Withstanding Me(50)

I still don’t get it. I said I would try. Like with the whole relationship bullshit. Right on cue, I feel a small hand on my shoulder and Storm is at my side. I watch as Piper walks away, leaving us alone.

“Hey… you okay?”

How to answer that?

“No.”

Yeah, that does it.

“Did I do something?” Her voice comes out hurt.

“We’re just fuckin. Right now, that’s all this is,” I mimic her words with a growl while I pour myself another shot.

“Mason,” she whispers. “We are just fucking one another right now. I don’t want to push you into something you don’t wanna be in.”

That’s just the thing. I said I’d fuckin try. Fuckin try means more than just fucking.

“I said I would try.” I growl, throwing back another shot.

“Yeah, I get that,” she says still confused.

“Goddammit Storm, fucking try means more than just fuckin. Fucking trying means involving feelings and shit. When you’re just fuckin, you don’t involve any feelings. So what is it that you want? Huh? Because here I am trying to feel for a woman who is just fucking me.”

Oh, that makes me feel better. Who knew?

“Oh,” She whispers again.

Oh? Fucking ‘oh’? That’s all I get?

“Mason…” She tries to get my attention, and I don’t look at her. I can’t. I’m fuckin mad. Her hand goes to my chest, and her fingers make an L. I close my eyes and reopen them as I finally turn towards her. I grab her wrist.

“Say it.” I growl. I’m tired of this shit.

“Say what?”

Patience. Be patient ZZ.

“Stop with the L shit on my chest and just say it.”

She looks a little hurt until she figures out I just really wanna hear the words.

“I love you?” she says it in a questionable manner. Fuck, we get nowhere.

“Like you mean it.”

She pulls her hand back, mad. “I do fucking mean it.”

I don’t believe her, and I turn back towards the bar. She just wants to fuck me. All this shit about wanting me and shit. Fuckin women. And this is why I don’t like to feel. She sighs and walks away. At first, I think she’s leaving until she comes around the bar and climbs up. She scoots the bottle away and climbs into my lap. She lifts my face with her small hands, and she has tears in her eyes.

“Mason Allen Dillan. I do love you. I do. I just don’t wanna scare you away. Okay? I want you to move at your own pace. I’m here. I already love you. The problem is I don’t want you to think you feel something for me just because I love you.”

And we get somewhere. Fucking finally. I drop my head in between her tits and grip her waist, and I feel like I can breathe again.

“Are we good?” She whispers, trailing her fingers through my hair. It feels so fucking good, so I just nod letting her continue. “Now as much as I love having your face in between my boobs… it’s killing my bruises baby.” She laughs and I quickly pull away, pissed at myself.

“Fuck. I keep forgetting, sorry,” I grumble.

“With my face battered up and my skin blue and purple… you keep forgetting.” She laughs.

I guess it really doesn’t bother me. So I just shrug and say, “I can’t wait to fuck you again.”

“There’s my ZZ.” She smiles, and I growl. “There’s my Mason.” She corrects herself.

“Say it.”

I wanna hear it again. So fuckin sue me.

“I love you.” She grins; she looks so fuckin happy.

I’m about to say something when Winter shrieks, “BRAXXON!” It echoes through the entire club.

“Looks like your prez is home.” Storm smiles at me.





Chapter 25

ZZ

Braxxon makes us all report to the clubhouse and him and Winter stay behind to lock up the club. Which is just code for ‘I’m gonna fuck my wife, and you bitches are just gonna wait on me’.

We’re all at the compound in the old clubhouse. The women call it the madhouse. Whatever the fuck that means. Storm’s sitting in my lap and I’m rubbing her like no tomorrow. I just wanna get naked and play with her. Dammit. How long does it take to heal? And like she can read my mind, she answers me.

“A few weeks Mason,” she giggles. “We can do other things until then.”

Shit. I’m about to drag her away when Braxxon and Winter come walking in. Just my fucking luck.

“Go talk with your Prez. I’ll be waiting naked in my room.” She laughs.

Great. Now instead of focusing, I’m gonna be a walking commercial for Viagra. Storm being my Viagra.

She must see me hesitating because she lifts off of my lap and stands. “Go.” She points with a smile. I get up and lightly smack her ass, and then walk away. I can’t touch her. If I even so much as kiss her, I wouldn’t be able to head into Chapel.