Withstanding Me (21 page)

“I’m not gonna ask you if you’re okay because there’s no damn way you’re okay.”

He lets out a long breath and moves to look at me.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

It’s time to get his mind off of things. I reach up and lift my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the floor. His questionable stare almost makes me giggle. “Just because you can’t fuck my pussy…,” I trail off letting him figure it out on his own.

Sure enough, Mason is a smart guy. He figures it out and my bra is unsnapped and tossed aside quickly. His mouth descends down on my right nipple, and I moan. It feels so good. But his patience is already thin because he stands us up without removing his mouth and makes quick work of my jeans. I shuffle out of them with a laugh while I start undoing his. He shrugs off his cut and barely lets go of his grip while tearing off his t-shirt.

“I have no restraint, darlin. Need in you now.”

“I’m good with that,” I purr.

Mason breaks away from me and goes digging into his dresser drawer. After he finds what he was looking for, he tosses them on the bed, grabs a pillow, and moves it towards the end of the bed. I barely catch sight of all of this because I’m staring at his beautiful cock. I mean the man is pierced for fucks sake. It’s sexy as hell.

“Bend over the bed, darlin. Push the pillow against your chest.”

Huh?

He chuckles at me, and my eyes snap to his. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

Yeah, no kidding. He gently bends me over, and pushes my knees against the end of the bed, pushing the pillow up underneath me. I’m so damned turned on because he’s being gentle and my ass is in the air. Something about a biker being gentle is wicked hot. Mason runs his palm from the back of my neck all the way across the curves of my back and lightly swats my butt. His hot breath blows up against my ass, and I shiver as his lips press lightly against my cheek. “Even your ass is pretty.” I hear tearing, and then squirting. One of his big hands moves to my front, working my clit in a slow tease. His tongue trails up the side of my neck dipping into my ear. “Deep breath.” Oh god. When he hears me inhale, he pushes in quickly, and I gasp and exhale. He doesn’t move. He just sits there, waiting for my body to adjust to him. I push back against him, urging him to move. “I’m gonna go slow, baby.”

I can’t talk. I have a huge cock in my ass. Not to mention said cock is pierced up. His fingers start moving a little more, making my pulse quicken as he slowly moves in and out of me. His hard, hot chest pushing against my back, his other arm lands next to me on the bed and his pace starts picking up. “I can’t do it, Storm. Baby, I gotta move faster,” he pants into my ear.

“Yeah, yeah.” It’s all I can mumble as my body begins to quake.

“You just… you just feel so fuckin… good.”

Please keep talking. Please!

“So tight, so warm.” He growls, slamming into me.

Yes!

“Faster,” I cry.

His mouth moves to my shoulder, and he begins to suck as he puts more pressure on my clit. It’s the most sensual feeling I’ve ever experienced.

“I love you,” I moan.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I want to take them back because his lips move away from my shoulder. I almost cry until he turns my head and takes my mouth with his. Mason sucks on my tongue as if he’s starved for it. His arm wraps around me, lifting us into a standing position. He taps my thighs and I comply by standing on the bed. I moan into his mouth because of the angle we’re in. One hand presses down on my cervix, and I shudder in his arms. My entire body convulses into a state of unimaginable bliss.

“FUCK!” Mason roars as he pulls away from my mouth and releases himself deep inside of me. I’m gasping for breath as we both lose our balance and fall onto the bed. “Jesus Christ babe.”

I gasp as he pulls himself out of me. “Yeah,” I laugh.

Mason gets up and walks to the bathroom only to return, and pick me up. “What are you doing?”

“Shower, sleep. That’s the plan. That good with you?” He chuckles, standing me up.

He reaches over and turns on the shower.

“I can’t get my hair wet. All my shit is over in my room.”

He chuckles. “Don’t get hair wet. Got it.”

Mason turns back to me. “Thank you.”

I tilt my head to study him. “For?”

He moves me into the shower and shuts the curtain. “For calming me down.”

I bite my lip while I fight a smile.

***

Chapter 28

ZZ

I’m lacing up my boots and trying not wake Storm. She’s sleeping peacefully, and Braxxon’s called a chapel meeting. I’m shocked because it’s fucking early. I lean over and move her hair out of her face. She’s so damn beautiful, she sucks the breath outta my lungs. Even with her bruises healing, she still looks like a goddess. Quietly, I let myself out and walk towards the chapel. I’m the last one in, so I shut the doors, and as soon as I sit, and Braxxon’s slams the gavel down, I blurt, “Breakneck!”

The entire room erupts in fucking laughter.

“Fanfuckintastic. Now I can tell my wife not to take your balls. Oh and Mace is your spawn; blood test results came back.”

I shake my head. Fucking bastard always leading with something funny first.

“Juan called and woke my ass up. Normally I’d kick his ass, but he had some interesting news. Half the Gunners are on a charity run. Pyro, Sniper, ZZ, you’re with me. The rest of you are to stay fuckin here. Don’t leave the fuckin compound. With the Russians up to something, we can’t afford for shit to happen.”

I look over at Shadow. “Problem dealt with?”

“Yep.”

Good, vague. Vague is real good.

“Make sure she fuckin stays put today?”

I can’t be fuckin worrying about her leaving while we’re out.

“Done. I’ll tie her ass up if I have to.”

I’m good with that.

***

We pull up in the alley behind The Gunners MC and wait for Braxxon to direct us. There’s no gate to their clubhouse. It’s just a building. It’ll make this shit ten times easier. I take the machete outta my saddlebag after I cock my gun. Both hands are loaded and ready.

“Bom Bom just texted; she’s walking up to the door. Let’s go. I want her to be able to move the fuck outta the way.”

We all nod and start walking alongside the wall. Braxxon peeks around the corner that leads us right next to the door so when it opens, Bom Bom can move outta the way, and we can fuckin rush their asses. It wasn’t hard finding one of their logo t-shirts. That’s what Bom Bom is wearing to get in. She straight up looks like a Gunner groupie, and that’s the plan to get the door opened. She pops her gum after knocking on the door. A few seconds go by before it swings open, and Bom Bom squirts whoever opened the door with Mace and takes off running, and we rush in.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Oh lookie, it’s Travis.

Sniper takes out the doorman with a single shot while I head for Travis. He tries drawing on me, and I shot him in the arm. His gun collapses to the floor. Gunshots ring out all over the building. But I don’t care. I’m on a fuckin mission, and this mission is to make this prick suffer for even setting his eyeballs on my fuckin daughter.

“You wanted fuckin peace. You remember those fuckin words?” Braxxon laughs out.

I tuck my gun in my back pocket and grab the back of Travis’ neck. I slam his face into the pool table beside us. I push my knee into his lower back and straighten his arms along the table. He’s strong; I’ll give him that. He’s putting up a fight. But he’s no match for a father fuckin scorned. Once I have his arms straightened, I lift up my machete and whack off his right arm at the elbow. He’s screaming and thrashing about. It’s piercing my eardrums, and that just pisses me off more. I whack the other one off while blood shoots out everywhere. “Fucked with the wrong daughter.” I laugh, and even to my own ears, it’s malicious. “Bleed out motherfucker.” I lift my knee from his back, and let him slide to the floor as he passes out from blood loss or shock. I don’t know which, and I don’t give a fuck.

“Damn ZZ. Feel better?” Sniper chuckles. “They left five fuckin guys here and their Prez. How fuckin stupid are they?”

That is pretty fucked up. The door pushes open, and Bom Bom walks in with the can of gasoline, and hands it to Braxxon.

“Thanks darlin,” he winks.

“No problem, heading back now.”

Well that was rather easy.

“Sniper, Pyro, back door.” Braxxon orders.

They take off outta the building to watch the backdoor. Ten to one someone’s hiding in here somewhere.

I watch as Braxxon drowns the furniture and floor with the gasoline. He puts the can under his arm and digs out a match. I start walking towards the door and wait for him to light it. Braxxon throws the match down, and the place goes up in flames as we walk out. We wait to see if anyone is gonna run out, and after a few minutes, we walk around the building. When we round the corner, Pyro has his foot on someone’s head.

“Got a straggler.”

Braxxon flicks his hand with the gas can in it, and Pyro puts a bullet into his head.

“Great day at the office, brothers.” Braxxon chuckles as we climb onto our ladies.

Fuck yeah it was. I’m covered in fuckin blood though, and I’m ready to take a fuckin shower. I reach into my saddlebag, pull out my Breakneck coat, and throw it on over my bloodied cut. Can’t be gettin stopped by the damn cops, that’d be fun explainin.

“Let’s go home.”

Those are the best fuckin words I’ve heard all damn morning.

***

When we pull into the compound, I see Storm at one of the picnic tables playing on her laptop. I backup and throttle m’lady. I never take my eyes off of her as I make my way over to her. Whatever she’s looking at has her so damn focused, she didn’t even look up when we pulled in. I don’t like that shit. We’re on lockdown.

“Babe?” I question, and she still doesn’t look up when she greets me back.

“Hey, good ride?”

Well… Shit. How to answer that? Turns out, I don’t need to because my silence causes her to look up. Her eyes immediately travel to the blood all over my gloves. She’s not shocked; she just slowly shuts her laptop, picks it up, and motions for me to follow her. I’m a bit lost for words here. What the fuck is she thinkin?

We make our way to her room, and she tosses her laptop onto her bed and flips on her bathroom light. Okay, what the fuck is she doing? She’s bending down underneath the sink and comes back up with a first aid box and what looks to be a bathroom trash bag. She starts ripping them apart and laying them on the floor in a giant square. After she’s satisfied, she opens the first aid box, and I’m about to tell her I’m not hurt, that it’s not my blood, but she pulls out a pair of rubber gloves and puts them on.

She turns back to me, takes off my blood covered gloves, and tosses them onto the trash bags. She proceeds to do this with my jacket, cut, and the rest of my clothes. By the time she’s done, I’m standing in front of her completely naked. “Get in the shower Mason.”

Not gonna argue with the woman. I climb in, turn on the hot water, and lean against the shower wall. Instead of looking at me, she’s rolling the trash bags over my clothes and picking them up. “I’m guessing Berry knows what to do with this shit? I don’t know the first thing about cleanin blood outta leather.”

I bite back my smile. “Yeah, Ma can do it.”

She curses. “I’m bringing up bleach, and you will use it.”

I’m not arguing with her because I wanna sleep in bed with her, and I have a feelin if I try and fight her on this I’m gonna be sleepin in my own bed tonight. “Yes, ma’am.” I grin at her.

“Mason,” she snaps.

I don’t get to say anything else because she stomps off with my bloody murder clothes in her arms.

Chapter 29

Storm

Two weeks later…

Everything has been going good between Mason and me. Things have also been quiet, and the guys finally let us go back and forth between the compound and Club Sated. Winter is still raving pissed about what happened to Tatiana, so she’s called Shadow down and wants me to sit with her. I guess she’s trying to give me something to listen to… hell I don’t know. I’m just so horny and bored. I’m about to blow this popsicle stand and hunt down Mason to have my way with him. It’s been over two weeks, and the doctor said if the bleeding stopped, it was my call when I was ready again. He said two to six weeks is the average healing time. Guess what? It’s been two weeks, and I want Mason.

“Winter… c’mon already,” I whine.

She looks up from her paperwork and frowns. “What the hell is with you?”

I throw my head back on the couch, and she tosses her papers down and laughs at me.

“Not funny. Mason was gone with Mace when I woke up; he also went to bed after me last night. I need to find Mason,” I growl. “And I’m finally not sore a.n.y.w.h.e.r.e.” I stress the word.

“Oh…”

Yeah, oh, dammit!

“Shadow, perfect timing. Storm’s restless today.” She grins, and I look over to see a very confused Shadow. Always fuckin sneaking up on people.