I gripped her waist tightly, fighting the urge to sink into her hard and fast, just taking my fill of her. "Don't be gentle," she said, giving me another of her seductive grins. She knew what I wanted, she knew I wanted to pound into her until my body exploded from it, and she wanted to take every bit of it.
Sliding my cock into her, I groaned at the wet heat that surrounded my cock. Her pussy gripped me, she felt so tight. I pulled her legs toward me, draping them over my shoulders, and gripped her waist again. "I'm not going to hold back, baby," I warned her. Her only response was to lick her bottom lip and nod.
I plunged into her, not stopping until my balls bounced against her ass. She groaned right along with me, but not from discomfort, no, my girl didn't want gentle, she wanted a claiming. And a claiming she got.
Her clit was more exposed this way, I could see it peaking it out at me, and I wouldn't deny her another round. Using the pad of my thumb, I rubbed her clit, loving the way her eyes rolled and her chest heaved at my touch.
I loved the way every muscle in her body flexed as I continued to plunge deep into her, and play with her clit. She was nearing her breaking point, and so was I. "Fuck, Mason," she ground out, staring up at me with rounded eyes, pupils dilated, lips red and swollen from her biting on them.
One hand flew up and grasped my arm as I felt her orgasm take hold. Her pussy contracted, and pulsated around my cock, her scream hung in the air of the kitchen. I couldn't stop then if there was a gun to my head. My movements became more erratic, more intense.
I pulled her up, bending lower so I could kiss her. She still rode the last of her orgasm as mine took hold. "I'm not waiting anymore," I growled, and captured her mouth in a deep kiss as my cock exploded inside her. I pushed her legs off my shoulders, pushing her back onto the table and kissing her again. "You're killing me, Lucy," I grumbled against her lips.
"You know we eat at that table." Tick's voice boomed from the doorway.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
LUCY
It was nearly noon before I woke up the next day. We'd managed to get to the cottage a little after midnight and we were all too tired to do much else other than climb into our beds.
I didn't like leaving Mason behind, but he refused to come with us. Tick agreed to take us to the cabin and let Mason deal with the storm brewing on his own until we were settled.
"Jayson and Marcus won't find us up here," Massy said when she caught me staring out the back window of the cabin. The access road cut off a few hundred feet from where I could see. If Jayson or Marcus were going to come at us, I wouldn't be able to see them until they were at the cabin, and by then it would probably be too late.
"Keep reminding me." I smiled at her. She held a cup of tea in her hands and blew across it. Morning sickness wiped her out first thing in the morning. I plopped down at the table with her, but kept my eyes on the windows.
"It's a good thing, you and Mason." She smiled at me, and I got the feeling that she was giving me more than just an observation. "I've known him for a long time, and I've never seen him so head over heels for someone before."
I didn't know what to make of that. I hadn't allowed myself to think too far into the future when it came to Mason. All of the chaos surrounding us didn't give me time to plan a future. But now that he was getting out of the club, making plans to move away from the drama, I had to start deciding what I wanted. Thinking of him not by my side, not holding me while I slept, didn't feel right-it just felt wrong.
"He may tire of me a bit easier once all the excitement dies down." I gave a little laugh, uncomfortable. Her eyebrows rose and she shook her head.
"Hell no, this isn't some tragic love story. I'm telling you that man has it for you as bad as Tick has it for me. There won't be any getting away from him now."
"You and Tick been together long?" Change course.
"Little over a year." She took a tentative sip of her tea.
"He as bossy as Mason?"
She gave a loud laugh. "Those two are the bossiest little bastards I've ever met."
"Such a pretty woman shouldn't be using such ugly words," Tick called from the living room. He sat on his phone, fingers flying over the screen, sending out text messages.
"See what I mean? Since that man has known me, not once has he said a word about my mouth. He gets me knocked up and thinks he can tell me what to do."
"I sure as hell can," he called back. I had to laugh over the exchange. Tick reminded me of Mason in that way.
"Mason said Tick and you were going to be moving away once this is all done?"
"Yeah." She stood up and stretched. "Tick's done with the MC, and when I really thought about it, it's not place to raise a kid. I mean, I was raised in the club, a lot of good it did me." She jerked her head toward her tattooed man glowering at us from the other room. "Calm down, I'm kidding." She padded over to him and kissed the top of his bald head.
"I don't like the idea of leaving you two up here on your own," he growled, and pulled her down into his lap. I stayed in the dining room, not wanting to interrupt them.
"We'll be fine. No one knows where we are. Mason needs you down there, and I need some peace and quiet for a little bit. You go, save the world from the big bad Julio, or is it Lucas? I don't even know who the bad guy is anymore. Just finish and get back here for me."
He kissed her, soft at first, but then he held her face between his hands and kissed her like he owned her. And he did. Just as much as Mason owned me. There was no deciding on a future, we already had one mapped out before us. My place was with Mason. It wasn't just a little crush I felt.
Seeing Tick take such good care of Massy made me miss Mason. It hadn't even been a full day since I'd left him, but the longing already crept toward me.
Grabbing my phone from the counter, I went into the back bedroom to give him a call.
"Hey, babe." He answered on the first ring.
"Hi." Suddenly, I felt shy. I had no real reason to call him, other than to hear his voice, but I couldn't tell him that. He'd probably laugh.
"What's wrong?"
"Uh. Nothing." I sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard.
"Just missed me?" I didn't need to be in the room with him to know he had that shit-eating grin of his plastered all over his face.
"Maybe." I tried to sound casual, couldn't let him keep thinking he was the cat's meow. Although, I'd fully admit that he was more like the lion's roar.
"Yeah. You do. How do you like the cottage?"
"It's real nice." Just hearing him breathe through the phone made me want to feel his breath on my skin. Feel his hands on my body, roaming everywhere while he drove me wild. "How long do we need to stay up here?"
"Until Tick and I get the all clear to hightail it out. If we just leave the club without that vote, we'll be marked. Don't worry about it, babe. Marcus called a club wide meeting tomorrow afternoon. Tick will be back by then, and we'll force the vote."
"They aren't going to let you go. Not if Lucas and the cartel are a threat."
"Right now Lucas is a threat to Jayson. Marcus is gearing up for what happens after that. He doesn't give a shit about Tick and me right now, which is what we want. You just sit tight up there, no going for any nature walks or anything."
"Yeah, right." I snorted. Nature walks have never been my thing anyway. "Tick stopped at a store on the way up here. I have a few books to read."
"Dirty ones?" I could hear the dip in his voice.
"No, I'm a good girl. I don't read dirty books," I teased him. Two of the three paperbacks I picked up were romance novels, full of erotic scenes.
"Good girl? Hmm...let's see how good you are. Are you wearing panties?" My throat constricted at his question. Even from over a hundred miles away he could make me melt.
"Of course I am." I pretended to admonish him.
"Take them off for me." His voice lowered. Was he in public?
"Where are you right now?"
"Take them off for me, Lucy, or you won't get to come for a week."
I laughed then. "You're way down there, and I'm way up here. I promise you I can come when I like."