Mason:Inked Reapers MC(66)

But Kait didn't want him. He had to keep telling himself that. She'd  walked away from him, told him goodbye. He needed to move on, to forget  about her before he drove himself mad.



The brunettes were eager to ease Jasper of his troubles. They cooed over  him as they rubbed his aching shoulders and whispered dirty words into  his ear. When they finally made it into the bedroom, Jasper began to  doubt if he'd be able to perform. His body ached so badly he was certain  it wouldn't be able to handle all of the women. It was strange because  when he was with Kait he was able to forget about all his aches and  pains. Yet in the company of the trio of current beauties, he remained  acutely aware of it at all times.



"Come on Jasper," the most curvaceous of the girls purred at him as she  knelt upon his bed and removed her tight fitting top with a swift  flourish. The sight of her ample, exposed breasts made something stir in  Jasper. But the moment he became aroused, he instantly thought of Kait.  He closed his eyes in frustration.



"Tell us what we should do," another girl delivered the words into his  ear and then cheekily slid her tongue against him. Jasper groaned. Why  wasn't this working? Usually he'd have bedded all three of them by now.



Desperate, he asked the girls to pleasure one another. He hoped that  seeing such an erotic sight would help him break free of Kait's grip on  him, and for a blissful hour it did. Jasper was able to lose himself in  the girls at his apartment. Their bodies came together in a writhing  mass upon his bed as they took it in turns to pleasure him. It was  euphoric yet …  empty. No matter how hard Jasper tried, how many positions  he eagerly attempted despite his aching body, he couldn't reach  complete satisfaction. The girls giggled and fawned over him, but he  knew their attention couldn't last forever. Eventually he decided to  just fake it. Something he'd never had to do in his entire life.                       
       
           



       



Panting convincingly, he collapsed against his soft pillows as the girls  gathered around him, resting their heads upon his chest. One raised a  finger and drew it towards one of his scars.



"Don't touch that," Jasper barked at her, the words carrying more venom  than he'd intended. Burned, the girl retrieved her hand and settled back  against his chest. Jasper lay there and listened to their breathing  slow as they all fell asleep. Outside, the day was turning to darkness  once more as night approached. Regret crept into the room. It was so  silent and subtle that Jasper didn't realize it was there until it was  gathered menacingly around his throat, making him struggle to breathe.  What had he done? He didn't want these girls. As beautiful as they were,  they didn't make his heart race the way Kait did. When he connected  with her, it was more than sex. It was something Jasper hadn't  experienced before, and it had certainly ruined him. He'd spent the day  living out every man's fantasy, and yet it hadn't been enough. What if  it was never enough again?



The sound of a distant door opening made Jasper tense. Was it his  cleaner? Surely not; she wasn't supposed to work weekends. He also  didn't want her to find him in bed with his bevvy of beauties. His  cleaner was a little old lady with an old fashioned constitution. He  risked her having a heart attack if she saw all their gathered naked  limbs fused into one collective mass.



"Girls," Jasper addressed the sleeping beauties who grumbled but did not  stir. "Girls, we need to move," he insisted. "Someone is here."



His guests were too relaxed and worn out to move. They nuzzled affectionately against him as they drifted off to sleep.



"Damn it," Jasper moaned to himself. Whoever had let themselves into his  apartment would surely be looking for him and would inevitably find  their way into his bedroom. As if on cue, the door creaked open, and  Jasper held his breath.



Carl peered into the dimly lit bedroom. His expression was stern, but  the moment he saw the naked women draped over Jasper, his features  softened into a cheeky smile.



"Oh, sorry to disturb you," he noted as he pushed open the door and  entered the room. Jasper frowned. If he was so sorry, why didn't he just  back the hell out of there?



"I just came by to check on you since you weren't at the gym today."



Jasper rolled his eyes. Was this how it was now? If he dared to take one  day off from the gym, then Carl would be over to check up on him.



"I can see that you're busy," Carl's eyes hungrily roved over the  exposed breasts and buttocks surrounding Jasper. One of the girls had  opened her eyes and giggled coyly at the attention.



"Can we talk later?" Jasper asked with a sigh.



"Yes, of course," Carl nodded. "I'll wait for you in the kitchen."



Jasper closed his eyes and groaned in frustration. By later, he had  meant another day, not in a few minutes, but he knew from experience  that Carl wouldn't leave until he was satisfied that they'd sufficiently  talked out whatever was bothering him. Jasper wanted to let him stew  for a while. He pressed back his head and attempted to doze for a while.  As much as it would be nice to annoy Carl, he desperately needed the  rest.





Chapter 38



Kait felt groggy from lack of sleep. Moving numbly through her  apartment, she turned on the kettle and opened the blinds to let in the  dim rays of early morning sunlight. Her last waking thought had been of  Jasper, and then she'd spent most of the night dreaming about him. She  knew that she was being ridiculous, that she was caught up on a guy who  didn't even really want her. After all, Jasper was already seriously  involved with someone: his career.



Listening to the kettle grumble as it boiled the water inside, Kait  considered what to do. She knew she couldn't go on like this. Her heart  ached from the pain of pining over Jasper. She needed to set herself  free and stop emotionally torturing herself.



By the time the kettle beeped to signify that its contents were  sufficiently boiled, Kait had reached a decision. Clutching a fresh mug  of coffee, she headed back into her bedroom and grabbed her phone.  Unlocking it, she saw with a grimace that it was still on an internet  page filled with images of Jasper. He looked powerful and handsome in  all of them, but with a determined swipe of her finger the images were  gone.



Knotting her eyebrows together, Kait began writing the message she  needed to send. She hoped it would ultimately help release her from  Jasper's spell. She confirmed the message and sent it without giving  herself the time to reconsider what she was doing. Then she downed the  rest of her coffee and climbed into the shower.                       
       
           



       





Chapter 39



With her hair pulled up beneath a towel and her cheeks flushed from the  heat of the shower, Kait stepped back into her apartment, shivering  slightly beneath her robe now that she was away from the dense warmth of  the bathroom. The sun streaming in through the window had grown  brighter as the clock ticked closer to the time when she'd need to leave  for work.



Before she started drying her hair, Kait glanced at her phone. To her  surprise, there was a message there waiting for her in response to what  she had previously sent. She snatched the phone up and stared intently  at the device. The message was from Anna.



That's so great that you're ready to meet Robert's friend. I'll set  something up for this weekend xxx ps what are you doing texting me so  early? You made my heart do a nervous pitter patter dance! ; )



Kait chewed her lip as she looked over the message. Robert's friend  might be just the distraction she needed to stop herself thinking of  Jasper. And she'd be meeting him that weekend. All she had to do was  make it through the week without wasting too much time thinking about  Jasper.



With her free hand, she started towel drying her hair while the other  expertly maneuvered over the phone she was holding, and before she was  even aware what she was doing she was looking up Jasper's Twitter page.  Kait groaned at her own inability to stay away from him, even virtually.  This had to stop. With a sigh of frustration, she threw her phone over  on to the bed and focused solely on drying her hair to get ready for  work.





Chapter 40



Jasper's bare feet slapped against the polished tiles of his floor as he  stalked towards the kitchen. He'd pulled on some boxer shorts, but  other than that, he was completely naked. His bevvy of beauties remained  on his bed, pressed up against each other like a couple of sleeping  cats.



"You're up." Carl glanced up from the counter where he was sitting on a  stool and sipping on an espresso he'd made for himself. He was wearing a  pin stripe shirt and tight fitting black trousers. He always looked  formal. He insisted that it helped Jasper maintain a professional image.