Withstanding Me by Crystal Spears Read Free Book Online Page A

I’m beautiful darlin, you should see my cock. It isn’t so beautiful baby; it’s lined with a Jacobs Ladder, and when I’m rammin into a woman, do you think she’s thinkin’ about me being beautiful?”
    Oh dear lord!
    I close my eyes and breathe him in. Why does he do this to me?
    “Answer me Storm. Do you think when my cock is filling a woman that she’s thinkin about me being a beautiful man?”
    “No,” I squeak before composing myself and reopening my eyes.
    “But I’m not every woman, Mason. I’m me and this me that I am… thinks every single part of you inside and out is beautiful.”
    His breath picks up, and he backs away from me. “Talk with Winter about T helping with the wedding shit,” he rasps out before fleeing away.
    Oh my!
    ***

Chapter Eight
    It’s a Breakneck Chapter.
    ZZ
    Construction on the club compound has started, and every motherfucker is grumpy. It’s loud and fuckin obnoxious. Between Tatiana’s bullshit and my attraction to Storm worsening, I’m in no mood to hear whining. And there’s been no news on what the fuck Travis wants with my daughter. I’m walking along some of the construction when a nail goes through my boot.
    “SON OF A FUCKIN BITCH!”
    I hop over to one of the chairs and flop down. The nail is sticking into the bottom of my boot. Just stuck there. I know it’s the rubber of my sole keeping it in place, but fuck if I ain’t pissed.
    “Mason… what’s wrong?”
    I look up to see Storm with a worried expression and my anger slightly fades away.
    “I stepped on a fuckin nail,” I groan.
    She smirks before looking on the floor in front of me and kneeling.
    “Give it.” She gestures to my foot.
    Storm gives me no warning before yanking the nail out with her tiny hands, and it takes everything I have not to kick her in the damn face from the pain she just caused me. I hold in that pissed off move as she removes my boot and sock.
    “It’s barely a flesh wound you big ass baby,” she laughs.
    “You go step on a fuckin nail,” I grumble and yank my foot away.
    She sighs. “I’m sorry.”
    “Whatever,” I respond, putting my sock and boot back on.
    “Tatiana is gonna help with the wedding planning. You didn’t respond to my text, so I didn’t know if you got it or not.”
    I did get it, and yes, I’m an asshole who didn’t respond.
    “Musta not heard my phone,” I lie, re-lacing my boot.
    “Yeah, must not have,” she murmurs standing. “I’ll see ya ZZ.”
    Why does she have this ability? The ability to make my jackassery known?
    Pyro flops down in the chair beside me with a fifth in his hand.
    “You’re a fuckin dumbass,” he says simply before tilting the bottle to his lips.
    “Yeah, why’s that?”
    “Because she wants you and you want her. That fuckin simple brother. One day, all the decisions you’ve ever made about staying away from her are gonna eat your insides all fuckin up. One day you’re gonna regret it and one day you’re gonna be pissed you didn’t take advantage of that time.”
    What the hell am I supposed to say to that? One wrong word and I can offend him and Lana, and I don’t wanna fuckin do that.
    “Maybe.”
    And I leave it at that.
    “It ain’t no maybe, brother. You will. Mark my fuckin words, you will,” he murmurs standing back up and walking away.
    What. The. Fuck.
    ***
    Winter
    I’m talkin with one of the foremen on the construction crew when I hear Pyro’s words and voice gut through me like that blade did months back.
    I release the foreman to go back to work, and I chase after Pyro.
    “Pyro,” I call as I run and he doesn’t stop, even though I know he hears me. I reach him and yank on his cut. “Don’t fuckin walk away from me when I’m callin for you.”
    His body stops moving, and his voice comes out heated and angry. A few months ago, that type of angered voice might have scared me, but not now. “If you weren’t my president’s girl so help me, Winter.”
    “Yeah, yeah you woulda