Mason:Inked Reapers MC(12)

"Okay. One. What's this hold Jayson has on you?"



"Ah. Well, how about I give you an answer that will actually benefit you  instead?" She grabbed the hem of my shirt as I slid it over my head and  pulled it down, smoothing it over my stomach. I raised an eyebrow, but  nodded. I'd get my answer out of her soon enough. Whatever she had  lurking in her mind, seemed to have some significance. "This little  alliance you have with Jayson. Take it at face value. There's nothing  more to it." She traced the letters on my cut, spelling out Reapers with  her fingertip.



"I figured that already, babe." I put a hand over hers, stilling her.



"You have a run tomorrow?" She looked up at me, a softness filled her eyes. "Be careful. Watch your back." A warning?



"What's he got planned?"



She gave a little laugh and pulled away. "I've already said enough to  get me killed. Just please, be careful." With that, she unlocked her  door and pulled it open.



Not one to be dismissed, I was on her within two strides. I wrapped her  hair in my hands and turned her to face me. Her lips were screwed up in a  pretty pose of pain mixed with excitement. I captured those lips, hard.  Kissing her until I couldn't breathe anymore. Neither could she from  the look she gave me when I released her. "I'll see you tomorrow."



"I hope so." I heard her say as I walked down the hall to get my guys and get the hell out of there.





The run went smoothly. Although, Jayson looked more irked when we all  returned from the drop point, than he had when I showed up the night  before. Tick stuck close to his guys while we made the delivery, the  harder they tried to shake him, the closer he got to them. Lucy had been  right, something was up with them. I tried bringing her warning to the  club, leaving her out of it, but without being able to put any reason  behind my worry- I was told in no uncertain terms to drop it.



Everything began to feel warped and tainted. The club seemed hell bent  on making this allegiance work, even when we knew the Disciples would  never hold up their end. We were to expect their betrayal and leap on it  as soon as it happened to get their territory- but when I hand them a  legitimate concern, it's squashed. Tick felt the same way, but his head  was wound up in his woman. I didn't need that distraction.



Staying away from Lucy would be good for me, so I did. I stayed away for  a week. When information needed to be relayed, I sent Tick or made a  quick stop, when I figured she'd be out. I did see her one morning as  she made herself some coffee. I doubted she saw me; I high-tailed my ass  out of there before she could.



I thought keeping her away from me would get her out of my head, but all  it did was put her front and center of my mind. Wondering what she was  doing all day. Was Jayson giving her a hard time? And what the fuck was  she doing there anyway?



"Hey, brother." Tick slapped me on my back, taking the stool next to me.  "What's wrong with you lately? All these beautiful women around, and  you're sulking at the bar." He turned and faced the open room. Everyone  seemed to be having a great time. The liquor flowed freely, the women  were in plentiful demand.



"Nothing. Just thinking about this deal. It's like we've sold our souls to the cartel."



"Agh. Don't think about that shit right now." He waved a hand out in the air. "Look at that.



Any one of these girls would fuck the shit out of you right here if you just winked at them."



I laughed. "What's wrong, Massy isn't giving it up so easily now that there's a ring on that finger?"



"Hormones." He rolled his eyes.



"You could-" I waved my hand in the air, mimicking his gestures.



"Right. I could also lose my balls." He scoffed. He pretended it was a pain in the ass



having a woman who wouldn't share, or look the other way- but I could see he wouldn't take on another piece of ass anyway.



I laughed just as blondie walked up to me, her eyes hungry and lips  pursed into a come here grin. She rubbed up against me in greeting, like  a cat in heat. A stray cat.                       
       
           



       



"Hey." She ran her fingers through my hair. "Haven't seen you around  here in a while." She ran her fingers over my cheek. I could still smell  the nail polish from her manicure.



"Not tonight." I pulled away.



"You're not pining over that Disciples chick, are you?" Tick raised an  eyebrow at me. Fuck. That's exactly what I was doing. I looked over at  the blonde and then pushed away from the bar.



"Let's go." I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward my room. I barely  had the door shut before she had her hands on my pants, unbuttoning, and  unzipping them.



I managed to get her over to the bed, where I leaned against the  mattress and shoved her down to her knees. I wasn't fucking her, but I'd  use her mouth. Some relief would do me good.



She moved down to her knees with practiced skill, licking her lips as  she situated herself. I yanked down my jeans far enough for my cock to  bounce free. She giggled, grasping my shaft with both hands and began to  stroke it. "Fuck, Mason." She flipped her hair behind her shoulders and  began to run her tongue over my shaft.



"Don't toy with it, just suck it." I growled and pushed into her mouth.  She took me deep with ease. No gasping for air, no surprise in her eyes  at the depth I could sink into her throat. Her eyes looked up at me as  she bobbed, sucking and licking me, but I felt nothing. I closed mine.  Another set of eyes came into my mind. Large. Brown. Soft.



It was her mouth I wanted, her tongue I needed on my cock. I held the  chick's chin down, opening her mouth to allow me to fuck her throat.  Lucy wouldn't take my dick like that, she wasn't as skilled. But this  chick, she could handle anything. And a quick face fuck is what I  wanted.



"Mason, Jayson- Oh!" That voice. My eyes flew open, I turned to the door  to find Lucy standing there. Her eyes settled on the blonde kneeling in  front of me, my dick still between her lips. Lucy's face reddened with  embarrassment then she swept her eyes up to mine.



"Lucy." I breathed, pulling out of the chick's mouth.



She squared her shoulders and thrust out her chin. Hurt flashed in her  eyes for a split second before it was replaced with a hardened stare.  "Sorry. Jayson wants you. I was told to get you." She glanced back at  blondie, who was wiping her chin with her back of her hand. "Uh. I'll  tell them you'll be out in a minute."



"Wait." But she was gone before I could say anything else. The door shut  quietly behind her and I could hear her take controlled steps down the  hall. "Fuck."



"Mason-" I pulled my jeans back up and shook my head.



"No. We're done."



I looked at the closed door and wondered how fast Lucy would manage to escape the clubhouse and get back home.





CHAPTER TEN



LUCY





The image of Mason's cock inside that blonde tramp's mouth wouldn't get  out of my head. Nothing I did worked. I reminding myself over and over  again that he wasn't mine. We didn't belong to each other. We had no say  in each other's lives. Hell, it's not like Jayson stopped sending  members my way, or stopped himself from slipping into bed in the middle  of the night.



No logical reasoning could be used to explain why the heavy weight of  jealousy dragged me down. Yet, there it was. I had no choice in my  situation. I came to terms with the fact that I spread my legs for the  MC, but with Mason it had been different.



The last time he'd come over, he'd been so intense. Strung so tight. He  didn't just want a fuck, he needed me, and I was there for him. Of  course, it cost me. I couldn't let Jayson know I didn't ask for the  money, I dug out what little cash I had on hand and handed it over. Now I  was paying to fuck Mason- the idea made me laugh when I walked away  from Jayson that night. I would have paid twice the amount, it had been  so intense.



Of course, I didn't delude myself into thinking Mason and I had anything  other than a physical thing going. That would be really stupid. But  still. Seeing that girl on him, kneeling where I had knelt only days  before- it hurt.



"Hey baby doll," Jessica knocked on my door. Jessica rarely came to the  back rooms, so right away I worried for the worst. She must have seen my  concern because she shook her head. "Nothing bad."



"Good." I smiled. Of all the people in the club Jessica kept me sane.  "What's up?" I finished the braid in my hair and faced her. She sat on  the edge of my bed, legs crossed and put her hands up in the air.



"I'm gonna ask you a question, and know that whatever the answer- I will not go to Jayson."