"Where is she?" I heard a familiar voice bellow. The walls practically shook with the sound. I didn't move, or make a sound, convinced my mind was starting to crack. "Where the fuck is she?"
Mason?
I turned over just as the door the room splintered into a little pieces. Mason with his gun dawn, eyes wild, and lips tight jumped into my room. Our eyes met, and for a moment I let myself believe I wasn't dreaming. That he stood only a few feet from me. I reached my hands out, thinking to touch him before he dashed back into my mind.
"Baby. I'm here." I sat up as his arms wrapped around me. God he felt good. Strong, warm. "Fuck, look at you." He gently cupped my face and looked at the damage.
"Mason. Are you really here?" I whispered my question, not wanting to scare off the image.
"Yeah, babe. It's me." He wiped the tears falling from my eyes and ordered me to stop crying, which only resulting in more tears.
"You're so bossy," I complained, but didn't mean it in the least. I heard Jayson yelling still from outside the door and sprung into action. "We'll have to hurry. He's coming back." I started yanking on the rope.
He captured my hands and held me still. "Stop, Lucy. Stop. Your wrists can't take much more. Tick is with him. Don't worry. He's not going to touch you ever again."
A strangled scream came from outside the room and I looked back at him. "You came for me." I watched him work the ropes around my wrists. Blood rushed into my fingers, burning and tingling.
"I will always chase your stubborn ass down. But I would really rather you stopped running." He threw the rope to the side and massaged my hands. "We need to get your wrists cleaned up and bandageed. You're gonna hurt for a few days."
"I wouldn't have blamed you if you didn't come." I blinked. How could he forgive me so easily?
"Well, sometimes you're an idiot," he said with a soft smile. "I told you, you belong to me."
"Even after I ran away?"
"Even then." He pulled me close to him, resting his chin on the top of my head. "But if you ever run away again, I swear I will chain you to my bed."
The irony made me laugh. "You realize-"
"I do, and I don't care. I'm not Jayson. You'd love being chained to my bed. All the dirty things I'd do to you. Every one of them, you'd beg me for. And damn if I could ever tell you no."
His hand slid into my hair, griping me by my scalp and pulled my head back. His lips crushed mine, another claiming, another deep, branding kiss. I didn't even care about my split lip.
When he pulled away, staring down at me with his dark eyes and serious expression, I cupped his face with my hands. "I'm okay, Mason. I'm going to be just fine," I reassured him. He looked down at my body, at the tear in my shirt, and the tattered pants lying on the end of the bed.
"You need a hospital," he ground out.
"Probably, but what I need most. More than anything in the world. Is you, Mason Day. I just need you."
He nodded, scooped me off the bed and carried me from the room. As we walked through the apartment I saw Jayson, sitting up against a wall, a large gash running down the side of his face to match the one on Massy's cheek. Tick stood over him, his chest heaving and his hands bloodied from dealing with Jayson. He wasn't breathing. Just propped up against that wall. "Don't look, baby," Mason ordered, and carried me from the apartment. "Eyes on me, always on me."
EPILOGUE
MASON
"Fuck, Lucy," I growled. Even after a year of fucking this woman, I would never get used to how she made me feel when I was inside of her tight pussy. She curved her back, sticking her ass further out for me as I drove my cock into her from behind. Her hands were tied over her head, hooked to the celling. The red welts on her ass from my belt not yet fading as I plowed into her.
She took every bit of what I gave her, and sometimes the girl begged for more. Everything I wanted was wrapped up in that woman. And she was mine. All mine.
"Mason, please. Please!" She would have stomped her foot if she hadn't been pulled up to her tip toes.
"Not yet, love," I whispered in her ear, then pushed her head down so she was bent more at the waist. "Almost. Hold on for me, you can do that. I know you can."
My hand reached around her front and stroked her swollen clit. She groaned again, throwing her head back. She was close, so fucking close, her pussy clenched tight around my cock.
"When I pull off these clamps, you come, got it?" I played with the clothespins I had on her nipples. The girl learned to like my methods of torment more than I could have dreamed.
"Yes. Please, now."
I moved my hand from her clit, toying with both clamps at the same time. Without warning I pulled them free. She screamed, both from the instant burn in her nipples and the raging orgasm that ripped through her. I dropped the clamps the ground and gripped her hips, riding her hard until my own release took hold of me.
***
Stepping out into our kitchen, I ignored the glare Massy gave me. She sat at the table holding their baby girl. Taylor had been born healthy and strong.
"You know I'm trying to feed Taylor." She adjusted the blanket over her breasts, trying to hide the fact that she was nursing in my kitchen.
"And you know that I'll fuck my wife whenever I want and wherever I want." I pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge.
"Knock it off, you two." Lucy sprang into the kitchen, her hair all twisted up in a bun. She pulled the blanket back to see the baby and smiled. "So sweet."
"Tick is finishing up in the basement. Then we can go see that movie. You sure your ma doesn't mind watching Taylor for a few hours?"
"My mom? Fuck no. Besides, she's got to practice being a grandma." I gave Lucy a wink and drained the rest of my water.
Massy looked up at Lucy with surprise and joy, while Lucy glared at me.
"I told you I wanted to tell her." She narrowed her eyes at me. "Can't you ever just do what I say?"
I walked over to her, pulled her to my chest, and yanked her head back, planting a hard kiss on her lips. "That's not how this works." I gave her another kiss when she started to protest. "Isn't that right?"
"I'm not sure why I love you." She grinned up at me.
"But you do love me." I pulled on her hair just a bit more.
"'Til the day I die, Mason Day. 'Til the day I die."
THE END
Free Book #1 Jasper
Chapter 1
Kaitlyn Stewart waved at the night security guard who was leaning against the reception desk. He glanced up and gave her a sad smile.
"Working late again, Kait?" He asked, showing concern.
Kait rolled her eyes and pushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
"You know it, Rob."
"You work too hard, anyone ever tell you that?"
"You've made quite the habit of telling me," Kait mocked with a warm smile.
"Well just you take care," Rob offered as he did every night. "Pretty girl like you shouldn't be walking around on her own after dark."
"This isn't the seventies, Rob," Kait laughed as she pushed open the glass doors that served as the entrance to her office building. The sharp night air pressed up against her, causing her to shiver beneath her designer trench coat. Drawing her arms close to her body, she lowered her head and started to walk purposefully towards the high rise parking lot where her car had been waiting for her since first light.
Kait was grateful of the brisk evening air which pulled at her long blonde hair. It was a pleasant change from the stuffy recirculated air of the office where she worked. She just wished that the days were longer during the winter months. Lately, she arrived at work in darkness and left when the stars were out shining once again. She missed the warmth of sunlight upon her skin. The tan she was currently sporting had come via bottle.
Her black stiletto shoes snapped sharply against the hard ground as she hurriedly approached the imposing structure of the parking lot. She tottered over to the elevator, pressed a button with a manicured finger, and patiently waited for it to arrive. As she waited she sent a few cursory glances around the ground floor of the parking lot. It was deserted. All the other cars had long since gone home for the day.