Bullet: Devil's Rose MC #5

Chapter 19: Mason Ohara

"I shouldn't have said that."

I don't think that's the issue.

"Why would you say that?"

"It just is. You put your life at risk to go save innocent people from bad people who then are punished for their actions. I mean, that's rare."

"But it's not as simple as that."

"Why can't it be? I don't understand."

"Those people have their own lives too. They have people who care about them."

"I get that, but they are also hurting innocent people that also have families and people that care about them. Any lives lost though, that's what's sad. People losing their lives to more than just death."

I wanna have sex with her. It's so fucking sexy when she's empathetic.

Without having anything smart to reply to that with, I leave it alone, tipping the rest of my whiskey into my mouth. I subtly waive Noah back over to our table and ask him for the bill. Piper argues for a moment, but with one pointed look her in direction, she intelligently decides to stop fucking fighting. 

Not saying she would have hated what I would have done to shut her up, but I'm unsure this is the place she would want me to shut her up in such an unprofessional fucking way. If you catch my drift. I reach my hand down in my pants pocket and pull out my thin wallet. 

Giving Piper a little tease, I brush my fingers over the top of her thigh, grazing the inside of her sexy legs for a brief second, and watch while she fights the urge to push her thighs together.

That's my girl. Get that pussy all wet for me.

I can't wait to fucking taste it. Gonna be sweet. I'm dying to feel her clit on my tongue.

No, no, no, Mason. Shut the fuck up.

She quickly and quietly gathers herself, reigning her desire back. I fucking wish she didn't have to do that. I want her to let go with me. I would handle it. She wouldn't have to hold anything back. Not for one fucking second. 

I would care how many times she would cum; I wouldn't hold back, not fucking once. How I have this much restraint is unknown to me. I certainly didn't inherit it from my family members. They could never hold themselves back from making bad decisions. I can't fuck her, no matter how much I want to.

Besides the fact this is our first official date, there are Devil's Rose MC rules that I have got to follow if I still want to be part of the MC. I've fucked up a lot of things in my life, but this is the one family I haven't fucked up yet, and I'm trying not to. But she looks so fucking good. She's sexy enough to eat, literally.

"Bullet, we can't. You know the rules."

"I know," I breathe out, nodding my head.

"If I consent to it though, what is Alpha going to do?"

"I honestly don't know. I don't think he's had to deal with this issue."

"We could provide him a new challenge."

"As much as I want to, I think his children have been doing enough of that."

"You're right, yeah, we shouldn't. It's not smart," she claims reluctantly.

Noah arrives at the perfect time, forcing us both to stop talking about taking our relationship further now or ever, and hands me back my credit card along with a receipt. I hand him forty bucks as a tip and grab Piper's purse for her. 

She slides out of the seat, taking the purse from my hand, and sticking close to me right after we get into the more crowded section of the restaurant. I lay a supportive hand on her lower back and guide her through the bunches of people, showing her that I'm right behind her and not leaving her for even a second. 

I can hear her breathe a heavy sigh of relief when we hit the cold night air. I slide around the back of her body, placing her on the inside of the sidewalk, my hand still laying on her body.

We get ourselves situated on the bike without a word. Our natural rhythm doesn't need words to fill the empty space. Just being near each other is enough. 

I used to think comfortable silence was overrated, I mean, Harry Styles even thinks it ("From the Dining Table" reference) but now that I'm in comfortable silence with Piper, I don't hate it. 

I like not feeling like I have to fill up the silence with useless words. 

I've had other moments with MC people where I felt comfortable while we weren't talking, but it's nothing like the way Piper and I just don't need to speak.

I don't even fucking know.

She gives me a thumbs up when she's good to go. I rub her knee to signal that the motorcycle is going to move, and I can feel her latch onto my waist tighter. What a fucking cutie.

The ride back to her place isn't far, about thirty minutes, but it's enough to make my fingers freezing fucking cold and the need for a hot shower increase. It seems Piper feels the same way when I drop her off back at home. 

With the cold plus the addition of the sexual frustrations building between us, she's quick to say goodnight and run into the safety of her apartment. When I say safety, I'm talking about the lust that exists between us and not anything else. 

I would never fucking force her to do something she doesn't consent to. Fuck, I can't even fucking think about it. That fucking pisses me off. I need to take a breather. Fucking hell.

It doesn't take long for me to make it home either. Blood pumps through my veins, my adrenaline pumping and alert now that I'm thinking of someone hurting my girl. I would fucking rip them to shreds. Who gives a single fuck about the fact that they have someone who cares about them? If they, whoever they are, hurt my girl, I give zeros fucks about their life.

I need to stop making up negative fake scenarios in my head. No one's coming to get her. There are no MC enemies that I can think of that even know she fucking exists let alone would want to harm her. Just thinking about it makes me want to fucking hurt somebody. I can't fucking breathe.

So instead of going to take a shower to warm myself up, I go into my home gym and get that anger out in a more productive way. About an hour later, a layer of sweat has built up on my body, my muscles straining in effort, music blasts over the speakers, and I am starting to think straight now. 

It feels fucking good to sweat. I'm not good at working out with others around, it kind of stresses me out for some reason, so I'm grateful that I have a home gym that no one else comes into because it's in my house. I don't have to worry about getting in someone else's way or messing up in front of people or paying more money for a gym.

It's around ten o'clock when I finally finish my workout - so two hours altogether - and I'm so fucking glad that I decided not to take a shower right when I got home. I would have been tossing and turning all night. It's only when the hot water hits my chest that I feel my adrenaline hit me differently. 

I glance down at my cock when thoughts of Piper fill my head. Shit, this cannot be fucking happening right now. I haven't even touched myself and my cock hardens and throbs. Precum billows at the red and swollen tip of my dick, the urge to stroke myself becoming overwhelming. 

I bite my lower lip and focus back on washing the shampoo out of my hair. That's what I'm in the shower for. Not for anything besides washing my fucking sweaty self.

Thoughts of Piper do not belong in my head right now.

But what would it be like to feel her clench around my cock. That's what I wonder.

My cock pulsates, causing me to half groan and half whimper at the feeling. I don't think I've ever made that sound before.

I grip the shower wall and squeeze my eyes shut. No, Mason, no.

No, this can't be happening.