Iron Fury MC Boxed Set

by Bella Jewel

  I shrug. “If you want to be fucked in the same sheets he fucked me in only two nights ago, by all means, I won’t stop you.”

  Her mouth drops open. And for a moment, she just stares at me. “He wouldn’t fuck you. Look at you, you’re like a pretty boy.”

  Well, I’ve been called worse things in my life.

  Pretty boy isn’t so bad.

  I cross my arms. “Ask him, I’m sure he’ll tell you. After all, you’re not his girlfriend, you’re just a woman he fucks because you can’t take a hint.”

  Her nose scrunches up. “I can guarantee I fuck him a thousand times better than you ever could, little girl.”

  “I prefer pretty boy, and I’m sure you do. Didn’t stop him riding me in that bed, over and over …”

  “Get out!” she screeches.

  “Gladly, but make sure you keep the comforter on when you have sex with him. We exchanged a lot of bodily fluids.” I scrunch my nose up. “You know what I mean? The man is insatiable.”

  Her face goes red, and she shakes a little. It makes me feel a whole lot better about myself. For a second, anyway.

  “I don’t believe you. Last time we were together, he told me he couldn’t stand you, that you were, and I quote, ‘annoyin’ as fuck and he wouldn’t have you here if you didn’t do such a good job’. His words, not mine.”

  Asshole.

  He probably did say that, too.

  Hell, he’s probably fucking us both for fun.

  Seems like his style. Still, I’m not letting this bitch get to me.

  Hell no.

  I stare at her, and she grins, like she’s won.

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” I say, “was that supposed to upset me?”

  She scowls.

  “Enjoy those crusty old sheets … Wait, what’s your name? He’s never mentioned it.”

  She huffs, and I turn and walk out.

  I move down to my room and step inside, closing the door for a moment. God damn. That hurt in a really strange way. I’ve never felt that feeling before. I’ve felt outrage, and raw hurt, and anger, especially when I found Enzo in bed with my sister, but I’ve never actually felt jealousy. I’ve never had a reason to be jealous. I was with Enzo for so long, and until he became a giant dick, he never gave me any reason to be jealous.

  Before him, I don’t know, I guess I was always just confident and didn’t care.

  So, why the fuck do I care now?

  I decide fuck Mason, I’ll clean his house tomorrow.

  I’m having a day off. He won’t fire me. I do too good of a job, remember?

  I pull out a bathing suit, text Chantelle, and tell her we’re going to the lake before going out tonight, and then I gather some sexy as hell clothes to go out in and turn, strutting down the stairs and to the front door.

  As I open it, Mason is just pulling his keys out. We come face to face, and his eyes drop to my clothes and he frowns. “Where are you goin’?”

  “I’m having a day off. If you fire me, so be it. You’ll regret it, and we both know it. I need a break.”

  I go to step past him, but his hand curls around my upper arm. “Not a good idea goin’ out alone.”

  “I won’t be alone, I’ll be with Chantelle, at the lake, with a shit load of hot men and this gorgeous red bikini I’ve been dying to wear out.”

  Mason’s eyes flash and he leans down. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  “Mason?”

  We both turn and see skanky Barbie standing at the top of the stairs, looking so hot even I want to lick her, and I can’t stand the stupid cow. Mason’s eyes widen, and that feeling slams into my chest again. Fuck. Fuck this. “Petra?”

  Ugh. Even her name is sexy.

  “Oh, I forgot, your little girlfriend is here for you. I wasn’t supposed to be here, so she informed me. So, I’m going to go out and let you enjoy that.”

  I snatch my arm out of his and walk out.

  Not looking back.

  Dammit.

  Fuck.

  ~13~

  SASKIA

  Chantelle giggles, and I glare at her.

  “Why the actual fuck are you giggling at me?”

  “You’re jealous. I can’t believe it. I’ve seen every emotion from you, but never jealousy. It’s adorable.”

  “I’m not jealous!” I snap.

  Oh. But I am. So jealous. Insanely jealous. Fuck.

  “Oh, honey, you are. You really are. Nothing to be ashamed of, I get jealous all the time.”

  “How?” I mutter. “With knockers like those, you have nothing to be jealous about in other women.”

  She looks down and wiggles her boobs. “True. But still, we’re women, it happens. It’s a good thing, though.”

  “How?” I cross my arms across my far flatter chest than hers.

  “It means you’re getting over Enzo. If you were still fully in love with him, you wouldn’t care about what Mason thinks. You certainly wouldn’t have slept with him, which by the way, you still owe me details on.”

  I roll my eyes. But I think she makes a point, about the Enzo bit, anyway. My feelings in regard to that are all over the place. I’m still really hurt, but at the same time, cutting him off and stepping away has helped, but it’s also coming to the realization that he’s a dick and, because of that, I don’t want anything to do with him. The images still haunt me, though, and hurt far more than I’d like.

  But Mason sure helps.

  “He’s a rebound,” I point out.

  That’s logical, right?

  Mason is a rebound, probably why I’m jealous. They say you get attached to rebounds for a little bit before moving on.

  Chantelle shrugs. “Maybe, but what a gorgeous rebound to have. You should be having fun with it.”

  “How can I when he’s probably at home right now tying Petra up and fucking her hard?”

  Chantelle giggles again. “Gosh, you really do have it bad.”

  I huff and throw my hands up. “How do I make it stop? It sucks ass, Chan. I don’t like it, not one bit.”

  “You can’t make it stop. That’s the joy of feelings, they do whatever they want. What you can do, though, is give him something in return to be a little envious about.”

  “Like what? He can have whoever he wants. I highly doubt he’d be envious over anything to do with me.”

  Chantelle raises her brows. “Men always want what they can’t have. Those women are easy to him. When we’re out tonight, and we know they’re all going to be there, act like you don’t know him. Have fun. Be wild. Laugh out loud. And most importantly, flirt your head off with other men. I promise you, by the end of the night, he’ll be all ‘Petra who?’”

  “That seems childish,” I point out.

  She grins and nods. “Oh, it absolutely is, but it’ll work. I promise he’ll have you over his shoulder and strutting out with you by the end of the night. Then he’ll probably fuck your brains out. I want those details, too.”

  I lean back on my elbows, staring at a group of hot men diving into the lake.

  “I don’t know if I have it in me to play games. I’m a realist. Down to earth …”

  Chantelle punches me in the arm. “Ow!” I cry. “What was that for?”

  “We’re women, we were born to play games. Trust me, just this once. I promise you, you won’t regret it.”

  I rub my arm and glare at her. “Fine, but if it backfires, you better find me some really really hot men to get over it with.”

  “Done! And speaking of really, really hot men. Any of those bikers still single?”

  “Boston, I think.”

  “Mmmm,” she murmurs, rubbing her chin. “Boston and Chantelle. I like it. Introduce me.”

  I grunt. “You’ve been introduced, you ho, and Boston is a nice guy. Silent and deadly. Not really your type. You’re far too loud.”

  She grins. “Challenge accepted.”

  “Oh, lord. This is going to be an interesting night.”

  “I can k
nock the socks off any man, you just watch. Boston and I will be having a wild night tonight.”

  “He might not like big titties.”

  She giggles and wiggles her boobs again, catching the attention of every man in a twenty-yard vicinity. “Isn’t that right, boys?”

  A few grin.

  Good lord.

  The girl is completely unstoppable.

  Tonight should be … interesting.

  ~*~*~*~

  SASKIA

  “Girlllll,” Scarlett says, launching out of her chair and rushing over to me. “You look so freakin’ hot. Where did you get that dress?”

  I glance down at the very tight, very clingy, very short black dress Chantelle told me I had to wear. Apparently, my sexy hot dress was absolutely not sexy and hot and she threatened to murder me if I even attempted to walk out the door in it. She then insisted on doing my hair, and make up, and now I look like a Barbie doll.

  Only a short one.

  “Chantelle forced it upon me.” I grin, sitting down at the table and waving to the other girls.

  “I didn’t force her,” Chantelle says, sitting down. “Hello, ladies, I’m Chantelle. You three are freaking gorgeous and I’m in love with you.”

  The three girls laugh.

  “Amalie,” Amalie says, smiling.

  “Charlie.” Charlie grins.

  “Scarlett.”

  Chantelle’s eyes light up. “I know who you are! Eeek! I have tickets to your show in December. I can’t freaking wait. I am such a huge fan. Lord, you have no idea. Are you excited about going on tour again?”

  Scarlett frowns. “No. Not really. I’m sure the press will have another field day with me.”

  “Lifestyles of the rich and famous,” I point out.

  “Gosh, if I stare at you all night, don’t be alarmed,” Chantelle gushes. “Can I get your signature?”

  Scarlett laughs. “Sure.”

  Chantelle hands her the very expensive purse she’s holding, after then pulls out a sharpie. Scarlett laughs. “You come prepared.”

  “I’ve been waiting to meet you, you have no idea! This is amazing. I can’t believe nobody is over here swarming your table.”

  “She’s already been swarmed three times since we’ve been in here.” Amalie laughs softly. “Hence why we’re hiding in this booth.”

  Scarlett rolls her eyes.

  I glance over quickly at the group of bikers sitting at the table not far from us. They’re all chatting, but Mason’s eyes are on me, lingering. Yeah. He noticed the dress. He also noticed I have yet to acknowledge him. Childish? Perhaps. Fun? Oh, yes.

  “Mason looks like he wants to eat you alive, girl.” Charlie laughs. “Check out that stare.”

  “We’re not interacting with Mason tonight,” Chantelle says, pinching my arm so I look away.

  Scarlett claps. “Ohhh, do share.”

  Chantelle leans in, and even though I shove her, she doesn’t stop telling the story. She has no shame. Zero. “Our girl here has a case of the green-eyed monster.”

  “I do not!” I snap.

  Scarlett grins, and Charlie laughs. Amalie is the only one who looks slightly sympathetic to my cause.

  “You like Mason?” Charlie wiggles her brows. “Can’t say I blame you.”

  “I don’t like him, not, that’s—”

  “They had a few relations,” Chantelle blurts. “And today she found another woman all sprawled out on his bed, and she got a little jealous.”

  “My God, Chantelle, why don’t you tell them the color of my panties while you’re at it?”

  “Black thong. Anyway, I told her to strut her stuff tonight and not give him an ounce of her attention. Men love that shit, gets them every time.”

  “You slept with Mason?” Scarlett claps. “Ohhhh, this is great. You’re going to be one of us.”

  “I’m not going to be anything,” I try, but Charlie cuts me off with a grin and a squeal.

  “Yes, you two are perfect for each other.”

  “Shhh,” I hiss at her. “And no, we’re not. It was a bit of fun. He’s clearly pre-occupied with hot legs.”

  “Pfffft.” Scarlett waves a hand. “Mason isn’t serious about anyone. Except maybe you, judging by the look he’s giving you. Damn, girl, you better work it tonight. Let’s find some hot fella to really get his blood boiling.”

  I can’t help but smile.

  Because damn these girls, they’re addictive. And fun. And on my side.

  I love that.

  “What about that one? He’s glanced at our girl three times already,” Charlie says, pointing to a super-hot guy at the bar wearing a cowboy hat, tight jeans, and a black tee.

  Cute. But not really my type.

  “No, that one hasn’t taken his eyes off her,” Amalie says, pointing in the opposite direction where a rugged man in a checkered shirt and jeans is standing, staring at me with a grin.

  Mmmm.

  “That’s my kind of man!”

  “He’s totally checking you out!” Charlie squeaks happily. “Go over and talk to him, it’ll get Mason’s blood boiling.”

  I lean back in my chair and smile at the mysterious man. He grins back, and I know I’ve got him hook line and sinker. “Soon,” I murmur. “Let’s see if he comes to me first.”

  “Penelope!”

  Amalie jumps up and rushes over, and we all turn to see a pretty, curvy woman walking into the bar. She’s freaking cute. Like adorably so. She’s wearing a black and white polka dot dress and her long, thick, mousy brown hair is flowing around her shoulders. She has the lightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen, and the creamiest, most flawless skin. She’s adorable. Without a doubt.

  They approach the table.

  “Hey, Penny.” Scarlett smiles, waving.

  “Hey, Scar.”

  “Hey, girl,” Charlie beams.

  “Hey, Charlie.”

  “These are our new friends,” Amalie introduces, “Chantelle and Saskia. Guys, this is Penelope, but you can call her Penny. She’s a good friend of mine.”

  I wave to her and smile. Chantelle gives her a big, dazzling grin. The two of them sit.

  “We were just scoping to find a handsome man for our girl Saskia here,” Scarlett tells Penelope. “Mason is playing games with her.”

  Penny smiles. “Oh, sounds fun!”

  “She gets all the fun!” Chantelle huffs. “I want some, too. Only I want some fun with one of those bikers. Which one did you say didn’t have a woman?”

  “Boston, I think,” I say, shrugging.

  Scarlett looks to Penny, who flushes.

  “Oh, lord,” Chantelle squeaks, noticing the exchange. “Is he your boyfriend? Oh, I’m so sorry.”

  “No, no, no,” Penny laughs, putting her hands up. “No, he’s a friend. I work a few days a week as a carer for his sister.”

  “Oh,” Chantelle exhales. “I was so worried I had just put my foot in it big time.”

  “But I think our Boston likes Penny a little.” Amalie smiles.

  “Well, girl, I ain’t cutting your grass then.” Chantelle smiles at her.

  “No, please,” Penny says, waving a hand. “There is honestly nothing there. Go for it.”

  Chantelle beams, “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  Penny sounds convincing, but I can see the hesitation in her eyes. I would bet a solid fifty she’s into Boston. I’ll chat to Chantelle about it later; I won’t do it in front of everyone else. Chantelle isn’t easy, though she does love the male attention. She is also not one to take a man out from under another woman. But if that woman gives her the all clear, she’s not shy in having a go.

  And as much as Penny just gave her the all clear, I don’t think she means it. And from the look of Scarlett’s face, I think she has guessed as much, also.

  “Oh, oh, Saskia, hot dude is coming over!”

  I turn and flash my sexiest smile at the man coming over.

  Game on.

  Bab
y.

  ~14~

  MASON

  “Your girl is flirtin’ up a storm over there, brother.” Malakai grins, curling a hand around his beer and nodding in the direction of Saskia.

  “Couldn’t give a fuck what she’s doin’,” I mutter.

  “Bullshit,” Maverick chuckles. “You haven’t taken your eyes off her for a single fuckin’ second. Go and claim what’s yours.”

  “She caught Petra in my fuckin’ house wearin’ next to nothin’ today. She don’t want a bar of me, thinks I’m usin’ her.”

  “Are you?” Koda asks, staring at the girls for a second before looking back at me.

  “Fuck no, she’s a good woman, fuckin’ her is incredible. She ain’t over her ex, didn’t think we even had anythin’ to worry about.”

  “Clearly the girl is jealous by the way she walked in here with that fuckin’ tight ass dress,” Boston murmurs, staring at Penelope who just walked in.

  He’s right, though. Fuck me, Saskia looked fucking gorgeous walking through that door, all done up, dress clinging to her body. I could take her out right now and fuck her against the back of the building. My dick twitches just thinking of it. She’s playing games with me, can’t say I blame her. Petra came into my house uninvited, but Saskia doesn’t know that. And fuck only knows what Petra told her.

  Still, she’s making me fucking wild smiling at that man like that.

  Fuck.

  “Speakin’ of walkin’ in, what’s the deal with you and Penelope?” Malakai asks Boston.

  “No fuckin’ deal. She cares for my sister.”

  “You into her?”

  “We’re not in fuckin’ school, Prez. We’re in a fuckin’ biker club.”

  “Okay, rephrase. You been fuckin’ her?”

  Boston gives him a look. “She look like the kind of girl you just fuck?”

  “No, she does not,” Koda adds. “Looks sweet as fuckin’ hell. Good for you, considerin’ you’re a fuckin’ dick.”

  Boston glares at him.

  “How about Chantelle, then?” I throw in. “She’s been starin’ at you all night.”

  “Fuckin’ lovely,” Boston says, staring over at her. “Might hit her up later.”

  “I would be if I was a single man,” Malakai adds. “But lucky for me, I’ve got the sweetest one around, got no interest in the others.”