Chapter 15 Mason
Mason
“This is fuckin’ bullshit,” Myles repeats himself for the tenth time in the last hour.
I keep my mouth shut and he goes on to say, “If Grumps was still here, he would have backed JJ in there.”
“If Grumps was still here, he might have backed Cas, he spent years trusting Cas as president,” I point out.
“Nah, as old as he was, he was about the club moving forward and sticking to its ways. JJ is VP, we should all be following him. Cas included.”
“Jay will come through.”
Myles rolls his eyes. “Doesn’t look like he’s gonna do shit, brother.”
“Nah, he just works differently. He'll come through, you wait and see. It won’t be Cas who brings our president home.”
“Cas is hardcore, Mase. I don’t know who to put my money on.”
“The only safe bet is if Leo doesn’t come home alive, there’ll be a fight for the president’s patch and shit around here is gonna get dark.”
We pound fists, and I head for my house, and he crosses the street and heads up his front path.
We were sat on our asses at the club and neither of us were interested in watching the drama escalate between VP and ex-president. We both decided our old ladies needed us more until Cas or JJ decide to make a move and we’re called in to finally do something.
I let myself in and Frankie and Freddie are both awake and happily kicking their legs at one another as they lay on the play-mat on the living room floor.
“Do not come in and rile them up. This is the first time in days they’re both not crying the place down.”
I turn and Aspen is coming out of the kitchen with a bottle of milk in each hand. She tried breastfeeding but with the demand of two babies, it was stressing her out and every attempt ended in tears. Hers and the babies. At least I can help with bottle feeding.
She passes me a bottle and leans up to kiss me. “I thought you’d be at the club until Leo was back.”
“We would have been but shit is up in the air and nothin’ is gettin’ done.”
“I’m not going to complain.” She smiles.
On cue, both babies begin to whinge and Aspen and I pick up a kid each and the silence returns.
“What do you think is going to happen?” she asks while both babies drink their milk.
“I have no idea, but me and Myles will always be okay. You don’t have to worry about anything.”
“I’m not worried.” She grins. “To be honest, I don’t have the time to.”
At least it’s one less thing I need to worry about.
“Your mom stopped by this morning. She looks like she hasn’t slept in weeks. I thought she was coping but I think she’s learned to hide it well.”
“I heard Kristen showed up the other night, she was already awake when she got there. I offered to get her some sleeping pills but she wasn’t interested.”
“Once Leo is back, we should do something as a family. Remind her that she’s not alone and that we need her.”
I grin as Freddie finishes his bottle. I don’t like thinking about it and I’m arrogant enough to believe I’ll coast through life until old age. Or I used to be. I used to wonder why Grumps was always so serious but I get it now. There is no room for error when family is involved.
“If anything was to ever happen to me, my cash is buried in the garden.
Rolling her eyes, she says, “It’s the twenty-first century, get it washed and put it in the bank.”
Burping Freddie, he spits up and I clean his mess. “Nah, sometimes you need cash, no questions.”
“Can we stop talking about death plans, please. You’re not going anywhere.”
“It’s just in case, babe.”
Holding Freddie to my chest, he drifts off to sleep and Frankie does the same in Aspen’s arms.
“We’ll lay them down, and then I’m having a shower. I can literally smell myself and we’re not talking about anything but us both alive and the future.”
My mood picks up and I stand. Together, we settle the babies in their nursery, and Aspen taking advantage of the quiet, doesn’t hang around.
Moments later, I hear the shower running in the bathroom.
Creeping out of the nursery, I grab the monitor and close the door.
Aspen’s already in the shower so I put the monitor on the counter and undress before joining her.
“You know the rules,” she says.
Growling, I force out, “I haven’t forgotten.”
Her skin glistens as the water cascades down her back. I know the rules, but my dick forgets. Stepping closer, I take myself in hand and with my free arm, I reach around her and cup her breast, pinching her nipple.
“Mase,” she warns.
“I’m not breaking your rules.”
Turning her around, I push her against the tiles and claim her mouth. I rub her clit in soft circles, and as she moans, I slide my finger into her. It’s been so fucking long for the both of us, that a basic finger fuck has her clenching and climaxing in no time.
Turning her back around, I pull her hips toward me, her ass round and begging for me. I slap it once and watch a red handprint slowly appear, before dealing with myself. Like my old lady, it isn’t long before I finish.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “I fuckin’ needed that.”
“You know what to do.”
“I’ve been a little busy lately, babe.”
I know shit is bad when it effects my sex life, and I look forward to when life has settled down once again.
MYLES
The house is chaos but there’s nowhere I'd rather be. My old lady and my kids, the one thing no one can take from me without losing their lives.
Grumps would be turning in his grave if he could see what the club has become over the last few weeks.
If he is watching over us and has seen Leo’s been taken and how Cas and JJ can’t get their shit together, he’d want to stick his gun down their throats.
The club is a fucking mess. At no point since I've worn the patch, have I ever seen it fall apart like it has now. I don’t recall it ever being like this as I was growing up either.
“What are you doing here? Is Leo back?” Em asks as I walk into the kitchen.
“Nah, Mase and I got our asses outta there before we did something stupid.”
She frowns and I pull her against me, pressing a kiss on the burrowed lines between her brows.
“So Leo’s not back? You still don’t know where he is?”
“Nope. So if I get a call, I'll have to leave quick.”
The corner of her mouth slowly hooks up and a light shines in her eyes.
“We’re good at quick, lately.”
My laughter disturbs the twins, and I pray it doesn’t wake them. I fell in love with them the moment they were born but until they’re sleeping through the night and spend more of the day laughing than crying, I'm terrified of waking them when they nap.
“Where’s Pen and Tommy?”
“Pen’s in her room and Tommy’s glued to his favorite cartoons in the living room.”
Entwining my fingers with hers, I bring our hands to my mouth and kiss her fingers and knuckles.
“You can stop looking at me like that, I told you the other day, no more of that until I get sterilised or you get the snip.”
Pain radiates in my balls at the thought, but it hurts more not being inside my old lady.
“Who would have the more intrusive procedure?” I ask losing all lust in the moment.
She pulls away from me and digs out a pamphlet from the drawer. She hands it over and I stare down at a guy on the front page with a stupid fucking grin on his face.
“If I were to get sterilised, it would be quite intrusive and lay me up for a few days. But,” she drawls.
“If you were to get a vasectomy, you’d be an out-patient, in and out within a couple of hours and back on your feet the next day.
” It would make more sense for me to get it done, but I still say, “But babe, we’re talking about getting my balls cut off. ”
She rolls her eyes so damn hard, I fear for a second they’ll get stuck in the back of her head.
“You’ll keep your balls, babe. Don't be so dramatic.”
“Dramatic?” I snort.
Narrowing her eyes, she takes a deep breath.
“Let me remind you of dramatic.” I brace myself.
“I was in labor with Tommy for hours, contractions that felt like they were ripping my body in two. Then, I had to be stitched up after fifty-two minutes of pushing your son out, and then the placenta. You remember how big his head was at birth?”
“I...”
She's not finished. I should’ve known better than to think she was.
“Then, you knocked me up again and this time with two babies! Two babies who stretched my skin so much I was waiting for it to tear open before my eyes. For months I was kicked by four little legs, four little hands and elbows digging into me. Two babies using my bladder as a freaking trampoline. And when they wanted to come into the world, do you remember the rush to the hospital and how scared we were about how fast it was all happening? How I had to have a caesarean. You know, the scar you see every time I undress.”
She goes quiet and I wait an extra few seconds to make sure she’s done before I say, “You said our kids were miracles.”
“What I really meant was it was a miracle I survived it. Come to think about it, I've done more than my share for our family, the option of me being sterilised is off the table. You get the snip, or you go celibate. I love you, I love our kids, our family, but four kids are enough and...”
“And nothing, I’ll look into it and make an appointment.”
Shock hits her and then it wears off pretty quick. Her smile gives me faith she won’t keep me locked out forever.
“You promise?”
“I promise I will let a doc hack at my balls so I can fuck you again.”
“Sounds good.” She laughs. “Though they don’t hack, I think it’s just a little slicing and dicing.”
My face scrunches in the pain I can already feel. “Fuck, I had sympathy for you during the births, a little in return wouldn’t go a miss.”
She steps closer to me, takes the pamphlet and tucks it into my inside cut pocket, and smirks.
“You’ll feel my sympathy after I pick you up from the hospital and it’s all over with.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I have to get away from this conversation. “Oh, I think my phone is ringing...”
“No it’s not,” she mutters. “Now, I said you couldn’t fuck me, but I didn’t say anything about not taking care of my man, or him taking care of me in other ways.”
“Babe, I’m not really in the mood for you to blow me right now.”
Her smirk heats through me. “I've had a very stressful day looking after all of our children, while it’s quiet, it’s time for my husband to take care of his wife.”
Grinnning, I say, “Yes, Ma’am.”
Mason is smoking on his front porch and though I can’t think of my balls without my entire body curling in on itself, I can leave knowing I'm the reason for the smile on my old lady’s face.
I join my brother and take his pack of cigarettes. Lighting up, I ask, “I take it you haven’t had a call yet?”
“No.”
“Me either, though you won’t believe the conversation I just had.”
I pull out the pamphlet, and he takes one look and tells me, “I’ll be right back.”
He's in the house no longer than a minute before he’s dropping his ass back down beside me.
He holds up the same pamphlet and I laugh.
“I wasn’t laughing when she threw this at me before leaving the hospital.”
“Em’s waited till today. Sex is off the table until my swimmers have been murdered.”
“Aspen has basically threatened the same. She keeps reminding me of everything I put her through because twins run in my family. The whole thing is apparently my fault and probably will be for the rest of our lives.”
I laugh. “Em gave me a whole list of everything she went through until I agreed. What have you said?”
He takes a drag on his cigarette and stares back at his house.
“I told her I'd do it, but it took a while to get my head around it. When she was in labor, I'd never felt so helpless, but after we brought the babies home, I thought we’d eventually have another, but then when the twins are up every night, I don’t think we could go through it again.”
“Try having four, brother.” I snort. “Do you think we’ll get a discount booking double appointments?”
“Doubt it.”
“We’ve got six kids between us and at the moment, they’re easier to handle than the club.”
He lights another cigarette and says, “You’re not wrong, brother.”