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Property of Chaos Keepers MC: Why Choose MC Romance, page 1
PROPERTY OF CHAOS KEEPERS MC
WHY CHOOSE MC ROMANCE
T.O. SMITH
Copyright ©June 2023 by T.O. Smith
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For Riley, my reason for everything that I do.
For every reader who loves a lot of fucking with little plot… and sword crossing. There’s lots of sword crossing.
CONTENTS
Note from the Author:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
Also by T.O. Smith
About the Author
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This book contains elements and situations that some readers may not find enjoyable. These include elements of BDSM, more sex than plot, torture, graphic violence, murder, blood spill, group sex, anal sex, and gun violence.
If any of the above is triggering for you, I advise against reading.
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CHAPTER 1
Capone
If there was one thing I loved in this world, it was fucking one of my men, and when there were five of them to sink my cock into… It was like being submerged into Heaven on Earth.
There would be six, but Smokey wasn’t interested in sex, which was fine. I loved him regardless of his lack of sex drive. He got my affection in other ways.
With five men to fuck plus a woman, one might think I’d get my fill, but nope. I was an insatiable beast.
And the only thing better than sinking into one of my men was sinking into our woman or watching her get railed by one of them. And fuck, if I thought we were insatiable? Our woman could take cock all day long and never get tired of it. The only reason she didn’t was that we forced aftercare on her and made sure she took care of herself.
April watched over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes, her dark hair a fucking mess, as she watched River grip the sheets in his fists, grunting as I slid inside of his tight ass. River was slim with tattoos everywhere. But he was lethal as fuck if I needed him to be, and he loved getting fucked hard with complete abandon. He wanted it to hurt, to burn. And fuck, I loved being the one to inflict pain upon him.
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” he hissed, his eyes no doubt rolling back in his head as I brushed against his prostate.
I leaned over him, my fingertips digging into his hips. “She’s waiting,” I rumbled in his ear before sucking his lobe into my mouth. I gripped his cock in my hand to the point it hurt, groaning when his ass clenched around me. Shit, it felt so damn good when he did that. “Don’t leave our woman waiting, River. She’s always such a good girl for us.”
April whimpered at the praise, and I flashed her a soft smile. The rest of us were harsh and brutal with each other, but April? She was our soft spot—our weak link but also the one who made us strong. And we protected her and loved her like she was the most fragile thing in the fucking world. Because to us, she was.
“On your back,” River gruffly told her. “Let us watch you while I fuck you raw.”
I shivered, and I wasn’t even the one he was talking to. Fuck, my boy had a way with words.
I dug my fingers into his hips, grunting as I slid out and pushed back into him, unable to help himself. He hissed a breath through his teeth, and we both watched as April flipped her curvy, soft, tattooed body onto her back, spreading her thighs for River, giving both of us a perfect view of her pretty, pink pussy.
“God, look at how wet she is,” River growled, sliding his fingers between her folds, sliding her juices all over her, coating her in her own slickness. “How bad do you want me inside you, tat?”
She sank her teeth into her bottom lip at the sound of his special nickname for her falling off his lips. River was our tattoo artist, and the first time he’d tattooed her, he’d called her tat, and it stuck for them.
“So bad,” she whispered. “It hurts, River. Make it stop hurting. I’m aching.”
“Godfuckingdammit,” I growled in one breath. I both loved and hated hearing her beg so fucking sweetly. Loved it because despite her acting like a whore most of the time, she was still so sweet and innocent when she begged. Hated it because it took every bit of my restraint not to spill inside River’s tight ass. “Get inside of her so I can fuck you properly, boy,” I snarled.
He leaned over her, bending his body, his hands planted on either side of her head. With my hand wrapped around his girth, I angled him into her pussy, groaning when I felt just how wet she was. Christ, I loved how much she wanted us. She was so unashamed of it, too, which just made it so much hotter. So much better.
And just to think, she once told us she wasn’t sure if she could take all of us since she hardly ever got wet for her piece-of-shit ex.
Baby girl just hadn’t been with real men before. Men that cared about her. Loved her. Worshipped her. Took care of her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” April chanted, her ankles hooking around River’s slim waist. I gripped those ankles in my hand, keeping her just like that as River fucked into her and I fucked into him. Their mouths found each other in a wet, messy kiss, their moans and groans fueling me as I wrecked River’s tight hole.
Leaning over River’s back, I slipped my tongue between their mouths, licking both of them. “Come,” I snarled. “Now.”
April cried out, shattering at my command, and River grunted, spilling into her hot, dripping pussy. He quickly pulled out of her, and I pulled out of him, watching as his cum began to roll out of her swollen pussy when he rolled to his back beside her.
“Not nice to let go of what he so eagerly gave you, baby girl,” I teased, scooping his cum up to slip it back inside of her. She moaned, her eyelids fluttering. Then, I slid inside of her as well, licking a path up her neck. “You going to take my cum, too, baby girl? Be a regular old cum dumpster for me?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, meeting me thrust for thrust, sweat making her hair cling to her face. “Give it to me.” She reached up, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I want it so bad, Capone.”
“Gooood, her mouth,” River groaned, cupping his balls.
I reached over and gripped his cock. I knew it was tender, but my boy craved pain. He cursed and arched his back, his face screwed up in pain, but he didn’t push my hand away. I jacked him off with my slick fingers as I fucked our woman into the mattress.
His cum splattered over my hand, and then I smeared it across April’s face before leaning down to lick it off of her. She cried out, squirting all over me, and with a snarl of her name, I spilled my cum into her cunt.
“Such a good girl,” I praised, licking my fingers clean of River’s cum now that her face was clean. River leaned over and softly kissed her, rubbing his hand over her body to soothe her. Once she wasn’t shaking and crying anymore from her orgasm, I gently scooped her worn-out body from the bed. “Aftercare, baby girl.”
She linked her arms around my neck. “Bath?” she sleepily asked.
I pressed my lips to the top of her head. “For a little while. Then you and River can take a nap.”
She pressed a kiss to my pulse in response. A shiver rolled down my spine.
Fuck, she had me wrapped around her pretty little finger.
River strolled past me into the bathroom, starting the water in the huge garden tub I had installed just for our woman. While I cradled her in my arms, River poured in her favorite lavender-scented bubble bath and Epsom salt. Using his hand, he swirled the water around before stepping into the tub and settling in. Then, he nodded once at me, letting me know he was ready to take her off my hands so I could get in with them without risking injury to her if I fell or slipped.
April allowed me to set her on her feet in the water. River clasped her round hips before easing her down between his thighs and pulling her back flush to his chest. I stepped into the tub after she was comfortable and settled with my back against the other end. April shut her eyes as I grabbed her right ankle. She moaned when I pressed my thumbs into the sole of her foot.
“That feels so good,” she throatily groaned. My cock jerked, already coming awake, but I ignored it. She needed aftercare and rest now. Not more sex, no matter how much I wanted it. I had five other men to choose from if I really wanted to get off again.
Hawke would probably be down. He was as insatiable as I was, and while he was definitely a dom, he enjoyed submitting to me. I’d never forced it upon him; it was something he naturally did. And he l
“What are you thinking about?” River asked, his foot nudging my inner thigh.
I glanced up at him as I settled April’s foot on my thigh, reaching forward to grab her right ankle. Her eyes stayed closed as she relished in the feel of me relaxing all of her sore muscles. She spent a lot of time cleaning up after us and cooking for us, so I knew her feet needed a damn good massage. No better time to give it to her than during aftercare.
“Hawke,” I rumbled.
April hummed. “I think he’s with Brewer.”
I chuckled. They’d be holed up for a while then. No doubt, Hawke was brutalizing every single one of Brewer’s holes. The image that fired up in my mind had me groaning. Fuck, it was perfect. All of my men were beautiful together. Watching them was just as good as being with them.
A light knock sounded on the bathroom door. I turned my head, arching a brow at Tank. His dark hair was a slight mess on his head. His thick, muscular body was covered by a t-shirt and jeans, much to my distaste. He was my Vice President, and also the only man I would bottom with. And shit, did Tank know how to fuck. He had a way of making me lose my fucking mind when I was beneath him… or on him.
He walked over to the tub and crouched beside it, reaching out to run his fingertips over April’s cheeks. Her lips were softly parted, and she was officially asleep, not even stirring at his gentle touch. “Heard her moaning and begging all the way downstairs,” he told me. I smirked. I’d done my job as her man then. He cradled the back of River’s head and pressed a kiss to our boy’s swollen lips. “Heard you too, boy.”
River smirked. “What can I say? Capone can fuck.”
Tank arched a brow at him. “Don’t be sassy, boy. Or I’ll make sure you can’t walk.”
River’s pupils blew out, and a shuddered breath ripped from his lungs. I chuckled and smoothed my hands up April’s waxed legs, massaging her calf muscles. “Make sure you take a nap with April when you finish in here,” Tank told River. Then, he turned to look at me, his eyes running over me. His eyes locked on my hard cock for a moment. He licked his lips before standing to his full height. “If you want to take care of that later, come find me,” he told me.
I grunted in acknowledgment because I was pretty sure I’d choke on my tongue if I verbally responded to him. Not only was Tank the only man I would bottom with, but he was also the only man capable of making me lose my fucking mind and forget my words.
CHAPTER 2
Tank
Capone stepped into my room in a pair of sweats, his shirt missing—not that I was complaining. The man was built beautifully with abs, a hard broad chest, and thick biceps. He had a body worthy of art; I would know since I enjoyed seeing River sketch him from memory.
I arched a brow at Capone and set aside the TV remote. He laid on the bed beside me, and I curled my arm around him before turning on my side to face him.
“You okay?” I rumbled.
He nodded. “Need a quiet place to rest for a minute,” he mumbled, his eyes shutting. “River and April have taken over my bed.” I knew he wasn’t complaining; Capone loved those two to pieces.
I chuckled and squeezed him closer. I was bigger than Capone—almost twice his size—and I loved it. It meant I got to give him cuddles like this where he was dwarfed by my frame. He’d never admit it, but Capone liked it when I cuddled him.
“You can rest here whenever you want,” I reminded him. I began to trace the ridges of his tattooed spine. “Sure you’re okay?”
He yawned and nodded his head. “Just fucking tired.”
I brushed my lips to his cheek. Capone had a lot resting on his shoulders. Not only was he the president, but he took care of all of us. And he struggled to lean on anyone enough to let them share in his burdens.
“You know, you could use some aftercare, too, babe.”
Capone chuckled. “You are my aftercare.”
I made a small rumble of pleasure that resonated from deep within my chest. “I’ll be your aftercare whenever you want me to,” I promised him. I brushed a kiss to his brow. “Get some rest. I’m going to finish this movie.”
He nodded and burrowed his face against my chest, his body relaxing against mine as sleep took him under within a few mere seconds. He really had been tired.
I ran my eyes over his features as his face relaxed in sleep. I really wished he took better care of himself, but he was Capone. The president. The man we all turned to in our time of need. He had the weight of the world on his shoulders, and he wasn’t good at sharing that burden. Not even with me—his VP and his equal.
So, I did things like this for him when I could. It was the only way I could take some of the burden from him, even if just for a moment.
Capone wasn’t God, no matter how much he liked to pretend he was. He had needs, too. He was human, just like the rest of us.
All I could do was try to take care of him as well as he took care of the rest of us.
TWO DAYS LATER
I groaned and spread my thighs wider apart to accommodate Rider’s slim body. We’d come in from a run late last night and crashed into bed together after a quick shower, too tired to do anything else. But apparently, Rider was well-rested because he was waking me up with some fucking amazing head.
Two days had passed since Capone had curled into bed with me, but he seemed to be doing a bit better since spending the night with me and letting me take care of him. It was the only reason I hadn’t put up a fight when he’d sent me on the run with Rider yesterday morning to do the gun sale.
“That’s it, boy,” I rumbled, lacing my fingers in Rider’s purple hair. He moaned around my cock, the ball of his tongue piercing sliding over my head just like I loved before he sucked me deep into the back of his throat. I moaned and tightened my fingers in his hair, thrusting even deeper down his warm, tight throat. Like the greedy whore he was, he only ground his cock against the mattress, seeking friction as he swallowed around me.
“Fuck,” I rasped, the muscles in my thighs tightening when he continued to suck me even harder, his tongue licking all over me like he just wanted to steal all the flavor off of me he could. I yanked on his hair and popped him off of me. “Get up here. Now,” I growled. Fuck, he had a way of driving me fucking insane. If he kept up with that wicked tongue, I wasn’t going to last.
He grinned at me and licked his lips, flashing that fucking wicked tongue ring at me. His thighs straddled me, powerful with muscles, and he gripped my cock, rubbing the head along his hole. I closed my eyes, groaning when his slickness spread over me.
“Been playing with yourself this morning?” I rumbled, opening my eyes to look at him. His colorful tattoos were on display, his pierced nipples gleaming at me in the dim light of the room. The pierced tip of his cock glinted in the morning light, teasing me. Reaching out, I rubbed my thumb over the tip of his cock, gently pulling on the bar running through it. He hissed a breath through his teeth, his eyes momentarily rolling back in his head.
I loved using his piercings to tease him.
“Prepping,” he rasped, shuddering when I thumbed the head of his cock again. Then, he seated himself on me, and I growled his name, my hands latching onto his thighs with a bruising grip. He groaned and pressed his hands to my chest, his black-colored nails gripping the hair there. I hissed a breath through my teeth, but then the pain that shot through my chest was quickly forgotten when he began to ride me, his thighs tensing beneath my hands as he expertly bounced on my thick cock.
“That’s it, boy,” I praised. My neck muscles strained with the urge it took to not flip him over and fuck him into the mattress. “Ride that cock. You like how big it is? How much it stretches you?”
Rider whimpered and panted, nodding his head, his green eyes glazed over with lust. He gasped and choked when my cock brushed his prostate. His body shuddered, and I angled my hips for him, making sure I hit that sweet spot inside of him over and over until he was spurting cum all over my chest and stomach.
Flipping him onto his back, I hiked his legs up over my shoulders and pounded into his tight ass. He was moaning and whimpering like a perfect little whore, his muscles tightening as he took the pounding I was giving him.
