Mason:Inked Reapers MC(2)

I released her and stepped back, ready to deliver the last strike. The  leather slapped against her ass. She cried out from the impact, but I  was already pulling my cock out of my pants before she even thought to  move. Rolling a condom over my dick, I positioned myself behind her.



"Please, Mason. Fuck me." She ground her ass into my cock. Her attitude  changed now, no longer the seductress, but beginning to puddle before  me. "Please." She looked at me over her shoulder.



"Since you asked so nicely." I plunged forward, feeling her heat  envelope my cock. She cried out from the invasion. She'd been around the  club enough that she was used to be fucked hard, and I wasn't even  trying to be gentle.



My fingers dug into her hips, and I pulled her back against me, fucking  her harder. She reared her head up. "Arch up." I threw my forearm across  her back and pushed her down until her ass was up in the air, taking me  deeper.                       
       
           



       



"Fuck Mason." She growled. I reached down, finding her clit, I circled  it with my finger. She moaned and threw her head back again.



"Like that? Is that what you wanted?" I grinned at the back of her head. "What will happen if I keep doing this?"



"Oh, god, Mason. I'm going to come. Please, I need to come."



"You asking me or telling me?" I pinched her clit, and she gave a little squeal. A beautiful sound that went right to my cock.



"Asking, Mason! Please." My fingers dug deeper into her flesh. I pounded  harder into her, feeling the quiver of her orgasm. She was there, right  on the edge. "Please!" She begged.



"Come." With the simple word, I rubbed her clit harder, faster, and she  screamed. Incoherent words flew from her mouth, she bucked back against  me as the ripples of her orgasm gripped my cock. She clamped down on me,  and I allowed myself to get lost in her screams. Pleasure, pain, it was  all the same to her at that moment.



I looked down where my dick plunged into her cunt, hard, no mercy. Her  orgasm began to fade, just as I exploded inside of her. I closed my  eyes, riding out the waves of my release. When I opened them, the blonde  was looking over her shoulder at me. A wide-ass grin of satisfaction  sitting on her lips. I gave her a hard slap to her hip and pulled out,  heading to my bathroom to clean up.



When I returned, she was sitting on my bed, zipping her halter top, her  skirt already on. "Fuck, Mason. My ass hurts," She wiggled on my bed.



"Yeah. Bet it does. Don't pull that fake shit with me." I buttoned my jeans.



"I wasn-"



"Want another round?" I asked as I began to slide my belt back through  the loops. She eyed the belt and shook her head. "Then don't fucking  lie." I barely knew this chick, other than having a good fuck from her a  time or two, and that she poured my drinks. But tolerating lies wasn't  something I did. Ever.



She stood up from the bed and made her way to the door. She knew me well  enough to know I didn't do sleepovers. Once the fuck was over, it was  over. No cuddles, no hugs, or kisses. I didn't have time for that shit.  Thankfully she didn't either. "See you around," she gave me a slow wink  and headed out, leaving me alone.



My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out. Meeting set for the  next night at the Disciples clubhouse. Fuck, I hated that skank ass  place. I tossed the phone on my nightstand and threw myself on the bed. A  few minutes of peace was all I needed before I headed back to the  lounge and downed a few beers.



Money, a good fuck, and a few beers. I couldn't ask for anything more out of life. I had it all.





CHAPTER TWO



LUCY





Jayson Sitz was an asshole. President asshole of the Hell's Disciples  and he owned my ass. Literally. Thanks to a harebrained idea of a  friend, I found myself in serious debt to the club. Jayson had told me  to be grateful that he was willing to let me work off the money I owed  him for the room and board he'd given me over the past two months.



"Lucy, beer me!" Lucas slammed his hand on the bar. I hid my eye roll as  I opened the fridge to pull out his usual. Miller Lite. What  self-respecting man drank that and called it a beer? Then again none of  the Disciples respected anything. "Can I get a look?" He waggled his  eyebrows at me when I slid his beer toward him.



"Not now, Lucas." I caught Jayson's glare after I spoke and sighed.  Saying no wasn't allowed. "Fine." I unbuttoned the first three buttons  on my blouse and pulled it open, giving him exactly what he wanted. A  peek at my breasts. Lucas never touched, never came to my room at night  to help chip away at my debt, he just liked looking. It creeped me out.



"Fuck you have nice tits, Lucy." He grinned, keeping his eyes glued to  my chest. "You are going to make some asshat a really happy man. You'd  make a great old lady." He tipped his beer in my direction.



I laughed. No way would I ever be anyone's old lady. Once I was debt  free, I was out of that club, out of that town, and into something that  had meaning. Showing my tits, fucking those idiots, it was just  currency. I wanted more from my life, I deserved more from my life.



As life lessons went, spending the last few months with the Disciples  had been the harshest. I knew better than to trust anyone, but call it a  lapse in judgment. I'd listened to Kerri. She'd been dating Jayson's  brother and VP, Sting, he promised to make her his old lady. When Kerri  found out I was looking for a place to stay, she offered a room at the  MC's clubhouse. Sting had said it was fine, Jayson even gave his  blessing. Said to make myself at home. At first, everything seemed fine.  On the surface, Jayson was pleasant and accommodating. I stayed out of  his way as best I could, kept to myself and stayed out of everyone's  way. I tried to get a job at a bar in town, but Jayson swooped in and  insisted I just bartend for him while I was living there. But then shit  changed, like it always does.                       
       
           



       



Kerri and Sting broke it off, she found him in the kitchen, his cock  buried in some girl's backside. Sting threw her out when she said she  didn't share. I tried to go with her, she was the only connection I had  to the club anyway, and that's when Jayson's true colors shined. I owed  him, three months back rent, plus "incidentals", and unless I was going  to pay I needed to work.



"You know, you could try smiling. It might help." Lucas glanced at Jayson, who still glared my way.



"I don't get why he keeps me here. He looks like he hates me most of the  time." I wiped down the counter and did my best to ignore his presence.



"Hate is just another form of passion to Jayson." Lucas continued with  his advice. Out of all the members, Lucas had been the nicest. Not nice  enough to get Jayson to let me free, but he never overstepped. Other  than the creepy ogling, I felt safe when he was around.



"Well, I don't need his passion." My attention went to the front door of  the club as it swung open and three large men sauntered in. They  weren't Disciple's. Their cuts were different, and their patches  detailed their club. Inked Reapers.



Lucas must have seen my concern. "It's okay, babe. We're expecting  them." I tried to relax. I should have been used to the tension, the  fights and threats, but I was beginning to think I was never going to  adjust to it all.



He swung around on his stool and went to greet the men. I recognized one  of them as Marcus, he was the president of the Reapers and had been in  the club a few times over the past week. The other two were new. A tall,  bald man with ink around his ears, and a short beard covering his  jawline stood as tall as Lucas. But, the man beside him, he was even  bigger. He stood a few inches over the other men now huddling around  them greeting them with handshakes; Jayson among them.



A hard look settled on the taller man. Dark, blue eyes swept the room,  stopping on me for a moment. He raised an eyebrow when I didn't shirk  away, and a deep dimple appeared on his cheek when he grinned. A  sadistic grin that sent a shiver through me. Lucas said something that  drew his attention and the five of them headed the back room.



Jayson glance my way, and I ducked my head down, moving around the bar  pretending to be working. Through the corner of my eye, I watched the  menacingly tall man, and he watched me, too.



With Jayson tucked away doing business, it was easier for me to breathe.  I finished stocking the bar and wiping down all the tables. I had only  another hour before I could go hide in my room while Jessica finished  out the night. The door rang, signaling Jessica's arrival and I started  to breathe a little easier. If the meeting went well, she'd be slinging  drinks to those guys for a few hours. Hopefully, I'd be fast asleep and  my door locked before they started searching out their evening's  entertainment. Jayson hated that I locked my door, at first, he'd  forbidden it. Lucas had stepped in for me, said that without a few hours  of sleep a night I'd be useless to them. Jayson called it a bullshit  excuse, but, in the end allowed it. He had a key though, there was no  getting around that. But at least, none of the other guys would bother  me for a few hours while I slept.