Feeling her touch on his shoulder, the biker turned slowly to face her. Mason took in Jackie’s beauty and let himself be calmed and soothed by it for a moment before he was dipping down to wrap an arm around her lift her. He carried the petite club princess to the master bathroom in her place and set her down in front of the counter. A rich, gloomy sapphire gaze bore into her emerald gems as he started the motions of undressing her. She knew the ins and outs for the most part when it came to the club and the things they got into, what they had to do at times. “Get undressed,” his gruff command was spoken quietly, “get in the shower with me.” Mason made quick work of pull and pushing off his own clothing and stepping into the shower to heat up the water. The burn of the cold water felt good against him for a moment, but as soon as Jackie stepped in the ruffian took her arm and pulled her against him. He kissed her hard and for a long few moments, an action that before the spring was a rarity. “I buried a kid today,” he mumbled against her mouth then lifted his eye lids to meet her gaze once more, “he was nineteen, twenty maybe… still just a kid.” Mason knew what the young prospects had to do, he had no problem with it, but every now and then something took him back and reminded him of his brother.
She was someone’s rock; a confidant, so to speak, so Jackie didn’t press too much when the time didn’t call for it when Mason began the process of getting them to where he wanted to be. This had almost as become somewhat of a routine --- he ventured into her home looking for a distraction, and for once, that was done in a more creative intimate touch that didn’t start with a roll around satin sheets. Jackie left the dry goods in the grocery back when she approached him and didn’t think twice when his grip on her tightened, opting to return them to the master bedroom and grant even more privacy from her spacious desert home. A second ticked past and Jackie simply nodded in reply, allowing the man to shed from his barriers and get into the shower before she followed as instructed, baring to each other both in nudity and the raw emotion. Jackie reveled in the fact that not many had seen Mason this way, but then again, not very many could knock themselves down with him, willing to offer themselves up as a means to make sure he knew he was well and alive. Soon enough, Jackie had joined the biker bare and exposed beneath the warming flow of a rain shower, body slipped up against Mason’s and soon silenced by the kiss. A head full of brown hair was only half wet by the time that he had tugged her close and kissed her. Her body’s response was immediately to moan into his mouth, unable to help it even with the circumstances, though her hands had moved to his sides while ghosting up his rib cage to approach his shoulders. His mouth still hovered over her own as he spoke, even when he pulled back to speak, and the immediate instinct was to bring one hand up the middle of his back to press closer, while the other reached up to comb back damp locks from his forehead. “It’s the brother thing, isn’t it?” Jackie whispered, her nose moving over his before she moved to kiss at his jaw. “What can I do? How do I help?”
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