by Bella Jewel
I can’t breathe.
I arch on the bike and his big hands hang onto my thighs, somehow keeping me there. I don’t know what to do except moan and scream, the pleasure taking over my body, filling me, destroying me. I cum so hard for a moment I don’t even hear myself whimpering, all I can feel is the warm explosion that takes over my body, starting from my core and moving outward.
“Oh, God,” I whimper as I slowly come down, my body shuddering.
Mason is back on his feet, his huge body leaning over mine, face inches away. “That was just a taste. Tell him you’re done.”
“Mason,” I breathe. “I c-c-c-can’t.”
His mouth smashes over mine and he kisses me deep. I can taste myself on his lips, and that only makes me want him more. I press my body upward into his, kissing him with a ferocity I’ve never felt before. Our tongues collide, his stubble scratches my soft skin, and he makes some noises that have my body aching. Deep low ones that rise up from the base of his throat and rattle through me.
“Tell him you’re done,” he growls, pulling away.
I can hear the sounds of him unbuckling his belt, and oh, God, I want him. Inside me. Hard and deep. Right fucking now. The sounds of a condom wrapper being torn lets me know he’s serious. He wants this as much as I do. This is wrong on so many levels, but right here, right now, it feels so incredibly right.
“Mason,” I breathe.
“Fuckin’ tell him you’re done.”
He presses his cock to my entrance, moving his body into an upright position, still holding all my weight at this strange angle. My back is pressed to the seat and along the back of the bike, but he’s holding my ass off to the side.
“Oh, god,” I moan, feeling the thick length pressing, teasing.
“Tell him and I slide my cock into you and fuck you so hard you’ll never think of another man again.”
“Mason ...”
“Fuckin’ tell him.”
“Okay,” I moan. “I’ll do it, I’ll tell him.”
“Good girl.”
And then he slides home.
My body stretches and burns around his invasion. His thick, long, hard length bigger than anything I’ve ever had before. It fills me in a way I didn’t know I could be filled. I scream out into the empty night as he pulls out and thrusts in again. Even at this awkward angle, I can feel every inch of him. And I’ve never felt anything like it before in my life.
“Oh, God,” I cry out. “Your cock ...”
“Is one you’ll never fuckin’ forget.”
He starts fucking me hard, the perfect strokes filling my body and my senses. I try to claw at something, anything, but I can’t seem to get control over my shaking body. I’ve never cum during sex, not without clitoral stimulation, but not a single thing is touching my clit, and I feel it, I feel it all.
And I’m going to cum.
Hard.
Mason leans down with a growl, wrapping his arms around me and launching me off the motorcycle, big arms surrounding me. My legs go around his hips and he moves me around to the handlebars, spreading his legs over the front tire and putting my ass on the bars, and then he keeps fucking me, big body surrounding me, arms closing me in. I bury my face into his chest and inhale, loving the smell of him, loving the way he’s making me feel.
His arms close me in, his hands cup my ass, holding up most of my weight so the bike doesn’t tip, and I lean my head back, finding his mouth, using my hands to drag him down by his hair so I can kiss him, because I can’t hold it in a second longer.
I cum, and I cum hard.
Convulsing around his cock, screaming his name, clutching his hair, kissing him with a force that makes my lips burn.
“Fuck,” he bellows, tearing his mouth away from mine.
His cock pulses.
He’s coming, I can feel every throb.
His big body is tense around mine.
And good lord, I don’t think I’ll ever feel this way again in my life.
What the hell am I going to do now?
~10~
SASKIA
“I’m done.”
I stare at Enzo, who is watching me across the visitor’s table, eyes narrowed, studying me. It took everything inside me to come in here today and do this. My heart didn’t want to, it really didn’t want to, but after last night, I knew I had to. Not because of Mason, but for myself. I don’t deserve to chase around a man that clearly doesn’t care about me. I am sorry for what I did, I’ll make sure he knows that, but I’m not going to put my life on hold for him any longer.
It hurts, though, it does.
But it’s a strange kind of hurt. More like an attachment, like a struggle to let go. I’ve been with him a long time; he was my rock, my support, and now I’m going to have to step out there alone. But the last month has shown me, if anything, that I’m fully capable of doing that. It’s time to open a new door, and it’s going to suck. I know there are going to be times when I need him and it’s going to feel awful, but I’m strong.
And I deserve better.
“Don’t fuck with me, Saskia.”
“I’m not fucking with you, Enzo. In fact, I loved you. Wholeheartedly, for over five years. I gave you everything, and you slept with my sister, and not only that but you got her pregnant. I know that you know better, so you chose to do that, and you chose to hurt me. I didn’t deserve that, not for a single second.”
He leans forward, eyes angry. “You put me in prison!”
“You slept with my sister and got her pregnant,” I mutter back. “We can go back and forth about what’s worse, but the fact of the matter is, we both screwed up. You don’t owe me anything, but I sure as hell don’t owe you anything, either.”
“Bullshit!”
“I know you’re angry, and I’m sorry, but I need to move on with my life. You made your choices, you chose to do what you did, and now you have to live with it.”
His eyes flash. “You’re not walking out of here, and you’re not walking away from me until my debt is paid.”
“Sorry,” I say, standing. I have to leave now, before I get too weak and give in, or feel guilty. This is the right thing, I know it is.
“You’re seeing someone else, aren’t you?” he demands.
I glance down at him. “It wouldn’t matter if I was or if I wasn’t. I still owe you nothing, and we both know it.”
His eyes lock on mine.
And he tries something else.
The tactic that I’m far weaker towards.
It’s easier when he’s a dick.
So much easier.
“I do love you, Saskia. I was in a bad place. Fucking struggling, but I do love you. Didn’t stay with you that long because I had nothing better, I did it because I wanted to be with you, and I still do.”
My heart aches. It aches.
“Baby, come on, we’re both angry, can’t we sit down and talk properly? I will sort Yolanda out. I don’t want to be with her, regardless of what she’s telling you. I fucked up. You fucked up. We can fix it. We can pay the debt off and start again, just you and me.”
Those words.
The words I have wanted to hear for so long.
They hit me right in the heart.
But I know he doesn’t mean them.
I’m not stupid.
“You made your bed, Enzo. Now you must lie in it. I’m done.”
I turn and walk out.
“It isn’t over, it’s far from over! Watch your back, Saskia,” he calls after me, causing the guards to storm over.
Good.
I hope they make him suffer.
I just hope he doesn’t make me suffer.
The drive home is long and drawn out. I can’t get my mind to work properly, I just keep thinking, over and over again, of all the things that could happen from now onward. Enzo is angry. Will he take it out on me? Will he make me suffer? Will he seek out revenge? Suddenly, I’m not sure what’s going to happen, and I don’t feel at all saf
e.
But, I still wouldn’t change what I did.
Even if it hurts.
And it does. It does hurt.
I arrive back at Mason’s house and see bikes out front. Great. They’re all here. I park my car and stare in the rearview mirror, making sure I don’t look as upset as I feel. I take a deep breath and get out of the car, walking inside the house. Five heads pop up and glance at me when I walk in, and I stop, staring at all of them. Sassy. Be sassy. They won’t know then.
“Well,” I say, crossing my arms, “it isn’t everyday a girl walks in and finds five hot men in her living room.”
“My living room,” Mason murmurs, staring at me.
I haven’t seen him since we had sex. After it, I kind of rushed off and then made sure to be out this morning when he woke up. I don’t know how I feel about it. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was the most incredible sex I’ve ever had in my life, but at the same time, I feel confused about the whole thing. I don’t want to become anyone’s fuck buddy just for the sake of it.
I’ve never been that girl.
And I’m fairly certain that’s all it is to him. Sex.
Just sex.
“Well, if you want to get technical,” I say back, not holding his eyes for longer than a second, “you boys look busy, I’ll go and get back to work.”
“You okay, darlin’?” Malakai asks.
Oh.
He’s good.
“Perfecto!” I call, walking off before I have to make conversation any further.
I go into the living room and start picking up where I left off, dusting and cleaning. I need to do some grocery shopping.
I’m starting to think now might be the time to do it.
Yes.
Plan. In. Place.
~*~*~*~
MASON
“Fuck, man, you sure that was a good idea?” Malakai mutters, running his hands through his hair. “She’s your maid, and she’s a good chick. You don’t want to lose someone like that; you won’t find another one very easily.”
“Fully fuckin’ aware of that,” I growl at him. “Pretty sure it was a mutual thing.”
“Sounds to me like you just wanted her to stop seein’ that fuck head in prison,” Maverick adds. “You sure you’re not into her, bro?”
“We fucked because we wanted to fuck. I didn’t want her seein’ that jock monkey because he’s only goin’ to cause problems, and if he causes problems for her, it’ll cause problems for me.”
“Fuck knows we need some entertainment ‘round here,” Koda grunts. “I’m fuckin’ bored as shit. Can we go start somethin’, bash someone, fuck some shit up? Might make bein’ here that much easier.”
“Calm the fuck down, Dakoda,” Malakai growls. “We got enough shit to do around here. You’re just pissed because it doesn’t involve killin’ anyone.”
“Speakin’ of killin’,” Boston adds, “heard any more about what happened to Shanks’ people after he was taken out? Any word on what they’re up to?”
“Far as I know—” I light a cigarette “—there are a handful of them left, determined to find out what happened and who double crossed them.”
“Won’t take them long to figure out it was Slater,” Malakai adds. “Speakin’ of, anyone heard from him?”
“Layin’ low,” Maverick tells Malakai. “Told him to for a couple months. If he pops straight up here, they’re goin’ to put two and two together.”
“Anyone checked in on him?” Malakai questions.
“Went in yesterday and had a beer with him; he’s still searchin’ for Ellie in his free time,” I tell Malakai.
“Any leads on that?”
“Not as of yet, we’ll start lookin’ as soon as he’s passed probabtion here at the club,” Koda informs.
“Can’t see Slater bein’ a prospect real well.” I snort.
“Well, he’s willin’ to, and I think he’ll be a good asset to the club, so we’ll see,” Malakai says, standing. “I’m goin’ to find my woman, take her home, and fuck her until morning. You boys enjoy your evening.”
He turns and walks out, and I stand. “I’m out.”
“Be nice to that lady, bro,” Boston points out. “She’s a fuckin’ sweet one.”
“Sweet,” I grunt. “Yeah.”
I walk out of the club and to my bike, then I get on and ride home. It’s just hitting sunset, but there is still enough light around for me to notice the car parked just outside my front gate. I left this morning after Saskia was in a weird mood, figured she wanted to be alone. I study the car. She didn’t mention visitors. It doesn’t necessarily look like it’s up to no good, but there isn’t another house for at least two blocks, so why a car would be parked there is beyond me.
But it doesn’t seem right.
I get off my bike and walk to the house and see the front door is wide open. Saskia never leaves the door open. I clench my fists and step inside quietly, walking through the living room. Nothing. I move further into the house and go up the stairs, that’s when I hear her voice. Terrified. Scared. She never sounds like that. Not ever.
“There is nothing here, I have nothing.”
“Liar,” a male voice hisses. “This house is loaded full of goods, gotta be something worth selling in here. Jewelry. Something.”
“I have no access to any of that.”
“Listen to me, you little bitch, Enzo owes me a fuck load of money and it just so happens your name popped up as a place to start looking. He’s locked up, so he’s useless to me, but you, you’re here and you’re not useless to me. I’m sure he wouldn’t like to find out his precious little lady was found with a bullet in her skull because she didn’t deliver for her boyfriend.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Saskia says, her voice shaky.
“Not what I heard. Heard you got the cash. Heard you’re the person. I have many many ways I could get it out of you, little lady. I’d bet you have a sweet pussy underneath those pants. I wonder if I tied you down and fucked you a few times if you’d come up with the goods.”
Fuck no.
Not here.
Not in my house.
I step into the room without thought and see a large, white man holding Saskia, knife to her throat. I don’t hesitate. He hears me and turns slightly, and my fist finds his face before he even has a chance to open his mouth. He stumbles backward, releasing her, but not the knife. I step forward again, without hesitation, and drive another fist into his mouth. He splutters, and then gets himself together, swinging the knife in my direction. I raise a hand up, and it slashes across my palm.
The burn is instant.
And it only pisses me off more.
“Nobody comes into my fuckin’ house and threatens anyone who lives here.”
I raise my leg, using my booted foot to drive him in the stomach, sending him flying backward. Then I storm over, only once the knife has fallen from his hand, and lift him up by the shirt, driving my fist into his face over and over until he falls unconscious onto the floor, blood pouring from numerous places on his face. I pull out my phone and dial Malakai.
“What’s up, bro? Better be good.”
“Man in my house, threatenin’ Saskia. Get someone to come collect him. He ain’t goin’ anywhere.”
“Fuck. She okay?”
“Yeah.”
“On our way.”
I hang up the phone and shove it into my pocket and then turn and look at the girl who has backed right up. Her eyes are wide, and she’s staring at me, a mixture of horror and awe on her face.
“You okay?” I ask her.
“He had a knife,” she whispers.
“Yeah. You okay?”
“And you just ... took him down.”
“Yeah, lady. You okay?”
“You’re so strong. I’ve never ...”
“Saskia,” I walk over, grabbing her shoulders. “You okay?”
She looks down at her shoulder, and gasps, “You’re bleeding.”
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bsp; “Woman, fuck, are you okay?”
I shake her a little and her eyes meet mine.
“You saved me.”
I exhale. “I’m going to knock you the fuck out in a minute if you don’t fuckin’ answer me.”
She smiles, but it’s shaky. “I’m okay.”
“Okay,” I say, letting her go.
“Your hand ...”
“We’ll deal with it later. Right now, I’m dealin’ with him. Then you and me, we’re goin’ to talk.”
She swallows but nods.
“Mason?” she calls out when I walk over to the unconscious man on the ground.
“Yeah,” I say, not looking at her.
“For a minute there, for just a single minute, I was so afraid.”
I look over at her. “Don’t ever gotta be afraid when I’m around.”
Her cheeks go pink.
Fuck me.
In the middle of all this, and all I can think about is going over there and ripping her clothes off.
I want her.
More than I’m willing to admit.
Fuck.
~11~
SASKIA
“Are you okay?” Scarlett asks, reaching out and squeezing my shoulder.
I stare at her. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just ... a bit shaken up.”
“As you would be,” she says, shaking her head. “I can’t believe someone just came into the house like that.”
“Speakin’ of,” Malakai says. “You know who this piece of shit is?”
I stare at the man who they’ve basically bound and gagged. I don’t know what they’re going to do with him. Hell, I don’t want to know what they’re going to do with him. I don’t really care, so long as he doesn’t come anywhere near me again.
“No,” I tell him, and it’s the truth. I have no idea who he is. I can only assume he’s at least one of the people chasing Enzo for money. “I think he’s one of the people looking for money from my ex-boyfriend. I’m certain my ex sent him here, telling him I have the money. He’s getting revenge on me.”
Mason makes a growling sound, and I glance at him.
“Your ex-boyfriend’s name?” Maverick asks.