Mason:Inked Reapers MC(3)

"Hey, hon." Jessica tied on her apron and took a seat on a stool.  "Anything exciting going on?" She nodded toward the closed door. The  door only closed when there was club business being discussed. Since  most of the members were either in the lounge drinking or out in the  courtyard, it was odd to see it shut.



"I don't know." I plucked up a bottle of water and unscrewed the top.  "Some guys from Inked Reapers are here. Lucas and Jayson took them in  there." Hooting and hollering floated in from the courtyard, as I sipped  my water.



"Jansen's out there showing off his new bike." Jessica rolled her pretty  blues. She'd been gifted with red curly hair that I would have died  for. Better than the pixie cut brown hair I sported. "Some custom  spoiler or something."



I gave a laugh. "You've been working for these guys for almost two years, I would have



thought you'd have learned a thing or two by now."



"Nah. I'm here for the tips and the protection." Jessica's older brother  had been a member of the club before he was killed during a job. So  when her ex-boyfriend decided to start laying into her, the club stepped  up for her. Lucas mostly. He'd taken care of the problem, but it hadn't  fixed everything. Her ex hadn't disappeared altogether and every now  and then she'd get messed with, at whatever job she managed to land.  Lucas hooked her up at the clubhouse. Secretly, I think Lucas had a  thing for her, but she insisted he was just a good guy. Uh, huh.  Considering the company he kept, it wasn't exactly difficult to be the  good one.                       
       
           



       



"Whatever." I laughed with an eye roll. She said something, but I my  attention was yanked by the sound of my name. I jerked a look at the end  of the bar. Mr. Universe stared back at me with that same smile. I  straightened up and put a fist on my hip. "What can I get you?"



"Lucy, take Mason here back to your room. Show him a good time." Jayson walked out of the back room. I looked from him to Mason.



Jessica patted my hand and gave me a sympathetic look before hopping off  the stool and rounding the bar. "Hey, Jayson. Can I get you a drink?"  Jayson nodded but kept his gaze on me, waiting for me to comply.



"Sure, thing." I swallowed, dropping the towel on the bar. "My shift's  over," I gave the big guy a smile, hoping to hell he wasn't so damn big  everywhere.



"You're shift's never over," I heard Jayson growl as I rounded the bar  and shimmied up to Mason. He smelled as good as he looked. Clean, musky.  A girl could get lost in those dark eyes of his. He wrapped his arm  around me, hauling me up to his side.



"Where's your room beautiful?" He had already started walking toward the hall leading to the member's rooms.



"Just down the hall." I didn't try to get out of his grasp, he held on  tight and I figured he was playing at some game with Jayson. The fierce  expression on Jayson's face as we turned into the hall was enough to  know, he didn't like what was about to happen any more than I did. But  knowing he was pissed about it sent a little thrill through me.



I pointed to my door, and he dropped his arm from my shoulders, picking  up my hand and heading straight for it. The heat of his touch tingled  over my hand and up my arm. I tried to get a better look at his  expression, but he'd moved ahead of me. He pushed through the door and  half flung me into the room. I twirled around to face him.



Hungry. His eyes reminded me of a man who hadn't eaten in a very long  time, but surely this hot man before me was no starving peasant. He  leaned against the door, folding his arms over his massive chest. His  shirt pushed up his arms showing off more of his ink. Tribal bands ran  down both arms to his elbows, from there several different designs woven  together filled in his forearms ending with black cuffs around each  wrist.



His stare unnerved me, the way he seemed to peer into me, trying to read  me. I looked away. I wasn't that easy. "So, what would you like?" I  asked, like I was a menu or something. For the tenth time that month I  promised myself that doing this didn't make me a real whore. I wasn't  some low-life street corner hooker. I was a survivor, doing what I  needed to survive. I knew what happened to women who crossed the club.



He eyed me quietly for a minute, then twirled his finger in the air,  signaling me to turn around. I did my best not to roll my eyes, and  followed his directions, moving my feet and spinning around. I doubted  he could see much in my jeans and blouse. "Take off your clothes." His  low voice commanded. "All of them." Of course.



I unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it down my arms, tossing it to the  chair beside the desk and moved my hands to my jeans. I looked up  briefly to find him staring at me intently. The hunger hadn't died down,  in fact, it had intensified. With my jeans tossed aside, I reached back  and began to unfasten my bra. "Wait." He put a hand up to still me  before taking the few strides needed to get to me. His large hands  rested on my shoulders. "You'd think you've never stripped for someone  before."



"Strip? You told me to take my clothes off. They aren't the same thing."  I tilted my head. "You should be clearer in your instructions, if you  are going to give them." Irritation flashed in his eyes, and for a  moment, I thought about stepping away.



"You're right. I should be clearer." He cupped my chin in his hand, the  sensation of his touch speeding up my heartbeat. "I'm going to finish  undressing you, then you're going to slide your pretty self down to your  knees, and you're going take my cock in your mouth." With the utmost  skill, he slid his free hand around me and unclasped my bra. "Keep your  eyes on me." It wasn't a request.



I looked into his dark eyes and wanted desperately to find somewhere  else to look. The intensity was too strong to remain there for long. I  settled for his chin. A strong chin. He gave a low chuckle, as he pulled  my bra from my arms. "I guess I will need to be exact with you. Look at  my eyes, don't look anywhere else. Unless I'm behind you, you keep your  eyes on mine. Understand?" He tweaked my nipples making me jump, the  short-lived pain jolted through my body. The heat inside of me grew even  when I tried to stamp it down. This man, this man was dangerous. His  hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs circling my now taut nipples. I took  a steadying breath. He was unraveling me and we'd barely begun. "Such  pretty tits." He leaned down then and dragged his hot tongue across  them, keeping his eyes on me the whole time.                       
       
           



       



I tried to ignore the sensation, but the trip wire had been tripped and  there was no undoing it. When he released my breasts and squatted down  in front of me, I fought back the moan that bubbled in my chest. His  fingers slipped into the waistband of my panties. Suddenly, I wished I'd  worn something a little sexier than my usual soft yellow cotton. I  didn't usually care about the undergarments the assholes saw, but this  guy was different. He seemed to drink me in.



"Let's see what we have here." He pulled the panties over my hips and  down my legs. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, trying to corral all  of the rambling thoughts in my head. How could his touch have such an  effect on me?



His hand slid in between my legs, and he wiggled it. "Open." One word.  One simple command, and I was helpless to disobey. My feet slid apart,  as he'd already removed my panties. How'd he do that? "Ahh, here it is."  His hand rubbed against my sex. I was already wet, I could feel it and  now he would, too. The grunt of approval only fueled the fire inside of  me.



With one hand wrapped around my waist holding me in place, he began to  stroke me. Fingers slid between my lips, rubbing my wetness over my  folds. "So wet." He kissed my thigh, and I nearly buckled beneath the  tenderness of it. Next, his teeth bit into me, the same place as his  kiss and I cried out. Bending over and steadying myself on his  shoulders. He growled and bit me again.



"Fuck." I groaned when his tongue licked the spot where his teeth marks now sat.



"Oh, such a dirty mouth." He chuckled and began to move his hand  quicker, rubbing me harder. My clit responded quickly to the touches, by  wanting more. I pushed my hips toward him, looking for that connection,  for that little bit of relief. But he wasn't done with me. His hands  disappeared and he stood up, grinning at me like a cat who'd just caught  the damn canary. He wiped the hair away from my face, tucking the short  strands behind my ear. "There, that's the look I like." I had no idea  what look he was referring to, only that he seemed pleased and in  return, my thighs became damper with my desire. "What did I say you were  to do when I finished undressing you?"