Mason:Inked Reapers MC(8)

"What do I get if I let you?"



How could he think so damn rationally? "Anything!"



He laughed. "You don't know what that means." His eyes bore into me, he ground his



hips into my clit, pushing my hand even harder against it. "I'll show  you, though. I promise." He bent lower and kissed me softly. "Come." He  ordered. Just the word alone pushed me over the edge. I opened my mouth,  ready to scream my release. His mouth clamped over mine. He took in my  scream and kissed me, riding me harder as he found his own release. His  groan of pleasure mingled with my residual yelps until we both lay all  tangled up and breathing heavy. A droplet of his sweat rolled onto my  chest from his.



"Fuck." He breathed and rolled over to his side, pulling me with him. My  head rested on his chest and I feel into the rhythm of his breathing.  Fingertips trailed down my arm then back up in such a soothing manner, I  almost forgot why he was in my room. He wasn't someone to cuddle with,  he was just a means to an end. I tried to sit up then, to move away, but  his arm snaked around me, keeping me right where I was. "Tell me about  those brochures." He pressed his lips against my head.                       
       
           



       



"They're nothing." I tensed under the question. He'd probably laugh,  just like Jayson had, and I wasn't really in the mood for it.



"Now, if you want to be able to come again tomorrow, I would suggest you stop lying." he pinched my hip.



"Tomorrow? Planning another trip out here already?"



"Have some business to attend to, thought I'd stop by your room afterward."



"Ah." I pulled away then, sitting up and staring down at him. "Well,  since I can come whenever I want to, I don't' see how not having an  orgasm with you will be much of a problem." I was rewarded for my  brattiness with another pinch.



"That may be so." He sat up and leaned against my headboard, running his  hands through his hair and pushing it out of his face. "But I promise  you, you'll think twice about giving up your orgasm the next time I'm  buried balls deep in that pretty pussy of yours."



I didn't know what to say to that. I knew he meant it, he'd come back  the next day and drive me crazy, but he wouldn't give me the release I  wanted. Not sure how else to respond, I kept quiet. He nudged my chin up  with his forefinger. "Come on, tell me. What program was it?" His smile  softened, and the edge left his voice.



"Nursing." I scooted up on the bed and leaned against the headboard next to him, pulling my knees up to my chest.



"You want to be a nurse?"



"Nope, just want to go through the schooling and then keeping banging  these assholes for the hell of it." The look on his face told me he  didn't appreciate a smart ass comment when he heard one. "Yes, I want to  be a nurse."



"So what's stopping you?"



"Are you kidding?" I searched his face, but he looked authentically confused. "Didn't you pay Jayson on your way in here?"



"Pay him?" His eyebrows furrowed in response to my question. "What the fuck for?"



"Seriously?" I scooted away to turn toward him better. "He didn't make  you pay?" I let out a loud sigh. If he was giving me away, I wasn't  going to make any dent in what I owed. How many others had he done that  with? No wonder I wasn't as far along as I had thought.



"Okay, Lucy, I want to know what's going on. Now. Are you one of the girls that work out back?"



I did laugh then. The girls in the back house were probably worse off  than me. At least, I had some prospect of a future, those girls never  would. Indentured servitude is what Jayson called it when she overheard  them talking about the whorehouse. Slavery is what it was.



"No. I don't work back there." I scooted from the bed and dug out a  nightgown from my dresser. It was late and I really just wanted to go to  sleep, forget everything for a little while. He took the hint and  headed to the bathroom to clean himself up and get changed. When he came  back out, he walked around gathering his clothes and putting them back  on. I was genuinely sad to see his body get covered up, I could have  stared at it for days.



"Lucy, if you're in some kind of trouble, tell me. I can help." I looked  at him through the reflection in my mirror. The sincerity in his eyes  made my chest hurt. As much as I wanted to let him save me, I wouldn't.  There'd be a war between the MCs and I wouldn't contribute to the  bloodshed.



"It's fine, Mason." I turned around and placed my hands on his chest. Of  all the guys who walked through my door, he was the first one to ever  ask about anything other than if I would take it up the ass for them.  "I'm fine. Don't worry about me." I meant it, too. I wasn't sure exactly  what all was going on with his club and the Disciples, but if the two  managed to make a truce, there was something big at stake. He didn't'  need to mess it all up for someone like me.



"I'm coming back tomorrow." He slid his hands under my hair, cupping my  face. Drawing me closer, his captured my mouth. A soft, tender kiss  wasn't his style. Each kiss he gave me spoke to his possession of me-  even if it was for only that moment.



"I'm sure you will." I smiled when he released me. He adjusted his cut and looked me over.



"Get in bed." He turned me by my shoulders and gave me a little shove. I  didn't mind his dictate, bed sounded damn good. I slid under the covers  and nestled into my pillows. He sat on the bed beside me, pulling the  blankets up to my chest. "If you were my old lady, I'd never let you  sleep in these cotton nightshirts." He plucked the neckline of my  nightgown. "You'd wear nothing to bed. Hell, I'd probably keep you naked  all day too,"                       
       
           



       



"I don't plan on ever being anyone's old lady, so my nightgowns work  just fine." I grinned up at him. His fingertips left a trail of warmth  as he brushed my hair from my eyes. For a moment, he just stared at me  in silence. Like he wanted to say something but wasn't' sure if he  should or not. In the end, he kissed my forehead.



"Plans change, babe." He muttered as he stood up. "I'm going to get to  the bottom of this Jayson thing with you, and if I don't like what I  find, there's gonna be hell to pay." It sounded like a wonderful  promise, but I knew I could never let it become anything more than just  words.



"Good night, Mason." I closed my eyes. He didn't need to see the defeat  in my expression, and I wanted him gone before I started to cry.



"Night, Lucy." He clicked off my light and then was gone. I heard the  lock click before he shut it, and I sighed with some content. At least,  I'd get a decent night's sleep.





CHAPTER SEVEN





Tick's face scrunched up as the waitress brought us our breakfast. His  plate of scrambled eggs had more liquid on it than the bowl of grits he  ordered on the side. I shook my head and dug into my pancakes.



"What's with you lately, not getting enough tail?" I asked between  bites. He pushed the eggs out of the way and dug into his bacon.



"Plenty. She never wants off this cock." He grinned as a piece of bacon fell out of his mouth.



"Classy." I shook my head.



"Nah. I think I'm gonna make her my old lady. Hell, I might even marry  her, make an honest woman outta her." I tried not to choke on my coffee.



"Marry?"



He eyed me for a minute and took a deep breath. "She's pregnant." A wide  grin split his face and for a second, I thought he would burst.



"Fuck! Really?" I laughed. "A kid?" I grinned back at him. "That's  great." I meant it, too. Just because we walked the tightrope of the  law, didn't mean we didn't want the simpler pursuits of life. Too many  times I caught myself daydreaming about having a woman, pregnant with my  kid and having another rug rat climbing all over me. Dangerous dreams. I  tried to keep that shit to a minimum. I didn't have time for that, I  told myself over and over again. Here Tick was, getting ready to be a  dad and a husband, and damn if I didn't feel a tinge of jealousy in my  chest.



"Yeah," He nodded. He tried to hide it, but I could see the excitement  in his eyes. He'd wanted a family, a stable woman, kids, yard,  everything he never had growing up after his pops ran off with some  waitress.



"Great. It'll be great." I said again as I eyed a pixie-haired beauty  enter the diner. Tick started talking. I watched Lucy enter the  restaurant and head for the counter. She was back in her cotton sundress  and white gym shoes. The woman looked like she belonged in a Sunday  school job, not playing the whore for a bunch of dirty MC members. The  Disciples weren't easy riders either, yet she didn't look as though  she'd been worn out by them. If the tightness of her pussy told him  anything, it was that if she really was a mc whore she didn't mess  around too often.