Mason:Inked Reapers MC(5)

When I woke up, it was to rays of sunshine beating on my face. I looked  around the room and quickly realized I'd broken my own rule. I'd slept  over. Lying beside Lucy hadn't just been nice, it felt damn comfortable,  like home. I remembered waking her up sometime in the darkness of the  night and fucking her again. She'd been so beautiful with the moonlight  shining into her room.



"Hey, you're awake." Lucy's soft voice came from the bathroom doorway.  She stood with her short hair brushed back from her face, still wet from  her shower it dripped onto her shoulders. The towel she clutched in  front of her covered everything I wanted to see, but I didn't make her  drop it. I needed to get the hell out of there, I'd already overstayed.



"Yeah. That sun's brutal." I jerked a thumb at her window and rolled out  of bed. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked naked around her room,  looking for my jeans. I was used to women getting their fill of me, I  didn't spend all those hours at the gym just because I wanted to be  healthy.



"You get used it." She stepped around me while I pulled my jeans on and went to her closet.



I watched her as she pulled a floral printed spring dress from her  closet. She kept her back to me, as she dropped the towel. I only got a  quick glimpse of her beautiful ass before the dress slipped over her  head and covered her again. She scooped up the towel and tossed it onto  the bed.



"Plans for today?" I asked, not knowing why I would. I was out of my  element. No girl stayed for morning chat, and I sure as hell never had.



"Nothing exciting." She shrugged. I saw her glance my way, but kept her  gaze guarded. The fire wasn't alive in her eyes anymore, a sadness had  crept in.



"How'd you end up with the Disciples? You don't look like their usual  type." I pulled on my boots while watching her brush her hair at the  dresser, still keeping her eyes off me.



"A friend of mine was dating Marcus."



"Was dating?"



"They broke up." She looked at me then, through the reflection of the  mirror. "He wouldn't stop sticking his dick in anything that moved, and  she wanted better." I could see the accusation sitting in her gaze.  There was no love for the MC in her eyes. What the fuck was she doing  there then?



"You know, club..uh …  girls don't have stick around if they don't want.  They aren't patched. Why didn't you go with your friend?" I slid my arms  into my cut, adjusting the fit and staring at her in the reflection. A  soft blush crept up her neck and she broke our stare, looking out the  window.



"I'm no club whore." She whispered. "They have choices."



What the fuck did that mean? Before I could question her more, a knock  on her door interrupted me. She unlocked it and had a quiet conversation  with whoever was on the other side of it. When she turned back to me,  with the door closed again, her face had paled slightly. She rebounded  quick, though, pushing her chin up and squaring her shoulders.



"So where's your friend now? She just left you behind?" My question  caught her off guard, she took a moment to think about what I was asking  her.                       
       
           



       



"She's gone." A wet lock of hair fell into her face and she tucked it  back behind her ear. She looked so soft compared to the night before.  Her makeup had been washed off, and only the minimal amount re-applied.  Her eyes settled on him, but I could see her mind was wandering off  elsewhere.



"What do you mean, gone." I walked over to her, running my fingers through my own hair to settle it down around my ears.



"I mean gone. Dead." Her voice told me more than her words did. She'd  crossed Marcus, had told him no. Was Lucy afraid the same would happen  to her if she didn't stick around? I'd heard rumors the Disciples like  to traffic sex workers, bring over young girls from across the border  and having them work in their strip clubs to pay off their debt. Lucy  obviously didn't come from down south. Her pale skin and freckled  complexion spoke of a European ancestry, not Mexican.



"I'm sorry." I laid a hand on her shoulder. I meant it. She looked shook  up, either by our conversation or whatever the person at the door had  to say. Her chest heaved as she took a deep breath, and then brought  those beautiful brown eyes to mine. "How long ago?"



"Two months." She shook her head, as if that would rid herself of the  memories she didn't want. I cupped her chin, making her look at me. Such  soft features did not belong in a hell hole like the Disciples  clubhouse.



I didn't speak, only brought my lips down on her. I don't know what made  me do it. Her sad look, the way she looked so innocent in her summer  dress. All I knew is I needed to taste her. I hadn't taken the time the  night before, but I was going to take it now. She didn't resist me, she  melted. I moved closer, pressing my body against hers, cradling her face  in my hands. Fuck, her lips tasted like cherries, sweet cherry pie. Why  did everything about her remind of me something wholesome and pure? I  heard her moan, it was small, almost lost in the sound of my thumb  rubbing her cheek. I pushed my tongue past her lips, and she opened for  me sweetly. Her hands found their way up to my arms, holding the sleeves  of my shirt, but not pushing me away. I commanded her at that moment, I  owned her.



When I finally dragged myself away, I looked down at her dazed eyes and smiled. "What was that for?" She asked, breathless.



"I wanted to." I released her and turned away, feeling like a stupid  teenager hiding a boner. My body wanted her again, hell all of me wanted  her again. And again.



"You always just do what you want?" She questioned me as I pulled out my  wallet. Her eyes darted from me to my hands and they darkened. Like a  fast approaching storm that I couldn't get away from. "I don't want your  fucking money." She spat at me.



I looked up at her with some bewilderment. "I'm not paying you." I found  myself defending myself. I held up the wallet. "Just checking my funds,  I'm hungry and want breakfast."



Another blush covered her face, contrasting the patch of freckles over her nose. "Oh."



"Do you wanna join me?" I heard myself ask the question, but I swear my brain hadn't thought of it. She shook her head.



"No. Thanks, but I have a lot to do today." She picked up her purse from  the dresser and motioned to the door. "I can walk you out."



"No need. I have to see Jayson anyway real quick." I had planned on  calling him anyway, but my ass was still in his clubhouse it would make  it easier. She just nodded and opened the door. We walked down the hall  and into the large lounge area. A few bodies were moving around, but not  much. She gave me a little wave, scanned the room with her eyes, and  ducked out a side door.



I've been fucking biker whores for a damn near a decade, and that girl was no biker whore.





CHAPTER FOUR



LUCY





What the fuck was I thinking!? Mason Day was nothing but trouble, and  I'd let him spend the night in my bed. He wasn't the first guy Jayson  threw my way to "entertain", but none of them had made it out of the  bathroom before I had their clothes in hand and the door open for their  exit. At the time, I just chalked it up to exhaustion. Spending ten  hours on my feet working the bar had taken its toll. But if I were going  to be honest with myself, I would have to admit I didn't want that man  to leave.



He'd been so in control, so dominating, I couldn't stop myself from  obeying all of his commands. What started out as a quick fuck to work  off some of my debt, turned into something else entirely before he was  through with me. His eyes. I'd never seen such a dark shade of blue  before, and when he put them on me, I thought my skin was going to burst  into flames.                       
       
           



       



I can't say his cockiness was unlike other bikers, but it was deeper. He  wasn't' covering up for some inadequacy or trying to be a show-off. He  took possession of the room when he entered it, my room included. I had  no chance once he'd stepped into my bedroom.



And that kiss. I needed to forget that kiss. It was dangerous to think  about something that felt so intimate, so real. I need to focus on my  plan. I needed to figure out a way to get a second job, one that Jayson  didn't control. Between my earnings at the club and my own job, I could  pay him off even faster. So I probably wouldn't sleep for the next few  months, I could sleep after. In my own bed. In my own apartment, where  men didn't pound down my door after having too much beer and didn't have  enough cash in their pocket to stumble over to the whorehouse next  door.