by Bella Jewel
Maverick rolls his eyes. “Whipped, brother.”
“And you ain’t?”
I snort, and my eyes go back to Saskia, who has now invited the fuckwit to sit down and is leaning toward him, tits poking out of that dress, smiling that smile and laughing that laugh and fuck me, I don’t like it. I don’t fucking like it at all. I know what she’s doing, and it’s working. My blood is fucking boiling.
“Look like you’re about to pop a top, Mason,” Boston snorts. “Get over there and play just as hard.”
I grunt.
“And you say I’m whipped.” Malaki chuckles. “Our boy here is getting led around by his dick right now.”
“Get fucked,” I mutter.
They all laugh.
Fuckers.
But they’re right.
Very soon, I’ll go over there.
And show her I’m not one to be messed with.
~*~*~*~
SASKIA
“Red alert, red alert!” Scarlett mouths when I glance in her direction about half an hour later.
The guy, AJ, who joined us at our table, is actually decent. He’s friendly, and hot, and super nice. I’m actually quite enjoying his company. So much so, I forgot I was trying to make Mason jealous until a few minutes ago, when I was reminded of the purpose. So, I turned up the heat, putting a hand on AJ’s leg, leaning in when I talked, laughing extra loud, you know the drill.
I turn at Scarlett’s words and see Mason stalking over to the table. My heart kicks up a gear and I watch as he approaches, mouth dry, not really sure what to do. I hope poor AJ doesn’t get in trouble for this, because he’s honestly not doing anything wrong, poor guy. Mason stops at the table, lip curled, muscles bulging from that sexy black shirt he’s wearing, eyes icy on AJ.
“Get up.”
AJ looks up at him, and his eyes widen. “Sorry, bro, am I doing something wrong here?”
“Yeah, the woman you’re touchin’, ain’t yours to touch.”
AJ looks to me, then back to Mason, then back to me. “You’re with him?”
I snort. “No, I am not.”
“She is,” Mason points out.
“Not,” I add.
“Fuckin’ is. Now stand up and get the fuck away from her before I make you.”
AJ moves quickly. I can’t say I blame him, I wouldn’t take on Mason, either. God knows he’d probably knock him down in a split second. “Sorry, man,” AJ says and then disappears.
“That was rude,” I snap.
Mason doesn’t hesitate. “Stand up.”
“Um, no.”
“Fuckin’ now, Saskia.”
“I beg your pardon but I’m not here to—”
He leans down, grabs hold of me, launches me out of the chair and, before I know it, I’m over his shoulder and he’s striding, literally striding, out of the bar with me. People are clapping and hooting, but it’s Chantelle’s voice I hear the loudest. “Ha, I knew it!”
Bitch.
She totally called it.
Mason storms out of the bar, me hanging over his shoulder, ass no doubt on display.
“Mason,” I croak when we get outside, slapping his back with my open hands. “I’m freakin’ showing my ass to everyone. Put me down.”
He reaches back, big hand splayed, and slaps my ass so hard I squeal.
“Put me down, you giant ape!”
“Shut your mouth, or I’ll give you something to shut it with.”
“You did not just tell me to—”
He throws me down, keeping me on my feet with one hand, and before I know what’s happening I’m being backed into a brick wall, his big body pressing against mine, pinning me in, trapping me. My breath hitches and I look up at him through my lashes, lips parted, not really sure what I’m supposed to say or do.
“First thing,” he growls. “Do not ever try and make me jealous. I don’t deal with jealousy. It’ll only end in you gettin’ fucked really really hard by me when I’m pissed, which isn’t always good.”
Mmmm.
Good lord.
“Second thing.” He reaches down, taking the hem of my dress and pulling it up slowly, fingers grazing my skin as he does. “I’m touchin’ you, no other man is touchin’ you.”
“Seriously? You were fucking Petra and—”
“I’m not fuckin’ done talkin’,” he cuts me off with a whip of his voice.
His fingers keep moving my dress up until it is around my waist. Then they travel back down and he starts playing with my panties, moving them back and forth over my pussy. I gasp, because it feels good. So fucking good.
“I’m not fucking Petra anymore. Didn’t invite her into my house today. Didn’t fuck her. Right now, I’m fuckin’ you. I’m not a player. I’m not a pile of shit. I don’t use women.”
Oh, boy.
“And fuckin’ thirdly,” he growls, dipping his finger beneath my panties and finding my pussy, wet and aching for him. “I don’t like women who run out on me, instead of talkin’ to me. You got a problem, you open your mouth and talk. Understand me?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Good,” he growls, spreading my legs a little and thrusting a finger inside me. I gasp and moan, clutching his jacket. “I’m goin’ to fuck you now, and you’re goin’ to walk back inside there with my cum dripping out of you, so I know no other fuckin’ man is goin’ anywhere near you tonight.”
Good lord.
His possession is hot. So incredibly fucking hot.
I don’t get a chance to say anything more because he moves his fingers from my pussy and fumbles around with his jeans, then my leg is around his hip, his fingers are gripping my ass, and his cock is sliding into me. I whimper at the invasion of the hard length I’m coming to love so much. It feels incredible, so fucking good.
And there, against the wall. He fucks me.
Raw and primal.
Angry and passionate.
He fucks me in a way I’ve not been fucked before, and it feels incredible.
So fucking good.
~15~
SASKIA
“You’re a little ho,” Chantelle giggles later that night when I’m back inside, still aching from Mason fucking me against the wall, still throbbing from the pleasure he brought to me.
“I couldn’t help it, he gave me no choice.” I grin, and she wiggles her brows.
“I can’t say I blame you, girl, I would have been all over that, too.”
I look over at Mason, who is watching me with a rugged expression, dark and dangerous, possessive even. My skin tingles. No man has ever looked at me like that before, and I’m starting to think I just might like it. A lot.
“I’m starting to think round two might be on the cards for later,” I say to Chan, grinning.
“I wish that was me, I’m too afraid to go and speak to Boston,” she admits, “He looks so … scary.”
“Speaking of Boston, are you totally sure Penny isn’t into him? I kind of feel like she is.”
Chantelle’s eyes widen. “She told me she isn’t, though.”
“Yeah, but she looks hesitant when she said that, like she was saying it purely because she didn’t want to admit she likes him.”
Chantelle frowns. “She told me again, when you were outside with Mason, that I should go talk to him.”
Wait, she did? That’s strange. Maybe I did read it wrong.
“Oh, maybe I read it wrong then, it just looked to me like she was far more into him than she was letting on, you know?”
Chantelle purses her lips. “I’ll tread carefully, but at the same time, if she isn’t going to claim him …”
She does make a point, but still, this could get very very messy. If Penelope really does have something for Boston and Chantelle pursues it, it could end up causing a big problem.
“Just be careful, okay.”
“I’m not going to steal her man, Sas, but if he approaches me, and we connect, I’m not going to say no, either. Not if she is telling
me to go ahead, twice!”
True.
“Fair call.”
The other girls return from smooching with their men, except Penelope, of course, because she was getting the next round of drinks.
“So.” Scarlett wiggles her brows. “Mason looks all broody and protective. What happened outside?”
“Let’s just say, when she gets up, that seat is going to be wet.” Chantelle laughs.
“Chan!” I giggle. “Ew!”
“Atta girl,” Charlie yells. “Go and get him!”
“Technically, he came and got me, but I certainly got him after that …”
Scarlett squeals, causing all the men to turn and around and look. “Nothing to see here,” she tells them.
“Do you think you and Mason have something?” Amalie asks me, sipping her drink.
“To be totally honest with you, I have no idea what Mason and I are doing except having sex. But, he told me when he’s with me, I’m not to be with anyone else, so I’m not entirely sure what he means by that.”
I shrug and take a sip of my drink.
“Bikers are possessive, you’ve been warned,” Charlie points out. “If he’s saying that, there is a good chance you’re not going anywhere. Do you like him?”
I frown. “I mean, I do, he makes me feel things that I’ve literally never felt before and the sex, oh my lord, but I’m not even two months out of a long-term relationship …”
“They say,” Penelope adds in, “to get over someone, you need to get under someone else!”
“Penny!” Scarlett gasps. “You’re a secret devil!”
She laughs. “It’s just a saying.”
“That’s probably all it is, some sort of rebound, right?” I say, pursing my lips in contemplation.
“Or maybe you realized your ex-boyfriend is a twat waffle and you can do better,” Chantelle throws in.
Scarlett nods. “What she said.”
“Maybe, but I don’t want to get too serious if it’s not. I’m not certain I’m over Enzo. I feel so good right now, it feels almost like a trap, like I’m going to wake up tomorrow and be utterly heartbroken still, and this thing with Mason is just a band-aid.”
“Maybe it is,” Amalie says, softly. “But that doesn’t mean it can’t grow. I mean, it might be a rebound right now, but in a few months, eventually, you might just find yourself over Enzo and wanting Mason.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I definitely want Mason,” I say, cheeks getting warm at the thought of the way he just took me outside. “I just don’t want to get hurt, either.”
“Well, we can’t say take it slow, because he’s already taken a dive into your panties, but just enjoy it, have fun with it, and see what happens. I think that’s all you can do,” Charlie adds, nodding at me.
“You’re right.”
“Speaking of Enzo, that douche, do you still talk to him?” Scarlett asks.
“Nah, I haven’t again since I told him I wasn’t coming back and I was done. Obviously, you saw the kind stranger he sent to me, or at least we think he sent to me. I’m starting to learn that everything I thought Enzo was was a lie.”
“And your skanky ho of a sister?” Charlie asks. “I could kill that woman, and I don’t even know her.”
“Still pregnant, as far as I know. No doubt still scheming against me. I’m certain she’s after something, I’m just not sure what. Or maybe it’s purely the fact that she likes to hurt me. I’m not sure why we never had the sisterly attachment, but it just isn’t there. She’ll do anything she can to make me suffer.”
“What a cow!” Scarlett huffs.
“Oh, she is,” Chantelle throws in. “They are nothing alike. At all. I could poke her eyes out. I’ve always hated her.”
“Still, it must have been awful to be betrayed by your own blood.” Amalie sighs. “I couldn’t imagine anything worse.”
“Yeah, it isn’t nice to find your boyfriend balls deep in your sister, let me tell you,” I mutter.
“Oh, my god,” Penny gasps. “That’s … horrible.”
“And she’s now pregnant,” Charlie tells Penny.
“What!” Penny cries. “People are actually that heartless? My god!”
“Yep.” I nod. “That’s my sister, my blood. She loves taking what isn’t hers.”
“Imagine if she got her sights on Mason,” Chantelle mutters.
I glance over at Mason.
No, I don’t want to imagine that. Not at all. If my sister got her sights on him, I can guarantee she would take her chances.
I don’t know what I did to deserve such shitty family, but I’ll be glad the day I find a way to have them out of my life for good.
Especially her.
Yes, especially her.
~16~
MASON
What the fuck?
I stare at the man hovering near my front porch, staring up into the house, fingering a gun that’s tucked into the back of his jeans. Can’t be fucking serious? This mother fucker actually has the nerve to come to my house, knowing full well who lives here? Has word spread so fast, that these pricks are coming in to attempt to get cash? Things they can sell for cash? All because of Saskia’s stupid fucking ex-boyfriend?
I move slowly toward the man. Good thing I took my truck tonight and left it out front on the street. I did that so people would know someone is here; makes me feel better when we’re sleeping at night. But, it worked in my favor especially now because this idiot doesn’t know I’m rolling in behind him, but he’s about to find out. Oh, yeah, he’s about to fucking find out.
I’ll make an example of him.
Nobody is fucking with my home.
Or my girl.
I take slow steps until I’m basically up against his back. He notices at the last second that someone is behind him, but it’s too late. I jerk the gun out of his pants and press it to the back of his head. He goes still. “You didn’t honestly think you could come into my house and I wasn’t goin’ to find you and fuck you up, did you?”
“Listen, man, I’m just here to talk to Saskia and—”
It just gets better.
“With a fuckin’ gun.”
“Only because we heard bikers live here. I didn’t want to be fuckin’ shot down. I just have a message for her.”
“Good.” I shove the gun into the back of his head and he winces. “You can tell us together. Walk.”
“Listen—”
“Fuckin’ walk, now,” I growl.
He takes a shaky step, then another, and walks up the front steps.
“Saskia!” I boom, my voice thundering along the patio. “Open the door.”
It takes a few minutes, but the door swings open and Saskia appears. Her eyes go to the man and widen immediately. “What’s going on? Who is he?”
“Someone here to deliver a message to you, apparently. Found him snoopin’ around out the front, with a gun.”
Saskia goes a little pale and looks at the man. “What message?”
“We’re gettin’ to that,” I mutter.
I shove the man inside and growl at Saskia. “Top drawer of my room. Cuffs. Get them.”
“Listen, man, I’m not here to cause trouble, got paid money to send a message and then that’s it, not here to hurt anyone or—”
“What the fuck do I care what you got to come to my house and threaten my girl?”
Saskia appears a moment later with cuffs, and I tell her to cuff the man. She does, grabbing his hands angrily, not afraid at all. She looks pissed now. No doubt she is; I would be too if my ex-boyfriend kept sending people over to threaten me.
I spin the man around once he’s cuffed and shove him down on the sofa, then I quickly check the gun. Loaded. Thought as much. I point it at him. Saskia steps up to my side.
“Talk,” I growl. “And make it the truth. I’m in a bad mood and I’m more than willing to put a bullet in you, those kneecaps look promising.”
The man stares at me, horrified, then looks t
o Saskia.
“All this over her?”
I step forward and my fist connects with his face, hard. A loud crack radiates through the room, and he falls backward, roaring in pain, blood spurting from a wound I just created underneath his eye. Skin peels back beautifully there, one hit and it splits right open.
“What the fuck?” he roars.
“I could have done that,” Saskia mutters, crossing her arms.
“Not your job to defend you, sweetheart, it’s mine,” I rasp, panting.
“It would have given me great satisfaction.”
“Next time, baby.”
She smiles at me.
Yeah.
Fuck yeah.
“Now, insult her once more, and I’ll do worse. Tell me what you’re here for, and I might let you walk out uninjured, kind of.” I stare at his eye. “If not, I’ll make sure you never walk out of here again.”
“Enzo sent me,” the man splutters, holding a hand over the blood running from his eye. “He said he wants the money she promised him. That she isn’t getting away with it, and he’ll keep putting people on her until she gives him what she said she’d give him.”
I snort. “Some motherfucker in prison sent you around here?”
“He’s more powerful than you think. Enzo doesn’t mess around. He’s pissed. He has people on his back. He’s getting desperate. She made him a deal. Then she backed out. He’s not happy, and he wants her to know he’ll not stop until she delivers.”
“You can tell fuckin’ Enzo—”
“No,” Saskia says. “He’ll tell Enzo nothing. We’ll tell Enzo …”
I look to her. “The fuck?”
“You and me, we’re going to pay Enzo a visit tomorrow.”
My eyes flash, and I grin at her.
I like the way she thinks. Fuck yeah, I like it.
“No one threatens me,” she huffs, crossing her arms. “Especially not that dick.”
That’s my kind of girl.
“What are we going to do about him?” she asks, nodding her head in the direction of the man staring at both of us.
“No use to us.” I shrug.
Her eyes sparkle.
“No, you’re right, he’s not. I’m sure nobody will miss him.”
