Mason:Inked Reapers MC(54)

"Come in." She recognised the voice speaking through the door instantly.  It was him. What was he going to say to her? Would he be mad that she  was there? Lifting her chin and throwing back her shoulders, Kait opened  the door and walked in.



Jasper's dressing room was small and dimly lit. He sat on a grey sofa  with an ice pack held to his left knee. The room smelt of sweat and  coffee. He was alone.



"Jasper, hey," Kait nervously walked in, feeling more like a girlish fan  than a previous conquest. "Congratulations on your win!"



Jasper rolled his eyes and then winced. "I nearly knocked my knee out doing it," he admitted with a grumble.



Kait wanted to be polite; she wanted to tell him she hoped his knee was okay, but she could feel her rage bubbling within her.



"How can you be so reckless?" She blurted angrily. Jasper's eyes  widened, and he blinked at her, startled. "You … you save me from  those … those thugs! You get stabbed! And then you fight two nights in a  row! And it's not just your standard throw a few punches fighting, your  sport is brutal, Jasper! You looked exhausted out there! What are you  playing at?"



Her words landed heavily in the space between them. Kait blushed,  realising that she had of course over stepped the mark. She clamped a  hand over her mouth to prevent herself from saying anything more. She'd  already done enough damage.



"I don't remember consulting you on how I should live my life," Jasper told her coldly.



"Well you need to consult someone!" Kait told him defiantly, her hand  unable to hold back her vitriol."I get that you're a great fighter, but  you're going to kill yourself if you carry on like this! Why did you  even help me out the other night when you knew you had all these fights  coming up?"



"Would you rather I'd let those men rape you?" Jasper asked quietly, his eyes bright with anger.



"No." Kait shook her head. "But … but you should have gone to hospital! You needed medical attention!"



"And risk that kind of publicity before a fight?" Jasper asked  incredulously. "My opponents would have had a field day with that sort  of information."                       
       
           



       



Kait lowered her shoulders. So that was why he wouldn't go to the hospital; he was worried about his reputation.



"Look, I appreciate you coming here to check in on me," Jasper told her,  glancing at the door through which she had entered. He was sending her  away. He was already done with her. Kait could feel despair clamouring  up her throat, but she swallowed it away.



"It's because I'm a nice person," she told him curtly. "When I spend the  night with someone, it means something. Maybe that's not the way for  you. But I don't do one night stands. I'm not like that. I thought we  had something … a connection."



Kait groaned at how needy she was sounding, but if this was the last  time she got to see Jasper Duboix, she wanted him to know exactly how  she was feeling.



"I thought you were different," she continued. "I thought you were decent."



"Seems like all I do is disappoint you." Jasper looked down at his knee and readjusted the ice pack.



"If I walk through that door, I promise you won't see me ever again,"  Kait told him defiantly. "I'm not the girl who pines over a guy. I came  here to tell you to stop pushing yourself so hard, not to plead with you  to bed me one more time. The guy I met in the parking lot, the guy who  saved me, he was a good guy, no, a great guy! I'm not sure why you  insist on hiding him away like you do, but if want my advice, you should  embrace him."



Kait knew she was close to crying. She turned and stormed back towards the door.



"Wait."



Jasper's strong voice pulled her back as though it were magnetised. She  turned on her heel and gazed in to those deep, alluring eyes which had  softened.



"Don't go."



Kait tentatively approached the sofa where he was sitting.



"I'm glad you came tonight," Jasper smiled at her, and Kait thought she  might melt there and then on the spot. She remembered how amazing it  felt to have his naked body pressed up against hers. All the anger  drained out of her, replaced by pure, carnal desire. Glancing at Jasper  she saw that same, desperate need reflected in his eyes.



"Lock the door," he instructed her. Without hesitation, Kait fulfilled the order.





Chapter 12



Sunlight burned against Kait's face. Swiping a hand across her eyes, she  sat up and yawned. The light that crept in beneath the curtains swept  across the bed and showed her that she wasn't alone. A contented smile  pulled on her lips as she looked at the sleeping figure beside her.



Jasper was lying on his side, his bare back exposed to her. In the early  morning light, she could clearly see the patchwork of scars engraved  into his skin. With the tip of her finger, she traced the line of a  particularly big scar. She wondered if it was a battle wound for a  particularly brutal fight or if Jasper had got it some other way. As she  stroked his back, Jasper stirred and rolled over. He blinked away the  fog of sleep and then smiled at Kait.



"Morning," his voice was so irresistibly deep. Kait shuddered just hearing it.



"Good morning," she managed to reply sweetly.



"What time is it?" Jasper asked as he rubbed a hand across his eyes.



"Half past eight," Kait noted after stealing a quick glance at her bedside clock.



"I slept late," Jasper sat up and rested back against the headboard. "Then again, I had a particularly busy night."



He looked up and gazed at Kait, his eyes sparkling with mischief. She  blushed as she knew he wasn't referring to the match he had barely won.  He was talking about what had happened between them.



Kait had told him how angry she was at him and how he needed to take  better care of himself before they gave in to the sexual tension brewing  between them. Jasper made love to her on the sofa in his dressing room.  Then, still hungry for more, he went home with her. They could have  gone back to his place, but now that Kait was aware of his celebrity  status, she doubted that was a good idea. She wasn't sure what was going  on between her and Jasper, but she certainly didn't need the media  stepping in and speculating on what was happening.



"I had fun last night," Kait declared coyly.



"I'm glad," Jasper leaned towards her and purred the words into her ear.  Kait melted against him. Whenever she was around him, she became dizzy  and struggled to focus. Soon his lips were pressed against hers, and  they were kissing with heated intensity as though they hadn't had one  another just hours earlier.



Jasper moved away just before the kiss could deepen any further. He  pressed his lips to her neck and began to caress her body with his  strong hands. Kait trembled in delight beneath him. With his lips, he  began to carefully kiss a path down towards her breasts and then towards  her navel, Kait as still completely naked from their earlier escapades.                       
       
           



       



She gasped as Jasper moved below her navel. He was taking his time, making her grow in expectation.



By the time he gently suckled her clitoris, Kait thought she might  explode. She cried out in ecstasy as her toes curled. The world exploded  in fireworks before her eyes, and her heart hammered excitedly in her  chest.





Chapter 13



They spent the entire day in bed. It was something Kait had never done  before. Sure she'd been in relationships, but she never liked to linger  with someone the way she did with Jasper. Her mind was always racing  about the hundred and one things she needed to do. Sundays were laundry  days, and she would also go for a long jog weather permitting. But all  those tasks were instantly forgotten when she was intertwined with  Jasper's powerful body.



They enjoyed one another again and again. Kait reached new levels of  pleasure she'd never previously believed were possible. Jasper was a  caring, attentive lover with impressive stamina.



"I really need to shower," Jasper told her as outside the day had begun to darken.



"Me too," Kait agreed from where she was resting her head on his chest, enjoying listening to the steady beat of his heart.



"Do you want to shower together?"



Kait snapped her head up and looked down at him. Her whole body once  again tingling with desire. Just as she was about to eagerly accept his  offer, she saw the fresh wound on his chest, the one he'd endured whilst  protecting her. As her face dipped in sadness, she softly ran her  finger beneath it.