Trusting Love (South Coast Brothers Book 3)

by Kacey Hamford

  “Sounds great, can I get an application form?”

  “No need, the job is yours if you want it?”

  “Really? Yes, I’ll take it.”

  “Great, let me just go through the days and how it runs. Take a seat.” As he walked away, Cammie threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I held her close to me and stood at my full height which caused her feet to come off the ground.

  “You don’t mind, do you?” she asked.

  “I didn’t realise I had a choice in the matter.”

  “If you really didn’t want me working here, I won’t. I want you to be happy too.”

  “You can work here, on one condition.”

  “Oh yeah? Daily blowjobs?”

  “You already do that, babe.” I laughed. “You be my Old Lady…”

  “I already…”

  “Jacket and everything, it’ll protect you. If people see you wearing that, they won’t mess with you.”

  “I’ll think about it.” She kissed me quickly on the lips and I put her down once I heard Dan making his way back towards us.

  “I’ll be outside when you’re done.” I kissed her again and nodded my head towards Dan.

  Once I was outside, I grabbed a cigarette and lit it. I tried not to smoke too much around Cammie, she already made it plainly clear that she hated it. I’d give up soon; one day.

  Chapter 8

  Cammie

  It was party night and I put a little extra effort into my appearance. I was wearing a bright blue bodycon dress, it was low in the front and the entire back was covered in see through lace, stopping just above my bum. I paired it with some black heels, bright red lipstick and I curled my hair too.

  Mason and I still haven’t slept together, we had gotten close several times and he had always stopped it, I think he was afraid that I wasn’t ready and I was.

  “Mmmm, you look sexy.” I looked over my shoulder after I checked out my appearance in the mirror once more. Mason was leaning on the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest and his t-shirt pulled in tight across his muscles, showing off his tribal half sleeve tattoo.

  “You don’t look bad yourself.” I giggled.

  He pushed off from the door frame and I thought he was headed straight towards me but instead, he walked past me at the last minute. I watched what he was doing and he went into the wardrobe. I thought he was going to change his clothes.

  “Don’t change, I love those jeans on you.”

  “Oh and whys that?”

  “It shows off that ass well.” I smiled, pinching it.

  “Well, if you can’t keep your hands off me, I’ll never take them off.” He winked at me and then carried on looking through his wardrobe.

  “I much prefer what’s underneath them,” I whispered in his ear from behind. I didn’t have to stretch too much as wearing my heels made me a bit taller. I stepped back when he tried to turn around.

  “Here.” I looked down at what he was giving me.

  “Why are you giving me this?” I took the leather jacket from him.

  “You’re my Old Lady, you need to wear the properties.” He simply shrugged his shoulders.

  “I haven’t agreed to that yet.” I tried to give him back the jacket and he crossed his arms over his chest and stared at me. “I’m not taking it, Mason.” I turned away from him and placed it on the bed.

  “You need to wear it so everyone knows that you’re mine.”

  “Well, everyone knows that I’m yours as this is only a club party tonight.” I kissed him on his cheek and he held me closer as I began to move away.

  “Why won’t you wear it?”

  “I will, just not tonight.”

  “You make me crazy, woman. You’ve turned me into a right pussy.” He laughed, shaking his head and running his hand down his face.

  “I hope I haven’t as I’m all about the cock.” I palmed him through his jeans and he growled at me. “Come on, let’s go and get a drink and then you can do manly stuff, like shoot pool, drink shots and grope me on the dance floor.” I winked at him as I walked towards the door, putting an extra swing in my hips.

  ***

  The party was quite a quiet one, not one I was used to being around. Some guys were playing pool, some were playing poker and others were sitting around drinking. Me and Ashlyn were sitting at the bar talking.

  “Why are the guys looking so miserable?” Ashlyn asked.

  “No idea.” I looked around until I caught Mason’s eyes. He was leaning over the pool table ready to take his shot. I swung around on my stool and crossed my legs, slowly, causing him to miss the ball. I couldn’t help but giggle, he shook his head laughing to himself.

  “Come on,” I said to Ashlyn. We both grabbed our drinks and walked into the pool room. It was just off to the side of the bar and Mason was playing against Solar as Toes and Drake watched.

  “Hey, baby.” Mason smiled as I walked up to him and gave him a kiss.

  “Holes, your turn,” Solar grumbled. I took a step back and walked over to where Ashlyn was talking to Drake.

  “I didn’t say that!” Ashlyn bit out to him. They stopped talking once I was in earshot.

  “Sorry, everything ok?” I asked.

  “Yeah, Drake’s just sulking as there are no locals here which means he can’t get his dick wet.”

  “We’re all pissed that there are no locals here.” Solar added. “We need some more pussy, man.” He slapped Mason on his back after he had taken his shot. “I’ve been waiting ages for my turn with Missy.”

  “You can’t just expect her to go straight from one guy to the next. She’s not a machine,” I said looking at him.

  “Maybe you couldn’t in your whore days but I love it,” Missy said walking in on the conversation and heading straight for Solar. She slipped her hand in his jeans and his smile increased.

  “Hey, you don’t talk to her like that. She’s my Old Lady!” Mason barked.

  “She’s not wearing properties.” Missy shrugged her shoulders and turned her attention back to Solar.

  “She’s my Old Lady and you all know that, don’t give me that shit. Do you wanna be living somewhere else?” he threatened.

  “Chill out, man, we don’t have enough pussy here as it is. You’re ok, you’ve got it on tap now,” Solar said, nodding his head towards me.

  “It’s time to leave,” Ashlyn said. I looked towards her and she nodded her head towards Missy, who was now on her knees and pulling Solar out of his jeans.

  “Fuck!” Drake snarled as he stormed from the room.

  I looped my arm into Ashlyn’s as we walked out of the room and straight up to the bar. Drake was there talking quietly to Penny.

  “You know I can’t. I’ll get kicked out and so will you.” She smiled at him, placing her hand on his chest.

  “You’ve got a hand, Drake, use it,” Ashlyn spat before she walked away.

  “What’s her problem?” Drake asked me, looking confused.

  “Desperation doesn’t look good on you,” I said before I turned away and went in search of Mason. I couldn’t see him sitting with the guys playing poker and I knew he wouldn’t be back in the pool room. I wondered if he was outside having a sneaky cigarette, I noticed that a lot of the time he tried to hide it from me, but I could smell it on him the majority of the time. As I headed towards the front door, I felt a hand grab my wrist, I yelped in surprise. I wasn’t scared, I knew as soon as the electricity zapped through my body that it was Mason that had grabbed me.

  “Where you going?” he asked into my hair as he pulled me up against his body, my back to his front.

  “I was looking for you. I thought that maybe you were having a sneaky smoke.”

  “Me? No, whatever gave you that idea?” He laughed.

  I turned around in his arms and looked at him, eyebrows raised.

  “Ok, you got me. I went back to our room for my cigarettes.” He showed me the pack.

  “Now, the question is, can I
tempt you away from them?” I asked quietly in his ear, dragging my lips slowly down his neck.

  “I’m sure you can find a way.” His breathing was laboured and I could feel his excitement in his jeans, pressing against my tummy. I pushed him flat against the wall and he watched as I trailed my finger down his body, from his throat, over his chest and abs until I stopped at the top of his jeans. His eyes were burning into mine, pale blue eyes into bright blue ones. Though his were turning darker every time I got closer and closer to touching him. I slipped my hand inside his jeans and grabbed a hold of him. He hissed between his teeth and I reached up so my mouth was close to his ear again.

  “I want this.” I squeezed him again. “Inside of me.”

  Mason

  Fuck, what was she doing to me, I never let a woman have this much power over me before but on Cammie it was sexy as hell. I loved how each day I saw more and more confidence in her.

  “You want me inside of you, babe?” I spoke softly. Her eyes met mine, she bit her bottom lip and nodded her head. “Once you’re wearing my property jacket, you can have as much of me as you like.”

  Her head snapped back, looking at me shocked. “That’s not fair,” she complained.

  “Come on, Cam, I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s just a jacket, I’m not asking you to marry me.”

  “You may as well be, it’s just as much of a commitment.” She released me from her hand and took a step back. I missed the warmth her hand gave me, but my hard on didn’t soften.

  “I want to make love to you, as my Old Lady.”

  She took a step closer to me and I thought that I had won her over.

  “Then fuck me, Mason.” I groaned inside, not letting her know that she was getting to me. What was wrong with me? There was a sexy as fuck woman, who I was in love with, standing in front of me asking me to fuck her and I wasn’t doing anything about it, why? My resolve faltered and I slammed my lips down onto hers, my hands going straight for her hair. She moaned and her hips bucked into mine. Fuck she was hot. I tried to slow down the kiss, releasing her hair and letting my hands roam down her back until they found her ass. She moaned into my mouth again as she licked and nipped at me. I could feel her trying to get her body as close to mine as possible. I picked her up and her legs wound around my waist, I turned us and slammed her into the wall. She used her feet to lock her legs around my back and she began to rub herself all over my hardness. I could tell she was getting close to a release as her breathing changed and she stopped kissing me. I pulled away.

  “Mason!” she complained.

  “Not here, no one apart from me in this clubhouse will hear you come.” She nodded frantically as she unhooked her feet and let her legs drop down to the floor. I grabbed her hand and we practically ran to our room. Once we were inside the door, she grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it straight over her head showing me that she wasn’t wearing a bra and underwear that wasn’t really covering a lot. I slipped off my leather cut placing it onto the small sofa, not taking my eyes off my beautiful woman. I reached behind me and dragged my t-shirt off over my head. Her eyes sparkled with lust, twinkling with desire. I was really going to enjoy this. I stalked towards her and wound one hand around the back of her neck keeping her close to me and the other on her lower back, her skin was soft and warm and I wanted to feel other places.

  I started walking forwards, causing her to walk back and as soon as her legs hit the bed we were falling and I was completely on top of her, I was slightly worried she was going to freak out but she just pulled me closer.

  “I love feeling you on top of me, caging me in. Making me yours.” She spread her legs causing me to fall against her wet spot, even through my jeans I could feel the heat radiating off of her. It would be difficult not to just spread her legs and plough into her like I so desperately wanted to do.

  “Mason, please,” she begged, running her nails up and down my bare back. I was lavishing her in kisses, I wanted to taste every part of her. I worked my way down her body, stopping when I reached her panties. I looked up to her and she rose her hips off the bed in invitation. I ripped them off her body and spread her legs wide, using my hands to hold her open to me. I lowered my head until I knew she could feel my breath over her pussy.

  “Is this what you want?” I asked.

  “Yes, please, Mason. Yes!” She squirmed on the bed and I pinned her legs still as I dragged my tongue through her folds, she let out a long relieved sigh, her eyes fluttering closed.

  I licked, nipped and rubbed her, bringing her close to orgasm, several times she had tried to move her legs to wrap them around my head. I knew this was the best way for her to come but I kept her legs pinned to the bed, she wouldn’t be coming that easy.

  “Mason, I need…” she panted.

  “What do you need, baby?”

  “I need you to either fuck me with your cock or let me wrap my legs around your head.”

  I didn’t do either, I just kept torturing her that little bit more. Loving the way her pussy got wetter and wetter for me. Seeing her opened up for me took every ounce of willpower I had not to slam into her. The first time she came around me, milking me, strangling the head of my cock, she would indeed be my Old Lady.

  “Babe, please,” she begged. I stopped and looked up at her. Her face was red, she had a glistening sheen of sweat on her chest and her hands were fisted into the sheets by the side of her.

  I glided my tongue once more through her folds and once I landed on her clit, I released the hold I had of her and she immediately wrapped her legs around my head and began thrusting her hips up. My tongue was on her clit and she used my chin to grind against, it was so hot and I was painfully hard. I loosened my jeans as she lost herself trying to find her release. Just seeing the look on her face would have me coming in my jeans. I squeezed myself and when I could feel her about to come I began to furiously pump my cock in my hand. Within seconds, she screamed out in pleasure and her legs instantly loosened. I jumped to my feet and her head rose off the bed, watching what I was doing. My hand moved faster and faster as hot jets started shooting out of my cock, all over her tummy and pussy. Now she was truly claimed by me.

  “You made a mess.” She laughed.

  “Better here, than in my jeans.” I smiled. I rubbed my release over her pussy and she gasped in surprise.

  “Now you can’t fuck me.” She sulked. I looked at my cock and he was already stirring to life, she followed my line of vision. “Oh, maybe you can.” She smiled.

  “Wasn’t going to anyway, sweetheart.” Her face dropped and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned off.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet and we ran for the bathroom before we made any more mess.

  Chapter 9

  Mason

  “What the fuck is going on?” I heard the Prez shout as I got closer to the bar area. When I rounded the corner, I saw about fifteen women lined up against the bar. I stopped by Prez’s side, waiting to hear what was happening.

  “We’re interviewing,” Toes said grinning.

  “What the hell for?”

  “Club bunnies.” Toes said it like that was a silly question.

  “We don’t need no more girls around here, creating trouble,” he fumed.

  “There isn’t enough pussy to go around here anymore,” Tat piped in.

  “Why don’t you put in the fucking effort and go out and find your own pussy,” he yelled.

  “Mike?” Carla said worriedly from behind him. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Cammie was standing beside her looking at all the women that were in the room.

  “It’s ok, babe,” he said to her. “Just these guys being total dicks.” He turned back to Toes. “Get them out of here, I don’t want to see this again.”

  Toes nodded. “Some of them had such sexy feet too,” he grumbled whilst walking over to the women. Toes got his name as he loved to suck on his conquests toes as he fucked them, disgusting if you ask me, but
whatever floats his boat.

  After all the women were escorted out, some of them complaining and pouting about it, Toes and Tat joined me, Cammie, Drake, Solar and Titch at a table while Missy got us some coffee.

  “I think a trip to club orange is called for,” Tat announced.

  “Oooo, clubbing? I want to come,” Cammie squealed excitedly. The guys laughed and she looked at them confused.

  “We’re on a pussy finding mission,” Solar told her.

  “When are you not? I wanna dance with my sexy man.” She smiled up to me, kissing me briefly on the lips.

  “If my woman wants to go, then we’re going too.” The guys groaned.

  “Hey, I can help,” she complained, slapping Solar on the arm.

  “Oh yeah and how are you going to do that?” Toes asked.

  “By showing everyone there that the most gorgeous biker is taken.” She beamed and snuggled in to me.

  “No way is he the gorgeous one, have you seen all these tats?” Tat asked, showing off his arms.

  “And look at this strong jaw line, and perfectly trimmed beard?” Solar said stroking his hand across his jaw.

  “And this.” Toes stood up and grabbed his jean covered dick in his hand. “Makes me the most gorgeous of all,” Toes bragged.

  “Is it pierced?” Cammie asked. Toes’ faced paled.

  “Um…” He looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders. “No.”

  “Then it’s not the most gorgeous one at this table.” She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hold in her laughter.

  “Is that what women like these days? Pierced junk?” Solar asked, resting his elbow on the table.

  “Oh the pleasure.” She smiled, winking at them.

  “Fuck me. Holes can you pierce me?” Toes asked.

  “Are you serious? She tells you that one thing and you want it pierced? What about healing time, man,” Tat said.

  “Oh yeah, can I not fuck after having it done?” Toes looks at me.

  “Sex is normally fine after about two to three weeks, but you have to be gentle and wear a condom. Normal healing time is four to six weeks,” I informed him.