by Franca Storm
I couldn’t tell her exactly why Billy was outside my door, or what he’d brought with him. It’d rile her up all over again and we’d finally reached a good place. There was no way I was going to risk rocking the boat. Not tonight. I’d explain things tomorrow when we’d both managed some rest and had a fresh take on things.
So, I threw up the only wall she’d ever accept now that we’d agreed we were together. “Club business.” Luce knew how the club worked. She’d never question me further once I uttered those words. She’d get that I couldn’t talk about it. It bothered me lying to her, but it was for her own good until I could rule out certain threats once my contacts got back to me. It was what I’d been doing earlier when I’d first brought her to my room—putting out feelers about what’d turned out to be a huge mother lode of narcotics we’d found at that house party.
As I’d expected, she nodded.
Sighing, I eased my fingers out of her, gritting my teeth with regret, as I forced myself to step back and turn away from her as I went to answer the door.
Throwing it open, which cut Luce off from seeing Billy on the other side, I shot my brother a warning look to let him know we couldn’t talk openly. He acknowledged my signal with a chin lift back.
“Got what you asked for.” He held a neon-blue gym bag out to me. It was embellished with yellow flowers and sparkly things. I smiled inwardly. Definitely Luce’s.
I pointed to a spot beneath the window ledge adjacent to my door. “I’ll pick it up in the morning.”
There was no way I could take it inside with Luce standing there. She’d know I’d already planned for her to stay over before we’d even sorted things out between us. She’d take it the wrong way and interpret it as me infringing on her personal freedoms. It wasn’t that, though. There was shit going on that she didn’t know about. I had to protect her. I wasn’t following Cole’s M.O. like she’d probably accuse me of doing. That bastard was making things really fucking difficult for me. We really weren’t in a good place right now. As soon as he got back, he’d be finding that out. Dumb fuck.
Billy tossed the bag down there.
“Thanks, brother,” I told him, with a friendly clap on the shoulder to let him know all was right with us now. He smiled, his relief obvious, then took off back down the hallway.
I shut the door and locked it, intending to give Luce my full attention when I heard a distinct buzzing over in the corner of the room. I swung my head over in that direction to see my phone lying on the floor where I’d thrown it, the screen lit up as it vibed across the floor.
Great fucking timing.
“Sorry,” I called to Luce as I jogged over there, snatching it up. “Just one second.”
“Sure,” she murmured.
She sounded about as pleased as I was.
I forced my focus to my phone, noting there wasn’t a scratch on it as I inputted my password. The case’s doing. The thing was a Godsend. In my line of work, my phones had taken some hard impacts, but since I’d picked up this case, my current one had survived, preventing me from having to buy a new one every month or so.
I scrolled to the text message that’d come in.
All the breath shot from my lungs the second I read it. One word stared ominously back at me.
Nightshade.
Jesus fucking Christ.
It was worse than I’d thought.
My fingers clenched around the phone, my entire body tensing like a tightly wound elastic band.
I was vaguely aware of my name being called, but it felt like it was coming from a mile away.
Then hands touched my shoulders, jolting me from my stupor. “Is everything okay?” a sweet voice breathed in my ear.
Startled, I swiped my screen, hiding the message from view, and placed it down on the dresser, beside us. Get a grip, fast.
I turned, the false smile plastered on my face becoming real the moment I took Luce in. Her beauty, her innocence, drawing me back to a good headspace. Pulling me out of the dark.
“Fine. I’m fine.”
She looked skeptical. “It didn’t seem like it a second ago. Are you sure?”
I took her in. A blush still dusted her cheeks from her embarrassment earlier of being interrupted mid-finger-fuck. It explained why she now held her top in front of her chest, hiding her sweet tits from me.
“Lose the cover up, Luce,” I growled.
“Mason,” she protested. “I’m serious.”
I reached out and snatched it from her grip, tugging it away from her body and baring her to me once more. She watched with wide eyes as I let it fall to the floor.
“And I’m serious about you never hiding yourself from me again.”
She moved to cover her beautiful tits with her hands.
“Uh uh. What did I just say?”
With a roll of her eyes, she told me, “I’m not going to be the only one half-naked.”
Easy enough to solve. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it across the room.
Her eyes flared with heat.
And I’d had enough. I didn’t give a fuck if anyone or anything tried to interrupt us again, I wasn’t taking my hands off her. “I want you so fucking much, Luce.”
Before she could get a word out, I lunged at her. Tackling her across the waist, which had her squealing, I propelled us onto my bed, bracing myself on top of her on all fours like a wild predator all-too-ready to devour its mouthwatering prey beneath.
“Get that fucking skirt off,” I snarled.
I couldn’t even wait for her to comply. I was way too worked up. Slipping my fingers into her waistband, I roughly tugged it down her silky thighs, stopping briefly to pull off her sexy leather boots. As soon as I had her lying there on my bed in nothing but her lacy thong, I grasped her hips and tossed her further up the bed.
“Mason!” she laughed.
But this wasn’t a laughing matter. Nah, she’d called out the beast. All bets were off now.
I clamped my hand over her mouth. “No talking.”
Her eyes went wide.
“The only words I want to hear out of your mouth are those begging me, or thanking me for the pleasure I give you. Got it?”
She nodded and I dropped my hand.
I pulled away briefly to lose my jeans and boxers and then I leaned down and flicked her nipple with my tongue. She moaned as I sucked her left tit into my mouth. Releasing it with a resounding pop, I licked my way over to her right one, devouring her soft flesh like a starving man.
“More,” she pleaded, writhing beneath me.
I made my way down her stomach at a rapid pace, tasting her frantically with my lips, tongue and scoring her skin with slight grazes from my teeth, enough to give her a bite of pain. I knew from the other night that it got her off.
“Oh God. Stop teasing,” she whimpered, her arms coming up to reach for me.
I snatched her wrists before they could make contact and guided them to the headboard. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
She shook her head.
“Yes, you are. Now, hold on tight to this railing and don’t let go until I say so.”
The second she reached behind her and took hold of it, I slid her little thong off and balled it up in my hand.
“Open that sweet mouth,” I commanded, reaching over and holding it in front of her.
She screwed up her face.
“Too dirty for you? Having your mouth stuffed with your soaking wet panties?”
I swept two fingers through her pussy and brought them to my lips and made a show of licking them in front of her. Her eyes darkened with desire. “But, darlin’, you taste so fucking sweet. And, believe me, with what I’m about to do to you, you’re gonna need the gag, or all my brothers will hear you.”
She smirked as she said, “You weren’t lying. You really are a dirty bastard when you fuck.”
“I was holding back the first time with you.”
“Yeah, I’m getting that.”
She
opened her mouth.
“Good girl,” I crooned, as I pushed the thong into her mouth.
I didn’t give her time to think about it. In the next second, I grabbed her by the ass and jerked her towards me, lifting her half off the bed as I forced her pussy to my salivating mouth. I spread her slippery lips apart with my thumbs and thrust my tongue deep. I could hear the violence of her muffled screams against the gag and they heated my blood something fierce. Her sweet juices coated my tongue and I couldn’t get enough. I lost myself in her taste, tongue-fucking her mercilessly as she bucked wildly in my grasp, continuing to scream through her gag, helpless to my ministrations, forced to take it all.
I flicked my tongue over her swollen clit, saturating it in her juices that had pooled between her legs and were now dripping down her thighs.
“No coming,” I told her, as her body went rigid.
She moaned into her gag, shaking her head from side to side.
“Wait like a good girl.”
But another stroke of my tongue over her over-sensitized clit had her losing her shit. She let go of the bed frame, ripped the gag out of her mouth, and lunged at me. Jesus Christ. I caught her in my arms as she drove me onto my back. I used the momentum to roll her, so I was back on top. A smirk from her let me know that wasn’t the end of it, though. She hooked her leg around my hip and executed an impressive jujitsu move, using my weight against me to flip me and switch our positions again. A move I’d taught her back in the day to defend herself with. Right now, though, all I could think about was how goddamn hot it was that she was wrestling naked with me and managing to get one up on me.
Her wet pussy dragged along my chest as she strengthened her position on top of me, making my cock jerk violently. She must’ve felt it against her ass, because her gaze snapped to mine and she grinned. “You like this, baby?”
I growled at her. “I’m gonna take that tight pussy hard.”
She squealed as I jolted her off me and she landed, bouncing on her back on the springing mattress.
I flipped over and lunged for my bedside table, ripping the top drawer open. Fumbling inside for a couple of seconds, I managed to grab a condom and a second later, I was ripping it open with my teeth. I rolled it down over my raging hard-on in record time.
Then I dragged her closer. Her eyes went wide as I hooked her left leg over my shoulder, spreading her open to me.
“Watch,” I told her. “I want you to see your greedy little pussy swallowing my big fat cock.”
Her breath hitched. “Yes,” she gasped.
The look on her face was killing me. The sheer want there. And those hungry eyes of hers. The animal in me roared ferociously, desperate to claim what belonged to it. I couldn’t fucking hold back.
Yanking her hands above her head with my free hand, and tightening my grip on her thigh with my other, I lined the head of my cock up with her dripping pussy, reared back and then thrust deep, burying my entire length inside her.
“Oh God,” she choked.
I pounded into her, feeding her every inch of my cock. Her pussy gripped me like a tight, heated fist. Fucking incredible. With all the buildup, the stranglehold she had around my dick that just intensified with each one of my hard, punctuating thrusts pummeling her into the mattress, my balls were already tightening to the point of pain. I was ready to blow my load deep inside her.
And then her body went rigid. She let out a wild shriek and I had to clamp my hand over her mouth as she continued to scream, thrashing beneath me. I gritted my teeth as I felt her pussy spasm around my cock. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to let go and come along with her.
But I wasn’t done with her yet.
“Fuck, woman,” I growled.
She lay limp on the covers, a satisfied smile ghosting her lips, sweat soaking her hair.
“Mmm,” she murmured, closing her eyes.
“Uh uh,” I said, pulling out and reaching for her. “We’re not done.”
I hauled her off the bed, carrying her over to my dresser. Putting her down in front of it, I pushed down on her back and she bent forward. I grabbed her hands and guided them to the edges. “Hold on tight, little darlin’.”
She spread her legs wide for me and I smiled at the open invitation. She wanted more. Just like me, she couldn’t get enough. Wild little thing.
Shifting my weight, I lined my cock up with her opening. And then I pushed inside. Slowly. Letting her feel every inch of my thick shaft impaling her, stretching her wide. Her long, drawn out moan was music to my ears.
“Oh God, Mason,” she panted.
“I know, little darlin’.”
I reached between her legs and rolled her clit between my fingers as I continued to slide my slicked cock in and out of her at a torturously slow pace.
She pushed her face down as she began to shudder against me, the cherry wood muffling her throaty cries as she came hard again.
I stayed seated deep inside her as spikes of pleasure shot down my shaft. Shit, I wasn’t gonna hold out much longer. Time for one last rough ride that she wouldn’t forget.
Taking my slicked index finger, I circled her asshole. She jerked in my hold. I teased the rim, using her own juices to lube her up. Another jerk from her. She lifted her head to look at me, her eyes wide.
I kept my gaze glued to hers as I slid the tip in, easing past the tight ring of muscle. She mewled and tightened up.
“Relax for me.”
I figured she’d stop me, tell me it was a step too far for her.
Instead, she nodded her head. “Okay.”
She closed her eyes, a blissful smile on her face as I worked my finger deeper until it was completely swallowed by her hot little ass. The sight alone almost had me coming right there. And then as I began to pump it in and out of her, the keening sounds that came from her… fucking hell.
“Yeah, that’s my girl.”
“Oh fuck,” she groaned.
“Fuck is right, Luce. I’m gonna give you a good, hard fucking while my finger’s buried deep in your ass.”
I didn’t waste any time delivering. I drove my cock back inside her. She was beside herself as I power-fucked her like a madman, my cock and my finger working in tandem to drive us both into sexual insanity.
“Yeah, give it to me,” I ground out as I felt her clamp down hard around my shaft again.
She drenched my fingers as she exploded around me. I couldn’t hold back and as her pussy sent shockwaves ricocheting through me, I let it all go, roaring out my release like a wild boar. It was so powerful, it just kept going, pumping and pumping out of me with the force of a violent tidal wave.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed, when it finally started to subside.
I pulled out slowly and took Luce in. She was slumped over my dresser, looking completely spent. “Okay, little darlin’?” I asked, stroking my hand down her naked back.
She grinned over her shoulder at me. “Hell, yes. That was incredible.”
God, she was cute. “Come here,” I said, holding my arms out to her.
She pushed off the dresser and I snatched her up, carrying her back to the bed. I laid her down underneath the duvet and covered her up. “Be right back.”
I strode into the bathroom and cleaned up, taking care of the condom, before heading back in to her. I’d never been so eager to get back to a woman before.
“Stay with me tonight,” I said, climbing in beside her.
Sleepy eyes fixed on me. “Will you hold me?”
Her vulnerability hit me right in the gut. She’d taken a lot from me tonight. And until last week, she’d been a virgin. Everything was new to her. Probably overwhelming. She needed me to make it all right. To reassure her.
“Not going anywhere, Pixie.”
She giggled.
I pulled her against me and wrapped her up tightly, kissing her hair. “You were amazing tonight.”
She murmured something, but I couldn’t make it out. In the next second, she was
sound asleep in my arms.
Where she belonged.
9
~Lucy~
My body was on fire. Not in an enflamed libido way. No, I was all sexed out. My muscles were burning with the ache of the reminder of what’d satiated me so completely. The no-holds-barred, rough and dirty sexy marathon Mason had put me through last night. Holy hell, when he brought it, he really frigging brought it. He was like an unstoppable force. A wild animal. And I’d loved every second of it. I’d never felt so alive. And I’d never orgasmed so hard in my life. I knew how to get myself off. But what Mason was able to do to my body was beyond anything I’d ever experienced before. New realms of pleasure. Absolute ecstasy.
Even extending my arms up over my head for a morning stretch was a hell of a feat and I quickly put them back down. That was enough of that. I turned my head towards Mason, a girly smile spreading over my face in anticipation.
My stomach sank. He wasn’t there beside me.
Not again!
As a series of rapid-fire scenarios began running through my head, all of which involved him having second thoughts yet again, the sight of a piece of paper on his pillow quashed them. I was still half asleep and it took me a moment to realize the paper was resting on a t-shirt draped over the pillow too. What was going on?
I snatched up the note and opened it.
Pixie,
Didn’t want to wake you. Figured you needed your sleep after last night. Plus, you looked real cute. Downstairs for Church. Be back up right after. Last night was a game-changer. You’re mine now. The shirt’s for you. You need to leave my room, wear it.
Mason.
Last night really had been a game-changer for him. My breath had actually caught in my throat as I’d read the last couple of sentences of his note, because I understood what those words truly meant in his world. For me to go strutting around the clubhouse wearing his t-shirt was a brazen signal to all his club brothers that I was his. His woman. They already knew I’d stayed in his room, but it’d make it clear that I hadn’t just slept over innocently as a friend. Lifting the t-shirt and studying it, I smiled to myself as I saw that his name was even emblazoned across the back in big, bold letters. Jeez, it couldn’t be any clearer. Then again, Mason wasn’t exactly a subtle guy.
