even more of an asset.
Brick pressed his head against her chest. His tongue danced between the valley of her tits, and she couldn’t help but chuckle from his onslaught. “You’re not playing fair.”
“I don’t want you to ever be hurt. I know what that fucker is capable of, and if he does anything…”
“Two weeks. That’s all I’ll need. Two weeks when we get back. A week for him to watch me like a hawk and for him to build up trust again. The next week for me to take over, and to, you know, find everything.”
He stared at her.
She waited.
“You know it’s a good idea,” she said.
“It is, but I don’t like it.”
“Do you not like it because I thought of it or because you’re worried about me?”
He grabbed her hip and tugged her beneath him. “The second one, babe. You know what you mean to me.” His lips played across her neck, and she gasped as he sucked on the point at her neck that sent waves of pleasure rushing through her entire body. “I swore to love and protect you.”
“You will.”
“You don’t have to do anything for the club.”
“I’m doing it for you,” she said. “All for you.”
He slammed his lips down on hers. Brick devoured her. “I love you so fucking much.”
“Do we have a deal?” she asked.
“I still have to run it by Lord, but otherwise, we have a deal. I’m going to be staying close, and that fucker will be six feet under if he ever puts his hands on you, do you understand me?”
She cupped his face, kissing him passionately. “I understand. Now, are you going to fuck me and put your baby inside me?”
His eyes flashed fire, and it sent an answering heat through her body. Brick had gotten under her skin since the moment she met him. All she had ever wanted was him, and she knew deep down that was never going to change. It was why she was willing to go find the information they needed.
Her grandma had once said there was going to be someone who she would do anything for, walk through fire or on broken glass for. Callie hadn’t believed her. The only men she’d known were the ones she despised and treated her like nothing.
Brick was different.
He treated her like his queen.
She loved him with her whole heart and knew there was nothing that would come between them.
He was her man, just as she was his woman.
They were no longer each other’s secret, but now very much out in the open, and in love. The future had always been daunting to her, but no longer. With Brick by her side, and the club at her back, she knew she could do anything.
The End
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BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
BRED BY THE MC PREZ
Breeding Season, 5
Sam Crescent and Stacey Espino
Copyright © 2020
Sample Chapter
Pierce Casey, or Forge as most of his club called him, took a long, deep draw on his cigarette and waited for Peterson to arrive. His crew, Hell’s Slaves MC, were behind him, waiting for the son of a bitch to turn up. He didn’t like to be kept waiting.
Peterson owed him a lot of money, and he was tired of the excuses. The only reason he put up with the bullshit was because he happened to find the old man entertaining. The son of a bitch was mayor of this town and happened to have a serious gambling problem. Forge was all about helping those in need. The mayor liked to use his club to deal with certain problems, old skeletons in the closet, and being the nice guy he was, Forge was more than happy to oblige at a cost.
Now the debt was overdue, and Forge and his crew had done what was necessary to keep Peterson’s reputation squeaky clean.
He was bored of the entertainment, and it was time to step it up a notch or two, or even three. He didn’t have any problems hurting the bastard, and in fact, would rather enjoy hearing him squeal. There hadn’t been enough bloodshed in his life of a late, and he was growing tired of being nice.
Just as Forge was about to give up and head back to his clubhouse to plan his strategy with his men, three black cars slowly pulled up across the abandoned plot. He took a final draw on his cigarette before throwing it to the ground and stamping on it.
Stepping forward, he knew two of his men were by his sides, Dog and Hound. Dog was his VP and Hound his enforcer.
There was no doubt his other men were waiting, hands poised on weapons, prepared to make this very bloody if they had to. Before the night was over, if Peterson had fucked with him, he’d slit the bastard’s throat.
One of the guards opened the back door and Peterson, with all his airs and graces, climbed out, buttoning his jacket as he did.
“You think this is a fucking joke?” Forge asked.
The door of the car remained open as Peterson stepped forward. If Forge didn’t recognize terror so well, he would have assumed the man before him was cool as a cucumber. But he wasn’t. The telltale shaking, the pale face, and overall fear dripped off him. He liked to make men nervous and well, this fucker was exceedingly so. Even with his band of security, it didn’t mean he was safe.
“I apologize for my lateness,” Peterson said.
“Where’s my money?”
“I … I don’t have it.”
Forge tutted. “You know I don’t like it when someone tries to take the piss.” He grabbed Peterson by his jacket, pulling
him forward so they were nose to nose. “You better call off your men now!” He spoke slowly.
Peterson’s guards had all drawn their weapons, ready to shoot to kill. Forge had no doubt his men were in exactly the same stance. He trusted them to aim and take their enemies out. What he didn’t know was if Peterson’s men were properly trained or designed to look like fighters. Most of them looked a little too young for his tastes.
“It’s fine. Back off. Lower your weapons,” Peterson said, his voice shaking.
“Now, I’m thinking I break a couple of your arms. Maybe even your legs. I want to hear you scream. Hell’s Slaves are not to be made a fool of, do you understand me?” He’d gladly hear the sound of breaking bones.
“Wait, wait,” Peterson said. Perspiration dotted his brow.
“You think you can order me around?”
“It’s … I have an arrangement that may be suitable for you.”
Forge laughed. “You think you can buy me? The only thing I want is my money.”
“But what if there was something else? Something that is so hard to come by in this day and age. Something only you will ever be able to claim. To own. To possess.”
He hated being a curious bastard. There was nothing he didn’t know about this son of a bitch and yet, here he was, offering him something more, and he was interested.
“Go on.”
“You’re going to need to let me go long enough to arrange it.”
Forge thrust him away from him but didn’t let him go. “This is as far as you’re getting.”
“Fine. Fine.” Peterson looked behind him. His entire body shook as he nodded at one of his men.
Glancing over the man’s shoulder, he watched as someone entered the car. He heard a muffled scream and in the next minute, a woman was pulled from the car. She wore a robe and someone had tied a piece of rope across her mouth, stopping any sound from her.
He noticed how blonde her hair was. It was almost white and it looked soft, silken to the touch. Next, her eyes. They were blue, like a clear ocean, only these were swimming with tears. She wore no makeup. Tears traced down her cheek and he didn’t know why seeing her scared sent a wave of protective need rushing through him. He wanted to protect her.
The man restraining her held her up.
“What is this?” he asked.
“This … is my bastard daughter. No one knows about her but me. This is Beth Peterson. The result of an unfortunate affair with the nanny. As far as anyone is concerned, she works for me. Only those closest to me know who she truly is.”
“And why would I want the offspring you won’t even claim?” Forge asked. “I can get any pussy I want.”
“Exactly. You can have any. I can have a doctor confirm my daughter is … a virgin. No man has ever touched her and I know, I’ve made sure of it. I knew one day she’d come in useful and seeing as you’re surrounded by very loose women, I figured something tight and hot would do the trick.”
With each word Peterson spoke, Forge watched the daughter. She hung her head in shame. She didn’t like her father and what he was doing scared her, but there was something else. She was used to this kind of treatment.
“Open it,” Peterson said.
Without waiting, the guard tore the robe off Beth’s body, showing her to everyone, including his men.
Forge gritted his teeth as he wanted to bash Peterson’s head in. When she tried to cover herself, the guard held her arms out, stopping her from doing exactly that. He wanted to slam his fist into the bastard’s face but he wasn’t going to get the satisfaction. Not today.
Beth’s body was beautiful. Curves in all the right places. Heavy tits. Nice rounded hips. The kind designed to lure a man to hold on to. Breeding hips. For a moment, he wondered how she would look with a nice rounded stomach, full of his child.
“And she’s a virgin. No man has ever touched her. If you’d like, I can get this confirmed for you. You’ll be the first and only man to ever be between her pretty thighs.”
It wasn’t her virginity he was after, or even her body, even though he intended to have both. What Peterson didn’t realize was that he was about to give away a wealth of knowledge. After this, Forge intended to do whatever it took to bring this bastard to his knees. He didn’t like bullies, or any man who thought they could use power like this to fuck with others.
She sniffled.
He wanted to protect her.
“And what do you hope to get of this?” Forge asked.
“The debt wiped clean.”
“No,” Forge said.
“Do you have any idea how much a virgin would gain at an auction?” Peterson asked. “Millions of dollars.”
“I’m taking the girl and I’ll be getting my money. You like your cushy life, don’t you? The power you wield. If you think to take the girl after giving her to me, you’ll be out of office by the morning and your wealth, what little of it you have left along with the power, will be wiped out.” He stepped up close. “Do you want to try me on this?”
“But—”
“An extension is all you get. Nothing more.” He looked toward Beth, seeing her shake. “You lost any power of reducing the bill when you allowed others to look at her. Cover her up.”
The guard quickly put her robe back on and he nodded, satisfied. Holding out his hand, he waited for her to step toward him.
“Do we have a deal or do you want to test my patience even more?” Forge asked.
“Fine. Yes, an extension is exactly what I need. Go, Beth. Be a good girl like I’ve told you to always be.”
She was shoved toward him and he held her close, feeling just how scared she was.
Her tremors angered him. He would take care of her and she was going to tell him every single detail about her father and his business.
****
“You’re nothing but a whore. You were made with a whore and that’s exactly what you are.”
All her life, Beth knew how much her father despised her and his wife. They couldn’t have her mother running off and telling the media how he took advantage of her. So, they’d kept her at home during the whole pregnancy, only for her mother to die giving birth to her, and Peterson had seen it as a way of making millions of potential viewers loving him. He had designs for the big job and to do that, he had to be memorable. So he took in his nanny’s child, and Beth, she rarely went out. They wouldn’t allow her.
She was nothing more than a slave within the Peterson household until there was a need for her to smile at the camera and to pretend everything was okay. She hated pretending. Forcing a smile to her lips so people assumed she was happy.
Glancing around the room she’d been locked in, she felt sick to her stomach.
Her father hadn’t lied.
She was a virgin.
Untouched.
No one had ever given her the time of day.
She let out a sniffle, wiping beneath her nose. If she didn’t do exactly as her father wanted, he was going to kill her. She’d been told to distract Forge. To give him whatever he wanted.
Before being dragged into the car, she’d been forced to watch porn. Saw a woman deep throat a man, take him into her pussy and then her ass, before sucking on his cock again. They’d made her watch and told her what she had to do.
She closed her eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the bathrobe closer to her. Back at the Peterson mansion, after her chores, she had her own little room down at the end of the yard. It wasn’t much. A small house. One bedroom, one kitchen, one bathroom. She loved it. Every single evening, she would leave and pretend like she was only going to a job. Not that she was a prisoner. One day, she hoped to be free. To be far away from the Petersons and to have a life where no one dictated to her what she had to do. She’d yet to achieve that but she had hoped. She always did.
There was no reason to even think about giving up.
Now though, locked in the MC Prez’s bedroom at his clubhouse, she felt even more afraid. He’d
looked so angry as he took her. Riding on the back of his bike was one of the most difficult things she’d ever done.
Covering her face, she hoped her body stopped shaking soon. She had to keep telling herself it would all be fine. Her father threatened to have her killed multiple times a week. This was no different. He couldn’t hurt her here.
What if Forge and his men were meant to be the ones to finally kill her? To clean up his twenty-four-year-old mess.
The door to the bedroom opened and Forge, the man who now owned her, stepped inside. He held something in his hands but she couldn’t make it out. The light coming from the lamps didn’t cast enough glow to show every single corner of the room.
She lowered her hands and stared at him, feeling frozen to the spot.
“Did you offer to come here? Is this all an act?” He pointed at her body.
At first, she didn’t know if this was a trap. If she told him the truth, would he tell her father? Would he beat her? She’d been on the other end of a belt before. If there was one thing she knew, she didn’t like to be hurt, to be whipped. Even being slapped. She hated it all.
“Look, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not a monster,” he said. “I’ve brought you some clothes. I want to know the truth. Do you get off on this sort of thing?”
He held out two items of clothing. They looked like jeans and a shirt.
“You want me to wear clothes?” she asked. Her voice didn’t sound like hers.
“Yeah, I do. Does that surprise you?”
“I don’t know.”
“I figured you’d be hungry. I haven’t eaten for most of the day. We’ve got the grill fired up, and you’re welcome to join us.”
“I am?”