Rift.
Book one of the "Veterans" MC series.
Mason Ashford is a former marine, also known as Rift, his road name. He is a hard around the edges man. Involved in the VETERANS MC, he has a family that he wants to protect. He always jokes around, but un...
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I admit, agreeing to ride with Dalton on the run was a spiteful action from my part. But that man, fucking Rift, can’t come to my house, kiss me and then go and flirt with a young woman like nothing happened after pointing out how young I was for Spade. No fucking way. Who did he think he was anyway? I could feel his death glares all the way to the end of the run and I was so horny I couldn’t even pretend I wasn’t.
Somehow, Dalton had noticed Rift’s gaze and a smirk played on his lips. These men were smart! Or, was I just stupid? Well, I don’t fucking care, I am horny and Dalton was offering a night of pleasure, fuck me if I’d say no.
It was night time when we had reached back to the club house, the ride was a new experience for me, an exhilarating one at that. It felt freeing to be on the back of a bike and think about nothing but having fun.
Now, I was in the clubhouse, where everyone else was partying, either inside or out, and I was sipping on scotch that Katarina poured for me with a grin. I thanked her as I turned to my stool and watched everyone dance and have fun. Dalton was watching me from the next stool and I smirked as I drank my whiskey.
“Do you mind?” Rift asked Dalton with a growl that didn’t give any space for Dalton to actually answer. Fuck me, he was ruining my plans again. “What do you want?” I asked annoyed, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked back and I raised an eyebrow. He really thinks he has some kind of power over me, doesn’t he? I smirked an ugly one and looked up at him as he caged me with his big hands on the stool. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” I asked back and he was now fuming with anger. “What?” I asked again, not liking the way the day would end again.
“You rode with fucking Dalton.” he spat the name quietly as he stared at me, eyes ablaze and hair messy. “So what?” I asked and he gritted his teeth. Sure, I knew I was playing with fire, but did I care? No, not at all. If he really thought he could do whatever he wanted with me, then he had another thing coming for him.
“You like messing with me, don’t you?” he asked, breathing down my neck now. “You started it. I wasn’t the one doing the touching, was I?” I glared at the side of his face, a slow smirk appearing on his lips as he nibbled my neck, biting once.
Pushing him away, I glared at him and stood from my stool. “I am going to fuck Dalton and you have no say in it, Rift.” I barked and started walking towards the said Dalton, who was smiling from ear to ear now. “Let’s go.” I said as I grabbed his arm and he nodded, smirking up at Rift, who was now shocked enough to stay still in the middle of the buzzy clubhouse. Fuck him.
