Sassy Little Thing (Iron Fury MC Book 4)

by Bella Jewel

  “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.

  Baby.

  ~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.”

  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.”