“I can’t go in there.” I backed away from Mason and he held my hand in a tight grip.
“Why can’t you?” He bent his knees so he could look into my eyes.
“Look at me, I’m six months pregnant and you want to take me into a room where people have lost their babies. That’s just not right.”
“Cammie, you are one of those women. I thought this would be good for you, to talk to other people that have gone through what you have?”
“No, Mason. It won’t feel right.”
“I’ve been speaking to the lady in charge of this event, she knows what you went through and that we are expecting a baby boy and she is really keen to meet you.” He pressed a kiss to my hand and I looked over his shoulder at the ballroom. People were laughing, joking and drinking. “It’s just a room full of rich men and women who are raising money for a great cause.”
“Ok, I’ll try. But if I feel uncomfortable, we can leave?”
“Absolutely and we can get back to the promise of you giving me head in the limo.” He laughed. I smacked him on the chest and he held hold of my hand and led me into the ballroom.
Mason
I was so very proud of Cammie, I knew she was worried about making other people feel uncomfortable but everyone was so kind to her. She had started talking to one woman, Pamela who gave birth to a still born and she herself was also pregnant. They moved off together to talk somewhere quieter a little while ago and I was now trying to find her.
I came across her talking to Cynthia, the organiser of this particular event. She was a lady in her early sixties, she had grey hair tied up into some sort of twist, a long flowing green ball gown and a silver clutch thing, one like Cammie had, that held their lipstick and shit in.
I sidled up beside Cammie and slipped my arm around her waist, kissing her on the side of her head. She smiled up to me and I took the hand Cynthia offered and kissed it politely. I didn’t want to interrupt their conversation.
“I’d love to help out more,” Cammie added. “How can I help?”
“Well, tonight is about building money for a new centre, one where mums and dads can feel comfortable coming and talking. We’re looking to venture into the southwest.”
“Wow, that’s great.” Cammie looked like she was thinking. “This is an auction right?”
“Yes. We have several items donated from people and they can go around the room.” She pointed to a set of tables. “And bid on the item you want. People have been very generous. There is a trip for two to Italy…”
“I want to donate…”
“That’s very kind of you, but…”
“My boys.” She nodded her head as the guys and Heather and Ashlyn started walking towards us. “Auction them off, for a date night.”
“Whoa, hold on a minute,” Toes complained.
“That’s very generous and probably would go down well, they’re all very handsome.” Cynthia smiled.
“It’s for a good cause, brother.” I chuckled.
“You too,” Cammie said to me and my face fell. Blade started laughing and Heather dug him in the ribs with her elbow.
“Oh look at that, Blade just volunteered himself.” Heather smiled.
“What?” He looked at her, annoyance covering his face.
“This is a marvellous idea, Cammie. Thank you.” Cynthia hugged her and then looked at all of us. “Follow me, boys.”
“You better win,” I growled at her.
“I don’t have any money,” she said gesturing with her hands.
“I’ll sort it. Bid big, baby.” I winked at her and followed the guy backstage.
Cammie
“Hello, ladies and gentlemen,” Cynthia began as she stood on the stage. “With thanks to Mrs. Cammie Cole, we have another auction about to take place. Ladies, gather around. This is for a date night with a badass biker.” The crowd cheered and clapped and I loved how much the other women were up for this.
“Are you going to bid on Blade?” I asked Heather.
“Maybe, I haven’t decided yet.” She laughed, taking a sip from her cocktail glass. “What about you Ash? Gonna bid on one?” Heather asked.
“Maybe, just as it’s a good cause.”
“Here we go, ladies, first up is Toes, he’s thirty two, a member of the Cornish Crusaders MC and he got his name from a fetish for women’s feet. Turn around so they can see all the goods.” She laughed and Toes did as she had asked. “Let’s start the bidding at fifty pounds.”
“Fifty quid?” he complained.
“One hundred pounds!” someone called out.
“A hundred and fifty!” A counter offer came in and it went on like that until he was sold for three hundred pounds.
“Wow, the ladies are loving this. Good idea, Cam,” Heather praised me.
“Next up, ladies, is Holes. Now I have to tell you this one is a married man, he’s also the Vice President of his biker club and his nickname comes from him being a piercer. Isn’t he looking dashing in his tux?”
“Two hundred pounds!” someone called out and my head whipped around to see who it was, did she not just hear Cynthia say he was a married man.
“Three hundred, take the jacket off!” someone else shouted.
“You heard them, jacket off.” Cynthia smiled. Mason obliged and unbuttoned his jacket and let it fall down his arms.
“Four hundred. What does he have pierced?” I looked again and it was the same woman who bid first. Mason pointed to his eyebrow, lip and stuck his tongue out.
“Holy shit! Six hundred!” a woman called out who was obviously turned on by his piercings.
“You better save him,” Heather told me.
“Seven hundred!” the first woman shouted.
“Fuck,” I swore under my breath. “One thousand pounds.”
“Sold!” Mason shouted, pointing at me and I laughed. It would definitely be money well spent.
The auction continued as Mason prowled over to me. “I hope you wasn’t going to let someone else win me?” His hands were on my hips and my tummy was flat against him.
“Well, technically, you won yourself as I have no money.”
“I’ll lend it to you.” He rose his eyebrows to his hairline whilst chuckling.
“That’s Tat, Drake and Solar done!” Heather shouted to me, invading our bubble.
“Oh, how much did they make?”
“Tat went for five hundred. Solar for nine hundred and Ashlyn won Drake for four hundred.”
“You bid on Drake?” Mason asked her.
“It’s for a good cause, I’m only making sure I’m helping. I didn’t want to get punched if I won Blade.” She laughed.
“Ok, ladies, the last one of the evening. This is Blade, he is the President of the Devon Destroyers MC. He’s also married with three kids.”
“Hundred pounds.”
“Two hundred.”
“Three hundred.”
“Five hundred.”
“Seven hundred!” Heather called out.
“Eight hundred.” We looked to the side and there was a tall slim woman with long dark straight hair in a black dress biding against Heather.
“Nine hundred.” Heather bid.
“Twelve hundred.” Every time she bid she looked at Heather with a smirk on her lips.
“Fifteen hundred!” Heather shouted.
“Sixteen hundred.”
“Go big,” I whispered to Heather.
“Two thousand five hundred!” Heather called out raising her hand in the air. Everyone’s attention was on the other woman and she made a cut off sign with her hand and Cynthia declared Blade as sold.
“Thank you, ladies, what a great way to make some money. That’s a further five thousand and six hundred pounds towards the charity.” She started clapping and everyone joined in. I felt good, that was my good deed done for the day.
“You ok?” Mason asked as I leant into him.
“Tired.” I yawned.
“Shall we go home?” I nodded and said goo
dbye to Heather and Ashlyn. They were going to stay for a bit longer.
“The limo will be outside for you,” Mason told Blade and they did one of those manly handshake back slap things.
We walked silently to the limo and before we got in, Mason turned to me.
“You need to re-do your lips. It’s worn off a bit.” He rubbed his thumb over the bottom of my lips and once we were sitting in the limo, I pulled out my small compact mirror and lipstick and re applied it. Mason pressed a button on the side of the door and the privacy screen started to raise between us and the driver. I looked at him and smiled.
“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.
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 asked.
“She has to know the truth,” Drake added. “It’ll be safer if she knows.”
“Agreed,” Prez said as he slammed 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 k
eep 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 with 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.
Mason
Three years later
“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.
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