SBMC Miami Box set

by Erin Trejo

  “What the fuck did you just say?”

  “I said, that was fucking awesome! Holy fuck, I need me some dick right now. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life. Has this happened to you before?” she questions me. I raise my hands, resting them on my hips as I watch the excitement rolling off her. I don’t know that I’ve ever met a woman like Whitley before in my life. Someone that is fucking turned on by being shot at? Nope, this is a fucking first for me.

  “You really are fucked up, yeah?” I ask her with a hint of a smile on my face.

  “Don’t even act like you don’t like it. I can see your cock is hard as hell right now. You should put it to good use and take me behind the building,” she states. My jaw ticks with the thought of being inside her again. I wouldn’t mind that one bit if I’m being honest with myself.

  “Let me talk to my prez first. Then I’ll fuck you on any surface you want.” When I turn to head inside she stops me.

  “You promise?” she asks almost timidly. She’s looking over her shoulder at me.

  “Promise.”

  Chapter 16

  Whitley

  I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. This has to be heaven, right? Half naked bitches are sucking cock, and men are walking around shirtless only in their cuts. Holy hell. This must be heaven.

  “Wipe that drool off your chin, darlin’” Mason leans in and says into my ear. Music is blasting through the walls. Lights flicker and flash while drinks are freely flowing. Mason keeps my hand tightly in his as he leads me through the maze of people. I don’t stop, looking at everything I possibly can. It’s like one giant fucking orgy in here. Stopping in front of a door Mason drags my body into his.

  “I’ll be out in a minute. Wander if you want. Tell anyone that fucks with you that you’re with me. They won’t fuck with you after that,” he tells me. I raise an eyebrow before he asks me, “What the fuck is that look sweetheart?”

  “What if I want to be fucked with?”

  “You will be as soon as I’m done with this meetin’. You find someone better, you go for it.” A cynical smirk crosses his face before he kisses my forehead and disappears into the room. I spin on my heel and take in the excitement in front of me. A little red head walks up to me throwing her arm around my waist.

  “Saw you come in with Mason. You want a drink?” she hollers over the music. Nodding my head, I follow her as she leads me through to the other side of the room. Once we get there, she releases my waist and hollers out a few orders. Passing me two shots and a beer, as I balance my drinks in my hands, she motions for me to follow her again.

  “It’s quieter back here. I’m Tink,” she says.

  “I’m Whit.” She raises her glass in salute before downing her shot.

  “Do you play?” she asks nodding toward the pool table.

  “Not in a long time.”

  “Let’s do it then. I’m not very good, but as soon as the guys see we suck they’ll start offering to help,” she says giving me a wink. I get what she’s after here. Tossing back my second shot, I grab my beer and take a long pull.

  “Game on!” I yell. Tink motions to someone else who brings more drinks to the table. I line up my cue and break. We shoot few more shots and hit a few more balls before the guys come over, just like she said they would. Tink giggles and winks at me like she knew it would happen all along.

  “Heard you’re here with Mason?” one of the guys asks. His whole body is covered in ink. At least all of it that I can see is; even his face is tattooed. I find myself staring as I let my gaze move over the many shaped and designs on his skin. Most are in black and grey, but some are in color. In my half drunken haze I reach up and run my fingertips over the ones decorating his face.

  “That is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”

  The guy just laughs letting me touch his body wherever I want to. “So, you’re here with Mason?” he asks again. This time I dip my head in agreement as I keep fingering his skin. Bumps break out over the surface, but that’s not what intrigues me. The same tattoo of the skull and blue blaze that Mason has adorns his neck.

  “What does this mean? Mason has one too,” I ask, my voice slurred, ignoring his question in favor of my own.

  “It’s our MC logo, babe.” Their MC logo? I didn’t even know they had a fucking logo. I suppose if they had to have a logo I’d want something a little kick ass too. I let my fingers linger a little longer before I hear Tink next to me.

  “Whit, I have a sudden urge to kiss you,” she giggles in her drunken state. At that, I let my hands fall from the ink monster and turn towards Tink.

  “You do? Why?” I ask a little unsure of why she’d say that.

  “You’re beautiful. Can I? Please?” she asks my permission.

  What the hell, who am I to say no? I lean in, pressing my lips to hers. Her strawberry flavored lip gloss explodes on my tongue. Her hands run up the front of my shirt, grasping my nipples between her fingers. As she pinches and tugs my body buzzes. Tink slowly lowers her hand down my stomach and into the top of my shorts. Shit, that feels good. Her finger slides between my legs as she starts toying with my clit.

  “Fuck,” I breathe against her. Tink giggles but keeps going as I reach for her skirt to return the favor.

  “Jesus,” Ink Monster groans as we continue to finger fuck each other.

  She’s so fucking wet that it makes me even wetter. I’ve never really been into girls, well aside from those twins that one time, but Tink is sexy in her little pixie sort of way.

  I shove my finger inside of her, slowly working her higher as she does the same to me. Our lips smash together licking and sucking at each other’s tongues. Everything about her is turning me on right now. Maybe it’s still the adrenaline from earlier? Whatever it is, I don’t want it to stop. I should blame Mason for this since he left me alone in this room when all I wanted was to be fucked. I get he had things to do, but I’m horny as hell.

  Now, I’m taking all that pent up energy out on another girl while I think about Mason’s cock thrusting into me. I’ve never really thought about another while getting off with someone else, but there is something about that dark, brooding Mason that just makes my skin heat. Everything about him should tell me to run away, but the only way I’m running is directly to him.

  Chapter 17

  Mason

  “They obviously didn’t see your cut or they would have followed you back here,” Viking says with confidence. I didn’t think they followed me either. They knew I wasn’t one of them though and they fired shots, but that’s all they knew.

  “Heard that. I just don’t like them hangin’ around Joe’s place. We need to get that warehouse sooner and move the product, but that doesn’t mean that they’ll back off Joe. We need to figure this shit out,” I tell him. Viking nods, taking a pull from his beer before swallowing and bringing his joint up to his lips.

  “What if we set up some protection around Joe’s for a bit? Get some of the prospects over there? Think that would help keep them off his scent until we can move it?”

  “Probably, but what about after that? They won’t know that we moved our product and that leaves Joe open to an attack. He’s too good of a man to have this shit on his head,” I remind Viking. He blows out a ring of smoke as we hear hoots and hollers filtering into the office. He laughs and shakes his head knowing that things tend to get a little rowdy on party nights.

  “What if Joe lets them see he doesn’t have shit after the fact? We keep prospects on him at the same time. That way nothin’ fires up,” Viking says. He sounds unsure of his own statement. I don’t blame him though. That’s one hell of a big risk leaving our prospects out there in the open like that.

  “Let’s just get our shit moved first. Once we have it secure, then we can make a decision on Joe. Right now he should be fine with the prospect hangin’ around even if they don’t wear their colors in the bar. That way nothin’ is out of the ordinary,” I suggest. Viking nods,
and then passes me the joint. I bring it to my lips and inhale, letting it calm my nerves a bit.

  “Sounds good. We’ll go over it all at church this Sunday. Don’t think anyone will have an issue with it.” I nod my head agreeing with him before shoving out of my chair.

  “I’m gonna go see what the hell all that noise is about.” Viking laughs as I head toward the door. I expect to see someone getting fucked in front of an audience, but when I open the door and my eyes glance around the room, I was not expecting to see that.

  “Fuckin’ Christ,” I grumble. I’m frozen in place. What the hell did I just miss? Viking walks up, resting his hand on my shoulder as he follows my gaze.

  “Oh goddamn. Who is that with Tink?” he asks.

  “That’s Whit, brother.”

  “Your Whit?” he asks sounding a little shell shocked.

  My Whit? She isn’t mine, yet I like the fucking sound of that. I nod my head and reply, “The one and only.” We both stand there in shock as we watch the girls eating each other’s pussy on the pool table. I groan at the same time Viking reaches down to readjust his dick in his jeans.

  “When those two are done send me Tink, yeah? I need to make a phone call, but damn do I wanna watch this,” Viking chuckles. I nod and walk out of the office making my way through the crowd. I get a few slaps on the back and a few stop me to say hey, but my eyes stay glued to that little piece of ass that is now nearly naked on the pool table in front of me.

  When I reach the side, I move to where Whit can see me. Her eyes are closed as she licks at Tink’s clit. I’ve seen plenty of girl on girl action don’t get me wrong, but this is the sexiest fucking thing my eyes have ever had the pleasure of watching.

  Whit’s orgasm rushes her at the same time as Tinks. Both girls pant and lick each other until Whit’s eyes open. She grins up at me with wetness coating her lips and chin. She fucking grins at me. Reaching for her as she crawls off Tink’s body and moves straight toward me. Taking her lips with mine as soon as she’s close enough sparks my cock into action. It wants her. Now. Only her. My tongue pulls all the flavor of Tink from her lips. Lifting her nearly naked body from the pool table and into my arms, she moans. Her overly sensitive pussy grinds against my body as she wraps her legs around my waist.

  “You couldn’t wait for me?” I ask while walking us toward the hallway where the rooms are.

  “I told you I needed to be fucked,” she says breathlessly as she kisses her way down my neck. When she bites into my flesh I nearly come on the spot. Whit grinds against me as if she didn’t just orgasm all over the pool table.

  “You are horny as fuck, aren’t you?” I ask as I reach down and open the door to my room. She doesn’t stop, but hums against my skin. I kick the door closed behind me and head straight to the bed. Laying Whit down I quickly pull my clothes off. I reach for a condom and roll it on quickly. Climbing between her soaked thighs I line up my cock and slam in. Whit arches under me and screams my name. I lift her hips in my hands and pound into her.

  “You like bein’ shot at? Huh?” I fuck her roughly. Her tits bounce in her little shirt as I keep pounding her. “You get all worked up over a girl? Fuck Whit. What the fuck are you tryin’ to do to me?”

  She can’t answer with me being this deep inside of her. With each roll of my hips she raises hers to meet me, thrust for thrust. It’s as if she can’t get me deep enough inside of her. And good god, I want to be deeper. I’m drowning in a girl I barely know. A girl that sacrificed herself to help my club. A girl that knows no fucking boundaries, but somehow continues to test mine.

  “Mason. Harder. Fuck me harder,” Whit demands.

  I pull out and grab her waist and flip her onto her stomach. Lifting her hips in my hands I plunge into her again. She thinks she wants me harder? I’ll give her harder. Thrust after thrust my balls slap against her. The sound of skin hitting skin sends chills up my spine. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I know I want more of it.

  With each new sensation brings a new fear. I can’t let myself get involved with her in any way other than just sex. I can’t be the reason she tries to kill herself again. As much as I’d love to be the one to bring her back to herself, I don’t know that I can. Whitley is too far gone. She’s already proved that the day she snorted an eight ball and died in a hotel bathroom. She’s proven it by cutting off all her hair and trying to be someone she’s not.

  Yet, in the back of my mind, I like to think there’s something more going on between us. Like there’s some untold story that we need to write and fuck me, god do I really want to write it. I want to make every fucking dream of hers come true, yet I don’t even know if she has any dreams. In my own fucked up head, I’d like to think we are saving each other, but in reality, we are probably tearing each other apart.

  Chapter 18

  Whitley

  I stretch out and let my arms fall above my head. My body aches in the most delicious way. It’s been three weeks of fucking and hanging out with Mason. It’s weird, but I actually enjoy being around him. I roll my head to the side and see Tink sound asleep. I grin remembering what happened last night. Mason let me have free rein with her; to do whatever the hell I wanted. He was there, watching, and just as turned on as I was. He didn’t want to fuck her though. He only wanted me. His dirty words make me feel even hotter. The way he touches me; the way he kisses me. I can’t seem to get enough of him.

  My cell rings on the table next to the bed. Rolling over, I grab it to answer.

  “Hey sexy!”

  “You with Mr. Fuck me like a Goddess again?” Jackson asks his tone slightly pissed. He doesn’t like that I’m spending so much time at Mason’s club.

  “Maybe. Why you miss me?”

  “I always miss you Whit. Hey, I have a problem. The warehouse fired me, said they didn’t have enough work. I don’t know how I’m going to make the rent this month,” he says as his voice turns sad. I blow out a breath and run my hand through my tangled hair.

  “It’ll be fine. I’ll work extra shifts at Joe’s. I’m sure he won’t mind.”

  “I don’t want you covering for me Whit. I’m going down to Charlie’s to see if he’ll let me work a few days in the garage.” I sigh and lean against the headboard. Tink rolls over with a smile on her face. She stretches and climbs out of bed waving goodbye to me. I wiggle my fingers back at her.

  “It’s really not that big of a deal Jackson. We’ll work it out, we always do.” I tell him. The money Mason left for me at the hospital went to an orphanage. I didn’t want it. Especially after what happened with Armando. I didn’t tell Mason that I didn’t keep the money and I’ve been trying to keep my extra hours from him as well. I don’t want him to question me. Mainly because I don’t want to tell him what happened.

  “I’m sorry babe. Are you coming home tonight? I can cook?” he asks. I smile.

  “Yeah, I’ll be there after work.”

  “Good girl. Love you Whit.”

  “Love you too.”

  The line goes dead as I toss the phone back onto the table. I lean back against the headboard again and close my eyes. If Joe doesn’t let me pick up more hours, I don’t know how the hell I’m going to make the rent. A part of me says I should have kept the money from Mason, but the other part of me knows the dark cloud it would hold over my head, a darkness that I don’t want or need.

  “Tired darlin’?” That deep dark voice penetrates me to my core. My stomach trembles when I hear him. I slowly open my eyes to the smell of coffee and look up at him. A small smile crosses my face as he moves toward me. As he passes me a cup I yawn.

  “What’s wrong? You look tense,” he says while sitting on the edge of the bed. He sips his coffee, but his eyes stay glued to mine.

  “Jackson called. Seems he got fired.”

  “That’s fucked. You need anything?” he asks me sweetly. Shaking my head I sip my coffee.

  “Nope. We’re good. What are you up to today? Think you can take me home?” I a
sk. Mason’s eyes burn through me with so much intensity that I can feel him down to my bones.

  “I was thinkin’ we could hang out today,” he says with a smirk crossing his face. I can’t stop the smile that crosses mine either.

  “And what exactly do you want to do?”

  “Up to you. I’m open to anything you want to do. You just tell me, and we’ll do it.”

  “The beach?” Mason shrugs. “Oh! How about Little Havana? I’ve never been there,” I squeal. Mason grins, sets his cup on the table, and leans into me. His lips barely touch mine as heat races through my veins.

  “I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go Whit,” he whispers before kissing me gently. My insides turn to jelly and my stomach flutters. I don’t know what it is about him that has me so in knots, but I can’t seem to get past it either.

  “You don’t have club stuff to take care of?” I ask. Mason shakes his head slowly as his lips keep moving over mine.

  “I’m the VP, so I can take a day off when I want to.” Heat coils inside of me. I let my arms drift up and wrap around his neck. I pull him closer to me. Mason gives me what I want; his body presses into mine. I love the way his weight seems to center me, even when I feel like the world is slowly falling apart, feeling him wrapped around me makes it all better.

  “Anything else you want?” he teases me. He sucks my lip between his teeth and bites down. Hard. My pussy clenches at the feeling. It’s overwhelming. It’s hot. It’s fucking perfection.

  “I’m not picky. Back alleys are a new favorite of mine now for some reason.” As soon as the words leave my mouth Mason pulls back. His eyes study mine. I don’t know what he’s looking for, but the intense set of his jaw tells me that something is running through that head of his.

  “That because of me, yeah?”

  I nod slowly until a perfect smile forms on his lips. Leaning in I capture them with mine. With Mason everything else just fades away. All of the pain that I have endured, all the wrongs that can’t be righted. It all shifts to somewhere deep inside of me and hides until he’s gone.