Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(14)

“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,”