“How tired are you?” he asked.
“Why?”
“How about getting on your knees and claiming the prize you won?” I placed my clutch bag on the side of the seat and dropped to my knees. Mason leant back against the chair and placed his hands on his thighs. I started to undo his belt and trousers.
“So if someone else won, is this what they would be doing to you right now?”
“Fuck no.” I kissed the top of his cock and he groaned, I left my lipstick mark on him and I knew he loved seeing that. I closed my lips together and he nudged them apart with his cock. “Be a good girl and open up for me,” he groaned. I stuck out my tongue and licked him from root to tip. I did this several times until his hand finally grasped onto my head; I loved him controlling the speed of my head. I opened up my mouth and he thrust inside, causing me to gag. He quickly pulled away and I sucked him back in again, making sure to swallow when I felt his head at the back of my throat.
“Fuck!” he swore. I looked up at him and his head was thrown back onto the seat headrest and his other fist was clenched tightly still resting on his thigh. I rose to my knees and sucked him in again, grabbing hold of his clenched fist, he loosened it, looking down at me and I placed it on my left breast and encouraged him to knead. He pinched my nipple and I moaned, the next thing I knew I could feel the warm air on my nipples, he had pulled the top of my dress down, exposing me to him.
“I love these breasts.” He moaned as my speed increased. “Fuck! Stop. On your feet.” I pulled away from him and he helped me climb to my feet, I had to bend over slightly as we were in a moving car. His hands disappeared up my dress until he found my underwear and began pulling it down my legs, I stepped out of them and he threw them onto the seat beside him.
“Turn around,” he said motioning with his finger at the same time. “Hands on the seat in front of you.” I did as he told me to and then he was encouraging me to sit back onto him. “This is going to be fast. If it’s too much, just tell me to stop.” I nodded as he started pushing into me. Goosebumps covered my body as he grabbed my breasts in his hands and I sat upright onto him. I pressed one hand against the window as he lowered his legs and my feet flattened on the floor.
“Hold still,” he told me and I was practically in a squat position over the top of him. He released my breasts and held onto my hips, his body moved under me, slamming up into me in a relentless rhythm. My hand was still pressed against the window and my other hand went to my bump. He was thrusting into me so fast and hard, I was on the verge of exploding before he had even got started.
“Mason, Mason, I’m going to come.”
“Yes, come for me. Now.” I let go and the warmth spread up through my body, my heart rate increased, my breathing shallowed and I was calling out his name. He was still pumping into me and then his release caused another orgasm to hit me and my legs shook, I couldn’t hold myself up much longer. Mason quickly pulled out of me and settled me on his lap, my back to his chest. We didn’t talk, our breathing was laboured and we both tried to control our trembling bodies.
Chapter 33
Mason
“Sweetheart, I’ve gotta head to the clubhouse!” I called out as I wandered down the stairs, I slipped on my biker boots and headed into the kitchen.
“What?” she asked as she had Dusty standing on the kitchen table and was brushing her coat.
“I’ve gotta head to the clubhouse. Church.”
“Babe, we’re supposed to be getting your son’s room ready today. He’ll be here in eight weeks. You need to build his cot and we still haven’t settled on a name for him.”
“That’s because you don’t like any of the names I choose.”
“We are not calling him Mason junior.” Dusty jumped off the table and Cammie crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up.
“We can shorten it to MJ.”
“No way, people will think we named him after Michael Jackson.” I stepped closer to her and wrapped my arms around her.
“We’ll talk about it tonight. I’ve really gotta go. Call me if you need me.” I kissed her quickly on the lips before I was rushing out of the door
***
“Everyone here?” Prez asked, looking around the room, then he slammed the gavel down. “Drake found this tied to the front gate this morning.” Prez placed a piece of paper on the table and I looked up to see Drake was clenching his jaw and his hands curled in and out of fists. What was his problem?
“What is it?” Solar asked.
“It’s definitive proof that he is still hanging around,” Drake growled.
“Who?” I asked.
“Switch,” Prez said sighing and shaking his head.
“What the fuck?” I grabbed the piece of paper and looked at it.
‘You can’t keep her from me. She’ll always be mine. Those marks on her body proves that. Hand over Ashlyn and I won’t bother you again.’
“Shit!” I roared. “How do we know this is definitely from him?”
“We just have to trust that it is,” Prez said rubbing his hand over the back of his neck.
“What are we going to do?” Drake asked.
“There’s only one thing.” Prez slumped back into his seat and his eyes drifted over the table to each and every member, finishing on me. “We’re a club, we protect what’s ours. Ashlyn ain’t an Old Lady, she ain’t a club whore, but she came here for protection and she feels safe here with us. She’s family. We protect her.” There was murmurs around the table, everyone agreeing with him.
“This is what I propose, Drake takes her away from here, on his bike, someplace safe, until we can track him down. We’ll form alliances with the other clubs, we will get this sick bastard. Drake, you do a great job and you’ll be patched in. Let’s take a vote.”
“Yay.” From Tat.
“Yay.” From Solar, Toes, Titch.
“Yay.” From Drake and myself.
“Nay.” From Hitch. “He’s only a prospect, he can’t protect her.”
“I can protect her and will.”
“Seven over one. Drake goes.”
“What do we tell her?” I ask.
“She has to know the truth,” Drake adds. “It’ll be safer if she knows.”
“Agreed,” Prez said as he slams down the gavel. I felt awful, I was pleased to know that he didn’t want Cammie, but I didn’t want him having Ashlyn either.
***
Cammie
Can you come to the clubhouse it’s important x
That was the text I received from Mason a couple of minutes ago.
Yeah, on the way x
Jono, the new prospect, opened the gate for me as I pulled in, he had only been with the club for a month. He was only eighteen with a shaved head and tattoos covering it instead. He was smaller built than the rest of them but he gave off this don’t mess with him vibe. As I climbed out of the car, Mason started walking towards me. I smiled at him and his jaw was tense.
“You ok?” I reached up to touch him and he buried his face into my neck, pressing his lips against my pulse and placing a hand onto our son.
“We need to talk,” he mumbled.
“Ok.” I hated it when anyone said that. He took my hand and led me to the swings in the park where Ashlyn and I had many talks before. I sat on the swing and Mason crouched down in front of me.
“Normally we wouldn’t be telling you this but it’s very important.” I nodded at him to keep going. “We’ve heard from Switch.” I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand. “He wants Ashlyn, says that she’s his.”
“No,” I whimpered.
“He will not get her. Drake is taking her away, on the bike, keeping her safe until we find him. Prez has called a lockdown, we don’t want Switch thinking he can take anyone else and use them as a bargaining chip.”
“What about the baby? What if I go into labour while we are on lockdown?”
“Then we’ll get you to the hospital. No one is going to mess wi
th my son being born.”
“What about the dogs? Can we bring them with us?”
“No. Sorry, sweetheart. We’ll drop them off at mums. Emily will love having them there.”
“Ok,” I softly said as my eyes filled with tears.
“Hey, please don’t cry.” He cradled my face in his hands and used his thumbs to brush away my tears.
“Yo, VP.” I looked up and Drake was waving his arm and Ashlyn was standing next to his bike.
“Looks like they are ready to leave. Come on.” He pulled me up from the swing and kissed me on the top of my head. “It’ll all be ok.” We walked over to where everyone was standing and I hugged Ashlyn tightly.
“Promise you’ll be safe?”
“Drake will protect me,” she assured me.
“You.” I pointed at Drake. “Look after her.”
“Don’t worry, I will.” He climbed on the bike and Ashlyn climbed on behind him.
“Keep an eye out, the slightest feeling that you’re being followed, call us,” Prez told him.
“Sure thing.” They both placed their helmets on their heads and was soon zooming out of the compound.
Epilogue
Three years later
Mason
“Cam?” I called out as we walked into the house.
“Mummy?” Harley called out.
“Upstairs!” She called back and I picked up our soon to be three year old and ran up the stairs. I threw him onto the bed beside Cammie and he bounced around, giggling.
“You ok?” I asked, worriedly. Watching as Cammie used the baby heart monitor on her tummy.
“Yeah, he’s ok. I just had a panic then for a minute. I’m sorry,” she said as she wiped the gel off her tummy.
“You don’t need to be sorry.” I placed my hand on her face and gently kissed her lips, we would be a family of four in only a matter of months.
“Mummy, why you sad?” Harley asked as he climbed to his feet on the bed and pressed his hand onto her face much like I did.
“I’m ok, baby. Just checking to make sure your brother was ok.”
“Oh.” He tilted his head to the side and bent down and pressed a kiss on her tummy. “There, all better now.”
“He sure is. Do I get one of those?” she asked pointing to her lips and he kissed her too.
“I need to pee,” he called out as he went running towards our en-suite.
“You sure you’re ok?” I asked her again, climbing up onto the bed beside her and pulling her into my side.
“Yeah, I just hate having that scared feeling. I’d keep that thing permanently attached to me if I could.” She laughed.
She still held the same fears of having another still born baby, she was terrified in the hospital the moment Harley was born, he was so chilled out that he didn’t cry straight away and that put Cammie into a panic, tears were streaming down her face until they placed him in her arms and then she cried for a whole different reason. He was perfect with his red crinkly face, button nose and dark hair just like mine.
“Hello?” Mum called out.
“Nanny’s here!” Harley called out running from the bathroom and out the bedroom doors.
“Careful on the stairs!” Cammie called out as she got to her feet and waddled away from me.
“You’re so sexy. What did I do to deserve you?” I said as I crossed my ankles and laid back on the bed with my arms over my head.
“If you think this is sexy, you need your eyes checking.” She laughed walking out of the bedroom door.
“Nothing wrong with my eyes.”
I shot to my feet and caught up with her on the stairs, I kissed and nibbled her neck as we walked into the kitchen where mum was making a cup of tea.
“Hi, you two.” Mum smiled. “Want a drink?”
“Yes please.” Cammie smiled as she walked into the kitchen and gave mum a hug. Mum placed her hand on Cammie’s tummy and rubbed it.
“That’s a strong kick.” She laughed.
“He knows his nanny.” Cammie smiled again and I stood back and watched them all. Emily and Harley were sitting at the kitchen table colouring in, Dyson and Dusty were sleeping in their bed and Mum and Cammie were talking and laughing. This was what I always wanted, my own family.
The End
About the Author
Kacey Hamford is a pen name for me (Kelly). I am in my thirties and started this journey in 2014, I love to read romance books about rockstars, so thought I would have a go at writing one myself. I really enjoyed it and got a boost of confidence once my books started selling.
I have gone on to write a young adult series, set in a college. The series is still on going.
I also have this MC series, it was something different for me to write and I enjoyed it so much, especially when I got readers telling me they would love to read books about the sub characters.
I work full time as a dog groomer, I love to read and my friends and family are very important to me. They are all so supportive of my writing career and encourage me to carry on.
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