Wild Angels: A Biker Erotic Romance (4 page)

“You’re so beautiful.”

She blushed and Mason gently tugged her to the bed. They both crawled on the bed and stood facing each other on their knees.
“What do you want to do first, darling?” Mason ran his hand down her side and Zoe couldn’t help but reach out and touch Mason’s broad shoulders.
“I want you to run the show. I don’t want to have to make any decisions. I need to not make decisions.” Zoe finally spoke of her desire. When she was with John she wasn’t able to tell him what she truly wanted.
“How about we take these off then?” Mason whispered against Zoe’s throat as he tugged at her bra and then the back of her lace knickers. He slipped the bra straps down Zoe’s shoulders, his mouth following his hands, and unclasped the front clasp so her breasts were on show.

He cupped them in his hands and gently rubbed his nose against them. Zoe reached down and ran her fingers through his blond hair and he groaned against her. Zoe yelped in surprise as Mason bent down and sucked one erect nipple in his mouth.
“I’m going to taste you.” Mason husked as he released her nipple and pushed her back to lie on the bed.
Zoe didn’t say anything as he slipped her underwear down and gently pushed her thighs apart. Zoe blushed but didn’t try and close her legs. She wanted Mason with everything she had in her.

She moaned quietly as Mason pushed his mouth up and stroked the flat of his tongue against her clit. He got straight in with it, he didn’t bother teasing her.

“Zoe.” Mason husked before bending his head down and blowing gently on her down
there
. She forced herself to keep her eyes open as his wicked grin appeared. He blew on her gently again before his tongue snaked out and stroked over her.
“Oh…” Zoe gasped and thrust her hips slightly.
“You like that.” He stated before doing it again. This time he didn’t look at her, he already knew how much she seemed to love it. Zoe reached shaking hands down to thread through Mason’s hair and he hummed his approval.
She moaned quietly as he pushed his mouth up and stroked the flat of his tongue against her clit. He murmured against her and Zoe clenched deep inside. He removed one of his hands from her thigh and trailed it up and over her stomach before letting it slowly move to where his tongue was playing.
Zoe moaned louder this time as he pushed his tongue inside. She never liked doing this with John, he never seemed to be able to get it right, but with Mason everything in her body was on fire. Mason pushed his finger inside her without warning. It stung slightly since the Zoe hadn’t slept with anyone in a long time. He sawed his finger in and out slowly before sucking her clit in his mouth. Out of reflex her hands clenched in his hair and he growled against her.

“You’re so wet.” Mason crooned and added another finger slowly. He made a scissoring motion with his fingers to stretch her wider and Zoe clenched around him.
“Oh God…” Zoe whimpered. He let her adjust before sucking her clit into his mouth again. This time he scraped his teeth across the sensitive nub and she felt a tingling in her stomach.
“Mason…” Zoe tried to warn him, but her orgasm was already starting. It started as a slow sizzle of pleasure, starting at her lower back and spreading lower before it felt like a wave crashing over her whole body as pleasure flooded her body. Before her orgasm was over Mason was pushing inside her and filling her to the maximum she could go.
“Zoe, baby.” He groaned as thrust his hips. Zoe smiled up at him, her chest heaving.

“Just move, Mason.” She knew he was waiting for her approval to move and moaned quietly as pleasure washed over her again. She’d forgotten how much she loved doing this. She’d forgotten how much she loved the weight of a man on top of her.

“Your ribs...” Zoe gasped as Mason lifted her up and changed their positions so she was on top of him.

“There, problem solved.”

“I...” Zoe had never liked this position. She always felt too vulnerable. Mason winked at her and pushed his hips again causing Zoe to moan. Maybe this position wasn’t too bad after all. Zoe placed her hands on Mason’s chest, just above his ribs so she didn’t hurt him and lifted her pelvis up.

“Just like that, baby.”  Mason let his head drop back on to the pillow and groaned as Zoe twisted her hips. They kept this up until Mason was groaning almost constantly. Mason’s eyes opened and his hands reached out to take a hold of her hips.

“Do it like you mean it.” Zoe whispered and Mason smirked at her before he planted both of his feet on the bed and started to move his hips at a furious pace. The only sounds in the room were of them moaning and the sound of flesh on flesh.

“Mason!” She jumped in shock and pleasure as Mason’s hand reached between their bodies and his thumb rubbed over her clit again. He chuckled again and Zoe glared at him. Two could play that game. She moaned again before squeezing her body tight around him. His rhythm stuttered and he grunted.

Mason held onto her hips tighter and forced his body further into her until they were joined completely. Zoe moaned as the furious pace didn’t stop and she felt her body about to release again. She once again tried to warm Mason but her orgasm came over her too quickly and she was moaning and shaking.

Mason grunted and pushed himself inside her as far as he could and released himself into the condom. She groaned when they parted and flopped onto the bed next to her. Mason disposed of the condom and they both lay there, trying to catch their breath.

“That was...” Zoe shook her head in amazement.

“Amazing.” Mason grinned and rubbed his ribs for a second before turning to face her.

“Just don’t leave yet, okay?” Zoe whispered to him, her eyes searching his face.

“I’m not leaving just yet; I’ll stay a few more days. I should leave but I can’t, not yet.” Mason reached out and stroked his hand down her cheek with a smile.

****

Zoe woke to the sound of the front door opening. She looked over at Mason and he was still sleeping. The clock across the room read three thirty. That meant her mother was the one who was coming in the door. She jumped out of bed and slid the robe on before running from the bedroom.

“Zoe? Where are you, dear?”

“Here, mother. I was just about to get in the bath.” Zoe brushed her fingers through her hair and turned the corner to the kitchen. She stopped walking the instant her eyes made contact with the men in all black.

Her mother and daughters were sitting in the kitchen with three men holding a gun to each of their heads. Her daughters had tears streaming down their faces and her mother was as pale as a sheet.

“What’s going on?”

“Where is Mason?” a man wearing a black baseball cap asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“We know Mason is here.” The man who was talking gestured with his gun to a man standing by the stairs to go upstairs. He nodded once before he took off upstairs. Her heart pounded in her chest at the thought of them finding Mason or hurting her daughters.

They all waited in silence until the man came down, dragging Mason down the stairs with him. Even though Mason wasn’t a small man the other man managed to drag him down the stairs with hardly any effort because of Mason’s injuries. It took two men on each of Mason’s shoulders to hold him to his knees.

“Listen here, Mason. Either you tell us where you’ve hidden the drugs or your whore and the kids get it.” The man with the cap pushed the gun further into her mother’s head when Mason didn’t answer.

“I don’t know. I gave them to Fabio.”

“You better not be lying. I’ve got ten other men outside waiting to deliver letters with surprises if you’re lying to me.”

“When the police came I gave them to Fabio. I swear.” Mason glanced towards Zoe who had her hand in her pocket. She nodded to Mason and he relaxed slightly in the man’s hold. Either Zoe was phoning the police or she was calling someone for help.

“I think I might just take this one for my own. Since you’re so attached to her.” The man with the black cap reached over and stroked his hand down Zoe’s face. It took everything in her body not to shudder at his touch. Instead she kept her gaze forward, on her two daughters and mother.

“You touch her and I will cut your balls off with a rusty knife, so help me.” Mason threatened, his body surging forward in the man’s grasp.

“I’m scared, Mummy.” Angelia sniffled and Zoe saw Mason’s eyes narrow as he stared at the man in the cap.

“William, let them go. It’s not them you want. It’s not the neighbourhood you want.”

“That’s where you’re mistaken, Mason. Since you ran into this neighbourhood, it makes me want it.” William, black baseball cap guy, lowered his gun and crouched in front of Mason.

“It’s me you want. Why hurt innocent people in the process?”

“Well the thing is—“ that was as far as William got in his sentence before the doors to the house slammed open and armed policemen stood there. Zoe risked a look outside and felt relief through her body at the sight of the policemen arresting countless men outside.

“Release the hostages.” A SWAT man had his gun aimed at William’s head and Zoe’s fear spiked again.

“Just one thing first, officer.” William smiled at the SWAT man before spinning and firing his gun quicker than Zoe could even register. She heard Mason shout and the two men dropped him and ran. The SWAT team were on them within seconds.

Her daughters and mother were released, the two girls immediately running to her. She hoisted them both in her arms and tried to soothe them as she saw Mason writing around in pain. Her mother shook her head before heading rushing towards Mason. Her mother was a nurse in the ER for nearly forty years so she knew that Mason would be safe in her hands.

She set Rebecca and Angelia down on the counter and looked at each of their faces.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“We’re fine, Mummy.” Angelia reached out and held her sister’s hand with a little smile; even though tears were streaming down her face she tried to be strong for her sister.

“Who’s he?” Rebecca pointed to Mason who gave a half-hearted wave to the little girls. They both enthusiastically waved back him.

“That’s Mason. He’s a friend of Mummy’s.”

“More than a friend.” Mason grumbled and then grunted as Zoe’s mother put more pressure on his shoulder. Zoe smiled and watched as the police vans departed from her kitchen window. The window had been covered with a cardboard sheet at some point and she didn’t remember doing it.

“Mummy, is Mason our new daddy?” Rebecca was munching on a cookie that had been left on the counter earlier. Obviously the girls weren’t too shook up about what had happened or they adjusted quickly.

“No, Rebecca. Mason’s not your new daddy.” It pained Zoe to have to say the words but deep in her heart she wished that he was. The ambulance crew finally arrived and took over from the position of her mother.

“I want Zoe in the back with me.” Mason moaned when they lifted him on a stretcher.

“I can’t, I’ve got my daughters.”

“I’ll watch them for a few more hours. You go be with your man.” Her mother patted her on the shoulder with a smile.

“He’s not my man.”

“Honey, he’s your man and you’re his woman. Just go with him.”

“Mum—“

“Just leave or I will push you out of the door with my foot, Zoe.” Her mother kept the pleasant smile on her face and Zoe was fearful for what might happen if she didn’t go with Mason so she followed the paramedics into the back of the ambulance with Mason.

“Zoe, I’m so sorry for what happened.”

“It’s all right. Everyone is safe now.” Zoe reached out and stroked Mason’s hair away from his face with a smile.

“Are we okay?”

“What do you mean?”