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2025-03-09 00:59:09Mason
I didn’t know what was going through the girl’s head, but she sure as hell could fucking dance.
Not that I much cared about dancing. Still, there was nothing better than having an ass like Leilani’s rubbed up against your cock while you moved to the beat. And I could move with the best of them.
The club was packed and loud. It wasn’t my sort of joint. I preferred something more southern, more honky-tonk and less like a shitty east coast banger. But Leilani was making the calls, and I was just following along.
After work, I dropped her at her place, swung by my own to change into fresh clothes, and then picked her up. She came down in these tight black jeans that made her ass look fantastic and this black shirt that showed off just a hint of her fantastic tits, her hair done up. She looked like a fucking sexy biker chick, which was what she was going for.
She directed me to this club and was about to leave when she saw the line, but I knew the bouncer. I got us in without any trouble, and she dragged me right to the dance floor without another word.
My cock was fucking rock hard as she danced with me, our bodies sweating, and she fucking knew it. She felt my length pressed against her and didn’t mind one bit, even seemed to like it. I was betting the girl was soaking wet with every dip and move of her hips.
The place was packed with college kids, probably most of them from the University of Texas. They were hipsters and assholes, preppy douchebags from all over the country. I stuck out but didn’t mind.
And Leilani, she was by far the sexiest girl in the room. She made the college chicks look plain and boring compared to her. Leilani had had some look in her eye ever since I’d picked her up, some intense stare that drove me fucking wild.
I couldn’t tell what she was thinking about the marriage thing. We hadn’t talked about it since then, and she didn’t seem interested in bringing it up. If she didn’t want to talk, I was fine with just grinding against her sweet fucking ass.
But something was going on. She talked about not having freedom soon. I couldn’t imagine she was going to let herself get married off to Jetter, that fucking Rebel traitor cunt, like some medieval slave or some shit. Leilani had more fire than that, more spark. She couldn’t be tamed by some fucking shithead like Jetter.
Maybe there was more going on than I realized. And in that moment, dancing closely with her, our bodies moving together, I found myself not giving a fuck. All I wanted was her sweet ass pressed against my cock, moving to the beat of the music, swaying back and forth.
“You’re the sexiest girl in the fucking place. You know that?” I said into her ear.
She turned her head back toward me, tilting her chin up. “You think so?”
“It’s the damn truth,” I said. “These little girls have nothing on you.”
She smiled. “I believe you. I can feel the proof.”
I grabbed her hips, pulling her ass harder against my cock. “Damn right. You get me fucking rock hard. You know that?”
“Good,” she said, giving me this fucking smile. “Come on. Let’s get a drink.”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me off the floor, heading over toward the bar. We waded into the crowd of people and I easily made room for us, parting the little asshole college kids with ease. They didn’t like that, but I didn’t give a fuck and silenced their complaints with a look.
“Whisky,” I called out. “Gin and tonic for the girl.” The bartender nodded and returned with our drinks.
“Thanks,” Leilani said, clinking my glass. “Here’s to not getting hammered.”
I laughed, knocking my drink back. “Why not? That’s a bad toast for drinking.”
“Can’t drink like I did last night,” she said, laughing. “I can’t physically do it.”
“I’m sure you can, but whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” she asked, sipping her drink through the little straw. I couldn’t help but see a little suggestive smile in her eyes.
“I’m here to make you happy,” I said. “It’s my job.”
“How are you going to make me happy, Mason?”
“I’ll start by getting you back on that dance floor and making you nice and tired.”
“Work me hard?” she asked.
“That’s right,” I said. “I’ll take you wherever you want. Tonight you’re free.”
“Yeah,” she said, “I’m free.” She put her drink back down on the bar and took my hand, pulling me back toward the dance floor.
This time, we danced face to face, bodies pressed close, her arms around my neck. Her eyes were locked on mine, and I couldn’t help but let my gaze roam along her body as she danced.
I’d never felt so much fucking tension for a woman before. Normally I knew what I was going to get, had no fucking trouble picking a woman out and getting her into my bed. But with Leilani, I knew I couldn’t do that. Even if she wanted me and I wanted her, we both knew that she was forbidden. She was way off-limits, and there was no turning back.
Besides, I had a feeling she was just acting out because of the whole wedding thing. Not that I fucking minded, but I wasn’t interested in getting a girl in bed if she didn’t really want it.
I needed her dripping and begging for it first. I wouldn’t touch her before she was practically moaning my name.
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MasonWe danced like that for what felt like an hour. Finally, she pulled me back off the dance floor and we waded back to the bar. We got another quick drink and then she turned toward me.“I’ll be back!” she called over the music.“Can’t let you out of my sight,” I said.“Want to come into the ladies’ room with me?” she asked.“I would love that,” I said. “Get you moaning in the stall.”She just shook her head and walked off. I watched her go over the heads the crowd and saw her disappear into the bathroom.I got another whisky and looked around. It was getting late, and the place was packed with hammered drunk douchebags out looking for their next date-rape victim. I could still feel my cock, hard and pulsing in my jeans, and I scanned the room, looking for Leilani.I didn’t spot her, so I downed my drink and got another. A few more minutes passed as I got the next glass of whisky, and Leilani still wasn’t back.Grumbling, I rolled through the crowd toward the bathroom. My mind was
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LeilaniI woke up, my heart racing.I’d just been dreaming. In the dream, I saw Mason take me the way I wanted him to. Instead of anything standing in the way, instead of the marriage looming over my head, the club, our complicated loyalties, our past, there was just me and him.Biting my lip, I slipped my hand down my panties under the covers. Without thinking, I began to slowly touch my soaked clit.I thought about Mason kissing me again, his mouth hard against mine, his body big and strong. He’d press my body against the door and strip off my clothes a little at a time, all the while kissing my neck, my mouth.He’d whisper in my ear. He’d tell me what he wanted from me, how he wanted me to suck his cock, how he loved to make me beg. I’d be soaking wet when he finally put his hand in my panties. He’d grin at me, that delicious smile, and say he knew all along.And he’d rub my clit with his incredible hands. I’d try to stay quiet, but I wouldn’t be able to, not with Mason and his fil
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LeilaniThe ride out to the club was easy. We didn’t talk much, and I got the sense that Mason wasn’t’ in the mood for chatting.That was fine with me. I was about to go agree to something that seemed truly horrible, even though I knew it wouldn’t be real.I’d never actually marry this guy. I’d say the words and play the part, but I’d never really be his wife. It was only real and only had power if I let it.We pulled up out front and Mason killed the engine. I climbed off and he just looked at me.“Not coming in?” I asked him.He stared at me silently for a second, his gaze intense and brooding.“You sure about this?” he asked me.“Yeah,” I said softly, “I am.”“Seems to me that you have no real reason to do anything for the club,” he said. “You don’t owe us anything.”“I do though,” she said. “Just like you, I grew up here. This is my home. I have to help if I can.”He just shook his head. “I’m not watching it.”“Fine. Nobody asked you to.”He started his engine again and pulled out
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MasonI felt the cool air whipping past my body as I rode out along the highway.I’d been riding my whole life, and it still was the only thing that really cleared my head. Sex felt good and calmed me, violence and excitement felt good and made life worth living, but riding was the only thing that really relaxed me anymore.And I knew that I needed to get away from that clubhouse. My blood was on fire as the memory of the night before came back to me. I remembered the feeling of those douchebag college kids getting beaten down for disrespecting Leilani, and I remembered her body pressed against mine in the parking lot.I hated her decision. I understood it, understood why she wanted to do what she was doing, but I couldn’t support that shit.A lot of guys in the club treated their women like fucking garbage to be thrown out, and I was guilty of that shit too. I fucked around plenty, though I never promised I was doing anything more than that. But when it came to Leilani, I couldn’t pi
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Mason“Mason.” I looked up and saw Leilani looking at me. “You busy?”I shook my head.“Hey, Leilani,” Ford said.“Hi, Ford, Dow.”Dow nodded at her, smiling.“Mason, take me home?”Normally that would make the boys laugh and make comments, but neither of them bothered.I stood up. “That’s my job,” I said.She didn’t respond to that, just left the clubhouse.“Later, boys,” I said to Dow and Ford. They nodded as I left.Leilani was standing next to my bike when I got outside. “How’d it go?” I asked her.“Fine,” she said. “You were gone for a while.”“Went for a ride.”She chewed her lip. “Look, Mason—”“It’s fine,” I said. “You made your choice. I’m just your bodyguard.”She stared at me and then nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.”“Where to?” I askedI got onto the bike and she climbed on the back. “Take me home.”I pulled out and rode off into traffic.We headed back toward her place. It was still early in the day, so I wasn’t sure what I was going to have to be dealing with, but that was fi
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LeilaniMason wasn’t in the mood to talk, and neither was I. After he’d told me flat out that he thought I was making a mistake, I took my lunch into my room and spent the next few hours watching Netflix while he sat on my couch.I had a knot in my stomach the size of Texas. Mason didn’t know it yet, but I was going to meet Jetter at the clubhouse later that night. I didn’t feel like telling him what was going down later on, since he really didn’t need to know.But I wished I could talk to him about it. Maybe he wasn’t the subtlest guy in the world, but at least he seemed to give a shit about me. He’d be able to offer advice or at least a comforting grunt or two.Instead, he was making it fucking clear that he didn’t support this and wasn’t going to. Fine, he didn’t need to support it, but he at least should have been trying to help make this easier on me. This decision was hard enough without Mason giving me shit for it, giving me those looks, making me rethink everything.I didn’t r
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LeilaniMason pushed the door open, and moved aside for me to pass.The council’s room looked a lot like an office’s conference room, if offices had guns and deer heads mounted on the walls. The Demons patch, a horned skull, was etched into a long, wooden table.Sitting at that table were four men. I recognized Stonewall and Reggie, and I assumed the other two were Jetter and his guy.The four of them stood up.“Leilani,” Dad said, “this is Jetter.”Jetter walked around the table, smiling at me. “Well, hello, Leilani,” he said. “It’s nice to meet you.”He had slicked-back, black hair and a crafty smile. Instantly I didn’t trust him and didn’t like him, but I sucked in a breath, steadying myself. It wouldn’t help if I couldn’t even stand to meet the guy once.“Same,” I said.We shook hands. His grip was firm, and he looked into my eyes, smiling.He looked away and to Phoenix. “I know this is hard, but it’s the right thing.”“Sure,” Dad grunted.“Mind if I have a moment with Leilani her
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Mason“We’re patching over the Rebels.”The boys went fucking nuts, yells of outrage, anger, some outright treasonous shit. It was about what I expected, but maybe a little more intense.Phoenix stood there staring back, totally impassive. I leaned back in my chair and glanced at Ford, who just shrugged.Finally, Phoenix held up his hands and the room slowly quieted down.“You all know my daughter, Leilani,” he said. There were murmurs in the group. “She has been claimed by Jetter, witnessed by me. To solidify our relationship, Leilani and Jetter are getting married.”There were more murmurs, some more intense grumbling.“Does she even know him?” Noble called out.“No, she doesn’t,” Phoenix said.The guys got louder at that.I sat back and watched, a small smile on my face. It felt good to see the guys getting as annoyed as I was about this whole thing.“I know some of you think this arranged marriage is something we stopped doing,” Phoenix went on, “and you’d be right. But in this in
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LeilaniFourteen months laterI laughed, fumbling in the dark for his belt.“Fuck I’m starving,” Mason said, pushing me back. “Forget that. I want this sweet pussy.”“Shh,” I said. “You’ll wake Ryan up.”“I think you’re the one who needs to work on being quiet.” He pushed me back onto the bed, and I landed, giggling, as he pulled down my panties, tossing them aside.His lips found my neck, kissing me softly, his hands between my legs, working my soaked clit. “I think about this all fucking day long,” he said in my ear.“Me too,” I whispered.His lips moved down my neck and down my breasts. He dropped down onto his knees and spread my legs wide, his mouth pressed against my clit.Pleasure rocked through me as he began to suck my clit, licking me and eating me ferociously. It’d been almost a day since he’d last touched me like this, and that was too long. Mason had been out on a job with the club, and I had been back at home taking care of our little son, Ryan. He was four months old, a
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MasonI grabbed a bottle and poured myself a whisky. Before I could drink it, someone walked up beside me.“Got one of those for me?”I grinned and turned. Leilani was standing there, smiling at me, still wearing that fucking sexy wedding dress.“Sure, princess,” I said, pouring her a drink. “You deserve it.”“I saw what happened,” she said softly. “I’m glad he’s dead.”“Worked out,” I said.“Think the Rebels will really join us?”“Some will. Some won’t. We’ll work it out. But the important thing is, it’s over.”“To Jetter, may he rot in fucking hell,” she said. We clinked glasses and drank.She put her glass down on the bar and stepped toward me. “Mason, listen—” she started to say, but I stopped her. I grabbed her by the hips and pressed her against me, kissing the girl hard on the mouth.She kissed me back without hesitation.Fuck, nothing ever tasted sweeter in my whole life. Not whisky, nothing. I wanted her, and finally I could have her in front of everyone without any second th
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MasonAll eyes were on Leilani and Phoenix as he walked her down the aisle, which was exactly what we wanted.My heart was beating slowly in my chest as I snuck out of Phoenix’s office, heading to my right. I moved along the outskirts of the room, going wide around the Rebels, getting into position.For the past few days, we’d been planning for this. Everything we’d done had led to this moment, and the gamble we were about to make could go horribly wrong, but we were hoping the men in this room were smarter than we had given them credit for so far.I saw a few other men moving along the outskirts just like me, dressed in suits so as not to draw attention, but they had the same aim I did. I caught Dow’s eye, and he made some inane comment that got a laugh, but it was actually a code for Ford to keep his bullshit going a bit longer to let us get into position.Finally, I was back where I needed to be, and I nodded at Dow again. Noble made another stupid joke, which was the sign for Ford
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LeilaniI thought time was supposed to drag when you were nervous. But when Mason knocked on the door again, it felt like he had just stepped out of the room.He opened the door. “Ready?”“Ready,” Caralee said.He looked at me. “I’ll be with you.”“I know.”I walked forward, taking a deep breath, and stepped out the door, Caralee in tow.“Caralee, you go first with Burke. Phoenix will walk Leilani down the aisle.” Caralee nodded.We moved down the back hallway and stopped near Phoenix’s office door. It was open, and inside were Burke and Phoenix, both looking uncomfortable in their suits.“Hello, boys,” I said, stepping inside.“Wow,” Phoenix said. “Honey, you look beautiful.”“Thanks, Dad.” He took my hand and squeezed it, smiling.Caralee stood next to Burke. They just nodded to each other without speaking. Burke had been in a bad mood all day long, probably because his plan had fallen apart. At least his plan to kill me and take over the club. The wedding was probably never meant t
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LeilaniI stared at myself in the mirror, the veil pushed up over my hair, and couldn’t help but laugh.My wedding day. I never really thought this day would come, despite everything we’d gone through to get here. I wanted it to happen if at least to help save the club that had raised and protected me.“You look amazing,” Caralee said. “Seriously. If I were a guy, I’d have such a big boner right now.”I looked at her and laughed. “A big boner?”“Yeah, you know, a stiffy.”I shook my head. “Hard cock, Caralee.”“Whatever. You make me hard.”I laughed again and looked back in the mirror. “Yeah. I clean up okay.”“Okay? Shit. Better than okay.”I had to admit that I did look pretty damn good in my dress. All white with small black accents, it was the perfect biker wedding dress. It was tight along the top, making my boobs look enormous and amazing, and spread out loosely in ribbons of tulle and satin bows.“You look way better than I did on my wedding day,” Caralee said.“Well that’s not
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MasonWe followed Phoenix back down the hall and into the weapons locker. It was a pretty big room, about the size of a one-car garage. It was soundproof and full of weapons hanging on the walls in racks, plus ammunition and bulletproof vests.Noble was leaning against a rack, absently picking at his nails. The Rebel was awake and looking around, clearly a bit groggy.I shut the door and locked it.“Well, Leeroy,” Phoenix said, “you’ve made a fucking mess.”“Where am I?” he asked, slurring his words.“You’re in a locked, soundproof room,” Phoenix said, “surrounded by men who want to do you harm.”He slowly seemed to wake up a bit, looking around. “Ah, shit,” he said.“That’s right,” Phoenix said. “Shit.”“What do you want from me? Just fuckin’ kill me if you’re gonna.”“We want answers first,” I said, stepping toward him. “You can save yourself a lot of pain if you tell us what we want to know.”“Why bother?” he asked. “You’ll just kill me anyway.”“Maybe, but we might let you live if
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MasonAfter my fucking face got stitched up, Dow came back with a truck. We helped pile the dead body into it, and he headed out to dump the thing out in the desert where it would never be found.Meanwhile, Noble shoved the Rebel into the back of their van. He got into the driver’s seat and rolled down the window. “Meet me at the club,” he said. “I’ll send some guys back for my bike.”“Got it.” He pulled out and I got onto my own bike, kicking it to life.My fucking face was aching, but I was too angry to feel it. This whole thing had gotten fucked faster than I could have imagined, and yet Leilani still thought she was really going through with this marriage.Truth was, after this little fucking stunt, that marriage was done. I didn’t know what Phoenix was thinking, but a direct attempt on his daughter’s life by the club he was trying to patch over basically meant the deal had to be off.But we still had questions, lots of fucking questions. Fortunately for us, we had someone to ask.
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LeilaniI felt dizzy, so I quickly leaned up against the bike, taking deep, gulping breaths.“You’re safe,” Mason said to me. “You’re safe. Just breathe. Breathe, Leilani.”I listened to his voice, keeping myself calm, breathing deeply, breathing deeply.“Who are you?” Mason asked the man.“Now I can make a noise?”“Be a smartass and I’ll waste you.”“Fine,” the man said. “I’m surprised you don’t recognize me.”“Why the fuck would I?”“You kicked me in the face earlier today.”I stared at the man as it really sank in. “You’re a Rebel?” I asked him.“Bingo.” He flashed a grin that was missing a few teeth.Mason bashed him in the head with his gun. The man fell back but wasn’t knocked out. He groaned.“You fucking cunt. Don’t look at her,” he said.“You don’t get it,” the man said. “You really don’t get it.”“Explain it to me then,” Mason said, pressing the gun against his skull.“It’s all over. Everything is over.”Mason started saying something, but it was drowned out by the sound of
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LeilaniMason said he was fine to take me to work, but he definitely didn’t look fine. I wasn’t in the mood to argue though, so he slapped a few bandages on the cut and we headed out. At least he wasn’t actively bleeding anymore.Work crawled along like usual, especially considering it was a late shift. I hated doing the dinner rush and then getting some of the drunk idiots that came in late. I got off at one in the morning, and poor Mason was stuck sitting in a booth for eight hours doing absolutely nothing.Not that he complained. He ate dinner, and then he ate a second dinner a few hours later. I tried not to stare at him too much or spend too much time at his table, but it was hard. The anger had long since faded, and that anger was replaced with this gnawing need.Not to mention guilt. I hadn’t told him about the wedding getting moved up yet, because I was afraid of how he’d react.I didn’t want to hurt him. Actually, I didn’t know if I could hurt him. Sure, we were fucking, and
