Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(22)

“Not tonight.” I pulled away.



“You’re not pining over that Disciples chick, are you?” Tick raised an eyebrow at me. Fuck. That’s exactly what I was doing. I looked over at the blonde and then pushed away from the bar.



“Let’s go.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward my room. I barely had the door shut before she had her hands on my pants, unbuttoning, and unzipping them.



I managed to get her over to the bed, where I leaned against the mattress and shoved her down to her knees. I wasn’t fucking her, but I’d use her mouth. Some relief would do me good.



She moved down to her knees with practiced skill, licking her lips as she situated herself. I yanked down my jeans far enough for my cock to bounce free. She giggled, grasping my shaft with both hands and began to stroke it. “Fuck, Mason.” She flipped her hair behind her shoulders and began to run her tongue over my shaft.



“Don’t toy with it, just suck it.” I growled and pushed into her mouth. She took me deep with ease. No gasping for air, no surprise in her eyes at the depth I could sink into her throat. Her eyes looked up at me as she bobbed, sucking and licking me, but I felt nothing. I closed mine. Another set of eyes came into my mind. Large. Brown. Soft.



It was her mouth I wanted, her tongue I needed on my cock. I held the chick’s chin down, opening her mouth to allow me to fuck her throat. Lucy wouldn’t take my dick like that, she wasn’t as skilled. But this chick, she could handle anything. And a quick face fuck is what I wanted.



“Mason, Jayson- Oh!” That voice. My eyes flew open, I turned to the door to find Lucy standing there. Her eyes settled on the blonde kneeling in front of me, my dick still between her lips. Lucy’s face reddened with embarrassment then she swept her eyes up to mine.



“Lucy.” I breathed, pulling out of the chick’s mouth.



She squared her shoulders and thrust out her chin. Hurt flashed in her eyes for a split second before it was replaced with a hardened stare. “Sorry. Jayson wants you. I was told to get you.” She glanced back at blondie, who was wiping her chin with her back of her hand. “Uh. I’ll tell them you’ll be out in a minute.”



“Wait.” But she was gone before I could say anything else. The door shut quietly behind her and I could hear her take controlled steps down the hall. “Fuck.”



“Mason-” I pulled my jeans back up and shook my head.



“No. We’re done.”



I looked at the closed door and wondered how fast Lucy would manage to escape the clubhouse and get back home.





CHAPTER TEN



LUCY





The image of Mason’s cock inside that blonde tramp’s mouth wouldn’t get out of my head. Nothing I did worked. I reminding myself over and over again that he wasn’t mine. We didn’t belong to each other. We had no say in each other’s lives. Hell, it's not like Jayson stopped sending members my way, or stopped himself from slipping into bed in the middle of the night.



No logical reasoning could be used to explain why the heavy weight of jealousy dragged me down. Yet, there it was. I had no choice in my situation. I came to terms with the fact that I spread my legs for the MC, but with Mason it had been different.



The last time he’d come over, he’d been so intense. Strung so tight. He didn’t just want a fuck, he needed me, and I was there for him. Of course, it cost me. I couldn’t let Jayson know I didn’t ask for the money, I dug out what little cash I had on hand and handed it over. Now I was paying to fuck Mason- the idea made me laugh when I walked away from Jayson that night. I would have paid twice the amount, it had been so intense.



Of course, I didn't delude myself into thinking Mason and I had anything other than a physical thing going. That would be really stupid. But still. Seeing that girl on him, kneeling where I had knelt only days before- it hurt.



“Hey baby doll,” Jessica knocked on my door. Jessica rarely came to the back rooms, so right away I worried for the worst. She must have seen my concern because she shook her head. “Nothing bad.”



“Good.” I smiled. Of all the people in the club Jessica kept me sane. “What’s up?” I finished the braid in my hair and faced her. She sat on the edge of my bed, legs crossed and put her hands up in the air.



“I’m gonna ask you a question, and know that whatever the answer- I will not go to Jayson.”



I gripped the edge of the dresser that I was leaning on and swallowed. “Okay.”



“Do you have a thing for Mason Day?”



“What?” I scoffed already feeling my cheeks burn. “Why would you think that?”