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Authors: Olivia Jones
Enforcer: A Bad Boy Romance (19 page)
Claire stuck around throughout the years, even during the hard times. It was difficult to have her around—a constant reminder of the life I could've had if I only made a different choice. I slept with plenty of sluts and whores after my time with Claire. None of them could compare. I was always searching for something that was right in front of me.
It wasn't too late for Caleb and maybe it wasn't too late for an old man like me.
I found myself on the doorstep of Claire's apartment, too afraid to knock. Fearful of what lay beyond the door. The complex she lived in was rundown and grimy. Graffiti stained the walls and drug dealers stood on each corner. In all the years I knew Claire, I had never visited her home. Now I knew why she never wanted me over. I could have changed all this. I could have provided her with everything she needed. Instead, I kept her at arm's length, never giving her the love she deserved. And Claire deserved it all.
I slammed my fist on the door as my knees almost caved in. My heart pounded in my throat and a wave of nausea came over me. A moment later and nothing. What if she wasn't home? I could leave and act like it never happened. But I saw her car parked outside. She could be in trouble. I need to help her.
The door creaked opened before my knighthood kicked in. Claire stood there with her long dark hair damp, and a tiny towel wrapped around her wet naked body. “Mason...what are you doing here?”
“I'm no longer the President of the Black Widow MC.”
Claire looked confused, her head cocked to the side. “Oh my god. I had no idea you were even thinking about retiring.”
Seeing Claire wearing next to nothing was getting my blood flowing. I had to take what was mine. I pushed the door and and welcomed myself inside. Claire stepped back, allowing me in. “I came here for you, Claire.”
Claire closed her eyes to try and process all the new information. “What are you talking about?”
I closed the door behind me and locked it. “I made a terrible mistake all those years ago.” I stepped within inches of Claire, her wrinkled eyes staring up to mine. We were both old now. But she was still as beautiful as the first day I met her. “I just didn't know how bad of a mistake until now.”
Our kiss could have powered a nuclear reactor. All the pent up emotions we had for each other over the years was exploding. Her lips tasted just as soft and sweet as they did all those years ago. How could I ever forgive myself for not kissing this mouth every day I was near her.
My fingers unwrapped her towel and it dropped to the floor. Claire moaned softly as my hands met her tits again. They were even bigger than I remembered and felt so god damn nice. I could get lost in her cleavage forever.
I felt down the sides of her waist and around her back. Claire shivered to my touch. I grabbed her ass and forced her against me. We kissed passionately again, our tongues dancing around.
“I can't wait another second, Mason. Take me now and take me hard. You better make up for all the time we lost.”
I didn't need to say another word. I fumbled around with my belt buckle and dropped my jeans to the ground. Claire felt up my thick shaft, stroking me over my boxer briefs. I turned Claire around until she faced away. I bent her over the back of her dirty couch, her ass pressed against me. I pulled down my boxers and placed my cock between her cheeks. I could've come right then, spraying my milky seed all over her hot ass. But I needed to feel her again.
I sunk my pulsing cock into her sweet wet pussy, sliding right in with ease. The warm tight feeling around my shaft almost made me climax. I pushed further and further, filling Claire up completely. It's exactly as I remembered it.
I took her from behind, my hips smacking against Claire's soft ass. I traced my finger across the old faded tattoo: Property of Black Widow MC. “You better get that tattoo changed...you're Mason's Property now,” I murmured
Claire screamed my name over and over again, disintegrating as she came. I clenched my teeth and found my release, filling her with my warm cum. We became one and I knew she was all mine. Claire was Mason's Property now.
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Olivia Jones was born and raised in Southern California and still lives there today with her husband. She writes steamy romance about alpha males to escape the boredom of her desk job.
In her free time, Olivia loves reading books on the beach and watching old classic movies.
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