“Tell her she’s insane!” Chantelle cries, throwing her hands up. “Someone needs to get it into her head.”

“You’re fuckin’ insane,” Mason murmurs, kicking back in his chair, big booted feet spread, muscles on display under that dark tee, looking so good I’m having an extremely hard time focusing on anything else.

“I’m not insane,” I protest. “I’m just ...”

“Insane!” Chantelle says again. “He’s a douche. You should never speak to him again.”

“Gotta agree, lady,” Mason adds. “He’s a fuckwit.”

I huff. “I’m fully aware of his fuck-witty-ness. But I can’t help but feel guilty. It doesn’t make sense to you two heartless creatures, but it does to me. When he’s out and everything is good, I’ll be fine, I’ll move on.”

“Unlikely, considering he’s only using you now so you’ll pay off his—”

I shoot a look at Chantelle and she clamps her mouth shut. She didn’t realize I haven’t told Mason that part of the story.

Probably because I’m ashamed of it.

Probably because I’m an idiot for letting it happen.

“What are you payin’ off for him?” Mason asks, eyes pinning me.

“Nothing, just a few bills.”

He narrows his eyes. “Fuckin’ liar.”

“I’m not a liar!” I snap.

“Awkward,” Chantelle murmurs. “Speaking of awkward, I have to get going, I have work early in the morning.”

I look to her, eyes wide. “Don’t go leaving me now, sister. Look at him, he looks like he’s going to attack something. I could be murdered tonight and it’ll be all your fault.”

She laughs. “I hope he attacks you, in the best way, of course. Might knock some sense into you.”

I give her big eyes, and she laughs, standing. “Walk me out.”

I huff and follow her out the door, not looking at Mason. I don’t want to see the kind of look he’s giving me.

He’s probably pissed because he knows I’m lying. But, technically, it isn’t his business. But, also, he did tell me about his sister, which makes me feel kind of bad because he confided in me, and I’m lying to him.

It’s dark out front and a little chilly. I walk Chantelle to her car. She’s only had a couple of drinks, so she’s good to drive. Otherwise, I’d be calling her a cab. Friends don’t let friends drink and drive and all that. She climbs in, and I lean down, staring at her. “He’s going to grill me now, you know that, don’t you?”

She grins. “I hope so. Maybe he’ll knock some serious sense into you.”

“You’re awful.”

“Love you, chicky.”

She shuts the door and pulls away with a big wave. Cheeky bitch. I glance back at the house and exhale. I know I’m going to get questioned when I go back in there. I slowly start walking back in and stop at Mason’s bike, glancing down at it. So fucking beautiful. I run my fingers over the tank, over the seat, and admire the power and strength that radiates off it.

It’s him.

All over.

A hard body comes up behind mine, and for a moment, I startle. I didn’t hear anyone coming. A big hand goes around and grabs hold of the handlebar, effectively trapping me against the bike, but not in an aggressive way. Which tells me right away it’s Mason. My heart starts pounding, because what the hell is he doing? And why don’t I want him to stop? Feeling his hard body pressing against mine makes everything go to jelly. My skin prickles, and my body comes alive.

“You payin’ out some debt for that fucker?” he murmurs into my ear, making my body shiver.

“Yes,” I whisper.

I don’t know what’s happening right now.

Manipulation! He’s manipulating me with his manly powers.

And I like it.

A lot.

“Why?” he growls, hand moving from the handlebar and going to my belly, where he splays it out and presses me back against him.

I can’t breathe.

I want more.

“Because I feel guilty,” I whisper.

“Not good enough.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Then I’ll tell you what you’re goin’ to do. You’re goin’ to remove him from your life and let him pay off his own debts.”

His hand slides lower, skimming the top of my shorts. Oh, God. My pussy pulses beneath my panties. I want him. Right here. On this bike. Now.

“I can’t do that.”

“You’re goin’ to do that.”

“No,” I say firmly, but my voice hitches because he spins me around until my ass is pressed against his seat and he’s right there, in my space, big body between my legs, bike holding me up.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ are.”

“Last time I checked, you weren’t the one who made the rules ...”

“Am now,” he growls, putting a hand to my chest and pushing me back on the seat.

“What are you doing?” I breathe.

“Can’t wait a fuckin’ second longer. I’m goin’ to fuck you. Right here. Right now. Show you what a real fuckin’ man feels like.”

Oh.

My.

God.

He drops to his knees and my back fully hits the seat. He turns my bottom half just slightly so he’s able to gain access to it, and he jerks my shorts off like they are merely an inconvenience to him. And then I’m exposed, pussy open to the cool night, big biker between my legs, his hot breath puffing against my flesh.

What is happening?

Oh, man. I am going to cum just from anticipation.

His mouth dives between my legs, and I gasp, gripping something either side of me, terrified the bike is going to give way. His mouth parts and he takes my pussy into it, surrounding me with incredible warmth, making my body seize up with instant pleasure. I gasp and then moan, low and deep, as his tongue starts flicking against my already swollen clit.

Over and over, he flicks and teases, moving from sucking to licking to thrusting his tongue in places that have been untouched for so long.

I can’t breathe.

I arch on the bike and his big hands hang onto my thighs, somehow keeping me there. I don’t know what to do except moan and scream, the pleasure taking over my body, filling me, destroying me. I cum so hard for a moment I don’t even hear myself whimpering, all I can feel is the warm explosion that takes over my body, starting from my core and moving outward.

“Oh, God,” I whimper as I slowly come down, my body shuddering.

Mason is back on his feet, his huge body leaning over mine, face inches away. “That was just a taste. Tell him you’re done.”

“Mason,” I breathe. “I c-c-c-can’t.”

His mouth smashes over mine and he kisses me deep. I can taste myself on his lips, and that only makes me want him more. I press my body upward into his, kissing him with a ferocity I’ve never felt before. Our tongues collide, his stubble scratches my soft skin, and he makes some noises that have my body aching. Deep low ones that rise up from the base of his throat and rattle through me.

“Tell him you’re done,” he growls, pulling away.

I can hear the sounds of him unbuckling his belt, and oh, God, I want him. Inside me. Hard and deep. Right fucking now. The sounds of a condom wrapper being torn lets me know he’s serious. He wants this as much as I do. This is wrong on so many levels, but right here, right now, it feels so incredibly right.

“Mason,” I breathe.

“Fuckin’ tell him you’re done.”

He presses his cock to my entrance, moving his body into an upright position, still holding all my weight at this strange angle. My back is pressed to the seat and along the back of the bike, but he’s holding my ass off to the side.

“Oh, god,” I moan, feeling the thick length pressing, teasing.

“Tell him and I slide my cock into you and fuck you so hard you’ll never think of another man again.”

“Mason ...”

“Fuckin’ tell him.”

“Okay,” I moan. “I’ll do it, I’ll tell him.”

“Good girl.”

And then he slides home.

My body stretches and burns around his invasion. His thick, long, hard length bigger than anything I’ve ever had before. It fills me in a way I didn’t know I could be filled. I scream out into the empty night as he pulls out and thrusts in again. Even at this awkward angle, I can feel every inch of him. And I’ve never felt anything like it before in my life.

“Oh, God,” I cry out. “Your cock ...”

“Is one you’ll never fuckin’ forget.”

He starts fucking me hard, the perfect strokes filling my body and my senses. I try to claw at something, anything, but I can’t seem to get control over my shaking body. I’ve never cum during sex, not without clitoral stimulation, but not a single thing is touching my clit, and I feel it, I feel it all.

And I’m going to cum.

Hard.

Mason leans down with a growl, wrapping his arms around me and launching me off the motorcycle, big arms surrounding me. My legs go around his hips and he moves me around to the handlebars, spreading his legs over the front tire and putting my ass on the bars, and then he keeps fucking me, big body surrounding me, arms closing me in. I bury my face into his chest and inhale, loving the smell of him, loving the way he’s making me feel.

His arms close me in, his hands cup my ass, holding up most of my weight so the bike doesn’t tip, and I lean my head back, finding his mouth, using my hands to drag him down by his hair so I can kiss him, because I can’t hold it in a second longer.

I cum, and I cum hard.

Convulsing around his cock, screaming his name, clutching his hair, kissing him with a force that makes my lips burn.

“Fuck,” he bellows, tearing his mouth away from mine.

His cock pulses.

He’s coming, I can feel every throb.

His big body is tense around mine.

And good lord, I don’t think I’ll ever feel this way again in my life.

What the hell am I going to do now?