Trusting Love (South Coast Brothers Book 3)

by Kacey Hamford

  “Now, what are we going to do to you?” I said as I paced in front of them both.

  “Getting me fixed up for a start would be great,” Preppy said.

  “Now, why would we wanna do that, when you’ll be dead soon.” Solar laughed.

  “Well, if we’re going to be dead soon there is no use in talking.” Preppy laughed. “You won’t be getting any info out of us, ain’t that right, S…” Toes shut him up by pressing his hand over the bullet wound in Preppy’s right shoulder.

  “We don’t have you here for info, just good old fashioned revenge.” I chuckled.

  “Just get on with it,” Switch grumbled.

  “No way, waiting will make it more pleasurable,” I whispered in his ear. “Have a good night.” I turned on my heel and walked out of the room with Solar, Toes and Tat behind me. “You.” I pointed at Titch. “Good job back there, you got us out of a sticky situation. Stay on guard here, don’t let anyone in or out.”

  “Sure thing, VP.”

  We all went our separate ways whilst I stayed outside to have a smoke. I was glad that I finally had my hands on them, they soon were going to regret messing with my Old Lady. Speaking of Cammie, I had only heard from her once since she had left and that was to let me know they got to Heather and Blade’s house ok. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see I had four missed calls and a text message. I clicked on the notification to see who they were from, all from Cammie. Shit. I opened the text message.

  Hope everything is ok. Going to sleep now. Night Mason, I love you x x x x

  Shit, it was two in the morning, it was way too late to be calling her back so I replied to the message instead.

  Sorry, babe. We were out on a run. Just got back. Call you tomorrow. Love you too x

  I walked in the clubhouse in desperate need for a drink, I ambled my way to the bar and sat on the stool.

  “Whiskey,” I demanded from Penny. She smiled and placed the glass in front of me.

  “Tough night?”

  “Something like that.” I downed the drink and pushed the glass towards her asking for more. She topped it up, leaning over the bar with her tits on full display.

  “I can help you relax if you want?” She licked her lips and looking at her made me feel sick to my stomach, why did I ever touch these bunnies? They were nothing compared to Cammie. My Cammie. Fuck, she had only been gone for one day and I missed the fuck out of her already.

  “Why would I do anything to jeopardise what I have with Cammie?”

  “She never has to know.” She placed her hand on top of mine and I pulled away instantly. These girls were too needy and I hated that. I grabbed my full glass and turned around to walk away, maybe a game of pool would help relax me. I went to head in that direction when I saw Cory, the bloke Ashlyn had been seeing and his mate Dan, Cammie’s new boss. I made a beeline for them, I needed to have a word with that guy.

  “Dan,” I growled.

  “Oh, hey, Holes.”

  “Holes.” Cory nodded to me. I didn’t take my eyes off Dan.

  “A word.” I jerked my head telling him I needed it in private. I began to walk away and he obediently followed behind me. I lead him outside, I needed another smoke. I looked towards the back of the clubhouse and smiled just knowing what was in the cellar. It took every ounce of willpower not to go down there and shoot the shit out of them. I pulled my cigarettes out of my pocket and lit one, keeping my back to Dan.

  “What can I do for you, Holes?” I spun around and crowded him against the wall.

  “First off, you treat my girl good. She doesn’t need to work but chooses to. If I catch you eye fucking her the way you did when we first walked in, I’ll remove those pretty little grey eyes of yours. If I catch you touching her, standing too close to her, breathing the same air as her, I won’t be held responsible for my actions. She is mine, only mine. Got that?” He nodded, eyes wide from fear. I took a step back and gave him a look to tell him to get lost. As he was scurrying away, I yelled out, “And wear a t-shirt when you’re around her.”

  I finished my smoke, stomped on the butt and headed back into the clubhouse. A game of pool and poker were needed.

  Chapter 18

  Mason

  “What do you mean you’re not coming home for a few more days?” I paced the small area in my bedroom as I spoke with Cammie on the phone. She had already been gone over a week and I was getting frustrated. I needed to see her, hold her in my arms and make sure that she was ok.

  “Heather needs our help.”

  “I need you here with me, you’re the VPs Old Lady.”

  “Mason, don’t start…”

  “I’ve had enough, I’m coming to get you myself.”

  “If your dick ever wants to see action again, you’ll stay where you are. It’s only a couple more days. I don’t wanna fall out over this.” I hung my head at the tone of her voice, she sounded quiet. I rubbed my hand over the back of my neck.

  “Yeah I know, I just miss you that’s all.”

  “I miss you too.” My head shot up when there was a knock on my bedroom door. “Shit, I gotta go. Love you.”

  “Love you too.” I pressed the end button and threw my phone onto the bed.

  “Yeah?” I called out. Tat poked his head around my door.

  “Don’t forget we got those girls coming in today.”

  “What girls?” I didn’t have a clue what he was going on about, did the Prez bring in more bunnies?

  “The ones for piercings and tattoos.”

  “Shit, I completely forgot.”

  “There’s six of them, man. Two want tattoos, three want piercings and one wants a tat and a piercing.”

  “When are they gonna be here?”

  “In ten minutes.”

  “Let’s get set up then.” We walked out of the clubhouse and to the small building that held mine and Tat’s tattoo and piercing business. We didn’t usually work in the evenings but Tat had booked them in. I think that secretly, he was hoping to have fun with one or more of them.

  I was sitting at my station, all my equipment was freshly sterilised and I had a display cabinet that held all of the jewellery. The only thing that separated Tat and me was a curtain between us.

  The bell above the door of the shop chimed and Tat was on his feet eagerly greeting the girls.

  “Hello, Ladies!” he called out and as I walked out through to the reception of the shop all eyes glued to mine.

  “Hi, Holes.” One of the girls smiled. She was tiny, with long blonde hair, short shorts on and a tight v neck t-shirt. She already had a lip piercing, did I do that? I never remembered my clients.

  “Hey. Did I do that one?” I asked, nodding towards her lip.

  “See, I told you he’d remember me,” she said to the girl who was stood beside her. She sauntered over to me slowly, “Yes, and these. I’m Debbie.” She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts where through the thin material of her top and no bra, I could feel her nipple piercings. I pulled my hands away and took a step back.

  “Let’s get this done. Who is having what?”

  “I want my lip pierced!” A tall, leggy brunette called out.

  “Me too,” her shorter friend with spiky black hair added.

  “I want a rose tattoo,” a curvier girl said, she had brown curly hair.

  “I want a star tattoo,” another girl with brown, straight hair answered, and I had to take another glance, they were in fact twins.

  “And I want my clit pierced and a tattoo. Oh and Nancy couldn’t make it tonight, she’ll call and make another appointment.” The blonde from earlier said as she stepped closer to me again. What was her name again? Debbie?

  “Well, let’s start with you,” Tat said pointing at Debbie. “What do you want and where, sweetheart?”

  “I want a row of butterflies on the inside of my thigh.” She placed her leg up onto the chair behind the desk and pointed to where she wanted it. She was talking to Tat but eyeballing me.


  “Let’s have a look at some designs.” He led her away.

  “Right, girls. Let’s do these lip piercings.” I held back the curtain that offered privacy form the reception and they walked through. Tat wasn’t in his section yet so I didn’t close the curtain between us. “Here’s the jewellery display, have a look and see what you want. The prices are on there.” As they looked at what jewellery they wanted, I got my equipment ready. Just as the first girl got comfy in the chair, her friend Debbie stripped off her shorts in Tat’s section. I stood up and went to draw the curtain.

  “No, don’t. I want to watch.” I rose my eyebrow at her in question. “It’ll help distract me. We’re all friends,” she said as she stood in front of me in a v neck t-shirt that was too tight, showing that her nipples were pierced and aroused and a scrap of material that wouldn’t be classed as underwear. I’m sure Tat would be getting an eyeful once she spreads her legs for him to tattoo her.

  “What’s your name sweetheart?” I asked the girl sitting in my chair.

  “Carly.”

  “You nervous?” I sat on my stool and wheeled myself so I was in front of her, my legs spread wide so I could fit her legs in between mine.

  “A little.”

  “Ok, first I’m just going to mark the position with this pen and you can tell me if it’s where you want it.” She nodded as I drew the small dot on her mouth. I held up the small mirror so she could see, she smiled and nodded once more. “Here we go.” I cleaned the area, grabbed the clamp and put it in position but as I was about to pierce it, she grabbed her friends hand and squeezed her eyes shut. A quick pop of the needle going through her skin and I threaded through the piercing and tightened the ball onto the end.

  “All done.”

  “Really? Wow, that was quick.” She smiled and winced at the same time. I went through the cleaning instructions with her and her friend at the same time, saved myself time saying it twice.

  “You ready?” I asked the girl with the spiky black hair as I removed my latex gloves.

  “Yep.” I patted the seat and drew on her with the pen so she could tell me if that’s where she wanted it. “Looks good.”

  “Ok, let me sort out the equipment and I’ll be right there.” I discarded the previous needle and got a fresh one out, disinfected the clamp and pulled on a fresh pair of gloves.

  “Here we go,” I told her as I went through the same motions as before. This one wasn’t as scared as her friend, she didn’t flinch, screw up her face or wince. I was impressed.

  “My turn next.” I looked to my right and Debbie was talking to me. Tat was cleaning her up and covering her tattoo.

  “Yeah, I’ll just have a quick smoke and then be with you.”

  “I’ll join you,” Tat said as he pulled off his latex gloves and we walked outside. Once my cigarette was lit, I pulled out my phone and sent Cammie a quick text.

  Can’t wait for you to come home, the beds lonely without you x

  “You turning into a pussy, man.” Tat laughed as he slapped me on the back, reading over my shoulder.

  “That’s what happens when you find the right girl.” I smiled.

  “That Debbie chick sure is hot. I was working on her tat between her legs and she got a wet patch on her panties. She wants me, man.”

  “You can’t fuck her once I’ve done her piercing.”

  “No, I can’t fuck her pussy. She’s got two more holes, dude.” He laughed.

  “Let’s get this shit done and go for a drink.” Tat nodded in agreement.

  We walked back in and Tat was talking to the next girl wanting a tattoo and Debbie was sitting in the chair waiting for me.

  “You sure about this?” I asked her as I sat down onto my stool in front of her.

  “Have you fucked someone with a clit piercing before?”

  “Yeah,” I answered as I pulled on my latex gloves and got the needle and jewellery ready.

  “Maybe you can show me how good it feels after?”

  “He has an Old Lady but I can show you, sweetheart.” Tat winked at her. Her eyes lit up and she raised her legs in the air and pulled her panties off, showing him everything.

  I grabbed the picture highlighting the parts of the pussy.

  “So you want your clit pierced?” I pointed to the picture.

  “Oh, no. That bit.” She blushed, pointing to the hood over the clit.

  “Right, you want the hood pierced, vertical or horizontal?”

  “Um… What do you suggest?” she asked biting on her bottom lip.

  “It’s not up to me, sweetheart. You have to live with it. VCH is the most popular.”

  “VCH?” she asked. Shit, do these girls not research what they want to have done? So many people come in wanting one piercing but it’s not what they actually want. The guys get confused by an APA piercing and a Prince Albert and the girls get confused between an actual clit piercing and a hood piercing.

  “Vertical clitoral hood.”

  “Oh, yeah I want one of those.” She spread her legs wide and I pushed them back together.

  “You need your legs only open slightly else the area will be stretched. Lie back down.” She got herself comfy and Tat was still watching. “You not got work to do?”

  “I wanna watch, you don’t mind do you Debbie?” She bit her bottom lip and shook her head.

  “I need to test the area to make sure it can be done.”

  “Ok, how do you do that?” Her voice wavered and I was sure the nerves were catching up with her.

  “I’m going to use this cotton swab.” I showed it to her as she leant up on her elbows. “And place it under the hood and see if I can see it… Yep, perfect for piercing.” I discarded the cotton swab and grabbed the needle. “Ready?”

  “Yep.”

  “Keep very still.” I parted her lips and pushed the needle up through her hood in a quick but steady motion. “The needle is through, I’ve just got to add the jewellery.” I got it into position and pulled the needle away as the jewellery slid it. “This is a nice one you chose. A curved one looks good. You can change the jewellery after about four weeks, experiment with different sizes and see what brings you the most pleasure.”

  “Ah, thank you.” She flew off the seat and flung her arms around my neck, kissing me on the cheek. I didn’t touch her back except when I tried to push her away. I ran through all of the cleaning instructions and she got dressed.

  After my area was cleaned and disinfected, I looked over to Tat.

  “You need me to stay?”

  “Na, man. I got it.” I nodded, pulled my leather cut back on and dug out a cigarette for when I was outside.

  “Thanks, ladies.” I smiled. “If you have any problems come back and see me.”

  “Thanks, Holes.” Debbie smiled. I nodded my head in her direction and escaped through the front door. I lit up my cigarette as soon as I was outside and headed for the main club house. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out to see Cammie’s face lighting up the screen.

  “Hi, beautiful,” I answered.

  “Hey.” She whispered.

  “You ok, Cam?”

  “Yep, just trying to be quiet. Ashlyn is asleep. I missed your voice.”

  I laughed as I took a drag of my cigarette.

  “We only spoke a couple hours ago, have you been drinking?”

  “Maybe.” I could hear rustling and wondered what she was doing.

  “Are you in bed?”

  “Yes,” she whispered and my dick jumped in my trousers, she said it just like she did when I penetrated her.

  “Go downstairs, Cammie.”

  “I can’t. Drake is sleeping on the sofa.” She giggled.

  “Go into the bathroom, put that hand of yours down your sleep shorts and make yourself wet.”

  “Mason!” she whisper shouted at me. “I can’t. What if Ashlyn hears me?”

  “You don’t have to say anything, I’ll do all the talking.” I could hear more rustling and
then a click of a door, my girl was being good and listening to me.

  “Where are you?”

  “Outside the clubhouse.” I drew one last lingering drag of my cigarette before stomping it out.

  “You can’t talk to me out there.”

  “There’s no one around, everyone’s inside.” I sat down on the picnic bench, closed my eyes and pictured Cammie in my head. “Now, sit down on the toilet seat, lean back and picture me standing above you. My breath is on your neck, making the hairs stand on end and my stubble is scratching down and across your collarbone. The tips of my fingers are dragging over your hardened nipples. Touch them, sweetheart; pull them, tease them.” Her breath picked up and I could hear the arousal in her soft moans. “Part your legs, imagine me standing in between them. My hands are gliding over your thighs, the roughness makes you squirm. Trail that hand of yours down and into your sleep shorts. You’re wet for me, soaked. Dip a finger inside for me, Cammie.” She gasped and my dick throbbed. I palmed it through my jeans, trying to calm it down. “Drag the juices up to your clit and rub a slow circle around it, getting faster each time.” Her breath sounded laboured, I knew she was getting close. “Keep rubbing, baby. This is the only way I’ll let you come without me, that pussy of yours is for me to penetrate only. I own it, it’s mine. That’s it, Cam. I can hear that you’re close, so close baby. When you come home, the first thing I’m going to do is taste you, run my pierced tongue all over that soft flesh of yours until you come on my face.” A little murmur from her lets me know that she was successful, I could picture her now, a flush covering her face and her breasts rising and falling with each breath she’s trying to calm. “You ok, Cam?”

  “Mmmm hmmmm.”

  “Get yourself to bed and come home soon. I love you.”

  “Love you too.”

  Fuck, that was hot. I missed her. I needed a drink.

  Chapter 19

  Mason

  “VP you ready?” Prez shouted to me as he walked into the bar. I nodded, climbed off my stool and followed him out of the clubhouse and down to the back entrance. It was a sunny morning, not many clouds in the sky and I was itching to get out on my bike for a ride. I just knew that if I climbed on it, the first place I’d be driving would be to Devon and Cammie told me stay away.