Once he was finally done, I jumped up from my seat and stalked out into the lounge. She wasn’t there. Jessica was though and she saw me right away. “Mason.” She called after me as I walked toward the hall. “Mason!” Her voice carried, but I ignored her.
When I got to Lucy’s room, I took a deep breath. Just as I gripped the handle, Jayson called me. “Hey, Mason.” I turned and he stood in the entrance way with two beers in his hands. “Come have a beer. She’s got a customer, you’ll have the second round.” He waved me over with the bottle.
Before I managed to come up with an excuse or to act, the door flew open and the asshole I’d seen before, glared at me. I moved out of his way as he stalked out of the room, eyes wild and his face red with anger. Jayson noticed it, too and asked him what the fuck happened.
“Bitch got her period.” I heard him growl and almost burst out laughing. Jayson did laugh and slapped the guy on the back.
“Not your thing, huh?”
Lucy got up from where she sat on her bed. A knowing smile on her face as she walked to the opened door. She gave me a quick wink and pushed the door closed. If Jayson hadn’t been right there, I would have gone in anyway. But he called me again. There’d be plenty of time to finish our conversation later. And we would be finishing the conversation.
CHAPTER TWELVE
LUCY
Mason and the others had left on some job several days ago. Lucas stayed behind, mostly I think to keep an eye on Jessica. He’d been spending more and more time with her. Taking her home after her shift and bringing her back the next day, but when I tried to ask her about it, she just blushed and changed the subject. I’ve never known her to blush.
Thankfully Jayson stayed away from me when he thought I had my period. The birth control I used, kept me from getting my period, but I didn’t tell them that. It was like a vacation once a month.
Mason’s offer to pay off my debt lingered in the back of my mind. If he did manage to get Jayson to say okay, what would my life be like? I’d go back to his clubhouse? Be their whore instead? I’d just be changing the geography of my prison.
What if Mason meant more than that? What if he mean we could be together? What the fuck did that mean? He already made it clear there would be no power struggle in that relationship. Hell, he made it sound like the decision had been made for me.
Needing to keep my mind occupied, I decided to clean out the storeroom. Between the dust and the unorganized manner those bastards kept things, I’d be busy all afternoon. After I finished stocking the bar, I told Jessica where to find me and headed off in there.
It took almost two hours to get the boxes organized and the trash put to the side. The door to the storeroom opened, as I turned around. I nearly screamed from the surprise of finding someone standing in the doorway, and my heart jumped when I noticed that someone was Mason.
“Didn’t mean to startle you.” He laughed softly and reached out to steady me. I put the box I’d been holding down and wiped my hands on my jeans.
“You’re back.” I stated the obvious.
He took a step toward me, shutting the door behind him. “Yeah, I’m back.” His voice dipped. Another step in my direction. He stalked me. I shuffled backward until I backed into the rack. “Careful.” He reached out and steadied the rack with both hands on either side of me. Trapping me where I was. “Now about our talk.”
“Don’t’ start that again.” I tried to laugh it off. I hadn’t expected to feel so aroused just by seeing him. Just looking at him made me want him. That wasn’t supposed to happen.
“You’ll come back with me to the clubhouse.”
“And be your whore? No.” I shook my head.
I should have expected it, but it still surprised me when he moved his hand and cupped my sex. Even through my jeans, I could feel the heat of his fingers, his palm as he pressed against me. I closed my eyes, determined not to feel anything he did to me. “Mason-”
“Shh. I don’t want you to say anything other than yes sir or thank you sir. Got it?” He began to move his fingers, and I clenched my hands. It felt as though there was no material between his hand and my body, his fingers triggered such a response from me. I opened my eyes and found his staring at me, the blue of his eyes dark. “Do you understand, Lucy?”
He leaned forward, inhaling deeply. “Fuck you smell good. Answer me.”
“Yes.” I nodded, my legs began to wobble, my knees went weak from the delicious torture he continued to apply between my legs.