“Fuck it, let’s do it,” Toes announced, standing up.
“Maybe you should get a pussy fix first, what if it takes six weeks to heal, man?” Titch added.
“Yeah, good plan. Club Orange? Up for it? Tonight?” Toes asked, looking around at us all.
“Yes!” Cammie called out. “I’m going to tell Ashlyn.” She stood up from the table. “Is it local?”
“Kind of, it’s in Devon. Fresh pussy!” Toes called out, high fiving everyone except me.
“Ok, cool.” She kissed me on the lips quickly before hurrying away.
“You’ve got one cool woman there, dude,” Tat said, slapping me on the back.
“And she’s smokin too,” Titch added looking in the direction she went. My hands were clenched into fists and I was breathing deeply trying to control myself to not knock the fucker off his feet.
“Uh, Holes? How about you go and tell the girls we’ll be leaving in a couple hours?” Solar said, nudging me off my seat. I looked at him and nodded. I turned around to walk away and I saw Drake pulling Titch out of the clubhouse. I’m hoping it was to give him a talking to. Most guys would love the fact that other men lust after their women, but not me. They need to keep their eyes, hands and thoughts to themselves.
Chapter 10
Cammie
We were headed for club orange in Devon. The name sounded familiar but I couldn’t remember if it was somewhere that I had been before. I called Heather to see if her and Blade could meet us but she said as it was so short notice that they didn’t have time to get a babysitter and that she would come and see us very soon. I hoped she would as I missed her.
We stepped off the rented bus that Titch had been nominated to drive and headed inside the club. It was big and bright, all the furniture was in orange, I guess that’s where the name came from and there was something familiar about the place. Mason held onto my hand as we walked up to the bar, he was looking hot in his dark denim jeans, biker boots, black shirt and his leather jacket. Did he always go everywhere wearing that thing?
“What do you want, baby?” he shouted over to me.
“Vodka and orange please.” I smiled. His eyebrows rose in question. “Well, we are at club orange.” I laughed.
He leant over the bar shouting our drink order to the bar maid. When he got close to her ear, she smiled and bit her bottom lip, I bet I knew exactly how she was feeling, hot, wet and thinking she would be getting lucky with him. When she turned away to make our drinks, I pushed myself in between him and the bar, using the small step to stand on to make myself taller.
“Hey, sexy lady.” He smiled.
“Hi, hot stuff. Can I get your phone number?” I joked.
“You can have anything you want.” He placed his hands on my hips, took a step back and his gaze swept my body. He had done this several times tonight. “You’re looking so sexy, I don’t know how I’ll be able to control myself.” I was wearing a short black skater dress with a low rounded neck line and I had on my heeled biker boots and my usual bright red lips.
“I don’t want you to control yourself.” I winked at him before I grabbed his leather jacket in both hands and pulled him close so I could plant my lips onto his.
“Oh, um… Here are your drinks.” The bar maid said, causing us to break apart. Mason handed her some money and told her to keep the change. She beamed at him, her eyes full of desire and his eyes never left mine. She clearly thought she was in with a chance even though moments before she interrupted us his tongue was down my throat. I was never one to get jealous, not since being a sweet bun at the Devon Destroyers MC. They rescued me when I needed it the most, when I was broken and lost. I was at the point in my life when I didn’t care, I didn’t care what happened to me, I let them all use my body, it was the only way I could get myself to feel. I was numb to everything else. I didn’t have any friends, no one I cared about and no one cared about me. Not until Heather had joined us, she was like a big sister to me with the seven year age gap. She cared for me and in return I tried to help her in any way that I could.
“Have you been here before?” Ashlyn asked me, standing next to me at the bar. Drake followed her and I remember Mason saying that the Prez said Drake had to look after her tonight, with the way he was looking at her I didn’t think he would think it was a hardship. He looked like he was enjoying himself.
“I don’t know, something seems familiar about this place.”
“It used to be called club zero about a year ago.”
That was it, I knew I had been here before. How could I have forgotten this place?
“Hey, sexy, you wanna dance?” I had just turned eighteen and I was fed up of my life, I was falling into a pit of despair after going through a year of hell. I needed to feel something, anything, that’s why I came out tonight on my own in an extremely short dress and a face full of make-up. I wanted to have fun, I would never fall in love again and I would never put myself through the pain of losing another child.
“Sure,” I answered, downing the last drop of my vodka and coke and shooting back the tequila slammer someone had brought me.
He held my hand and led me into the middle of the dance floor and pulled me in close to him. He was handsome, with short blond hair, fitted jeans and a striped shirt. He had some tattoos on his forearms and I could see one peeking out the top of his shirt.
“How old are you?” he whispered closely to my ear, pulling me in so we were now chest to chest.
“Twenty. It’s my birthday,” I lied.
“Oh really?” He smirked. “And what does a pretty thing like you want for her birthday?”
“To feel,” I mumbled to myself.
“What was that?”
“Um, whatever you want to give to me.” I smiled sassily at him. I realised I sounded like a complete whore but at this point in my life, I just didn’t care. I wouldn’t have cared if I got hit by a bus tomorrow, at least I would have been with Noah again. My chest constricted and I felt a panic attack coming on. I needed a distraction. I grabbed the back of, whatever he was called, head and pressed my lips to his. He quickly invaded my mouth with his tongue and I felt disappointed that I didn’t feel anything. I was just going through the motions. After a couple of minutes, we broke apart and he placed his forehead against mine.
“Fuck, babe. You’ve made me hard.”
Could I go through with sleeping with him even though I didn’t feel anything?
“I need a drink.” He nodded, grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bar. As we were waiting to be served, I noticed a group of guys walking in the door, they were all in leather jackets and they had a look about them, a not to be messed with look. That was a complete turn on and I couldn’t stop staring at them. One of them caught my eye, he was tall, dark haired and led the group of guys to the bar. Once they turned around to order drinks, I saw that on the back of their leather jackets there was a symbol and the writing said ‘Devon Destroyers MC’.
“Here you go, babe.”
“July, my name is July.”
“Jay, that’s the name you’ll be screaming later.” He chuckled and I looked down to see that he had passed me a bottle of some blue coloured shit.
“What’s this?”
“Alcohol.” He laughed. “Drink up.”
I placed the bottle back onto the bar. “I don’t think so.” I waved to the bar man and asked for a vodka and coke and a shot of anything.
“It’s not nice to refuse my drink,” Jay growled into my ear and for the first time tonight, I felt something, I felt fear.
“I can’t mix my drinks. I’ll be sick later if I do,” I explained, looking at him and hoping that I wasn’t making him angry. Over his shoulder, I saw the guy from earlier. He was leaning against the bar, one foot crossed in front of the other and he was watching me, watching us. He held a bottle in his hand and he looked hot. I wanted to dump this guy and go introduce myself, there was something about him that called out to me.
“Let’s danc
e,” he said grabbing hold of my elbow.
“I’m getting tired, I may head home in a minute.”
“You’re going to dance with me, you aren’t getting away that easily after teasing me with this body of yours.” He ran his hand down my back until it landed on my bum. What had I gotten myself into? He dragged me onto the dance floor, placed my back to his front and started dancing, he wound his arm around my stomach holding me close to him.
“Move those hips of yours, July,” he growled into my ear and I obeyed him. We were still facing the bar and that guy’s gaze still hadn’t left mine. Would I be able to mouth that I needed help? Would he help me?
After a few more songs, my feet were killing me, I needed to sit down so I made up the excuse that I needed the toilet. Maybe there would be a window I could escape through. No such luck, there was only one window and I would be lucky if I could get my arm through it, let alone anything else. I had been away from him for ten minutes, I knew I needed to go back. If he was distracted, I’d try and sneak away from him. When I rounded the corner that led back to the bar, I saw the biker guy standing in front of Jay, was this my chance to escape? Before I could think anymore, the biker guy’s eyes were on me and he nodded me to come closer. My feet were moving on their own accord and before I knew it, I was standing in front of him.
“Sweetheart, is this your boyfriend?” he asked. I shook my head. “You going home with him tonight?” I shook my head again. “Good.” He pulled his arm back and punched Jay straight in the face. I squealed and took a step back, my head spun around when I felt a pair of hands on my hips. This guy was tall and skinny and wearing the same leather jacket as the other guy. What was going on?
“Let this be a lesson to you!” the guy shouted at Jay as he took a step back.
“Ripped!” the guy behind me called out as his hold on me loosened. Ripped took a step closer to me.
“He put a date rape drug in your drink.” I think he saw the look in my eye. “In the bottle you didn’t touch.” Relief flooded me.
“Thank you.”
“I think its best that you go home.”
“Let me at least buy you a drink to say thank you?” I asked.
“No woman is buying me a drink,” he growled, taking a step closer to me, I didn’t back away. “But I’ll buy you one, if you want to hang out with us.” I nodded my head furiously. Just one look from this guy had me feeling things and I was determined to feel more.
That was how I ended up being a sweet bun at the Devon Destroyers clubhouse, they gave me a place to stay and food on the table and all I had to do was spread my legs and dance. I wasn’t worthy of anything else, not after failing as a parent and letting my son die.
Mason
Cammie spaced out for a few minutes and she had a lost look in her eyes, I had tried so hard over the last few months to rid that look from her face, I thought I was succeeding but something had put that look back there.
“Come and dance with me,” I said as I grabbed hold of her hand and squeezed it gently until she looked at me. Once her bright blue eyes connected with mine, the lost look disappeared and she nodded.
The dance floor was crowded with people and I pulled Cammie in as close to me as possible. We started swaying to the music and she wrapped her hands around my neck and mine were on her hips.
She pulled away from me slightly and looked me in the eye.
“I’m so in love with you, Mason.” The grin that erupted on my face was the biggest one I’ve ever had.
“I’m very much in love with you too. Will you wear my properties?” She was probably fed up of me always going on about it but I wanted her to wear it and show everyone she was mine, at least until I could get a ring on her finger.
“How could I possibly agree to wear your jacket when I don’t know how good you are in bed?” She was trying to keep a straight face but I could see her lips twitching as she tried not to laugh.
“Oh, baby, I’ll show you how good I am in bed. In the shower. Against the wall. On my bike.” I winked at her.
“Show me and if I’m completely satisfied, I’ll wear your properties.”
“That sounds like a challenge?” She shrugged her shoulders at me, smiling. “One I am very happy to accept. Let’s go home.”
“We can’t. We haven’t even been here an hour and all the guys look busy.” I glanced around and saw that Solar, Toes, Tat and Titch all had a woman with them. Drake was dancing with Ashlyn, which was something I had to keep an eye on. He wasn’t allowed to touch club women, not until he was patched in.
“What’s going on there?” I asked Cammie as I nodded towards Drake and Ashlyn.
“Nothing. I asked her about it as they seemed close at one point. She has been seeing one of the local guys and lately all those two do is bicker and snipe at each other.”
“Keep an eye on her for me, I’d hate to have to kick her and Drake out. He’s gonna be a great member.”
“When does he patch in?”
“When Prez says so. It’s normally around the year mark or if he earns it some other way.” She nodded and looked at them again.
The beat of the song increased and we both moved our hips in time, my hands had left her hips and were caressing her back, making their way towards her delectable ass. I dipped my head closer to her ear.
“Are you wet for me?” Her breath hitched in her throat and she nodded her head. “How wet?”
“Soaked. I need you, Mason. So bad.”
“Ah fuck, don’t tell me that. You said we can’t leave,” I groaned.
“We can find a dark corner somewhere, though I can’t promise I’ll be quiet,” she said as she rained kisses over my neck, sending pleasurable sensations flowing throughout my body.
“No. The first time will be in our bed. Where I can take my time.”
“Mmmm, I’m definitely going to enjoy this.” She smiled at me, her eyes dancing with excitement.
“Oh, I can guarantee it.” I cupped her face in my hands, tilted her head until I could devour her lips. They were always soft and inviting. I didn’t know what I had done to deserve her but, one thing I knew, I was never letting her go.
Chapter 11
Cammie
Mason didn’t waste any time getting us home and the bus was fuller with Toes and Solar bringing women with them. Did they tell them we were heading into Cornwall?
As soon as the bus came to a stop, Mason took hold of my hand and we quickly walked to our room. Once the door closed and locked, Mason stared at me.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I whispered, unable to do or say much more as my body was on edge. Mason had touched and kissed every bare bit of skin that was available to him in the club and I was pretty sure I was going to go off like a rocket as soon as he touched me properly.
He slowly walked towards me and I kicked my boots off. His hands palmed my face and he kissed me gently, my hands instinctively went to his arms and I felt him shiver from my touch. The kiss started to deepen and I stretched up on my tiptoes to get closer to him. My hands had found their way underneath his shirt and I held onto his sides. His left hand slipped from my face to the top of my dress where he unclipped the button and slowly pulled down the zip, the cool air hit my back and my nipples instantly hardened. This dress had a built in bra so there was no need for one. He pushed the dress off my shoulders exposing my breasts and I found my way to the buttons on his shirt, quickly undoing them. He had already taken off his leather jacket throwing it onto the dressing table.
We both made quick work of getting each other naked and Mason picked me up and placed me gently in the middle of the bed.
“Please don’t wait, you teased me loads at the club and on the bus ride home,” I said, breathlessly.
“The first time is going to be fast.” I nodded. “Do I need a condom?” I nodded again and he swore as he searched his bedside table for protection.
Once he was protected, his body came into contact with mine and I
shivered.
“You ok?” I nodded. No words would come out, my body was buzzing with excitement and I couldn’t wait for us to be connected together. He was laying over the top of me, holding himself up with his arms. I placed my hand on the back of his neck.
“I need to feel you, the weight of you on my body.” He loosened his arms and gently lowered himself until we were touching skin on skin. My hardened nipples pressed into his hard muscles. Our lips began their dance again and I placed my hands on his face, loving how he made me feel. I could feel him at my entrance and I rose my hips off the bed telling him I was ok. He slowly pushed inside of me as his tongue invaded my mouth, our kisses turned fast and frantic and I gasped when he was completely inside of me. His barbell piercing was pressed against my clit and he slowly withdrew just a little and pushed back in again, showing me that his piercing would hit my clit each time. That was hot. He started a steady rhythm as he kissed down the side of my neck, he was using his forearms to keep himself up.
My hands were exploring his skin, I loved feeling his muscles as he worked himself in and out of me.
My skin was hot, I could feel a sheen of sweat covering us both and we were both panting with the need for a release.
“Mason!” I gasped as he sped up. I could feel his Prince Albert piercing inside me and along with the barbell torturing my clit it wouldn’t be long until I exploded.
“Come for me, Cammie,” he demanded in my ear, rubbing his thumb over my nipple.
“Yes,” I told him breathlessly. I could feel it, the build-up in my lower spine, my face felt flushed, my legs were caging him against me and my nails dug into his back as I screamed out. I could feel myself pulsing around him as his hips accelerated and continued to pound into me.
“Tell me your mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“Tell me you’ll be my Old Lady.”
“Mason!” I cried out again as an unexpected orgasm hit me. “I’ll be your… Old Lady.”
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