“Morning,” Mason grumbled as he wrapped his arms around me from behind and nuzzled his unshaven face into my neck.
“Morning. Do you want some coffee?” I asked as I poured some coffee into a cup for myself.
“Yes, please, babe.” I grabbed a cup out of the cupboard which was difficult to do when you had a muscled man attached to you. I poured coffee into the cup, adding two sugars and lots of milk.
“Here you go.” I pushed the cup to the side of me. He didn’t let go or move. “Uh, Mase, you need to unwrap yourself from me.” I laughed. He shook his head and started kissing and nibbling on my neck. I let my head fall to the right, giving him more access, the scratch of his stubble sent heat straight to my core. I tried to wiggle out of his way which only caused my bum to grind into his manhood. I heard his breath catch in his throat.
“You may not want to do that.” He pushed his hips forward and I could feel his hardness straining against his jeans. Shit, I felt awful. I was winding him up yet I couldn’t help him release it either. How long would he wait for me?
I turned around in his arms, kissed him on the cheek and pushed him back with my hand on his chest. He looked at me confused, not moving too far away. The kitchen door opened and Ashlyn walked in. She was my closest friend now that Heather had left, the first time I met her was when we were both in the cold, dark, damp and smelly room at the Satan MC.
“Oh, sorry,” she said as she went to walk away.
“No, it’s ok. I was about to come and find you anyway,” I told her. Mason took a step back from me, keeping his back to Ashlyn. He not so subtly rearranged his jeans and I had to try not to laugh.
“Oh, yeah? What about?” she asked as she walked into the room and poured herself some coffee. I hesitated, looking at Mason.
“What?” he asked, bringing the coffee up to his lips.
“Uh, girl talk.” I nodded my head towards Ashlyn and he nodded. Kissed me quickly and left the room.
“What’s going on?” Ashlyn asked as Drake and Solar walked into the kitchen. I saw her eyes lock onto Drake’s and I had to nudge her to listen to me.
“Ladies.” Solar smiled.
“What are you guys doing up so early? I didn’t think the party finished til this morning?”
“Not been to sleep yet, sweetheart.” Solar yawned, scratching a hand over his beard and grabbing the already made coffee that was in the pot.
“And yet you’re having coffee?” I asked, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, no time to sleep. We gotta ride in a minute.”
“What? No, no you can’t. That’s too dangerous.” I placed my hand on his arm so he would look at me.
“We live in a biker clubhouse, danger is all around us. Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll be fine.” He palmed my face, smiling at me. I knew there was nothing sexual about the way Solar touched me, we had more of a brother/sister relationship and I surprised myself the most when I didn’t flinch or shy away from his affection.
“We gotta… Get your motherfucking hands off my woman!” Mason yelled as he walked in as Solar’s hand was on my face.
“Calm the fuck down, VP,” he said as his hand fell from me. I wasn’t doing anything wrong, was I?
“Cammie, a word,” he bit out. I turned around to face him and all I saw was the kitchen door slamming shut.
“Sorry, Cam,” Solar apologised.
“Don’t worry. He’s just over reacting.” I pushed the door open, expecting Mason to be waiting for me and he wasn’t. I walked down the long hallway and stopped outside of our bedroom, I took a deep breath and pushed the door open; I wasn’t sure what I was going to be met with. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. The room was empty and I was worried that he had gone off on his ride, mad with me. I wasn’t going to see him for two days and I didn’t want there to be any strain between us.
I quickly jogged down the hall, through the bar area and pushed the large door open, Mason was sitting on his bike, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Since when did he smoke? He looked up when he heard me, he jerked his head back, telling me to come to him. My feet didn’t hesitate and before I knew it, I was in front of him, throwing my arms over his shoulders. He threw his cigarette on the floor, grabbed my hips and picked me up like I was a bag of feathers and placed me on his bike so I was straddling him. I tightened my hold around his neck, his smell calmed me, it was shower gel and now smoke.
“Hey, you ok?” he quietly asked in my ear as he ran his hand up and down my back.
“I though you left,” I mumbled into his neck.
“Cam, look at me.” I shook my head. “Cam?” I still didn’t move and next thing I felt was him wrapping my blonde hair around his fist and pulling gently until my eyes met his.
“It didn’t mean anything, Solar is like a brother to me,” I rushed to say, I didn’t want him to be angry at me or Solar.
“I know that, but it doesn’t look good him touching what’s mine,” he growled. “If I let him do it, the others will think its ok too.” My body froze after my mind registered his words. I didn’t want anyone touching me apart from Mason. His touch soothed and calmed me.
“I’m sor...” My words were cut off when his mouth slammed onto mine and he pulled my body even closer to him. My body was starting to react differently to him, I would get hot, needy and I was sure my panties were starting to dampen. I hadn’t reacted this way since before my time at the Satan MC. Sex was always a huge part of my life and I wanted that feeling back, that connection with Mason.
The sound of bikes revving up made me pull away from him. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Solar, Tat and Toes were waiting for him.
“Be good, Drake is going to look after you and Ashlyn. I’ll see you in a couple of days.” I climbed off his bike and started to move away when he grabbed my hand and placed something in it. I looked down at the phone, confused. “My number is programmed into it. I’ll speak to you soon. I love you.”
“Love you too, be safe. Please come home to me,” I mumbled against his lips.
“See you soon, babe.” After one last kiss, I stepped back and watched Mason put his helmet on, he started his bike, nodded his head at me and took off out of the compound.
Mason
I had made it my mission to track down and find any remaining Satan’s. They were a club that was full of bad blood. They gave the other clubs around here a bad rep. I had to fight with the rage that was in my chest so not to go out alone and kill every fucker that I came across. I needed to do this, I needed to get revenge for Cammie and I needed her to feel safe. I didn’t want her worried or constantly looking over her shoulder. I wanted her to be able to go out when she wanted and not worry that she would be hurt, tortured or kidnapped. What about when we had a family? I wanted them all to be safe.
We all stopped as we pulled into the Pirates MC, the prospect recognised our cuts and let us straight in. The Pirates were based in the very south of Cornwall, their clubhouse backed straight onto a beach and several of them were keen surfers, they even went as far as printing the club patch onto their wetsuits.
“Holes,” the Prez of the club greeted me. I pulled my helmet off and hooked it on the handlebar of my bike, climbed off my beloved black and chrome Harley Softail and shook his hand.
“Prez.”
“Come on in.” We all followed him inside. Their clubhouse was an old B&B and as soon as you walked in you could smell the beach and the sea. There were several small rooms downstairs; a TV room with large leather sofas and a big ass flatscreen. The next room was a dining room, several tables and chairs were scattered around and there was a small hatch on one wall that opened up into the kitchen. The reception area was turned into a bar and that was where most of the Pirates were. The wall that led from the reception to a large living area was knocked down to make a bigger room.
“Holes,” Horror greeted me, standing up and shaking my hand. He was a large guy, covered in tattoos and a bald head. He was named Horror as watching horror movies got his blo
od flow pumping.
“Horror, good to see you, man. How’s it going being a VP?” We walked over to the bar and a small woman with bright red hair looked up at us.
“Two beers, Dixie.” She nodded, turned around and bent down to the fridge, ass high up in the air. Her shorts were so short I thought her pussy was going to show. “Fancy a bit of that while you’re here?” he asked, nodding towards the red head.
“Na, I got an Old Lady at home.”
“Ah, she’ll never know, man. That’s the great thing about being a VP, all the ladies want us and they want to please us.” Dixie placed the two bottles in front of us and gave me a wink. There was one thing for sure, my dick wasn’t going near any female except for my Cammie.
* * *
Cammie
I was sitting at the bar sipping on a pear cider while Penny, the club bunny who was in charge of the bar, was wiping down tables, stocking the bar ready for the party tonight, which I would not be attending, not without Mason here and especially as I hadn’t exactly accepted the leather cut yet.
“Hey, you ok?” Ashlyn asked as she sat on the bar stool beside me. I smiled weakly at her. “Penny, can I get a strawberry cider please?” Penny grabbed a cider for Ashlyn and passed it to her.
“Can we talk?” I asked.
“Sure, wanna go outside?” She knew that it would be more private, with no bunny ears listening in. I nodded and followed her outside, a few of the prospects and other club girls were hanging around the picnic benches, smoking. Ashlyn led me around the side of the clubhouse and towards the small park that was built for the Prez’s kids.
“Where are you two going?” Drake questioned as he followed us.
“To sit on the swings and talk,” Ashlyn replied. “Alone.”
“Ok, I get it. Girl talk and all that. Just don’t leave the club grounds. Mason will have my balls cut off and I’m quite attached to them.” He winked at Ashlyn, laughing.
“We won’t, I promise.” He nodded his head and wandered away and we got comfy on the swings.
“Spill it,” Ashlyn said before I even had a chance to talk.
“Is something going on between you and Drake?”
“What? No. Anyway we’re talking about you, not me.”
I took a deep breath and asked what I wanted to know.
“Have you, um… Had sex since the Satan’s?” She shifted on the swing, took a long gulp from her bottle and looked at me.
“Just once.”
“Really? Here?” She nodded. “With who? How was it? Were you scared?”
“I was drunk, it was with one of the locals. Cory, you know the tall one, with the dark Mohawk. I was feeling lonely and needed to feel something. He was good, gentle. I kicked him out straight after we finished.”
“Really?” I laughed, I never imagined Ashlyn to be a hit it and quit it kind of girl. “Do you regret it?”
“No, not really. I was glad that I didn’t wait and did it, else the panic would have taken over. I just made sure he didn’t pin me down, it was quick and I wasn’t naked. I didn’t want him to see…” Her voice caught in her throat and I knew she was talking about the scars on her body. Mine were bad enough but she had been there longer than me, she had twice as many. She was the one that told me not to scream, not to cry because they fed off that. She helped me in any way that she could, we bonded when we were in a horrible situation and I was so concerned for my own life that I didn’t even know she left the Devon Destroyers clubhouse and disappeared.
“Have you and Mason not…”
“No, we’ve done stuff. He’s not seen my scar.” I placed my hand on my tummy, I could feel the ridges on my scar that the knife left through my thin t-shirt.
“Do you want to?”
“Yes, I really do. I love him and my body is slowly starting to come back to life. I’m just scared that I’ll freak out on him.”
“He loves you. He’ll be gentle, considerate. You got the best of the bunch there.” She smiled.
“Yeah, so nothing going on between you and Drake?” I asked again, hopeful of some gossip.
“Nope, he’s hot. That’s it.” She shrugged her shoulders and finished off her drink.
“Come on, ladies, party is starting soon!” Drake called out. “The locals are coming in tonight.” Just as he said that a tall guy with a dark Mohawk came up behind him. I nudged Ashlyn in the ribs and nodded towards the guys.
“Hey, Ash,” Cory said. Drake turned around and glared at him.
“Hi, Cory.” She smiled walking towards both men.
“Fancy a drink?” he offered. I nudged her again, I wanted her to be happy and he seemed like a nice enough guy.
“Sure.” She walked past Drake and he didn’t take his eyes off of her until she had disappeared into the clubhouse and was out of sight.
“You got it bad,” I sung as I walked up to Drake.
He cleared his throat.
“What are you talking about?”
“You like her, don’t you?” He placed his hand on my lower back and steered me into the clubhouse.
“Don’t know what you mean, I appreciate a hot woman. Just like you.”
“I wouldn’t let Holes catch you saying that.” Prez laughed as he walked out of his office.
“Just saying what I see, Prez.”
“You know the club women are off limits,” he reminded him.
“I’m just looking, no touching going on here. I’m glad it’s locals’ night tonight.”
“Go and find one of the local girls to sink into, leave my girls alone.” Drake saluted him and walked away, he grabbed the first local girl he came across and shoved his tongue down her throat.
“You need me to do anything tonight?” I asked the Prez.
“You don’t work here, Cammie.”
“Oh, I know that. I can serve at the bar, dance if you need me to?”
“No way, VP would go mad. Enjoy your night.” He kissed the top of my head, much like I imagined a father would do and walked away.
Mason
How you doing sexy? Mason
Hi, I’m missing you. You ok? Cammie
Yeah just havin some down time before the party tonight. Mason
Oh, there’s a party? Cammie
Yeah. No need to worry sweet one. I’m all yours. Mason
Glad to hear it. I’m bored. Cammie
I’ll keep you occupied when I get home. Mason
They won’t let me work here. I need to get a proper job. Cammie
I stopped texting Cammie and hit the call button instead.
“Hello,” she answered.
“What the fuck do you mean when you said ‘they won’t let me work here’?”
“No, Mason, not like that. I meant behind the bar, on stage or something.”
“You are not getting up onto that fucking stage. You are my Old Lady, you do not dance. No one gets to see your body except for me.” Well even I don’t get to see it. I climbed off the bed and started pacing in the small room that was mine for tonight. I needed to get home, I would have to leave and let the guys deal with the other club that was joining us tonight. We couldn’t pass up on this chance of getting the info we needed. “I’ll be home in a few hours,” I bit out.
“No, Mason. Please stay and get what you need, I’m not working at the club. I’m in your room, in your bath tub, using Penny’s bubble bath.”
“Penny’s? Why are you using Penny’s? And now I want to be in that tub with you.” There was silence on the other end of the phone and I had to check the display to see if we had been disconnected.
“Yeah, I had to borrow some from Penny as you didn’t have any.”
“That’s because I don’t use the tub, I shower.” I pulled the phone away from my ear when I heard a beep. The front display read; New Message from Cammie. “Why are you sending me messages?” I opened the message just as she giggled on the end of the phone. “Shit.” The picture was of Cammie in the tub, bubbles covering most of her. All I c
ould see was her bright blue eyes, beaming smile and the tops of her glorious breasts.
“Did you like it?” she asked softly.
“Fuck yeah, I’ll be using that picture later when I’m all frustrated thinking of you naked and in my bath tub.”
“Mason!” She gasped.
Knock. Knock.
“Shit, babe. I gotta go. I’ll call you later. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
I hung up the phone, slid it into my jeans and pulled the door open. Tat was standing in front of me. His hands were shoved inside his jeans pockets and he was rocking on his feet.
“They’re here.” I nodded, followed him out of my room and closed the door behind me. We walked to the large bar area, the Pirates MC were standing around the room staring at the small group of bikers that were leaning against the bar talking to the red head.
“Dixie, out!” Prez shouted. She did as she was told and quickly hurried away. I walked into the middle of the room and faced the VP from the Devils Descendants.
“Well, well. Look who it is. Holes.” He nodded his head and I held out my hand for him to shake. He took it and we both sat down at the nearest table, my brothers standing behind me and his behind him. “What can we help you with?”
“I need everything you’ve got on the Satan MC.”
He winced, running his hand over his face. He pressed his tattooed forearms onto the table and leant forwards. “What are you doing messing with a bunch of bikers like them?”
“They took something of mine and I want revenge.”
“I heard your buddies from the Devon Destroyers took care of that.”
“They thought they did, killed loads of them and burnt their clubhouse to the ground. There are more of them out there. I need to know where their new clubhouse is, rumours say they’re in Cornwall.”
“Sorry, can’t help you.”
“Bullshit!” I shouted, kicking my chair out from under me as I stood up in a rush.
“Holes,” the Prez warned me.
“You wouldn’t have travelled here to talk to me, on neutral ground to say you couldn’t help.”
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