by Bella Jewel
It means lawyers.
It means family arguments.
It means something I don’t want to have to face.
But I’m going to have to, because she is no longer able to.
“Mason?” she calls from the living room.
I move through the massive house and stare at her, huddled in the corner, eyes wide, staring at the front door. “They’re out there.”
I walk over, crouching down. “They’re not out there, Mom. Nobody is out there. It’s just me.”
“I heard them discussing how they’re going to get me. I heard them.”
I exhale and squeeze her shoulder. “I’ll go and take care of it.”
“Thank you. Thank you, my son. My strong son.”
I walk out the front door and yet again deal with the people who don’t exist.
What the fuck am I going to do now?
I snap myself out of the memories that seem to keep making an appearance more and more in the last few weeks. Probably because Theresa is determined to make me suffer and take things that simply do not fucking belong to her. Lawyers. Money. Family. All of it, all over again. It was fucking hard enough to sort out when Mom was alive, let alone now that she isn’t here to even try and defend herself and her wishes.
I know what she wanted.
And I will fight for it.
I walk through my front door around early evening and hear giggling. The sound travels through the house and hits me right in the chest. It’s been a very, very long fucking time since I’ve heard happiness radiate out of this cold, unfeeling house. I glance in the direction of the sound and figure it’s coming from the back deck. I toss my keys down and walk out to see Saskia and her friend Chantelle sitting on the porch, drinks in hand, sun setting.
Her friend turns when she hears me, and her eyes light up. Pretty thing she is. Big, blonde, and bouncy. Be a good fuck. Not sure if I could deal with her further than that, though. She’s loud. Fucking loud. My eyes move to Saskia, who is now watching me, too. Her cheeks are rosy from alcohol and laughter, and her hair is curling down past her shoulders. She looks fucking incredible.
My dick twitches.
“Girl,” Chantelle says, openly letting her eyes run over my body, “you get to live with this every day?”
I grunt and look to Saskia again, and she’s staring at me from below those thick lashes. Fuck. Why is she looking at me like that? It’s hard enough to not rip her clothes off and bury my dick in her when she’s walking around in those little panties, let alone when she’s giving me that look.
“Care to join us, friend?” she murmurs. “You look like you could use a beer, and I have something to tell you.”
That doesn’t sound like anything I want to hear about right now.
“Good or bad?” I murmur.
“Bad, honey.”
Honey.
Fuck me.
I turn and walk back inside and get a beer, then I pull up a chair and sit down, cracking it open. I already had six with the guys before I came home. Things are quiet at the club right now, too fucking quiet. Feels like soon everything is just going to explode in our faces. We caused a big fucking war and took out some big people; if they find out, get wind of it, our time will come.
It’s almost like we’re just sitting back to see if that’ll happen.
“Hit me with it while I’m in a semi-good mood.”
Saskia crosses her legs on the chair. “Your sister paid the house a visit today.”
My chest clenches, and my fists go tight. “What the fuck did she want?”
“She claimed to want to see you when she knew you weren’t here. She tried to get in, but I wouldn’t let her. I told her I knew who she was and if she tried to get in, I’d drop her. She got angry then, going on about how she is entitled to some of it, blah blah blah. She left, but I thought you should know.”
I stare at her, and say, “You told her you’d drop her if she tried to get in?”
“More or less.” Saskia shrugs. “I might be little, but she wasn’t getting past me, and I made sure she knew it.”
I keep staring at her, and then I burst out laughing.
Fuck me.
I’ve met some people in my time, but never anyone like the girl sitting across from me. She’s got a strength and sass that I simply haven’t experienced before, and I fucking like it.
“Mason,” Saskia says when I’ve stopped laughing. “Did you just … laugh?”
I grunt, still grinning.
“Oh, my lord, he laughed!” she cries. “I’ve finally done it. I’ve finally cracked him.”
Chantelle giggles. “That’s my girl.”
I grunt and sip my beer. “Don’t get too excited. I do still laugh, I am a human.”
“You are?” Saskia gasps. “I wouldn’t have guessed it.”
“Smart ass,” I mutter.
She smiles at me, and it hits me right in the dick. “You’re welcome, friend.”
Fuck me.
She’s growing on me.
She really fucking is.
~*~*~*~
SASKIA
“Tell her she’s insane!” Chantelle cries, throwing her hands up. “Someone needs to get it into her head.”
“You’re fuckin’ insane,” Mason murmurs, kicking back in his chair, big booted feet spread, muscles on display under that dark tee, looking so good I’m having an extremely hard time focusing on anything else.
“I’m not insane,” I protest. “I’m just …”
“Insane!” Chantelle says again. “He’s a douche. You should never speak to him again.”
“Gotta agree, lady,” Mason adds. “He’s a fuckwit.”
I huff. “I’m fully aware of his fuck-witty-ness. But I can’t help but feel guilty. It doesn’t make sense to you two heartless creatures, but it does to me. When he’s out and everything is good, I’ll be fine, I’ll move on.”
“Unlikely, considering he’s only using you now so you’ll pay off his—”
I shoot a look at Chantelle and she clamps her mouth shut. She didn’t realize I haven’t told Mason that part of the story.
Probably because I’m ashamed of it.
Probably because I’m an idiot for letting it happen.
“What are you payin’ off for him?” Mason asks, eyes pinning me.
“Nothing, just a few bills.”
He narrows his eyes. “Fuckin’ liar.”
“I’m not a liar!” I snap.
“Awkward,” Chantelle murmurs. “Speaking of awkward, I have to get going, I have work early in the morning.”
I look to her, eyes wide. “Don’t go leaving me now, sister. Look at him, he looks like he’s going to attack something. I could be murdered tonight and it’ll be all your fault.”
She laughs. “I hope he attacks you, in the best way, of course. Might knock some sense into you.”
I give her big eyes, and she laughs, standing. “Walk me out.”
I huff and follow her out the door, not looking at Mason. I don’t want to see the kind of look he’s giving me.
He’s probably pissed because he knows I’m lying. But, technically, it isn’t his business. But, also, he did tell me about his sister, which makes me feel kind of bad because he confided in me, and I’m lying to him.
It’s dark out front and a little chilly. I walk Chantelle to her car. She’s only had a couple of drinks, so she’s good to drive. Otherwise, I’d be calling her a cab. Friends don’t let friends drink and drive and all that. She climbs in, and I lean down, staring at her. “He’s going to grill me now, you know that, don’t you?”
She grins. “I hope so. Maybe he’ll knock some serious sense into you.”
“You’re awful.”
“Love you, chicky.”
She shuts the door and pulls away with a big wave. Cheeky bitch. I glance back at the house and exhale. I know I’m going to get questioned when I go back in there. I slowly start walking back in and stop at Mason’s bike, glancing do
wn at it. So fucking beautiful. I run my fingers over the tank, over the seat, and admire the power and strength that radiates off it.
It’s him.
All over.
A hard body comes up behind mine, and for a moment, I startle. I didn’t hear anyone coming. A big hand goes around and grabs hold of the handlebar, effectively trapping me against the bike, but not in an aggressive way. Which tells me right away it’s Mason. My heart starts pounding, because what the hell is he doing? And why don’t I want him to stop? Feeling his hard body pressing against mine makes everything go to jelly. My skin prickles, and my body comes alive.
“You payin’ out some debt for that fucker?” he murmurs into my ear, making my body shiver.
“Yes,” I whisper.
I don’t know what’s happening right now.
Manipulation! He’s manipulating me with his manly powers.
And I like it.
A lot.
“Why?” he growls, hand moving from the handlebar and going to my belly, where he splays it out and presses me back against him.
I can’t breathe.
I want more.
“Because I feel guilty,” I whisper.
“Not good enough.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Then I’ll tell you what you’re goin’ to do. You’re goin’ to remove him from your life and let him pay off his own debts.”
His hand slides lower, skimming the top of my shorts. Oh, God. My pussy pulses beneath my panties. I want him. Right here. On this bike. Now.
“I can’t do that.”
“You’re goin’ to do that.”
“No,” I say firmly, but my voice hitches because he spins me around until my ass is pressed against his seat and he’s right there, in my space, big body between my legs, bike holding me up.
“Yeah, you fuckin’ are.”
“Last time I checked, you weren’t the one who made the rules …”
“Am now,” he growls, putting a hand to my chest and pushing me back on the seat.
“What are you doing?” I breathe.
“Can’t wait a fuckin’ second longer. I’m goin’ to fuck you. Right here. Right now. Show you what a real fuckin’ man feels like.”
Oh.
My.
God.
He drops to his knees and my back fully hits the seat. He turns my bottom half just slightly so he’s able to gain access to it, and he jerks my shorts off like they are merely an inconvenience to him. And then I’m exposed, pussy open to the cool night, big biker between my legs, his hot breath puffing against my flesh.
What is happening?
Oh, man. I am going to cum just from anticipation.
His mouth dives between my legs, and I gasp, gripping something either side of me, terrified the bike is going to give way. His mouth parts and he takes my pussy into it, surrounding me with incredible warmth, making my body seize up with instant pleasure. I gasp and then moan, low and deep, as his tongue starts flicking against my already swollen clit.
Over and over, he flicks and teases, moving from sucking to licking to thrusting his tongue in places that have been untouched for so long.
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 th
e 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.
