Mason (Iron Reapers MC #1)

Chapter 6

SIX

MASON

I’ve been on edge since Carlie walked into Perdition a week ago looking like a daisy in a field of black dahlias. As soon as I saw the thick blonde wreaking havoc on my senses I knew I was in trouble. I was drawn to her instantly. Too bad the Vipers walked in and ruined everything. Who knew where the night could have led if they’d stayed out.

I thought she’d freak out during the fight, but she surprised me. She was scared, but she also showed some grit. After the way she responded when I kissed her, I was about to carry her back to my room and show her who I was. All I could think of was owning her body for the night. Feeling her body pressed against mine, with her perfect curves, soft skin, and a scent I can’t get out of my head I’ve been lost to her. Having a woman in my arms never felt that right.

Then Jenny and Dagger came out, reminding me I had a job to do. My club was a wreck and we had retribution to plan.

I let her leave, not wanting to promise anything. I didn’t want to hurt her. My rough world is a stark contrast to her soft one. My head was everywhere at once and I didn’t know if I could live up to whatever I offered her. Instead I stayed silent and watched her walk away. Every step she took made my chest hurt. No woman has ever made me feel that way. I knew then she wasn’t just anyone, she was special. It hurt to know my world could be the reason I couldn’t have her.

As the days passed, my club and I worked hard to get intel on the Vipers. Their weak ass bullshit wasn’t going to derail everything we’d worked so hard for over the years. We’re the fucking Iron Reapers. We own this territory, including the town of Jackson. I understand wanting to set down roots and claim a piece for yourself, but Jackson wasn’t the place for what they wanted. No one deals or sells their skin in Jackson or they have to answer to us. Everyone knows this. The Vipers coming in, pushing into our town trying to lay claim here was a big fucking mistake. Their display on Friday night was mid at best. My brothers and I are planning to tear them apart.

Monday afternoon when we finally started cleaning up the place, one of my brothers found something and brought it to me. Normally we would have thrown it out, but it looked special. And it was, Carlie was wearing it Friday night. This was the in I needed, but I hesitated not knowing if I should go there with her. Especially now when we’re on the brink of something dangerous with the Vipers. I don’t want her to get mixed up in it. Knowing she could possibly get hurt, held me back.

Eventually Dagger came to me on Thursday afternoon and told me I needed to “nut up or shut up.” Apparently I’ve been an even bigger asshole than normal and the guys while loyal we’re getting tired of my “man period.”

So I did. I rode over there intent on giving her necklace back and saying goodbye to her forever. That was the right thing to do. Then I saw her looking sexy as fuck, all natural in a baggy t-shirt and her hair up. And her fucking glasses, looking like a sexy nerd. Never thought this look would do it for me, but on her, fuck. I needed her.

I walked away, but couldn’t stay away. I asked her to come to the club for a members only event. There’s no club whores, just brothers and old ladies. Just us letting off steam. Outsiders aren’t welcome, but I didn’t fucking care. I needed her like I’ve never needed anything so much in my godforsaken life. I left it up to her to decide our fate. Either she showed up to the club or she didn’t. If she didn’t I’d walk away, no matter how hard it hurt.

Now I’m sitting here in my office watching the security cams hoping to spot her car coming onto the compound.

“Pres,” Tank says as he walks in handing me a beer. He’s the club’s Sergeant At Arms, and someone I trust implicitly. His time in the Army turned him into the great strategist he is, and I’m thankful for it.

“Any news?” I ask, finally peeling my eyes away from the cams.

He shakes his head. “Those fuckers have been laying low. We beat their ass and they slithered into their pit. Can’t believe they thought they could show up here and win a fight against us.”

I shrug. “Goes to show they’re in over their heads.”

He nods. “True. but it still pisses me the fuck off. Everyone knows we aren’t to be messed with.”

“Don’t take it too personal, Tank. Things have been good in Jackson for a while now. They just need a lesson in club etiquette.”

Tank smirks. “I’ll be happy to deliver that lesson, Pres.”

I give him a chin lift. “I know you will. Tonight we party. Tomorrow, we set our plans into action.”

“Yo Pres, you got someone asking for you,” Dagger bellows from down the hall.

Better fucking be her , or i’m going to lose my shit. Jumping out of my chair, I don’t spare Tank a second glance before I’m out of my office and walking into our main room of Perdition. There she stands looking hot as fuck, all dolled up like a biker chick. I swear every look she goes for, she rocks it.

“Sunshine, didn’t think you’d make it out tonight.”

She bites her bottom lip and looks up at me with uncertainty in her gaze. “I wasn’t either,” She shrugs. “But I figured why the hell not.”

“That’s my girl. Care for a drink? We have beer and liquor.”

“I’ll have a beer. Thank you.”

When she smiles it melts a part of my ice cold heart. Meeting her right now is the worst possible time, but keeping away from her is impossible. Placing my hand at the small of her back, I guide her out back where most of the guys and their women are drinking and hanging out. These are my people, this is my world, but having Carlie at my side fills a part of me I didn’t realize was missing.

I grab her a beer and twist the top off before handing it to her. She smiles and waits for me to take the top off of mine before clinking her bottle against mine and taking a sip. Jesus, even the way she takes a drink from her beer is sexy.

“What made you decide to come tonight?” I ask.

Her cheeks burn, and like the dick I am, I love knowing I’m getting to her. I want to see how far that flush goes down and where else I can make her blush. I’ve never cared much for women beyond the brief moments we spent connecting, but with Carlie everything is different.

“What made you invite me?” She counters.

“Touché,” I smirk. “Come on,” I grab her hand and pull her to the makeshift dance area where my brothers are grinding on their women to the music blaring from the speakers. Gripping her hip in one hand, I press my body against hers and sway with her. “You get all dolled up for me?” I ask in her ear.

She looks over her shoulder up at me. “And if I did?”

Reaching around to her front, I grip her chin roughly and guide her to my lips. Fuck she tastes like beer and heaven. My tongue glides into her mouth against her tongue. As we kiss, she turns in my arms, and wraps her arms around my waist. We rock against each other to the rhythm of the music. We’re surrounded by people, and alone all at once. It’s only her and I that matter, she’s the only thing I see. I twist her back around and grind my hard cock against her ass placing wet kisses against her neck. Jesus I could take her right here if she’d let me.

“Food’s on!” Dagger hollers.

His words are like ice water, pulling us apart. She turns and looks up at me sheepishly. I could be wrong, but I don’t think she’s ever been this open sexually before. Knowing I’m the one to bring it out of her is intoxicating.