Withstanding Me
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Pyro hands me another, and I read it. This one says Haley and baby. I twirl it around with my fingers. And her name floats across my lips as I flick it, landing it perfectly into his cheek.
He hands me another, and I read it. Lana. I hand it back. I don’t think he noticed he handed me hers.
“Thanks.” He says as he stands up and walks over to the f**ktard, jamming it into his stomach.
Pyro lets out a breath, his shoulders loosening their stiffness as he walks back and sits down, taking a swig of whiskey. “Too bad that didn’t make me feel better, brother.
“I’m bored,” I mumble. I wanna go back to Storm.
“Fuckin a man. Let’s do this shit already.”
“I’ve got me a massive f**kin headache goin. I don’t wanna hear him scream. Let’s just shoot him in the head and then cut him up and burn the pieces.” I moan rubbing my damn temples. This is what happens when you drink out in the blistering ass Nevada sun.
“Ready?” Pyro asks the dipshit.
Dipshit nods his head the best he can with darts sticking out everywhere and closes his eyes. The man ain’t stupid. He knew he was gonna die. I cross my arms, and watch Pyro raise his gun, point it at dipshits chest, and fire.
“Still don’t feel any better,” Pyro mutters under his breath.
“Well, let’s hack him up and burn him. We’ve gotta go.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
***
Chapter 22
Storm
Winter and I had to get off the compound, and in order to do that, we had to come to work at Club Sated. To say it’s not heavily guarded would be an understatement. We’ve got Russians just waiting for the guys to slip up and leave one of us unintended. Right now, everything is still tense with the club and Braxxon’s absence. Mason has been sleeping in my room for the past few nights. He just barely cuddles me. I’m not gonna push him right now because the man is stressed enough and he’s strung up tight. When he came back after disposing the man who kidnapped me, he asked if I wanted to know what he did. All I said was,
“His own blood is on his own hands; he caused his own death.”
Mason was perfectly fine with my response. It was dropped. I don’t feel liberated that the man’s been dealt with. I just feel like I can breathe a little better.
“Hey bitch. Wanna help me take over the Chinese spa?”
She’s so crazy, and I find that is what I love the most about her.
“Sure… what’s the plan?” I grin while noticing most of the brothers pile into the club. “Oh shit, hold on. The rest of the guys just showed up.”
Winter smacks herself in the head like ‘oh shit’ too. “I forgot they were bringing in the new prospects that Phil picked out before he passed away.”
“You mean before he was murdered?”
People pass away from normal causes. Phil was gun down in the middle of the night at his home. It’s just not right.
“Yeah, that’s what I meant.” She mumbles and I feel bad.
“Hey, I didn’t mean anything by that.” I pat her arm.
“I know. I’m gonna go serve them some drinks. ZZ’s on his way over here anyway.” Winter teases.
“Shut the hell up.” I try to sound stern, but I fail miserably.
My eyes horn in on Mason as he stalks towards me, his brown eyes trained solely on me. He’s just so damn hot. Why must he looks so good?
“Darlin,” he murmurs walking behind the bar to stand beside me.
Fuck it. He looks hot. I grab him by the hand and start dragging him off to one of the private dance rooms. The nice VIP ones that we have. I can’t have sex, but that doesn’t mean I can’t please my man.
I lean him against the private pole and sternly tell him with my eyes not to move while I shut the door. I reach over and grab some lace the girls sometimes use to dance with. I walk back over and tie his hands behind the pole so that he can’t move.
“You got me a little worried here, babe. Not gonna f**kin lie.”
As I undo his pants, I start whispering seductively. “Did you know that when you stalk towards me like you do… it… gets… me… so… hot? What makes it worse is I know that underneath that t- shirt and cut is the sexiest chest and arms I’ve ever seen just layered with tattoos.”
“Baby,” he croaks as my fingers trail along his now freed dick.
“And this cock. Oh, this glorious f**kin cock.”
“Fuck. I should’ve given into you a long time ago.”
“Mmm…” I mumble in response as I drop to my knees. I hide my wincing pain. I grab hold of the base and start walking my tongue along his Jacob’s ladder.
“Oh shit, shit, shit, shit.” He moans banging his head on the back of the pole. “Fuck Storm, take it all baby, take all of my cock.”
And so I do. My lips and tongue gloriously move along his c**k as he rams in and outta my mouth. Each thrust becoming faster and harder, almost gagging me as he releases with a roar.
“FUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!”
It’s absolutely animalistic and sexy. I decide to recycle his words. “You were born to come,” I say as I lick my lips, and pull on the lace holding him to the poll as I stand up.
“Unfucking tie me, baby,” he pants.
“Oh Mason, Mason, Mason. I untied you when I stood up.”
His smirk comes back as he wiggles his wrist free of the lace and snatches me up into the slowest kiss I’ve ever had. It’s almost as if he’s savoring it.
He hands me another, and I read it. Lana. I hand it back. I don’t think he noticed he handed me hers.
“Thanks.” He says as he stands up and walks over to the f**ktard, jamming it into his stomach.
Pyro lets out a breath, his shoulders loosening their stiffness as he walks back and sits down, taking a swig of whiskey. “Too bad that didn’t make me feel better, brother.
“I’m bored,” I mumble. I wanna go back to Storm.
“Fuckin a man. Let’s do this shit already.”
“I’ve got me a massive f**kin headache goin. I don’t wanna hear him scream. Let’s just shoot him in the head and then cut him up and burn the pieces.” I moan rubbing my damn temples. This is what happens when you drink out in the blistering ass Nevada sun.
“Ready?” Pyro asks the dipshit.
Dipshit nods his head the best he can with darts sticking out everywhere and closes his eyes. The man ain’t stupid. He knew he was gonna die. I cross my arms, and watch Pyro raise his gun, point it at dipshits chest, and fire.
“Still don’t feel any better,” Pyro mutters under his breath.
“Well, let’s hack him up and burn him. We’ve gotta go.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
***
Chapter 22
Storm
Winter and I had to get off the compound, and in order to do that, we had to come to work at Club Sated. To say it’s not heavily guarded would be an understatement. We’ve got Russians just waiting for the guys to slip up and leave one of us unintended. Right now, everything is still tense with the club and Braxxon’s absence. Mason has been sleeping in my room for the past few nights. He just barely cuddles me. I’m not gonna push him right now because the man is stressed enough and he’s strung up tight. When he came back after disposing the man who kidnapped me, he asked if I wanted to know what he did. All I said was,
“His own blood is on his own hands; he caused his own death.”
Mason was perfectly fine with my response. It was dropped. I don’t feel liberated that the man’s been dealt with. I just feel like I can breathe a little better.
“Hey bitch. Wanna help me take over the Chinese spa?”
She’s so crazy, and I find that is what I love the most about her.
“Sure… what’s the plan?” I grin while noticing most of the brothers pile into the club. “Oh shit, hold on. The rest of the guys just showed up.”
Winter smacks herself in the head like ‘oh shit’ too. “I forgot they were bringing in the new prospects that Phil picked out before he passed away.”
“You mean before he was murdered?”
People pass away from normal causes. Phil was gun down in the middle of the night at his home. It’s just not right.
“Yeah, that’s what I meant.” She mumbles and I feel bad.
“Hey, I didn’t mean anything by that.” I pat her arm.
“I know. I’m gonna go serve them some drinks. ZZ’s on his way over here anyway.” Winter teases.
“Shut the hell up.” I try to sound stern, but I fail miserably.
My eyes horn in on Mason as he stalks towards me, his brown eyes trained solely on me. He’s just so damn hot. Why must he looks so good?
“Darlin,” he murmurs walking behind the bar to stand beside me.
Fuck it. He looks hot. I grab him by the hand and start dragging him off to one of the private dance rooms. The nice VIP ones that we have. I can’t have sex, but that doesn’t mean I can’t please my man.
I lean him against the private pole and sternly tell him with my eyes not to move while I shut the door. I reach over and grab some lace the girls sometimes use to dance with. I walk back over and tie his hands behind the pole so that he can’t move.
“You got me a little worried here, babe. Not gonna f**kin lie.”
As I undo his pants, I start whispering seductively. “Did you know that when you stalk towards me like you do… it… gets… me… so… hot? What makes it worse is I know that underneath that t- shirt and cut is the sexiest chest and arms I’ve ever seen just layered with tattoos.”
“Baby,” he croaks as my fingers trail along his now freed dick.
“And this cock. Oh, this glorious f**kin cock.”
“Fuck. I should’ve given into you a long time ago.”
“Mmm…” I mumble in response as I drop to my knees. I hide my wincing pain. I grab hold of the base and start walking my tongue along his Jacob’s ladder.
“Oh shit, shit, shit, shit.” He moans banging his head on the back of the pole. “Fuck Storm, take it all baby, take all of my cock.”
And so I do. My lips and tongue gloriously move along his c**k as he rams in and outta my mouth. Each thrust becoming faster and harder, almost gagging me as he releases with a roar.
“FUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!”
It’s absolutely animalistic and sexy. I decide to recycle his words. “You were born to come,” I say as I lick my lips, and pull on the lace holding him to the poll as I stand up.
“Unfucking tie me, baby,” he pants.
“Oh Mason, Mason, Mason. I untied you when I stood up.”
His smirk comes back as he wiggles his wrist free of the lace and snatches me up into the slowest kiss I’ve ever had. It’s almost as if he’s savoring it.
