Mason: A Black Widow MC Romance

by Jones, Olivia

  Crimson red flushed my cheeks and I averted eye contact. He kissed me again, harder and more passionately this time. His raging hard-on beneath his pants was pressed against my belly and I needed to let it loose. I fumbled around with his belt buckle that was in the shape of a spider. What was with all the spider imagery? Little too overboard for me.

  Caleb unbuttoned my shirt slowly, taking his time to reveal my breasts in a nude-colored bra. I had no idea this was going to happen today otherwise I would have worn something a little sexier. I cringed when I thought about my granny panties he'd soon to discover. Caleb's fingertips ran across my peaks and he ran his index finger down into my cleavage. I leaned my head back and moaned. Caleb's hand wandered around my back and undid my bra. I let it fall to ground and I kicked it to the side. Caleb's eyes widened at the sight of my bare chest.

  “You shouldn't hide such a perfect pair of tits under all that business attire. Those are just begging to be sucked.”

  “I want your tongue on me, Caleb,” I said with a heavy breath.

  Caleb pushed my boobs together, massaging and squeezing them. His thumb and index finger grazed over my nipples and he pinched them hard. I cried out softly from the pain that quickly turned to pleasure. Caleb bent over and planted his face in my tits, his tongue running over every inch of my breasts. He put my nipple in my mouth and sucked on my hard, biting and chewing on me until I screamed out.

  I couldn't take anymore. I finally got his belt loose and unsnapped his jeans. I licked my lips as I pulled down his pants. The outline of a giant cock was pinned beneath his boxer briefs. The adrenaline shot through me as I imagined that big spear piercing me.

  Caleb used two fingers to unhook my beige work pants and turned me around until I was facing away from him. He slowly bent me over my desk and I wildly swung my arms around, knocking papers and the computer onto the ground. I could always buy a new one. Caleb peeled my pants off along with my white panties, trailing his fingers down the backs of my legs. A shiver was sent up my spine, giving me goosebumps all over my arms.

  I knew we shouldn't be doing this but I couldn't help it. My logical self was far off somewhere, solving crimes or something. My animal self was here and now, begging Caleb to fuck me like a savage.

  He slapped my ass, shoving me further into my desk. My nipples were a little raw from the sucking and scraped along the wood. I screamed as Caleb slapped me again, sliding a finger against my sex. I could hear him stick his finger in his mouth and taste me. My whole body almost came undone.

  “You're so fucking wet, Emily.”

  “Fuck me now, Caleb,” I demanded. My insides were writhing with anticipation. I needed to be filled up before I exploded.

  Caleb pulled his briefs down and I snapped my head around to get a glimpse at his pulsing member, but he was already against me, sliding up against my wetness. He kept on his wife-beater and leather cut. He was so damn sexy. I waited, frozen in place, my pulse pounding. Caleb forced all of him inside me, stretching me out to the limit.

  “You're so goddamn tight,” he said through gritted teeth, drilling his way deeper and deeper. My mind was lost, blown away by the sexual predatory of Caleb. He clenched both sides of my hips, slamming into me, crashing against me like a wave of sex. My body lurched forward with every thrust, my mouth wide open and moaning.

  “Harder,” I murmured, barely able to think straight. Caleb gripped my sides harder, scratching me with his nails. He pounded in and out of me, faster and faster, my ass jutting out to meet him. The pleasure enveloped me. I was so close.

  Caleb gathered my hair into a ponytail and pulled my head back. “Come for me, baby,” he whispered.

  That was the end for me. I came around Caleb as I shattered into a million pieces. My voice was gone as I screamed. My legs shook violently and I could barely hold myself up. Caleb yelled my name as he found his release. I wanted him to stay in me forever, making me come over and over again.

  He pulled out and collapsed on my back, leaving a void that needed to be filled again. “What the fuck was that?” I asked, my hair a mess all over my face.

  “I have no fucking idea,” Caleb replied, exasperated. He collapsed on top of my back, pressing me harder against the desk. I could barely breathe but I didn't care. I just had the best sex of my life. The kind of mind-blowing sex that changes you. The kind of sex that you forget everything you ever were or are. The kind that keeps you in the moment and reminds you to live.

  Caleb finally stood up and allowed me to breath. I was completely dead and used, not able to move a muscle. Caleb wrestled with his jeans as he put each leg through. “What now?” Caleb asked, wiping off his leather cut.

  I brushed the hair out of my face. “I have no fucking idea.” Sounds outside my door bolted me right off the desk. “We need to get out of here right now.” I rushed to put my pants back on while Caleb threw me my bra with a smile. I snapped it behind my back and tried to button-up my shirt as fast as I could.

  “Ready?” he asked. I nodded to Caleb to open the door and frantically raked my hair with my fingers while looking in my compact mirror.

  Caleb whipped the door open and Officer Moore was standing in the doorway, shocked and a little frightened. Caleb turned back to me and winked before leaving.

  Moore stumbled into my office, choking on his words. “These papers need to be signed, Sheriff.”

  I swung my chair around and looked out the window. Claire was outside and embraced Caleb. “Just leave them on my desk,” I told Moore. They drove off in a old blue Cadillac.

  What the hell did I just do? A woman can be blamed for a moment of weakness but that was more than that. I had crossed a forbidden line—sleeping with the enemy. That was a big mistake and I'd only been Sheriff for a short while. What if the station found out or worse...what if they had cameras in my office. Stupid Emily White, you're going to get yourself fired. I looked around at the corners of the ceiling and didn't find anything official. I breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back into my chair.

  That was something special with Caleb but it couldn't happen again. But goddamn it was so fucking sexy and orgasmic. My inner thighs were still trembling. I had my fun but now it was time to get back to work. Time to forget about Caleb.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Caleb

  The car window was rolled down and the air smelled fresh on a summer's day. Claire drove me back to the MC with the radio turned off. What a crazy forty-eight hours. My stint in the cell next to Ronnie had felt like a lifetime ago. A smile stretched across my face as I remembered bending Emily over, her moaning with every thrust, taking her hard and fast. I finally fucked a police officer—and it was the Sheriff. I felt pretty proud of myself.

  The image of her bare ass begging for me flashed across my mind. My cock hardened in my pants and I knew I'd need to jerk off when I got back to the clubhouse. That woman was fucking crazy hot with her big tits and tight pussy. But my rule to never fuck the same girl twice was in effect now. Fuck and forget. Emily White was old news. Time to find my next conquest.

  Claire pulled the barely running Cadillac into the parking lot of the clubhouse. Claire put her hand on my arm before I stepped out of the car. “I know this is none of my business but I think that Sheriff has a target on your back. You need to be careful how close you get.”

  How could she know? She probably didn't, Claire was always looking out for us. Mason was a complete idiot for losing her. “Don't worry, I can handle her.” I said it with confidence but I wasn't even sure myself.

  Everyone cheered as Claire and I walked in. I didn't know what the big deal was? I was only gone for two days in a shitty jail. It definitely wasn't prison. The entire MC was there and more. Jimi Hendrix's “Along the Watchtower” was playing through the speakers. A long banner hung across the room that said: Welcome Back. Probably Claire's doing. Big Mike picked me off the ground and swung me around like a rag doll. Slade slapped me on the back and handed me a cold beer.

  Ta
nner embraced me. “Good to have you fucking back, Prez.”

  “Glad to be out of that piss-stained cell.”

  “Go relax then. We have a couple pieces of ass upstairs waiting for you.” Tanner elbowed me in the side.

  My cock burrowing deep into Emily White was drilled into my head. Why couldn't I get that bitch out of my skull? Maybe fucking something new would reboot my system? “I'll get to the girls but first, you need to bring me up-to-date.”

  Tanner and I walked into the meeting room and closed the door which only blocked a portion of the loud party. I sat down at the head of the table and Tanner sat to my right. “Tell me everything I missed.”

  “I didn't want to worry you while you were in jail but things aren't going too well. One of our supply houses were hit. One prospect was shot in the leg and another had his hand cut off.”

  “Holy fuck. You should have come down to the jail and told me about this. Who were the bastards that did it?” My plan was falling apart right before my eyes. Being the President wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

  Tanner grit his teeth. “It was the Mexicans.”

  I slammed my fist onto the table and restrained myself. “Aren't the Blacks taking care of them?”

  “They're trying but they just don't have the manpower. The Death Merchants have enough guys to fend off the Blacks and come after us.”

  “Fuck. We need to beef up security at our other supply houses.”

  “Already done, Boss. But the Mexicans are fucking vengeful pricks.”

  “Well I knew they weren't going to be happy with us killing their leader but I thought the Blacks would take them out or distract them long enough for them to forget about us.”

  Tanner folded his hands. “So what's are next move?”

  I ran my fingers through my hair. “I'm not sure, Tanner. This isn't working out as I planned it. Maybe we need to get the Sheriff involved.”

  “You mean the fucking whore who locked you up in jail?”

  My hand flexed into a fist and I had to stop myself from popping Tanner in the jaw. “We give her some solid info about The Death Merchants and put the heat on them. They won't be able to wage war with two MC's and the cops at the same time.”

  Tanner cocked his head to the side. “You really think this Sheriff can be trusted? Isn't she still trying to pin the murder of Garcia on you?”

  “The Sheriff has nothing on me. She only wants to prevent more killings. If we have the cops and the Blacks on our side, the Mexicans will have to leave us alone.”

  Tanner looked uneasy. “Sounds like a messy plan, Prez, but I don't have anything better.”

  “I'll talk with the Sheriff tomorrow. Convince her that we're the better of two evils.” The thought of seeing Emily again made my heart jump. How could she affect me like this? Something must really be fucking wrong with me.

  I left Tanner in the meeting room and walked through the crowd of people welcoming me back. I went to the guest room upstairs and opened the door to find two naked blondes laying on the bed. Their legs were entangled with each others and they were making out. I watched for a moment as they felt up their big fake tits. My dick was screaming at me to fuck these sluts and cover them with come. Get all that pent-up frustration out.

  But I didn't have time for fucking. I had to figure out a new plan to take down the Mexicans with the help of the Sheriff. No matter how much my cock wanted to pound that pussy, there were bigger things to deal with.

  “Time to go girls,” I announced, pulling out my Glock and setting it down on the dresser.

  The chicks made a sad moan and got up and left. I watched their asses jiggle as they pranced out of the room. I lay on the bed and the perfume from the whores was still fresh on the pillow. My cock was so hard it hurt. Why didn't I just take those chicks? I unzipped my jeans and released my throbbing prisoner. I closed my eyes and stroked my shaft, my thoughts quickly turning to my morning with Emily. Her nude body bent over the desk, the tightness of her wet pussy as I forced my way inside her...

  Chapter Sixteen

  Emily

  How could anyone concentrate at work right after having sex? My mind constantly wandered back to my breasts pressed against the desk and Caleb slamming into me. I was so wet the entire day that it made it uncomfortable to hold a conversation. I felt like they knew when they made eye contact with me. Like there really was security camera footage of us and everyone had already seen it. I could see the local newspaper headline already: Sheriff Gets Rammed by Outlaw. I ended up leaving an hour early and going home. I couldn't take anymore.

  Ariel greeted me at the door, purring and rubbing against my leg. “Well hello to you too, kitty. Are you hungry?” Ariel strutted over to the kitchen, leading me to cupboard with her cans of wet food. I opened it up and only had one can left. I'd have to swing by the pet store the next morning and pick up another batch.

  Ariel wouldn't stop sniffing my legs. Her wet nose was cold against my bare skin. She could smell Caleb on me. “Do you like that smell, Ariel? Well don't get used to it because he won't be around any longer.” I didn't know if I was saying that aloud to remind that cat or myself. Did I want him to come around? But it could never work out between us. The Sheriff should be fired for dating a criminal—not just any criminal, the leader of a Motorcycle Club. The town would kick me out in a heartbeat.

  I pulled the ring on the cat food can and popped it open. Ariel meowed loudly, her ears all perked up. “It's coming, girl. Just give me a second.” I plated her food and put it down on the ground. I watched as Ariel devoured it, her tongue sending bits of wet food everywhere. I skipped eating today because my head was so clouded with Caleb fucking me.

  I opened the fridge and knew before opening it that it was empty. I still hadn't gone grocery shopping even though it was at the top of the priority list. I'd have to go tonight but first I ordered some Chinese takeout. When I gave the guy my address, he recited my order perfectly before I even gave it to him. Either this was a really small town or I needed to stop eating Chinese every night.

  I turned on the TV and scanned the channels. I settled on a reality show about surviving on a deserted island, waiting desperately for my food. Ariel lay next to me while I scratched her head. How could people eat nasty bugs without throwing up? I was starving right now but not enough to start chowing down on insects. I hoped I'd never end up in a situation like that.

  A knock at the door alerted the cat and she was on her hind legs, ready to bolt to a safe spot if she need be. I didn't have much furniture to hide in but Ariel found a space in the back of the closet that she liked. “Don't worry, Ariel, it's just the delivery guy.”

  I unlocked the chain on the door and opened it to find Caleb, standing there with his tattooed arms folded against his chest. Ariel fled like a coward and I wanted to go hide with her. Why was he here?

  Chapter Seventeen

  Caleb

  “How the fuck did you get my address?” Emily asked me, standing in the doorway, wearing some gray sweatpants and a baggy shirt. Goddamn she was so fucking hot even when she dressed down. I had expected a better response than that after our crazy morning we had together.

  I smiled and replied, “You have to know now, Sheriff, that I have access to all sorts of information.”

  She rolled her eyes at me, not giving up an inch. “I'm sure you have every officer in your pocket. So why the fuck are you here then?”

  She wasn't that far off about the officers. We paid a pretty penny to the cops to make sure they would keep off our backs. Of course, that was when Mendoza was Sheriff and played along. Somehow I didn't think Emily would take a bribe. “I wanted to speak to you about the Mexicans.”

  Emily narrowed her eyes at me. She looked so fuckable when she was angry.“Well you can come to the station tomorrow and we can talk.”

  A skinny Asian guy came walking down the hallway with a grocery bag. “Order for Ms. White.”

  “Let me go get my purse.” Emily opened the doo
r all the way and went to the kitchen. The delivery boy walked inside her apartment and I took the opportunity to do the same.

  Emily came back with her wallet and threw me an evil glance. She turned back to the delivery boy. “How much do I owe you?”

  I stepped further into her apartment while she paid for the food. The smell of Chinese food filled the room and made my stomach grumble. Her living room was almost completely empty save for a small box TV. I'd seen crack houses that were better furnished.

  Emily closed the door behind the delivery boy and turned towards me. “You know, you got a lot of nerve.”

  I ignored her remark. “You would think a Sheriff's salary would afford you some furniture.”

  Emily scoffed and blocked my way from going into the kitchen. “I haven't had time to pick out furniture yet.”