Zipper (Dixie Reapers 7)

by Harley Wylde

“Oh, God. Mason, you’re going to kill me,” she said, her voice muffled from where her face was pressed into the bedding.

  “I have a lot of catching up to do, and it seems that you like to be a bad girl.”

  I helped Delphine stand, then led her into the adjoining bathroom. She fidgeted while I started the shower. When the water was the right temperature, I stepped under the spray and beckoned her inside, then shut the door behind us. I didn’t have any girly shit for her to wash with, but I liked the thought of her smelling like me. At least until I could find a more permanent way to warn off any fuckers who might be tempted to sample what was mine. And yeah. She was mine. My woman. My fucking property. Even if I hadn’t made it official. Shit. She’d have to meet everyone, especially Torch and Venom. No way she’d be allowed a property patch before then.

  “Want to wash me, baby? I’ll let you play with my cock again.”

  She grinned and reached for the shower gel. She took her time soaping me, her little hands roaming my shoulders and chest, scrubbing my back. She reached for my cock, which was already hard again. Delphine wrapped her hand around my shaft and stroked slowly but firmly. Her hands were so damn soft that I groaned as I fucked her fist. Delphine gripped me a little tighter and started stroking faster, and soon I was shooting my cum across her breasts and belly. I hadn’t been able to get hard again so fast since I turned thirty, but fuck if I didn’t pretty much stay hard around her.

  I soaped her, making sure I played with her nipples until they were nice and hard. I stroked my hands down her back, cupped her ass, then teased the tight little hole hidden between those cheeks. I hadn’t taken her there yet, but it was on my list. I’d spent a good portion of that first night and the early hours of the next morning getting her used to being touched there. I was barely touching her, just like strokes across that pucker, but when it was time, I wanted her begging for me to fuck her ass. I cupped her pussy and teased her clit with my thumb, getting her all worked up again but not letting her come. I teased her until the water ran cold, then we got out and dried off.

  Even though I’d demanded that she remain naked, I pulled on some jeans. No way I was answering the door with my dick out if one of my brothers came by. Flicker had to have seen me haul Delphine out of the clubhouse the night she showed up, so it was only a matter of time before someone got curious. I zipped my pants, then led Delphine into the kitchen. She sat at the small table, but I turned her chair to face the stove so I could watch her while I cooked.

  “Spread those thighs for me, baby. Let me see that pretty pussy while I cook something for us.”

  Her legs parted, and I reached over to tweak her nipples, drawing a moan from her. With a smirk, I turned to get some stuff out of the fridge. I fixed a can of biscuits, some scrambled eggs, and slices of country ham. When I’d plated everything and set it all out on the table with some juice, I sat in the chair at the head of the table. Delphine was to my left, and I still had an excellent view, but I took pity on her.

  “Close your legs and eat, Delphine.”

  Her thighs slammed together, and she turned to face the table, her cheeks flushed and her eyes damn near feverish with need as she kept casting glances my way. I let her eat her meal, and I finished off my plate. After I cleared the table and set everything in the sink, I leaned back against the counter and turned to face her.

  “Ready for more of your punishment?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said softly.

  “Lie on the table with that pussy facing me. Put your heels on the table and spread wide. Show me what belongs to me.”

  She complied and gave me heated looks. I moved between her spread knees and ran a finger down her pussy. “This does belong to me, doesn’t it?”

  She nodded.

  I reached up and cupped her breasts, squeezing, then playing with her nipples. “And these belong to me?”

  “Yes.”

  My fingers returned to her pussy, then trailed down to her tight ass. “And this?”

  She moaned. “Please, Mason. I can’t take much more of your teasing.”

  I circled that tight little hole, then gathered some of her cream on my finger and used it to lubricate her ass, slowly sinking my finger into her, watching her face for any sign that she might be in pain. Some women loved having their ass played with, and for others it was too uncomfortable or painful. And I didn’t want to hurt her.

  “Does my baby need to come?” I asked.

  “Yes. Yes!”

  “Do you want to come while I finger fuck your ass?”

  “Mason,” she moaned.

  I fucking loved hearing my name on her lips. To everyone else I was Zipper. And I’d sure as fuck not let another woman call me Mason. Not since I’d gotten my road name. I went slow and easy, giving her time to adjust. Since I didn’t have lube handy, I only used the one finger. She was too damn tight for anything else right now, but I would take that ass. It was mine and I was going to love driving my cock into that tight hole.

  My finger stroked in and out of her, and I dropped to my knees, taking her clit into my mouth. I lashed it with my tongue and nipped at it with my teeth. It didn’t take long before she was coming. Her pussy gushed with her release and I lapped up the juices. My cock ached to fuck her, but she was all puffy and pink from being so thoroughly used. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her for real. Making her ass sore was one thing, but I didn’t want to cause her true pain. I still hated that I’d fucked her so ruthlessly and taken her virginity the way I had. I’d wanted to punish her for putting herself in danger, but it hadn’t occurred to me that she’d still be an innocent. If I’d known, I would have been gentler, at least until she’d gotten accustomed to having a cock in her pussy. No way I’d have been able to hold back for long from driving my dick balls-deep inside her.

  “Come on, baby. I’m going to run some hot water for you. You should soak and ease the aches and pains. And don’t even try to tell me you don’t hurt at least a little.”

  “Maybe a bit,” she said. “But I wouldn’t trade one minute of my time with you. I’ve loved being in your arms, Mason.”

  I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tight against my chest. “It’s where you’re going to stay. You can get dressed when you’re done soaking. We still need to discuss what brought you here.”

  “All right.”

  We walked back to the master bathroom, and I filled the large, jetted tub with water as hot as Delphine could stand it, then I left her to relax. I cleaned the breakfast dishes, then sprayed the table down with cleanser and wiped it down. Twice. Didn’t bother me that she’d come on the table, but other people did occasionally visit and sit there.

  I was flipping through channels on the living room TV when the doorbell rang. I’d known it was coming sooner or later. I stretched as I stood and went to answer, finding Flicker on the other side. He still looked pissed as hell about Delphine denying him at the clubhouse, and I couldn’t blame him. Delphine was hot as fuck. He’d thought she was a sure thing, then she’d refused to go with him. Good thing too. If she’d slept with him, or blew him, and I found out, brother or not, I’d have beat his ass. Her punishments that first night and the last two days would have seemed mild compared to what I’d have done to her if she’d fucked him.

  “What’s up with the hot piece of ass from the clubhouse? You know the rules. Pussy in the clubhouse is free to any of us,” Flicker said.

  “She wasn’t there to be club pussy. She’s a part of my past and was looking for me,” I said, leaning against the wall as he loomed inside the doorway.

  “From your past?” he asked, his eyes narrowing. “Is she the reason you hardly ever get your dick wet?”

  I shrugged. That was my business and no one else’s.

  “Her pants and boots are in your driveway,” Flicker said.

  Shit. I’d forgotten about that. We’d stayed naked ever since I’d brought her home, and we hadn’t needed them. Thankfully, it hadn’t rained.
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  “Right next to your bike,” he said. “Couldn’t even wait to get inside? Just had to fuck her out in the open over your hog?”

  “Maybe.”

  “If I’d have known that, I’d have stopped by for a show. Bet she’s loud when she comes.”

  My hands clenched, and I had to remind myself not to punch the Treasurer of my club. He was an officer and I was just a patched member. If it came down to taking sides, Torch would ride my ass and not Flicker’s. Didn’t mean I had to like what he had to say about Delphine, though. She was mine. Not some damn club slut on display for him or anyone else.

  “Her body is mine to look at, not yours,” I said. “She’s not up for grabs.”

  “If she’s sticking around for longer than a few days, you need to talk to Torch and Venom. I’ll give you until tomorrow. If she’s still here then and you haven’t spoken to them, I’m making a call. She’s not your property, or Dixie Reapers property. Which means she doesn’t belong here.”

  “The fuck she doesn’t,” I said, my temper rising. “Delphine is mine.”

  “Then you need to introduce her to the club and put your mark on her.” Flicker smirked. “With something other than your dick.”

  “Smartass,” I muttered.

  Flicker slapped my arm. “Look, I won’t lie. I wanted to go a few rounds with her. She’s hot shit, but if you’ve already laid claim to her, then no harm, no foul. If you want her to have the respect of everyone, though, then you need to do this the right way.”

  “I know. I still have to find out why she’s here. We’ve been a bit preoccupied. Once I know what’s going on, then I’ll talk to the Pres and VP. Delphine isn’t leaving, though. I told her that her ass was mine, and I’m not letting her walk out of here. If I have to restrain her, then so be it.”

  “You could always just fuck her until she passes out,” Flicker said.

  I snorted. “Thanks. I’ll take that under advisement, but considering how long she can last, my dick might fall off before that happens.”

  “Lucky bastard.”

  “Your woman is out there. Maybe closer than you think.”

  Flicker stepped outside and I followed him, picking up Delphine’s things and carrying them back into the house. I shut the door and carried her pants into the bedroom so she’d have access to them. I could hear her humming in the tub and smiled. It was nice having her here, felt right. She belonged in my bed, in my home. I already had a design in mind for her property ink. I’d known for years what I would give her, even though I wasn’t allowed to think about such things back then without being a big perv. Maybe even when she’d been a teen I’d known she was meant to be mine, after she’d done a bit of growing up.

  I waited patiently for her to finish soaking and get dressed. It was time for that talk. She’d come to me asking for help, and I had a feeling she needed more than my assistance moving into a new apartment or getting out of a traffic ticket. And now that my dick wasn’t ruling my brain, and I wasn’t so fucking pissed that I wanted to punish her again and again, I was able to think about things more clearly. She’d come here for a reason, and something told me she was in big trouble. Whatever it was, I’d take care of it. No one was going to hurt my woman. Not now. Not ever.

  Chapter Three

  Delphine

  I knew it was time to tell Mason everything, and I had no idea how he would react. I’d thought the moment he saw me, he’d make me leave. Instead, he’d fucked me until I ached and my ass was tender from being spanked so many times. I didn’t regret any of it, and would gladly do it all again. He was everything I’d always wanted, and now that I’d had a taste, I wanted more. He said he wanted to keep me, but I didn’t exactly know what that meant. For a week? A month? A year? He’d never been the type to settle down, so I didn’t delude myself into thinking he meant forever. It had already been a few days, and that was probably longer than he usually kept a woman around.

  Mason had set my jeans in the bedroom at some point and I pulled on my clothes, wrinkling my nose at having to wear dirty panties. But as tight as my jeans were, there was no way I was going commando. If I’d thought ahead, I could have washed my stuff during one of our sex breaks, but my mind had been on Mason and only on Mason. I dressed quickly and went to find him, following the sounds of the TV to the living room. His house wasn’t huge by any means, but the place looked like it had a good amount of square footage. I wondered if he planned on filling the extra bedrooms with kids one day.

  Pressing a hand to my belly, I wondered if there was one growing inside me already. As often as he’d taken me, we were gambling, big time. I didn’t know how he felt about that, or if he’d really thought about it past that first time. We hadn’t talked about it past the initial discovery of me not being on the pill and him not using a condom. I’d told him I didn’t want him to use one, mostly because I’d wanted to feel all of him, but he had to have worried about me getting pregnant, right? Wasn’t that something that freaked guys the hell out? Was he trying to get me pregnant? Or did he just not care?

  Butterflies swarmed in my stomach, or maybe it was more like angry hornets, as I stepped into the living room and eased onto the couch next to him. Mason winked at me and reached for my hand.

  “Feel better?” he asked.

  “A little. I guess we need to talk.”

  “You didn’t come find me in all this time, so it makes me think something big is going on. You need help of some kind. And I know if you’d been looking for another shot at getting into my pants, you wouldn’t have waited six years.”

  My cheeks warmed. He wasn’t wrong. Not entirely, anyway. I had thought of coming to see him before now, but I’d been so scared how he would react. Things hadn’t ended well between us, with me throwing myself at him, and him walking out and vanishing from my life altogether. If I’d known that I’d get the kind of reception I had that first night, I’d have been here sooner, and maybe my stepmom wouldn’t be trying to have me killed. Yeah, I had to admit it. The woman my dad had married, had told me to treat as a mother, wanted me dead all so she could have everything.

  “Did you keep up with my dad at all after you left?” I asked.

  “He called a few times, and I passed him on the street on occasion. Not like we met for coffee once a week or anything, just a nod as I passed on the opposite side. He tried to keep in touch, but I started ignoring his calls. I never told him the real reason I’d left, but I sometimes wondered if he sensed something else had happened that night.”

  I nodded. My dad had been rather intuitive, so that didn’t surprise me at all. I’d caught a few looks aimed my way the days after Mason had left. At first, I’d been paranoid and scoured every inch of his shop looking for cameras, thinking he’d witnessed my humiliation, but I’d never found any.

  “He got remarried a few years ago. Some woman with three kids convinced him she was in love with him. From what I’ve learned of her over the years, what she loved was his house and the fact he owned his own business. She never did like me, and when Dad died, he left his business and half his life insurance to me. But there was a provision in the will,” I said.

  “What provision?” Mason asked.

  “Since I wasn’t married and I don’t have any children, if I die, then everything goes to her. Unless I have kids by the time that happens.”

  “Okay. So, don’t die.”

  I snorted. “That would be easier if she hadn’t hired someone to kill me. Even if she hadn’t, I could just as easily step off a curb and get hit by a bus, or choke on a piece of chicken. There are no guarantees in life, Mason.”

  “Wait.” His gaze darkened and his lips firmed. “What do you mean she hired someone to kill you?”

  “I thought I was just having a lot of accidents at first. Nearly getting hit by a car, having something fall off a building and nearly squish me, a mugging gone wrong. Then I started getting shot at, and I noticed two men are always present when these things happen to me. I tried to tell t
he police, but I don’t have any evidence.”

  “How did you get through the gate the night you came here?” Mason asked. “I’m glad you’re here, don’t get me wrong, but the Prospect manning the gate should have never let you in. Did those men try to kill you again? Follow you? Was Ivan worried about your safety?”

  “Um. I asked to see you first, and he told me no. Said I could only get in if I was going to suck cock, so… I lied. Told him I wanted to party. He let me through, and I went to find you, and ran into that other guy instead.”

  Mason tensed from head to toe. “Did Ivan try to…”

  “No! He just let me through. I think he might have known I was lying and just wanted me to get a lesson in what happened to women who don’t follow the rules. If you hadn’t seen that other guy trying to get me to have sex with him, I’m not sure what would have happened. Would he have forced himself on me?” I asked.

  “Flicker’s a good guy. All of them are. He wouldn’t have forced you, but he might have tried really fucking hard to get you to change your mind.”

  “I don’t know what to do, Mason. I doubt those guys can get into your compound, but I can’t just stay locked up in here indefinitely. I came crashing into your life and bringing all this trouble to your door.”

  “Hey.” He tipped up my chin and forced me to look him in the eye. “I want you here, got it? Was I pissed to see you standing in the clubhouse? Hell, yeah. That’s no place for you. But I’m not throwing you out, Delphine. Did you miss the part where I said you’re mine?”

  “But your what? Your good little whore? Your slut? Are you keeping me for a week, or a month? You’re not the type to settle down, so I know this will end eventually.”

  He growled and his eyes flashed with anger. “I said you’re mine. As in, I’m never letting you the fuck go. I claimed you, Delphine. Told Flicker you’re my woman. He’s one of the club officers, so I’m being deadly serious, baby.”

  “What does that mean, I’m your woman?” I asked, feeling a little lost. I’d never once considered this scenario when I’d planned to find Mason. I’d figured I’d be lucky if he’d listen to me at all.