Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(19)

“Gladly.” I mumbled and made my way out. I slowed down as I walked back to the bar, listening to Jayson ramble on about the Reapers.



“I want their territory. The next run, I want it fucked up, and I want the blame on their doorstep.”



“Hey, Lucy!” Jessica jerked me back to reality. They just started the alliance with the Reapers, why would fuck with it already? I’ve never paid any attention to club business before, not my business, not my problem- but Mason would be on the receiving end of that shit storm if Jayson managed to do what he was planning. Telling Mason could- no- would get me killed. Not telling him could get him killed. “Hey, where's your head?” Jessica grinned at me as she pushed a few drinks my way. “The guys in the pool room.”



The door opened as I put the drinks down by the pool table. Before I turned around, I knew what I would be facing.



Mason stood only a few feet from me. He nodded toward me, then stalked off toward the back. Jessica looked from me to him, then called back to Jayson that he had company. I busied myself with cleaning off tables and getting more drinks flowing for the dozen guys sitting around the lounge. Better to keep him away from me, and show Jayson I wanted nothing to do with him.



That lasted all of an hour. After Jayson was finished with his little meeting he walked Mason over to me, slapping him on the back. “All yours.” He waved at me as Mason walked back to my room. I shot Jayson a glare who only rubbed his fingers together in response. Collect his fee. Right.





CHAPTER NINE



MASON





I had every intention of staying away from Lucy for another day, maybe two, but I couldn’t get that woman out of my fucking head. So when Marcus needed me to run a quick errand over to the Disciples, I didn’t even bother trying to get out of it. All of this planning could be done over the phone, but Marcus didn’t trust that the FBI or DEA wasn’t’ listening in on our calls. Paranoid fuck.



When I saw her, cleaning off tables in her short skirt and tank top, I knew there would be no staying away. I wanted her. No fuck that. I needed to get inside that woman and get her the fuck out of my head. Talking earlier about old ladies, and relationships had messed with me all afternoon. I never saw myself as a long-term kind of guy, yet there we were talking about it as though it had been my plan all along. No. I just needed to fuck myself silly and get her out of my system.



When I got into her bedroom, I pulled off my cut and shirt and tossed them on the dresser. She must not have expected to find me already half naked, because when she walked in and saw me, her jaw dropped. “Oh. No foreplay today?” She shut the door and bolted the lock. I wasn’t going to be nice tonight. No way. A hard fuck, that’s what I needed.



“Get over here and get on your knees.” I pointed to the square of carpeting at my feet. She blinked a few times, then moved to do as I said.



“Will you spank me if I’m a bad girl?” She teased as she slid to her knees. The tank top she wore did nothing to hide an inch of her tits. Full, round, fucking beautiful. A guy would be happy as shit to drown in a pair of tits like hers.



I took a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, so she looked up at me. “If you don’t do exactly as I say, you’ll be sorry. Understand?” I wasn’t’ in the mood for any fucking around and I sure as hell wasn’t in the mood for brattiness.



She stared at me with those big eyes of her and licked her lips. Her pupils were already dilated and I knew if I reached down I’d find her pussy soaked for me. “Yes. I understand.” And I could see in her eyes that she did. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock. I didn’t need to give her any more instruction.



Her hot lips wrapped around my shaft and she slid easily down. She wanted to please me, that was evident in the way she took me deeper into her mouth, until she couldn’t go any further. She continued to move down on me, taking me deep and then gasping for air. Between breaths she glanced up at me, gauging my reaction. “Go on. Keeping sucking like a good girl.” I pushed her down on my cock and she opened her mouth wide. She reminded me of a hungry puppy, waiting to be fed by her owner. And for that moment, I owned her. Every part of her.



I gripped the back of her head, stilling her, as I drove into her mouth. She coughed at first, gasping for breath, but I didn’t’ relent. “Relax your throat.” I ordered and pushed into her mouth again. My cock hit the back of her throat and she swallowed. My eyes crossed and pulled back, letting her get a breath before I pushed into her again. “Take a deep breath.” I pulled out again. She sucked in air, and I pushed forward until my cock hit the back of her throat. I could feel her nose tickling me at the base. She’d taken all of me. “Good Girl.” I growled and let her go, wiping the spit from her chin. “On the bed. And get those clothes off.”