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Emma

M ason rides like a man possessed with me on the back of his bike. He doesn’t say a word. From how white his knuckles are and how tense his body is, I get the impression he’s fighting the urge to turn back and finish Breaker off.

When we finally stop, we’re outside a motel.

“What are we doing here?” I ask.

“I’m not risking going anywhere else until we know it’s safe. We wait here until we hear from the guys,” Mason replies, stalking into the reception.

Once we’re in the room, Mason sinks down into a chair and runs his hands through his hair. “Jesus, Emma. I told you this was a bad idea.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault that asshole tried to rape me?” I reply incredulously.

“I told you he was dangerous,” he replies bluntly, getting up and pacing like a caged animal full of pent-up rage. “When I saw him on you… I wanted to kill him. Fuck! Do you realize what this means? We’ve just started a war between the Iron Serpents and the Hell Riders.”

“Jacob will understand. You had no choice. You were saving me.”

“No, Emma. He won’t. He won’t understand why the fuck I let you go in there in the first place.”

“ Let me? You’re not my keeper Mason, this was my choice,” I fire back.

“Jesus, Emma, must you be so goddamn stubborn all the time?”

“Says you! You’re the most infuriatingly pigheaded man I’ve ever met! Why won’t you just let me make my own decisions!” I snap, poking a finger against his chest and trying to square up to him so he meets my eyes.

“Because I care about you!” he shouts, surprising us both.

We stand there looking at each other, surprised and breathless, and the angry passion between us turns into a different kind of passion entirely.

“Kiss me,” I command.

This time, he doesn’t hesitate.

His mouth crushes over mine in hungry desperation and I kiss him back with just as much enthusiasm. After what just happened, the last thing I would have expected to want is sex. But the need to be touched by someone else's hands, to feel in control of my body and expunge away the memories of that beast's hands on me is overwhelming.

I frantically tug at his clothing, and he allows me to undress him, my hands caressing the planes of his body, the tight muscles. He seems to sense the need for me to be in control, to be the one to take the lead, so he doesn’t rush me or try to take charge. I push him down to sit on the chair by the bed, throwing off my clothes so I’m just in my bra and panties. They’re nothing special, a practical comfortable set but his eyes explore my body as though I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

I drop to my knees in front of him, pulling his thick erection from his boxers. Gripping the base I slowly glide my hand up and down, feeling the length of him, the effect I have on him. He might claim what happened before was a mistake, but he can’t deny the way his body responds to me.

“Emma,” he breathes softly, whether a warning to stop or a request for more, I can’t tell.

Perhaps he can’t, either.

I look him in the eyes, leaning down and running my tongue around the tip of his penis, tasting the salty precum of arousal. He lets out a gentle moan of release as I take him in my mouth. I continue to tease him with my mouth, taking him in deeper and longer strokes. My eyes keep returning to his face, enjoying the look of pure pleasure on his handsome features. My pussy becomes slick with anticipation, and I use my other hand to massage my clit.

“Fuck, Emma, you’re gonna make me explode if you keep doing that,” he grunts as he notices.

Something about this whole encounter emboldens me and I decide to do something I wouldn’t have had the confidence to do before. I stop what I’m doing, standing back up and looking at him. I’d love to sit on his cock and ride him right now, but I force myself to stop, I want to drive him as mad as he drives me. He claims he doesn’t want this, that we shouldn’t do this ever again. Let’s see how he likes being teased.

“I’ll stop then,” I purr as I remove my underwear.

I step back toward the bed, not taking my eyes off him as I sink down onto it. Still maintaining eye contact, I slowly begin to caress myself. His pupils widen and he bites his lip as his eyes flicker from mine down to where my fingers tease my wetness, legs spread wide for him to watch.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamned sexy…” he groans, stroking himself as he watches me.

“Then why keep denying that you want this?” I challenge.

“You know why…” he groans, the inner conflict between what he should do and what he wants to do evident on his face.

“And you know that it’s bullshit. Only I get to decide what I do with my life and my body. If you want me, just admit it,” I reply. I defiantly meet his gaze, challenging him to stop me. All the while I continue to touch myself. “Because I want you, Mason.”

“God help me, Emma, I want you too,” he finally admits.

“Then come take me,” I tease.

He doesn’t hesitate, he crosses over toward me, his mouth finding mine in a passionate kiss. “Fuck me,” I order.

He positions his cock at my entrance, thrusting into my already soaking-wet pussy in a well-practiced stroke, grunting with pleasure as he does so. He thrusts in and out, my pussy getting wetter with each stroke as he fills me, and yet I want more. I want to be the one in control. I wrap my legs around his waist trying to pull him closer but it’s still not enough.

“Let me go on top,” I order.

With well-practiced ease he lifts me up to we’re standing, fucking me upright for a moment, his strong arms bouncing me up and down the length of him as I cry out with pleasure. Then he moves to sit on the chair with me straddling him.

In this new position, his cock hits my G-spot, and I moan, grinding on him. His big hands squeeze my ass while his mouth kisses my neck before taking my hard nipples in his mouth, nipping and biting them. My skin is rubbed raw from his beard, but I don’t care. The sex is almost as incredible as it is when Jax and Ty are with us.

A fleeting niggle of concern for them crosses my mind but Mason quickly consumes my every thought as he massages my clit while teasing my nipples.

“Fuck, Emma,” he grunts closing his eyes as I bounce up and down on his cock.

I can tell he’s as close as I am. I can feel his cock pulsating inside me as I tighten and spasm around him, the pressure of my orgasm rising.

“Fuck, Mason I’m so close!” I moan.

“Yes, cum for me…” he growls now using his arms to fuck me harder and faster.

“Cum with me,” I beg, kissing him.

The pressure builds as, panting and sweaty, we fuck furiously, all of the worries of the outside world forgotten in the moment of pure pleasure until finally, we both come topping over the edge. We cry out, reaching climax just seconds apart.

“Shit, Emma,” Mason pants looking at me in wonder.

“Don’t you dare say this was a mistake,” I tease, half seriously.

He smiles and shakes his head. “No. You were right. I chose to let this happen just as much as you or the others. I wanted it. I have to suffer the consequences.”

“Oh, sex with me is something you have to suffer, is it?” I quip. I laugh at his stricken expression, tapping him playfully before climbing off his lap. “I’m kidding. Look, my brother doesn’t need to know about all this.”

Mason nods. “We’re all consenting adults. If we want to have sex, there’s no reason why he needs to know about it.”

Part of me feels a little bit wounded that Mason seems to be discussing it as though what’s happening is just casual sex, but really what else is this? We’ve only had sex twice, once of which was with his two best friends present, and if I’m being honest, I want to explore sex with all three of them. I’m attracted to all of them equally and for very different reasons.

“Do you think Jax and Ty will mind?” I ask, trying to gauge if Mason now somehow thinks because of what happened I won’t be interested in them too.

“They’ll probably be pissed that they missed out on the fun and that I’m not following my own orders. But, no, they’ll understand it’s ultimately up to you who you want to sleep with.”

“Right, good. I’m new to all this. I’ve never been… involved with more than one man at once so I don’t really know what the done thing is. How to act. Because I want all of you…”

“Right, yes. Speaking of, we should speak to the others, find out what’s going on, and let them know we’re safe,” Mason says abruptly, starting to get dressed.

I suspect there’s something else on his mind and I wonder if I said the wrong thing. But I don’t push the matter. He’s right, we should find out how the others are. A pang of guilt hits me. What if something happened while we were busy fucking?

“Yes, of course.”

While I’m gathering up my clothes and getting dressed. Mason pulls out his phone to call the others, avoiding looking at me.

“Did you get Bess out alright?” Mason asks.

I can’t hear the response, but the relief is evident on his face, so I assume the answer is yes. This helps to ease my guilty conscience a little.

“We’re both fine. It’s a long story. Where are you?” Mason replies to the person on the other line.

Clearly, he doesn’t want to give too much away on the phone.

“Right, we’re coming now. See you soon,” he says hanging up the phone.

“Come on, let’s go,” he grunts, hardly looking at me.

“Where? Is everyone okay?”

“Bess’s. Yes, they’re fine,” he replies, his tone impatient and stressed. “Go wait by the bike while I check out,” he says before striding out of the room.

With no choice but to do as he said, I head outside to the parking lot. I’d thought that things had finally thawed between us. Yet once again, I’m left feeling confused and uncertain about what he’s thinking. He seems so cool and distant suddenly.

What is it about this man that makes me throw caution to the wind and feel like a sex goddess the one minute and a foolish schoolgirl the next?

Yet again I’ve let my feelings get in the way of the task at hand. I just hope Bess was able to find out some information before Mason started a war for me.