The garage filled with our grunts and moans, the slapping of our bodies as we continued to move in our frenzied race to the finish. His hand roamed around my belly, until he found my clit. The pad of his thumb pressed down and I threw my head back, crying out from the pleasure shooting through my body. He pinched and rolled the sensitive bud while he continued to plow his cock into me again and again.
I looked over my shoulder at him to find him staring at me intently. His bottom lip had disappeared, being bitten down on by his teeth. Dark eyes melded into my gaze and he increased the strength of his movements.
"Fuck," he growled. "You're even tighter this way." His fingers continued to move over my clit, driving me faster toward the brink.
I lifted my right foot and placed it on a small stool that was near me. He growled again and drove harder into me. "Harder, Mason. Please." I moved with him, fucking him as much as he was fucking me.
"Fuck." He reached up and grabbed my hair at the base of my scalp, pulling my head back toward him. The new sensation, the new shot of pain running through me pushed me closer and closer to the explosion I was looking for. He moved his hand from my hip and wrapped it over my shoulder, pulling me to him with each strong stroke. "Goddamn. Come for me, baby. Come right now." He continued to ride me.
My body listened to him as though he truly was its owner. The orgasm that had been slowly building inside of me burst out and shattered me. I screamed with each wave of its intensity. He drove harder and faster into me, grunting out his own release.
I rested my forehead on the workbench, not giving a damn that it was probably covered with dirt and grime. I needed to catch my breath. Mason peeled his fingers away from my shoulder, and let go of my hair as he took deep ragged breaths. When he was ready, he pulled away from me, walking away to a trashcan in the corner.
"Two weeks?" I smoothed my dress down and combed my fingers through my hair. He took the belt from my hands and slid it back into the loops around his waist.
"Yeah." His eyes darkened. "About Jayson-"
"I don't want to talk about him." I shook my head. I turned to walk away, but he grabbed me, pulled me back to him, holding me close to his chest.
"I know you don't. But we are going to anyway," he said with his chin resting on the top of my head. I closed my eyes and breathed in the scent of him, trying to memorize the smell. For all I knew, he wouldn't be returning from this job he was going on. I wanted the memory, something to keep me from going insane while Jayson continued to make my life hell. "Tick is coming with me, so he can't stop in at the club to keep an eye on you-you'll be on your own." He said it as though it were some failing on his part.
"Mason, I've been taking care of myself this whole time. I can make it another two weeks."
"You won't be able to keep his hands off of you." His voice wavered, and I could tell the idea of having Jayson anywhere near me was physically hurting him. I couldn't blame him. The memory of that girl with Mason's cock in her mouth still made my chest tighten and choke the breath from my lungs. It wasn't fair to make Mason deal with this, to know some other guy was using me, touching me. I couldn't ask him to continue down this road.
"Maybe we should-"
"My belt won't feel so good now after two spankings. Better watch what you're going to say."
"Fine." I let out a long breath. He was right. I'd already tried the logical approach with him. "You're okay with this? With Jayson making me live in his apartment? Me cleaning and cooking for him, fucking him when he stumbles into bed at night?" I shoved away from him. He could pretend all he wanted, but there was no good side the situation.
"Lucy," he warned, with his voice and his eyes, but I ignored him.
"No. You know I can't fight him. You know he's going to fuck me, make me do all the dirty things he's always made me do. How can you look at me like I'm not the whore that I am?" Tears now ran down my cheeks and I didn't bother to wipe them away. I hugged myself, stepping back when he looked like he would spring forward to touch me. Instead of reaching for me, his shoulders dropped, his mouth tightened.
"If you ever call yourself that again, a spanking will be the least of the punishments coming your way." His voice was hard, harder than I'd ever heard it. He pointed a finger at me. "You are no fucking whore-not like that. I hate the fucking idea of that asshole touching you, and if I could go over there right now and tear him in two, I would. I will get back here as soon as I can." He stepped toward me, stalking me as i stepped away. I couldn't handle his touch. If he touched me, he would make me melt. Make me believe things were going to work out for us, but I knew they wouldn't.
My retreat ended when I bumped into the wall. He flashed me a wicked grin as he trapped me further by putting his hands on the wall on either side of me, and pushing his body against mine. I looked up at him, ready to tell him to move, to beg him to let me go, but his lips captured mine before I was able to get out one sound.
Everything in me softened. The tension disappeared, the fear, the anger, all washed away with his possessive kiss. His hands moved to cup my face, holding me where he wanted me, where I wanted to be. Under him, under his power, and his command. He didn't yield, not one inch, until he was ready, and even then he continued to hold me close to him, our noses touching, our eyes locked without each other.
"I will get you out of there. I promise." A vow, spoken low and with more determination than I had ever heard him use. "Sit tight. I will make him pay for everything, I swear it."
I couldn't do anything except blink, another tear slipping down my cheek. "I don't want you
to get hurt," I whispered.
"It's gonna take a lot more than Jayson and some cartel assholes to keep me away from you." He gave me another kiss, shorter but with as much power as the first. "Keep your phone on you at all times. I will text as soon as possible. If you need me, if you need anything you text me. I'll get someone out here to help. Do you understand?"
"Yeah." I nodded.
He wiped the tears from my cheeks and released me. The cool air brushed against me without him pressed against me and I wanted to pull him back. I wanted to wrap myself around his waist and beg him to stay. To take me with him. Not to leave me behind. But I knew he couldn't. He had to do this, had to take care of whatever he was being sent on. I could handle another week, I could do that for him. For us.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
MASON
Getting into Mexico couldn't have been easier. They practically opened their arms to us at the border. Except for the dirty look they gave Tick. It was the tattoos on his head; I warned him about those. My tats were pretty easy to cover up with sleeves. We just looked like two American guys headed down to Mexico for a week's vacation. The border patrol never even questioned the need for such a large van for just two guys.
Getting back through to go home would be different. We knew that and still hadn't figured out how to get across the border without being stopped. I hoped Bernardo would have some ideas. Spending a decade or two in prison was not on my bucket list of things to do. Massy promised to kill Tick if anything happened to him on this trip.
"Shit." Tick whistled as we turned down the last road toward Bernardo's place. A fucking fortress was laid out before us. Two men stood outside a guard tower holding machine guns. Thankfully, Tick remembered enough Spanish from high school to tell him who we were and they let us through-after making a quick call to the house.
Several men stood at the front steps of the massive home watching us pull up the drive. Once I parked the van, two of them left the pack and headed to my door.
"Mason Day." The man that opened my door did not look like any drug dealer or thug I'd ever seen. He sported a tailor made suit, with shoes that undoubtedly could pay my mom's rent for a few months. His dark hair was slicked back, and not a single tooth was missing.
"That's me." I hopped out of the van and offered my hand. "That there is Tick." I nodded toward Tick, who stood at the front of the van looking more uncomfortable than he had at the border.