Page 7 of Iron

CHAPTER TWO

Iron

Come.

Her text pinged my phone the moment I got back home.

I pulled my phone out a minute after I stepped off my bike though I already had a good idea what it was.

“Gotta go?” Mason asked as he walked over to me and noticed me smirking at my phone.

“It’s Petra,” I said pointedly.

I hadn’t gone into great detail with him or anything but he knew what was going on.

“And I repeat, gotta go?” He raised a brow and chuckled.

“What I got to do is fill everyone in and get settled,” I said though I knew I was going to make that shit quick.

Club came first. That was the personal vow I took when I proudly accepted the President patch. What good would it do a club if the leader didn’t take it as seriously as everyone else did? All my brothers were the same and I was going to make damn sure that no one ever questioned that.

Now, that said, I realized that sometimes shit came up that had to take top priority. That was when things could get shuffled around a little. And so far, I hadn’t had any problems with it.

Since Petra wasn’t in danger or bleedin’ out, I knew she could hold her damn horses for a minute, whether she wanted to or not.

“Nah, I got this, brother,” Mason said with humor in his tone. “You go. Nothin’ much to tell anyway.”

I eyed him for a moment and debated on what to do. He was right, there wasn’t much to tell about how the drop-off had gone. And honestly, that ride had me a bit worked up. I could sure as hell use a bit of Petra time right now.

Just thinking about it made standing in front of Mason uncomfortable.

“I don’t have to look down to know you got something going on there,” he said with a few shakes of his head.

My smile was wide as I reached down and adjusted myself. My cock was starting to throb and since he knew about it, I figured what the hell. Had it been anyone else, I probably would have done my best to play it off. But it was Mason. I’d known him a damn long time. Though we spent some years apart, he hadn’t changed that much. Not even from those years he spent behind bars. It had only seemed to make him look a little harder, but he still had that big heart under it all.

“Get the hell outta here,” he told me with a pat on the arm.

“Yeah,” I grunted. “Call me if you need anything. Church tomorrow.”

“Got it,” he replied, then walked off.

Putting my phone away, I mounted my bike once again.

I entered Petra’s building through the back and let myself up to the top with no problems now that I had the damn clearance to do so.

I stepped into her penthouse and waited because I knew what was good for me.

She clicked her way over to me and looked me up and down with a raised brow.

“You’re… dirty,” she said, a tinge of confusion in her tone like she couldn’t figure out why.

“Just got back from a ride, Pet. Got road grime and bugs all over me.” I held the smile to a minimum. I wasn’t trying to piss her off, but there were times like this that I pushed back in my own way. Maybe I was in a mood right now, too.

“Take a shower,” she said and turned to lead me to one of the many bathrooms she had in this place, I was sure.

“No,” I told her, keepin’ my boots firmly planted to the floor. “You want me, you get me like this.”

She studied me over her shoulder for a good long second.