Page 14 of Fallen Dove (Fallen Lords MC 2nd Gen #1)

Mason

Steam filled the shower, thick and hot, as the spray pounded down on my shoulders as I leaned back against the tile. My eyes shut, and it wasn’t the white walls I saw. It was her.

Adley.

Her soft lips. The way she tasted last night. The way she fit against me like she’d been made for me. My hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slow at first, but my grip tightened as the image of her mouth on mine burned through me.

I pumped harder and faster as water cascaded over me. My muscles tensed as I imagined her hands sliding over my body.

“God damn,”

I groaned, as my hips jerked as I came hard against my fist. My come shot out against the floor and mixed with the water as it swirled down the drain. My chest heaved and every nerve buzzed as I milked the last of it out of my balls, squeezing my cock until there was nothing left.

I stood there and tried to catch my breath.

For fourteen years I hadn’t let myself think about Adley like this. I’d kept her eighteen in my mind. Off-limits. Slayer’s daughter. Untouchable.

But last night? Last night had torn all that to shreds.

She wasn’t a kid anymore. She was thirty-one. A full-grown woman who knew what she wanted. And fuck if she didn’t want me.

Jesus Christ. She was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen, and it had taken every ounce of willpower I had not to bend her over my bike right then and there and finally make her mine.

If only it were that easy.

Making Adley mine wasn’t going to be about just giving in and touching her. It was going to be about the fallout. About the club. About Slayer.

And when Slayer found out? God help me.

Still, no matter what came, I knew one thing: whatever it took, it would be worth it. She’d be worth it.

I forced myself to finish washing, then shut off the water. Grabbed a towel and dried off. I pulled on a pair of jeans, boots, and a plain black tee, then snagged my cut from the chair in the corner of my room.

It was Sunday. The Social Club was closed. Which meant no Adley today. Probably a blessing in disguise, since all I wanted was to get my hands back on her, and that wasn’t going to help me think straight.

If I couldn’t have her, I needed the next best thing. My bike.

I stuffed my keys into my pocket and headed out of my room. The clubhouse was silent, still wrapped in that early Sunday haze. Even Junior hadn’t surfaced yet. No clatter in the kitchen, no voices in the common room. Just me and my boots echoing across the hardwood.

I pushed through the door and stepped out into the cool morning.

I swung my leg over the seat, settled in, and slid the key into the ignition. The familiar rumble shook through me as the engine roared to life, deep and steady like it was reminding me who the hell I was.

I gripped the handlebars, took a long breath, and let the vibration soak through me.

I needed the road. I needed the wind in my face and the world rushing by. And more than that, I needed to figure out what the hell I was going to do about Adley.

Because pretending I didn’t want her anymore? That wasn’t an option.