Mason:Inked Reapers MC(38)

"Take her." Mason nodded. "We'll wait here."



Tick looked at his wife, the love and care showing clearly in his entire  expression. His brow wrinkled with worry, while the rest of his body  tensed with the immense anger he felt at his woman being hurt. And it  was all my fault.



"Maybe it would be best if I just went up north alone," I whispered.



"No." Mason kept his anger at my comment from reaching his voice, but I could see it in his eyes. "Don't suggest it again."



"Jayson did this because of me." I pointed at Massy.



"Hon, this ain't your fault. This is his doing, not yours."



"He was here looking for me." I wanted to sink lower in my chair, let it swallow me whole.



"Jayson was looking for Tick, not you."                       
       
           



       



"If I hadn't run, he wouldn't have come here."



"Maybe not. But if you had stayed, he wouldn't have stopped at only this  on you." She touched the ragged cut on her cheek. "The man is out for  blood. He's crazed. He kept muttering something about Julio. He's either  coming or he's already here. I couldn't make it out while he was  talking to himself."



"Still-"



"I don't want to hear another fucking word about you going on alone. Do  you get me?" Mason didn't move toward me, he just stood at the other end  of the room. The anger radiated off him. Tick shook his head.



"Massy, get your purse. Let's get to the doc and get you patched up." He  stood up and helped her from her chair. She still wore normal clothes,  shorts and a tank top, but the little baby bump had started to peak  through. "Then I'm going to fucking kill Jayson."



"You'll have to get in line," I muttered as they made their way from the kitchen.



Mason stood glowering at me until the front door closed. Then he  pounced. "What part of no more running confused you?" He nearly shouted.  Two months ago, having him towering over me with such angry eyes would  have made me nervous. But I was tired. Tire of running. Tired of being  scared.



"It's not running when you know where I am. I didn't say I was going to  run away. I said it might be best if I was not with you guys right now.  Jayson's lost it."



"Yeah, and not just about you. His being here had more to do with the  shit I was telling you about with the cartel than about you. If he finds  you, that will be a bonus, but he's tracking down anyone who might be  able to join him and go against the cartel when they get here. Word's  out about Julio helping Lucas take over the Disciples. It's only a  matter of time before they go over to Marcus and take him out, too."



"Wouldn't your VP be next to take over your club?" The MC life still  confused the hell out of me, so many rules and rituals-I couldn't keep  them all straight.



"If the Reapers don't agree to band together with the Disciples, they'll just be wiped out."



"Why would they do that?" I sounded ignorant, even to myself.



"Because they can." He shrugged.



"Mason, where's your leather?"



He took Massy's seat and pulled me into his lap. "It's where it belongs," he said, wiping a strand of hair from my face.



"What the hell does that mean?" I swatted his hand away. Playing with my  hair distracted me, and I wouldn't let him go there, not yet.



"It means, I left it behind. I'm getting out, and leaving it at the club at the table signifies my intentions."



"Your president is just going to let you walk?"



"We aren't some street gang." He let out a little chuckle, but I could  tell it still wasn't as easy as all that. "I left the cut behind to let  him know I'm getting out. Now I just wait for the next club vote to get  voted out with creds or with blood."



"Oh that sounds reassuring." I rolled my eyes, earning me a pinch to my hip.



"It just means that the rest of the club will vote if I leave with good  standing or if I leave with no credibility-I'd have remove some of my  ink, never claim the club as brothers anymore, that sort of thing."



"Does any of that matter with this Julio guy coming up here to tear everything apart?"



"Probably not." He kissed my shoulder, pulling the neckline of my dress to the side and kissed my collar bone.



"Tick and Massy could walk back in-" I tried to shove his hands away  when he started to unbutton my dress, but he wouldn't be deterred.



"It will take at least an hour, and that's if the clinic is empty. Now  stop getting in my way. I want to see those tits." He finished  unbuttoning my dress, pushing the thin material to side. "I haven't  touched you in at least three hours." A slow wink had me grinning. He  stared at my breasts for a moment, looking contemplative. Cupping both  breasts in his hands, he thumbed my nipples, bringing them to full  attention. "Your body knows who it belongs to. It responds to my touch  so easily." I couldn't argue with that, if the man said jump I'd  probably be powerless to stop my body from obeying.



"Don't go getting too cocky, biker boy," I teased. A piercing pain shot  through my nipples as he pinched them hard for my comment. "Okay, okay.  I'm sorry." I hissed and he released me, replacing his fingers with his  mouth. He rolled my nipples with his tongue, and sucked with gentle tugs  on each of my now engorged breasts.                       
       
           



       



With almost no effort, he hoisted me off his lap and onto the kitchen  table. "Lean back." He stood from his chair and hovered over me. My  dress completely open, giving him access to my entire body, I obeyed  him. My body couldn't stop from wanting him, from needing every touch he  gave.



He looked down at my panties and then back up at me. Before I could  scoot out of his range, or protest, he reached down and tore them from  my body.



I gasped. "That was my last clean pair."





CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE



MASON





I held what was left of her panties in my hand. "We'll buy you more," I  promised, and tucked the tattered material into my pocket. God she was  fucking beautiful. Her full, heavy breasts rose and fell with  anticipation, her nipples still wet from my tongue.



I shoved her thighs open, letting me get a better view. She leaned back a  bit further, planting her feet on the table and opening to me even  more. Her pussy already glistened with desire. "Such a good girl for me  today." I grinned down at her.



She nodded and braced herself on her elbows so she could still see me  when I moved lower. I spread her wet folds apart and gently teased her  with my tongue. Her pussy was wet, dripping with her need for me. The  scent of her arousal was nearly intoxicating, but still nothing compared  to her taste. I could get lost in her forever.



I buried my tongue into her slit, savoring her moans as I pushed my  tongue further into her. My own body responded to her as easily as hers.  I told her over and over that her body belonged to me, but the truth of  it was she owned me just as much.



"I could do this all day," I murmured against her pussy, kissing her  folds and licking her slit. I moved my tongue to flick at her clit, and  she arched her back, shoving her pussy closer to my face. I didn't want  to tease her anymore. I wanted her to come, hard. I wanted her to lose  control and scream out my name.



"Mason," she said, not yet loud enough. Her hands dove into my hair, and  she nearly sat up when my tongue began to circle her clit with more  force, and my fingers sank into her pussy. I licked faster, pumped my  fingers faster. "Fuck." She breathed faster. Her entire body tightened,  she was so close. I groaned, and buried myself further into her pussy.  Pushing her over that edge I knew she wanted to go over.



"Come for me, Lucy." I looked up to see her mouth agape, her eyes wild.  So close, so damn close. Taking her clit between my teeth, I stroked it  fast with my tongue. It was just what she needed. Her hands gripped my  hair. Her pussy clenched my fingers, spasming as her powerful orgasm  burst through her. Her hot juices spilled out. I drank it all up, like a  man who needed nourishment or would die.



Gentling my strokes, I let her lay back on the table. A few moments  later, her breath finally slowed and I removed my fingers, giving her  clit one last kiss before I stood up again. "I'm going to fuck you  senseless now," I promised her, unzipping my jeans and pulling out my  cock. It was so hard, just touching it nearly did me in.



"Yes, Mason." She gave me a sultry smile and scooted further down the  table toward me. I nearly rolled my eyes with pleasure when she pulled  her legs back for me, holding herself open for my cock.