Mason:Inked Reapers MC(21)

       



"Such pretty panties." I kissed her mound, right above where her clit  was. The lacy purple panties did nothing to contain the scent of her  arousal. Hooking one finger inside them, I dragged the material to the  side, exposing her wet pussy for me. "Fuck. So pretty." I growled. Her  hands dug into my hair and for a moment I thought she was going to try  and push me away, but she spread her legs further apart, giving me even  better access. "Hands, Lucy. Don't make me tell you again." Her fingers  eased out my hair and she retook her position.



I softly ran two fingertips over her folds, watching her hips press  toward me, searching out my fingers to graze her clit. I wouldn't. Not  yet. Not until I was ready. "Mason." Her thighs tensed as I dragged my  nails down her labia then pulled them apart, exposing her beautiful,  swollen clit.



"What, Lucy? What do you want?" I spoke over her pussy, letting my  breath warm her skin more than it already was. "Do you want this?" I  swiped my tongue up her pussy, flicking her clit and then pulling back.



"Aggh. Mason." Her voice was ragged. I didn't even try to suppress my grin.



"Yeah? That's what you wanted? Tell me, Lucy. Tell me what you want."



"Please, Mason. More."



I took her clit in my mouth and suckled the little nub. She gasped, her  thighs tightening, but I wasn't finished with her just yet. She tasted  wonderful, like something out of a memory, something that couldn't be  described.



Releasing her clit, I circled her entrance with two fingers, continuing  to lick and nip at her. My teeth dug into her thigh as I pushed my  fingers inside. She was soaked. Her juices ran down my fingers, and her  muscles clung to me as I began to fuck her with my fingers.



"Mason."



"Not yet, babe." I slid my fingers from her and stood back up, unzipping  and pulling down my jeans. She watched me with hungry eyes, a plea  resting on her lips. After managing to get the condom over my cock, I  poised it at her entrance. "Lift your leg, babe." I pulled her left leg  up, hooking it over my waist, and slowly eased into her. Her eyes  closed, and she put her head back. I didn't force her to look at me, I  let her have her moment as I pushed into her, filling her wet cunt with  my cock.



She opened her eyes, tilted her chin down, and locked gazes with me. An  intense shiver hit me at the sight of her beautiful brown eyes, and I  pressed my lips to hers, pressing her against the wall of the bathroom. I  plowed into her, slowly pulling back then driving into her again and  again, while our lips locked, our tongues explored. Sugar. She tasted  like sugar.



"Fuck. This is never going to be enough." I swore when I pulled back.  "Hands, I want them on me, Lucy." She nodded, and wrapped her arms  around me, pulling me toward her. A growl filled the room, but I  couldn't tell if it came from her or me, and I didn't really care. I  only cared about her, that moment of possessing her. I reached between  us, grazing her clit with my thumb, and she cried out. "Shhh, careful  now." I kissed her again. "Can you be quiet for me? Can you come on my  cock, but keep that scream of yours in?" Her eyes widened but she  nodded. "I know you can. You're a good girl for me, come now, Lucy.  Come."



The pad of my thumb circled her clit around and around, then pushed  directly downward. Her fingers dug into my ass, I could feel her nails  biting me as I drove into her again and again. Harder and faster, my  hands on her hips holding her still while I fucked her so hard my own  orgasm ripped through me. True to her word, she remained quiet. She  muffled her cry by keeping her mouth closed and burying her face in my  neck. I was not as quiet. I slammed my hand against the wall as the last  pulsations of my orgasm faded. "Agh. Fuck."



Our heavy breathing the only sound between us as we both slowly faded  back to reality. I pulled her away from the wall and held her against my  chest. I couldn't look at her yet. I didn't want to see her soft eyes  looking up at me with worry over what was going to happen when we opened  that door and walked out. I couldn't keep her safe. Not yet. Not with  the way things stood at that moment, and I didn't want to see the fear I  couldn't wipe away.



She was mine. The revelation had come to me days ago, but not until that  moment, holding her, feeling her heart racing against my chest, did I  realize what that exactly meant. She wasn't mine for the moment, she was  mine forever.





CHAPTER EIGHTEEN



LUCY





Mason watched me rebutton my dress through the mirror. I pretended not  to notice, but his eyes on me always left my skin feeling tingly.  Running my hands through my hair, I looked him in the eye.                       
       
           



       



"I can't see you anymore," I announced. He spun around and faced me. His jaw tense, eyes narrowed.



"That's not the solution." He shook his head.



"Just for a little while," I assured him. He needed to understand.  "Mason. He killed Kerri. She died because she walked out on Sting.  Imagine what he'll do when I say no to him." I stepped to him, resting  my hands on his chest. I could feel the tension there, the stiffness in  his muscles, the irritation seeping through his skin.



"I won't let him hurt you." He sounded like a rabid animal, the way he growled his response.



"You won't be able to stop him, and keep the clubs from going to war.  Finish this thing you have going. When you're ready, when I'm ready,  we'll leave. Put all this bullshit behind us."



"And in the meantime? I'm supposed to just let you go fuck him?"



I winced at his words. That's exactly what I was telling him he had to  do. "If I'm his old lady, he won't let anyone else touch me." I  rationalized the irrational. I moved my hand to his cheek, running my  thumb over his bottom lip, just as he had done to me so many times  already. How this man had left my life off-kilter. "If he goes through  with his threat, everyone will be at my door."



"I can protect you."



"I know. But right now I need you to protect us both. Maybe I can get  him to let me get a real job, so I can stow away some cash. When the  time comes, when it's safe, we'll be okay." I kept my voice as flat as I  could, trying to hide the fear and sadness boiling in my chest.



He grasped my wrists with his hands, and pulled them to his mouth. His  lips were warm against my palms. "You don't take any risks. You just  stay under his radar as best you can." The authority returned to his  voice. "And you find a way to meet me. Every Saturday morning, here."



I shook my head. "He'll notice. What if he sends someone to follow me?"

"Here," he said again.



"In the bathroom?" I wanted to laugh. How romantic our relationship had turned!



He nodded. "You got a phone?"



"Yeah, he gave me one. He checks it constantly. And I don't have it with  me." In my haste to get inside I'd left my purse in the car.



"That's okay. Give me the number." He pulled out his own phone from his  back pocket and I rattled off the number for him as he entered it into  the phone. "I'll shoot you a text this afternoon-just make my contact  name something else. A girlfriend maybe. Someone you may have met at the  diner?"



"I can try."



He pulled my chin up, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Don't try.  Just do." He softened his command with a warm smile. Every muscle in my  body relaxed when he smiled at me like that. Like there wasn't anything  to worry about. He would handle it all. There was no cartel to worry  about, no Jayson to hide from, everything just had hope attached to it.  But reality was reality, and losing myself in his eyes and his  protection couldn't be the only thing to count on. I had to do my part.



"Jayson's going to start coming to my room, Mason." I pulled away from him. "What happens then?"



"I want to tell you to deny him, but I'm not that stupid. He won't take  no for an answer. Right now, we deal with the shit we've been given. But  soon, soon you'll be free of him. I promise. And never again will you  have anyone other than me between those delicious thighs."



I snorted and rolled my eyes before reaching for the door. He didn't get  it yet. He didn't fully understand that I had turned into a whore. I  was no better than the girls in the back building, giving blow jobs for a  few dollars. I may have been given a room in the main house, but that  didn't make me any less like them. Mason would wise up to that one day  and he'd toss me aside.



"Sting is probably still out there." I changed the direction of his  thoughts. I could see the desire building up in him again. The man was  insatiable.