Ruin (Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects Book 1) Page 7

  “Yeah. That’s perfect. Arms up. You can hug that pillow under your head. I’ll keep the camera focused right here.” He smacks my ass with a playful pop, inciting a small yelp from me.

  He moves off the bed, so I look over my shoulder to see what he’s up to only to find him stroking his cock while he walks across the room. He stops in the mirror for a brief second and gives himself a once over before he reaches over and turns on the stereo. There’s no shame in his game whatsoever.

  He cranks up the volume a little and then with a fucking smile on his face, he struts back to the bed… dick swaying and all.

  He’s tapping on his phone one handed just before he climbs onto the bed to straddle me with his weight. He palms my ass and slowly gives it a few squeezes, massaging it while he starts dirty talking. I’m guessing he’s recording at this point, so I take a deep breath and relax.

  “Yeah, that’s it. Ahhhh fuckkkk.” I have to hold in my laughter because he’s cracking me up with his instant noises. Not that he didn’t dirty talk last night, but I guess I was more into it then. He had pushed me against a wall and held me by the throat to get my attention. That was real.

  “What you gonna do for Daddy?” This time all I’ve done is lie down on a bed and it sounds put on like an actual porno. I wonder if I should start moaning loud and obnoxious like he’s fucking me good even though his cock is just sliding between my ass cheeks. The thought of what kind of response that would get out of him makes me actually laugh. My body starts to shake with laughter and he freezes.

  “Are you laughing?”

  “Sorry. So sorry.” I really try to reel it in, but it just gets worse and before I know it I’m full on crazy laughing at this situation.

  “I see how it is. I was trying to do this the quickest way… get you on a video that you’d have no problems posting. But I see that’s not gonna be the case.” He pulls back so that his cock is between my legs, the tip touching where my ass cheeks come together. With one hand he squeezes the top part of my ass while his thumb slides between my cheeks and before I have a chance to guess what he’s up to, he’s putting pressure right on the entrance to my ass.

  Talk about a way to shut a person up. I have to give it to him because I’m no longer thinking anything he’s saying or moaning is corny. “Yesss.” He’s practically hissing while he’s moving his hips in small thrusts. He has my full attention like he’s controlling the remote that can turn me on with the touch of a button.

  “Am I funny now, Tyra?” I love when he says my name like that. I can’t find it in me to speak with him pressing on it like that, so I simply shake my head to respond. He pulls his thumb back a little and I feel his saliva hit the bullseye perfectly… like he’s done that a million times before.

  I inhale sharply with the first sting of his intrusion. “You gonna let me put it in your ass?” I’m afraid to move. Afraid to breathe. There’s no fucking way I’m going to find it in me to talk with his thumb ripping apart my asshole. He slides it out and circles the saliva before he’s right back to the point of progress he was just at.

  “Breathe.” He has to remind me because nothing seems natural right now. He pulls his thumb out and leans over me to whisper in my ear. “Relax for me. It’ll go better if you’re not tense.” Then he lowers himself to kiss me. With the weight of his body on mine, his hands slide under me so that he can have his hands full of my chest. He must’ve dropped the phone on the bed because it doesn’t seem to be a part of what’s going on anymore.

  I’m sure all this is a ploy to get my mind off of what’s to come but with the way he kisses, it works. After a few minutes of just hard core making out, I’m much more into the idea of new things. He must take his cue because he repositions himself back into position where he’s straddling me, and his thumb is knocking on my back door while his dick is waiting right behind his buddy.

  “Ah, yeah. That’s a good girl.” I don’t laugh this time. His dirty talk is now something I crave and want to hear more of. I arch my back just enough so that my ass shifts slightly, and he gets excited. “That’s it. Lose the pillow. Face down, ass up. I want that ass in the air for me.”

  I do exactly what he asks, and he wastes no time burying himself balls deep inside of me, no doubt earning a loud moan from us both. Once he starts thrusting in and out, he slides his thumb back into place and I go crazy, rotating my hips and grinding back against him. I’ve taken over and it’s now me who’s fucking him while he’s frozen in place. “Fuck yes.” I chase the orgasm like an addict until he hits just the right spot and I lock up. “Don’t stop. Ride it out.” I grind back against him and try to move through the orgasm but it’s the kind that has you seeing stars and sounding anything but sexy.

  He takes over where I can’t and for lack of better words, he starts pounding the fuck out of me… and I love every minute of it.

  There’s no doubt how this guy got his nickname. After reaching the kind of highs he’s given me over the last fifteen or so hours, I’ll probably spend the rest of my life longing to reach them again.

  Chapter Ten

  Tyra

  I managed to escape Ruin’s house without falling into bed with him again. And I also agreed to a tiny edit from our video this morning. He posted it and handed me a stack of cash, making the whole whore bit real.

  I’m sure there’ll be a time when I won’t stoop to these levels to make money, but today isn’t the day to say no to that kind of cash. Let’s not even talk about the fact that I’d come back for more time with Ruin if there wasn’t any cash involved at all.

  After locking my cash in my trunk and even ensuring that it was hidden under the carpet by the spare tire, I decided to try to see if I could figure out who my father is.

  I pull over before I get to the tattoo shop to tame my bedhead hair a bit and put on a quick layer of makeup. The old picture I’ve memorized over the years is in the glove box, so I pull it out and give it one last look before I make my way to the parking lot.

  The building in the background matches the one in my view and hasn’t changed much with the exception of a few of the signs. I take a deep breath and grab the door handle before I chicken out. This is what I came to this town to do and it’s time to follow through with it before I get myself buried any deeper into things going on in this town.

  The bell rings over the door announcing my entry, but there’s not anyone around. I wait by the counter hoping someone will pop in from the back but after a few minutes, the anxiety of the situation gets too heavy to handle.

  I’ve got my back turned and the door opened when I hear his voice. “Can I help you?” I turn slowly, the weight of it all hitting me even harder now that I’m face to face with the man I think is my father.

  “Uh. Yes. I’m looking for someone.”

  “Does that someone have a name?” He’s quick to ask even though I can tell he’s curious what I’m about to say.

  “The guy in this picture.” I hand him the old photo and don’t take a breath for far too long waiting on him to respond.

  “That guy doesn’t come around here anymore.” I’m instantly deflated and confused. I really thought he would be the answer to my prayers… or at least be able to tell me something valuable.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, I’m sure. That guy is long gone.” I look down at the picture once again, hiding the tears welling up on my face. “Why are you looking for him?”

  “I think he’s my dad.” I watch for a reaction out of him and there’s nothing. He’s stone-cold solid in his expression.

  “Sorry, Kid.”

  “Do you at least know his name?”

  “It won’t help you. He died years ago.” The tears start falling and no matter how hard I’m trying to hold back my emotions, I can’t stop the sobbing that follows. I’m not sure why it was better when I thought my father was out there somewhere, but it was. Now I know I’m truly alone in this world and that fucking sucks.

  “I’m sorry
to have bothered you.” I have two choices at this point. I can either break down like a lunatic in front of this guy or I can drive somewhere close and have a meltdown in private.

  With those two options, I find myself rushing toward the door and running to my car. I’ve got the door closed and the car in reverse before I see the guy looking through the glass door. I’m sure I just gave the old guy something to talk about today.

  I make it a few blocks away before I pull into a parking lot to pull over. The screams come quick while the tears flood my face. I lose myself and start beating the steering wheel and acting like a complete psychopath until I’m completely drained of energy. I’m so tired of being defeated by life. Is it too much to hang on to some fucking hope that a better life is coming for me?

  A knock on my window has me screaming again, this time in fear. “Shit. You scared me.” It’s the guy from the tattoo shop. “Go away.” I yell loud enough that he can hear me without rolling down my window, but he doesn’t leave. He opens the door instead and then turns to face away. He props his hips against the side of my car and we both sit in silence for a few minutes. My tears keep sliding down my face no matter how hard I work to contain them.

  “What’s your mom’s name, Kid?” He finally breaks the silence.

  “Trina.” He looks down at his boot as he kicks the dirt a couple of times.

  “Trina Jennings?” My heart skips a beat.

  “Yes.”

  “How old are you, Kid?”

  “Twenty.” He looks out in the distance and puts his hands in his pockets. He’s a man of few words, that’s for sure.

  “What makes you think that guy was your dad?”

  “My mother told me that he was.”

  He crosses his arms and stops fidgeting. He shakes his head a few times and then finally starts talking again. “The guy in the photo was me twenty or so years ago.” More tears spring to the surface, this time not out of devastation but because I have a little bit of hope once again. “That was an entire lifetime ago for me.”

  I can hear regret in his voice, but I’ve already told myself I would need to give the guy some room to take in the fact that he has a daughter who he was never told about… or at least that’s what my mother told me.

  “My mother said she never told you about me.”

  “She didn’t.” He glances my direction for just a second before he’s back to being focused on anything that is not here.

  “She said you two were only together a few times.”

  “Yeah. We hooked up twice.”

  “Well… congrats. It’s a girl,” I joke hoping he will maybe laugh, and it will lighten the mood just a bit, but he doesn’t take the bait.

  His phone starts ringing and he pulls it out, instantly answering. “Yeah.” He doesn’t move from the side of my car while he listens to whoever is on the other side of the call. “Be there in a few minutes.”

  I know it’s only been a few minutes since I’ve known for sure this was the guy in the picture, but I was hoping for more time to get to know him before he rushes off.

  “I have to run, Kid. Can we meet up tonight and talk some more?” It lifts my spirits the second he asks to meet me later; it means he isn’t trying to run from me.

  “My name is Tyra.” He nods but still isn’t giving me a smile or any sign that he’s happy about this news.

  “Poe. Want to meet at Lucille’s tonight… say at six?”

  “I’ll see you there.” And with that he walks toward a motorcycle, that I never even heard pull up through my fit of crazy.

  He pulls away in a hurry while I’m still sitting in my driver’s seat in shock. I glance in the mirror and start wiping off some of the mascara that’s running down my face.

  I have to stop what I’m doing to watch him pull away. That’s my father on that motorcycle. It’s a view I’ve dreamt of for years. He looks like a burly old biker, pissed off at the world and I’m elated to know that I’ve found the guy I’ve wanted to meet my entire life.

  Ruin

  I’m fucking addicted to watching the numbers blow up on the video I posted this morning. There’s already over eight thousand dollars that’s hit today from a short segment that was just a damn tease of what I have to post.

  Just knowing how much material we were able to get between last night and this morning gives me some room to relax a little bit about getting this whole thing up and running. I’m still wanting to take the progress to the club in a few weeks. I just need to get a few of the costs covered before I start handing over half the money to the club.

  I was feeling a little guilty for offering Tyra ten grand as a bonus without clearing it with the guys first, but it’s clear that’ll easily be made before the night’s over. I hit play on what I posted and watch it a few times. What can I say… it’s fucking hot. She’s fucking hot. I’d pay money to watch Tyra on camera any damn day.

  I’ve been sitting in my truck outside the clubhouse for a while now. Chaos told me to meet him here at seven for some important club business, so I need to head inside because it’s about that time.

  Before I have the chance to open my door, my passenger side door flies open. “What the fuck, man? I checked out our page just now and saw how many subscribers we already have. What’s that mean for cash flow?”

  “Eight grand in five hours. That doesn’t count what we made from yesterday’s posts.”

  “Holy shit. I can’t believe it.” His excitement matches mine because he knows we’re just getting started. Once all the guys have a chance to get involved it’s going to get crazy as fuck around here.

  “I know. And wait til you see what’s to come. I’ve got some money shots waiting on edits that’ll blow us the fuck up. Sterling and I both with that chick from last night.” I stop talking as soon as I see my father walk out the door to the club. “Later.” Saint knows why we have to continue this conversation some other time.

  “You guys get inside. We need to get started. Head to Church.” Chaos is all business tonight. The pissed off look on his face is my sign not to fuck with him or pull any bullshit that takes attention. We both follow him through the doors, straight to the big table where all the important stuff is talked about.

  It’s my second time to be in this room for business, both of those times being this week. The other night he called all of us prospects in to set fire under our asses and let us know who stood up for us in the club as a sponsor. Poe chose me. Chaos didn’t choose anyone but that isn’t unusual.

  I was thankful to have Poe step up for me. Whatever his expectations for me to get patched in will be much easier to accomplish than anything Chaos would’ve chosen.

  “In your places.” Everyone moves quickly when Chaos speaks. I stand behind Poe and wonder what’s going on in the club that they’d want a room full of prospects to know about.

  “I’ve asked you all here tonight because I need some fucking eyes and ears out there. Those of us sitting are from a different generation than those of you standing and it’s going to take all of us this time.” Chaos stands and begins to walk around the room. It’s obvious who I get my pacing from.

  “We have someone in the club who’s leaking information. A club rat. Now I trust everyone sitting with my fucking life and would go to my grave denying they’d do something like this. Those of you standing have never been privy to the information being shared, so I know it’s not you.” I look around the room and feel proud to be in the likes of each and every one of these men.

  “Our gun deliveries have been intercepted twice. The trucks were stolen before they made it and the club has to eat those costs… it’s fuckin’ costly.” I watch my father lead the room with ease. He’s respected and it’s obvious.

  “We’ve got another one tonight and it’s your job to make sure it gets there.” He points to the entire room, sweeping his finger in every direction. “We’ll be moving out in half an hour. Stay with your sponsor and don’t fuck up.” Words of encouragement from Chaos.r />
  Poe looks stressed, but I don’t dare open my mouth to ask him any questions. If he wants me to know something he’ll tell me. Tonight, my job will be to follow his lead and do what I’m told. The first rule of being a part of the Kings of Carnage is knowing your place. And I’ve been informed many times over the years exactly where I stand. Maybe one day it’ll be different, and I’ll be the man everyone respects like they do Chaos or any of the men sitting here at the table.

  We all change into black clothes and gear up with enough power to pull off one hell of a fight. “Here, put this on.” Poe hands me another piece and the harness to go with it. “You’ll be holding this one.” He hands me a rifle as well. This is the first time I’ve got my hands on one for actual club work, but I’ve spent my life target shooting. Poe and Chaos made sure I knew my way around every type of gun we had go through here.

  My adrenaline has me psyched for the battle. I look over at my friends and see that they’re just as hyped as I am. We’re all the same… we’ve waited our entire lives for this right here.

  Chapter Eleven

  Tyra

  It’s been a productive day. I was handed a wad of cash this morning and managed to close my account at the bank. I even reported the checkbook as stolen and told them I thought it was my mother that was cashing them.

  I found an extended stay hotel that gave me a good rate for two weeks and even unpacked my entire car so that I could hang on to a little bit of normalcy, even if it’s just for a few weeks.

  I met my father.

  I’m currently sitting at the restaurant he told me to meet him at, anxiously waiting for him to show. I’ve been sitting alone for half an hour and even had to decline three dinner date invitations from men that are here to eat.

  After another man starts to walk toward me, I decide it’s time to chalk this up for what it is. My fucking father ghosted me.