The seat at the head of the table was empty. We didn't dare go near it. “First thing we need to do is elect a new president,” I choked out.
Tater spoke up, “There's only one man that can lead us now.” Tank nodded in agreement, grinning at me like a son of a bitch.
I sighed and buried my head in my hands. I never wanted to be president. Blaze was always our leader. How could I ever fill his shoes? I stood up from my seat and was almost tempted to run for the door. I took the chair at the head of the table and sat down. The view looked spectacular. I grabbed the wooden gavel that Blaze had held so many times before. The end was nicked and raw from being hammered down so much. Blaze made a lot of important decisions in this room. Not all of them I agreed with. But the MC wouldn't have gotten this far without him.
I slammed down the gavel. “I bring this meeting to order. All those in favor of Mason as the new President of the Black Widow MC say aye.”
Tank and Tater began slowly pounding the table and then picking up speed until the booming was deafening. The Black Widow MC had a new Prez.
I couldn't fully commit to President until I had taken care of one more thing.
Claire sat at the bar, nursing an entire whiskey bottle. She had been through so much since the kidnapping. And she had stood by me. She was still here after everything I did to her. But I couldn't let my heart govern this club. I needed to be focused one-hundred percent. I couldn't let a chick cloud my mind. Everything was on the line and I wouldn't sacrifice my club for a wet pussy.
Claire's long milky-white legs went on for days. I admired her as she fiddled around on the bar stool. I could take her for a spin one last time—come inside her until my balls were bone dry. I'd love to feel those lips around my throbbing cock, sucking on me so hard. My jeans tightened at just the thought of having Claire. But I couldn't anymore.
I had to be mature and responsible now. It was funny because I never would have considered Blaze “mature” or “responsible.” But he must have been to take the club this far.
I sat down at the bar next to Claire and took a long drag on the bottle of Jack Daniels. I was going to need a lot of liquid courage. The alcohol warmed me on the way down, my head already feeling the buzz. Another couple swigs and I was looking as red as Claire.
“I'm glad you got back safe,” Claire said, facing straight ahead at the bar. “I was worried there for a moment. I didn't know what Byron was going to do to you after you took out the Mexicans. I'm glad he kept his word.”
“Me too,” I replied, grabbing for another bottle of whiskey behind the counter.
“He used to be really nice. My brother. We used to play in the backyard together and he'd protect me from monsters and dragons. I was the fairy princess that always needed saving. But as we grew older, he took things a bit too literally. He was so possessive and demanding. I could never go back to that.”
I took a deep long breath that would hopefully instill me with bravery. “Claire, I'm the new President of the Black Widows now.”
Claire turned to me and smiled. “You deserve it.” Behind her eyes, I could see the gears working. She knew where this conversation was heading.
“I don't know what we have between us but my MC needs me now. I won't have time for relationships. I can't do this with you anymore, Claire.”
Claire dropped her head and nodded. She knew what I was going to say before I even said it. Claire raised her head and looked at me with tears in her eyes. She went to open her mouth to say something but couldn't form any words. My heart was breaking within my chest. I wanted to hold her and tell her everything was going to be all right. I wanted to save the fairy princess.
But it would only make matters worse. I turned to walk away, my feet buried in cement. I couldn't let my emotions rule me. I stepped away and Claire whispered my name before I shut the door on her forever. There'd be plenty of sluts to fill my bed and give me that much needed release with no strings attached.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Claire
My entire life was crumbling before me. I sat at the bar and polished off a couple bottles of whiskey. What was I supposed to do now? I couldn't go back to Byron and I wasn't welcome with the Black Widows anymore.
I couldn't help but laugh at my situation. When I was hostage, all I could think about was escaping from this place. Now I wanted to stay here now more than ever. But Mason was done with me. Like I was some two-cent whore he picked up off the streets. He was just like every other biker. Their head so far up their ass that they couldn't see what was right in front of them.
Fuck Mason. I didn't need him.
I went to the only friend left, Heather. She acted like I had been dead and resurrected. I told her the long story about being kidnapped and all about Mason. She let me stay in her dorm room which her roommate didn't like too much. But I had no where else to go. I couldn't stomach the thought of going back to my parents. They pretty much exiled me after I went to live with Byron.
But what was I supposed to do?
I tried going to class, keep my mind of Mason and the Black Widows. School just didn't interest me much anymore. Heather tried to take me out to a club but I just ended up going back to the dorms early.
Weeks passed by and I thought I was going to go crazy. Sleeping on the floor of Heather's dorm room made me feel like I was homeless. In fact, I was homeless. Barely had any money to my name, and not even a bed to sleep on. My life had hit rock bottom. There was only one place where I belonged now.
Heather thought I was insane for getting a tattoo. “It's not like you, Claire,” she said.
“You don't know me anymore, Heather,” I replied. I didn't like burning the last good friendship I had but it was the truth. I was a different person now.
Heather held my hand as the man with giant plugs in his ears inked my back. The pain was nothing compared to what I had been through the past couple months.
I found myself back at the Black Widow clubhouse. There were a few new faces but the place was still pretty empty. Tater smiled when he saw me approach the bar.
“Didn't think I'd see you around here anymore. What can I get you?”
“A quick shot of whiskey and Mason if he's around.”
Tater poured a shot and yelled across the room. Tank had his head buried in the tits of some Asian whore. “Hey Tank, you've seen the Prez around?”
Tank came up for just enough air to reply. “In the meeting room.” His tongue flicked out and the slut on his lap giggled.
I grabbed the shot and let it slowly drain down the back of my throat. I hadn't seen Mason for more than a month and I had no idea how I'd react. I had to subdue the urge to jump his cock. We weren't like that anymore.
I said my goodbyes to Tater and opened the door to the meeting room. The wood table had a nice carving of a spider and new framed photos had been nailed to the walls of fallen members. Mason sat at the head of the table, his face covered in shadows. He looked like a mob boss right out of the Godfather films.
Mason stood up, his palms face down on the table. “I didn't think I'd see you back here, Claire. My mind hasn't changed.”
His voice was just as deep and sexy as I remembered. My legs shivered as I murmured, “I know...I know. I didn't come back here for you.”
Mason swaggered around the table and came into the light. His chiseled chin looked good enough to eat and his dark eyes stared back at me. The tension between us was palpable. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. But it wasn't meant to be.
“Now that I'm back to my normal life, I realized I don't want it anymore. I dreamed of it day and night while I was locked away down in your basement but so many things have changed. I want to be apart of something. Become somebody important. The Black Widow MC can give me that.” Mason put up his hand to get me to stop but I wouldn't let him. “I know that a woman can't be a member...but I can help around here. Do anything you ask of me.”
Mason sighed. “I don't know if this life is for you, C
laire. I don't want to see you hurt. I couldn't bear it.”
Mason still cared for me and that was nice but I wouldn't let anyone try to shield me anymore. I got enough of that from Byron. I was my own woman now. “I've been here during the worst times of this motorcycle club. And I want to be here to rebuild.” I turned around and lifted the back of my blue blouse. The tattoo was still fresh and stung with pain. Mason's fingers grazed my inked skin and I flinched.
“Property of Black Widow MC,” Mason said, reading aloud my tattoo.
I faced Mason again to see him smiling. “I'm serious about this.”
Mason hugged me and whispered in my ear. “I see that now. Go behind the bar and help Tater out.” His musky scent was overwhelming and I wanted to kiss him so badly. But I had to resist. Someday maybe we could be together. But for Mason, the MC would always be a priority.
Epilogue
Mason
Present Day
Claire stuck around throughout the years, even during the hard times. It was difficult to have her around—a constant reminder of the life I could've had if I only made a different choice. I slept with plenty of sluts and whores after my time with Claire. None of them could compare. I was always searching for something that was right in front of me.
It wasn't too late for Caleb and maybe it wasn't too late for an old man like me.
I found myself on the doorstep of Claire's apartment, too afraid to knock. Fearful of what lay beyond the door. The complex she lived in was rundown and grimy. Graffiti stained the walls and drug dealers stood on each corner. In all the years I knew Claire, I had never visited her home. Now I knew why she never wanted me over. I could have changed all this. I could have provided her with everything she needed. Instead, I kept her at arm's length, never giving her the love she deserved. And Claire deserved it all.
I slammed my fist on the door as my knees almost caved in. My heart pounded in my throat and a wave of nausea came over me. A moment later and nothing. What if she wasn't home? I could leave and act like it never happened. But I saw her car parked outside. She could be in trouble. I need to help her.
The door creaked opened before my knighthood kicked in. Claire stood there with her long dark hair damp, and a tiny towel wrapped around her wet naked body. “Mason...what are you doing here?”
“I'm no longer the President of the Black Widow MC.”
Claire looked confused, her head cocked to the side. “Oh my god. I had no idea you were even thinking about retiring.”
Seeing Claire wearing next to nothing was getting my blood flowing. I had to take what was mine. I pushed the door and and welcomed myself inside. Claire stepped back, allowing me in. “I came here for you, Claire.”
Claire closed her eyes to try and process all the new information. “What are you talking about?”
I closed the door behind me and locked it. “I made a terrible mistake all those years ago.” I stepped within inches of Claire, her wrinkled eyes staring up to mine. We were both old now. But she was still as beautiful as the first day I met her. “I just didn't know how bad of a mistake until now.”
Our kiss could have powered a nuclear reactor. All the pent up emotions we had for each other over the years was exploding. Her lips tasted just as soft and sweet as they did all those years ago. How could I ever forgive myself for not kissing this mouth every day I was near her.
My fingers unwrapped her towel and it dropped to the floor. Claire moaned softly as my hands met her tits again. They were even bigger than I remembered and felt so god damn nice. I could get lost in her cleavage forever.
I felt down the sides of her waist and around her back. Claire shivered to my touch. I grabbed her ass and forced her against me. We kissed passionately again, our tongues dancing around.
“I can't wait another second, Mason. Take me now and take me hard. You better make up for all the time we lost.”
I didn't need to say another word. I fumbled around with my belt buckle and dropped my jeans to the ground. Claire felt up my thick shaft, stroking me over my boxer briefs. I turned Claire around until she faced away. I bent her over the back of her dirty couch, her ass pressed against me. I pulled down my boxers and placed my cock between her cheeks. I could've come right then, spraying my milky seed all over her hot ass. But I needed to feel her again.
I sunk my pulsing cock into her sweet wet pussy, sliding right in with ease. The warm tight feeling around my shaft almost made me climax. I pushed further and further, filling Claire up completely. It's exactly as I remembered it.
I took her from behind, my hips smacking against Claire's soft ass. I traced my finger across the old faded tattoo: Property of Black Widow MC. “You better get that tattoo changed...you're Mason's Property now,” I murmured
Claire screamed my name over and over again, disintegrating as she came. I clenched my teeth and found my release, filling her with my warm cum. We became one and I knew she was all mine. Claire was Mason's Property now.
THE END
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