South Coast Brothers: Part One

by Hamford, Kacey

  The Pirates MC were known for trying to keep the peace, some say they are more laid back and relaxed because they are way out here with the sea and beach surrounding them. This is a clubhouse a lot of MC’s come to when they needed neutral territory.

  “What do I get in return?” he asked, folding his hands together on the table top as I looked down over him.

  “What do you want?”

  “A favour in return.”

  “What is it?”

  “Don’t know yet, but you have to do whatever I need you to.”

  “Holes,” Tat said behind me. He didn’t like what I was about to agree to.

  “Done.” I held out my hand and he shook it, I just made a deal with the Devils. “Now, give me all the details. I want Intel on every Satan that’s still alive.”

  “Tap.” A shorter guy with blond hair stood up carrying his laptop. “Send everything you got to…” He stopped talking and looked at me. “Where do you want it sent?”

  “Toes, give him the details. Thank you.” I shook his hand and started to walk away.

  “I’ll be talking to you very soon.”

  I stormed out of the back door and was met with sand. I walked towards the sea and pulled my cigarettes out of my pocket; I had trouble lighting it as it was windy. I turned my back on the sea, cupped my hand around my fag and flicked the lighter. I breathed in a lung full of nicotine, this was the one thing apart from Cammie that calmed me.

  “I don’t know if that was the right thing to do, man,” Tat said from behind me. I didn’t acknowledge him, I didn’t turn around. If this was his woman I’d like to see him deny her the protection she needed. The peace of mind it would give her to know they were well and truly gone.

  “You don’t know what shit he is gonna expect from you or how dangerous.”

  “Did we get what we needed?”

  “Toes is just downloading all the details now.”

  “Then come back when you have information for me,” I snapped. I needed time to think, I needed more information either from Cammie or Ashlyn. I needed to know what bastard took my girl and tortured her. He would be sorry he ever laid a finger on her.

  Cammie

  I got out of bed early and started cleaning up after the party last night. I didn’t attend, without him here, I didn’t want to risk anyone thinking that I was a club whore. Drake was here to look after me and Ashlyn but I knew he would be busy working his way through the local women. The ones he was allowed to touch. Technically, Ashlyn wasn’t property of the MC but they vowed to protect her so that meant Drake wasn’t allowed to touch her either.

  I was dumping all the empty bottles into a bin, cleaning down the sticky tables and trying to get the passed out bodies up. I was used to seeing naked people so it didn’t bother me. I came across Titch, one of the newest prospects, he was short with long dark hair that touched his shoulders, tattoos covering just his arms and dark hair covering his chest. He was laid on the sofa with two girls either side of him. I nudged his foot with mine and his eyes popped open. His arms were crossed above his head and he raised an eyebrow at me, asking what I was doing.

  “You need to get up, the guys will be back soon.” He looked to both his sides, smiling. I’m sure he was remembering what had happened last night.

  “Well, sweetheart, I need to sort that out first.” He nodded to his manhood, which was fully erect. “So, unless you want to watch, I suggest you leave us in peace.”

  I stood in front of him, not really registering what he was saying. I only started moving away when he pulled the red head up over him and impaled her onto his cock. She let out a cry, throwing her head back. I turned around to leave and was almost knocked over by Daisy storming past me and out of the front door. Daisy was Heather’s sister. She was also married to the last VP, Hitch, until he was killed. She didn’t want to leave the club and no one seemed to know how well she was handling him being gone. She seemed fun and carefree when we first arrived, but now she was quiet, moody and was never usually around much.

  “Am I in your way?” I called out after her. The noise of skin slapping together and moans had me leaving the bar and heading into the kitchen. I was surprised by the mess, it looks like someone wanted a late night snack. There was bread, butter and meat left out on the kitchen worktop. Tomato sauce was slowing dripping down over the side and onto the floor. At least this would keep me busy for a little while. I rolled up my sleeves and got stuck in.

  “What you doing?” I heard behind me, making me jump. I looked over my shoulder to see Drake staring at me.

  “Building a rocket.” I rolled my eyes at him and he let out a loud laugh. “What a silly question, Drake.”

  “I meant, why are you cleaning?” He crossed his arms over his chest, making his dark t-shirt pull tight over his biceps.

  “Because it’s a mess.” I turned back around and carried on with the job I set out to do.

  “VP will be home soon, he won’t be happy if he sees you in here cleaning.”

  I knew that Mason didn’t want me working in the clubhouse, but I needed to do something to keep me busy. I was going stir crazy in here, I’ve never been one to sit back and let others run around after me. I needed to be active.

  “Yeah, I know. I’m just about finished anyway.” I put the cleaning supplies away and started making a batch of coffee.

  “Here, I can do that.” He took the jar of coffee out of my hands.

  “Drake, we’re supposed to look after you guys…”

  “The club bunnies are, not the Old Ladies.”

  “But, I’m not…”

  “You are.” He pulled a couple of mugs out of the cupboard above his head as I grabbed the milk out of the fridge. He finished making the coffees, adding sugar into mine. He passed me a cup and I smiled at him as I inhaled the smell of sweet aroma. One thing I couldn’t live without was coffee.

  “I’m going to enjoy this and catch up on the news,” Drake said as he was about to leave the room.

  “Um, Titch was in there and not alone.”

  “What the hell. I’m gonna move his scrawny, pale ass.” He placed his hand on the door and as he pushed it open, he turned back towards me. “No more cleaning.” I went to argue. “I mean it, Cammie.” I nodded and took a small sip from my mug. Drake turned to walk away and stopped abruptly.

  “Oh, hey VP.” My head shot up and a smile covered my face as I saw the handsome face of my man. But he wasn’t looking at Drake his eyes were burning into me, I couldn’t read his expression, he wasn’t smiling and he wasn’t scowling. I took a step closer and Drake hurried away.

  “I’m glad your home, I missed you.” I placed my hand flat on his chest and stood up on my tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. When he didn’t return it I took a step back and finished off my coffee.

  “Why have you been cleaning?”

  “I was just cleaning up after the party, it kept me busy while waiting for you to come home…”

  “You do not do the job of the club bunnies,” he cut me off. “Where the hell are they?” I shrugged my shoulders. I was up early, I didn’t sleep well and I was too excited about seeing Mason today. He grabbed the empty mug out of my hand and placed it on the kitchen side. When he stood back up to his full height he placed his hands on my hips and guided me back against the wall. I never took my eyes off his pale blue ones, they were swimming with desire. Just that look alone had my underwear wet. I loved how my body reacted to him and I was ready to be with him completely. I wanted him to erase all the bad memories, I wanted to only feel his touch on me. I wanted him to own my body and soul.

  “Cammie.” His lips were close to my ear.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “You do not clean. Ok?” His hands travelled up from my hips until they were touching the underside of my breasts. I nodded slowly, not taking my eyes off him. “Words, I want to hear the words.”

  “Yes,” I whimpered. I wound my arms around his neck and pulled him in even
closer so we were chest to chest. “Now, kiss me.”

  “Oh, I’m gonna do more than kiss you.” He smirked and my eyes lit up. I wanted to feel him all over me; the heat from his skin, the roughness of his hands, the stubble from his face. He slammed his lips down onto mine and I immediately plunged my tongue into his mouth. I stood up on my tiptoes, trying to get closer to him. He knew what I was trying to do. He picked me up and I wound my legs around his waist, moving my body over the top of his. I needed to feel more of him. I let out a whimper and he pulled back.

  “Don’t stop,” I pleaded.

  “Not here.” He took a step back and my feet landed on the floor. He pulled my hand into his and we headed for his room. I was surprised when we stopped a few doors away. Mason banged hard on the door, whose room was this? I was surprised when I saw a naked Lottie answering the door, yawning.

  “Oh, hi, VP.” She smiled, reaching up and fluffing her long dark, curly black hair which, in turn, caused her breasts to bounce.

  “Get up, do your job or you’ll be out. Got it?” he sneered at her.

  “We’ve only been in bed for a couple of hours.” She yawned.

  “Not my problem, I will not have my Old Lady cleaning up when you four should be doing it.”

  “Old Lady?” she asked, sounding surprised. I pulled my hand out of Mason’s and stood at the side of the door, I didn’t really want to be standing there staring at her perfect body, she didn’t have scars. Why would Mason want me, when he could be with someone like her? Someone flawless.

  “Yes, she’s my Old Lady, not that I have to answer myself to you. Get the other girls up and get this place looking as it should be.”

  He turned away from the door and looked at me, smiling.

  “Now, where were we?”

  I walked over to his door and pushed it open. I stood still in the middle of the room, not sure what to do. He wrapped his hands around me from behind and I heard the door slam shut. I quivered in his arms, I really wanted to be with him but maybe I’m not cut out to be in this lifestyle anymore. Maybe I needed a fresh start, on my own, in another country.

  “What’s running through that pretty little mind of yours?”

  “Nothing.” I spoke so quietly I don’t know if he heard me. He spun me around to face him and his hands were on my hips again.

  “What’s going on?” I didn’t answer him, I stared at his chest. I felt his hands move under my t-shirt and his right hand was dangerously close to my scar. He would be able to feel it. When he moved again I jumped back away from him. I could feel the tears running down my face, I tried to stop them but they just kept coming and coming.

  “Hey, hey. What’s all this?” He placed his hands on either side of my face and used his thumbs to wipe away my tears. It was no use they wouldn’t stop falling.

  “I think I should go,” I whispered, stepping back from him again. I still couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye.

  “Go?” he asked and I heard the word catch in his throat, I looked up and his eyes were full of worry. “You can’t go, you can’t leave me.”

  “I have to, I’m no good for you…”

  “Stop that. Have I ever made you feel like you weren’t good enough for me? That I wanted someone else? That I didn’t love you?”

  I shook my head. If I was completely honest with myself he made me happy, he made me smile and he made me feel like I finally belonged somewhere. That I was loved.

  “Then why are you threatening to leave me? Don’t you love me?” His fists were clenched at the side of his body. It wasn’t because he was mad, it was because he wanted to touch me and I had backed away from him. He was trying not to push me too much.

  “Mason, I do love you. I love you so much.” I placed my hand over my heart. “This belongs to you and only you. But I don’t think I can stay.”

  “I don’t understand, I love you, you love me and yet you wanna run away?”

  “I just… I… I’m… You have perfect girls out there, with hot bodies. Why would you want me when you can have them?”

  “Why would I want them, when I only have eyes for you? You’re mine, Cammie. I’m not letting you go.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

  “You’d keep me here against my will? Tie me up? Not let me leave? Just like they did!” I screamed the last bit.

  “What? Fuck, no!” He stepped closer to me and pulled me up against his chest, he placed his lips on my neck and took some deep breaths. He did this when he was angry or upset, this seemed to calm him down.

  “Do you see how much I need you?” His lips moved against my skin, his stubble scratching me. “You complete me.”

  A sob caught in my throat at his words, I needed him too. To chase away the bad dreams – I hadn’t had one single nightmare since being with him. To help me forget the bad times, but in order to do that and move on I needed to tell him, no I needed to show him.

  I took a step away from him and panic took over his face. I kissed him gently.

  “I’m sorry…”

  “No, Cammie, don’t do this. Please?” He went to grab me again and I took his hand in mine and squeezed it.

  “I’m sorry I haven’t been honest with you. I love you so much Mason and being with you has made me the happiest I’ve ever been.”

  “Then…” I placed my finger on his lips to stop him talking.

  “I’m trying really hard here. This isn’t easy for me.” I stopped talking and took a deep breathe. I let go of his hand, grabbed the edge of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head.

  “Cam, you don’t have to…” He stopped talking and his eyes zeroed in on my scar. “What’s that?”

  “I know, it’s horrible. This is why I shouldn’t be here, you can have any girl you want. One that isn’t scarred.”

  He dropped to his knees in front of me and gently glided his fingers over it.

  “When did this happen?”

  I gulped, took a deep breath and spoke about the memories that I had tried to keep hidden for so long. “The Satan MC. They done that right before Blade came and rescued me, said it was a message not to mess with them.”

  “Who did this?” He stood up, picked me up and we curled up on the small sofa together. I didn’t put my top back on, I needed to somehow be strong and find a way to bring my confidence back.

  “They called him Switch. He was about six foot, dark hair, beard and tattoos covering him. He liked to… He liked to use his switchblade as he found his release. He was the clubs VP. Ashlyn was his favourite. He was always dragging her away and keeping her away for days.”

  “Was he the one who took you from the Devon clubhouse?”

  “No, that was Preppy. He was very different from the rest of the guys. He wore his leather cut but he was always well dressed in trousers and polo shirts, he had slicked back blond hair and bright white teeth.”

  “Fuck, babe. I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

  “Yeah, but they were coming for Heather. I’m glad she didn’t have to go through that.”

  “Can you tell me anymore?”

  “Not today. I just want to feel you. Do you want me to leave?” I looked up at him.

  “Fuck, no. I love you, baby. I want you here with me, I want you as my Old Lady. The full works.” He smiled back at me. I stretched up so I could capture his lips in a kiss, it soon got heated and Mason pulled me into his lap, so I was straddling him. His hands were on my hips and as they began to explore my skin he touched over my scar and I shivered.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No, it’s a bit sensitive. I’m just not used to anyone touching it.” I ran kisses over his jaw and down his neck. I pulled at the edge of his t-shirt, I wanted to feel his warm skin on mine. He sat up which caused us to be nose to nose which made me giggle.

  “I love that sound, I will always promise to make you smile.” He promised as he yanked his t-shirt off over his head and threw it onto the floor.

  “And I promise to make sure you never
need to look for another woman.” I scooted back on his knees and popped the button open on his jeans.

  “Cam, you don’t have to.”

  “Oh, so you don’t like having your cock sucked?” I had sunk to the floor in between his legs and looked up at him, my palms flat on his thighs.

  “Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about those lips.” I smiled and began pulling his jeans down, his hips rose off the sofa to help me. He wasn’t wearing any boxers and he was rock hard. I gasped when I saw the piercings. I knew he was a piercer and that his lip, eyebrow, tongue and nipple was pierced, but I didn’t know about these. I had never been with a guy who had his cock pierced before. I grabbed the bottom of his shaft and stroked upwards. I felt a barbell on the underside, he had one low on his cock by his balls and the same one the other side near his pelvis. I flicked the Prince Albert piercing on the top.

  “Oh shit,” he swore, laying his head back on the sofa. As my hand moved back down and gently over the piercings, I stuck out my tongue and played with the hoop in the tip of his cock. He was swearing, grunting and panting and I hadn’t even taken him into my mouth fully yet.

  “Take your bra off,” he demanded. I reached around and unclipped my bra at the same time as I pulled him into my mouth. I wasn’t sure how the piercings would feel and I was worried about hurting him. He glided in and out of my mouth easily, the two bottom piercings not making it into my mouth. I loved having control over him. I looked up at him and he was watching me. His hands were gripping onto the edge of the sofa so hard that his knuckles were turning white. I wondered if he was scared to touch me, in case he triggered a bad memory. This was one thing they never made me do. I knew that Mason loved to feel my hair when it was down and at the minute it was piled on top of my head again. I put it out of the way when I was cleaning. As I took him to the back of my throat again, I grabbed his right hand and placed it on my hair where my hair was tied up, I gave him an encouraging nod and he pulled the tie, causing my hair to fall around my shoulders. He tucked a piece behind my ear so he could see my face, my movements increased and his hold on my head tightened, I knew he was close. His chest was heaving up and down, a small line of sweat tricked down his forehead.