“He said it was either his old lady or the club’s Mama.” She said the words but I could see she didn’t fully understand them. Being the club’s Mama meant she belonged to all of them. Every member owned her and would do what they wanted with her. She’d service them any way they wanted.
“Then we go to Jayson, and I’ll pay what you owe. You come back to my club and be my old lady until I can get the funds together to retire from the club. I’ve been with them long enough; as long as I leave in good standing we won't have any problems.” She was already shaking her head at me. I wanted to bend her over the sink and spank her disagreeable ass, then sink my dick so fast into her she screamed my name. It’d been forever since I touched her.
“No. Doing that would only cause trouble between the two clubs, and I doubt you’d get your good standing badge if you did that.”
I wanted to laugh over her terminology. This woman had no business in a MC clubhouse. She was right though. Marcus made it fucking clear I was to steer clear of her. But how the fuck was I supposed to do that now? It was bad enough when Jayson had toyed with the idea of making her an old lady, but that he’d proposed it? Threatened to turn her into the club’s maid and whore if she didn’t…it was different now.
Before I could stop myself, but not that I would have, I grabbed her chin and captured her mouth under mine. Her lips trembled beneath my touch. When the kiss broke, and I looked down into her eyes, I was surprised to find her staring up at me with such sadness.
“What is it? I promise you, he won’t touch you.” I pushed her hair from her face, letting my fingers drag across her skin and down her neck.
“You can’t stop him. I can’t either.” There it was again. Sadness. For the moment she was right. My chest ached at the tension there, the helpless sensation of wanting to save and protect her, and being powerless to do it. It wouldn’t just mean being kicked from the club, it could mean our lives. Her life, my life—fuck, if Jayson was as crazed as he seemed, my mom could be in trouble, too.
“Right now, let’s look at right now.” I kissed her again, her lips, her cheeks. “Just this minute. We’ll figure out the rest later.”
Her hands pressed against my chest. “Sting is out there.” The reminder did not stifle the erection pressing against my zipper. Every second I was with Lucy was a second too long without touching her. I needed her, and right now, she needed me. I grasped her hands, pulling them up to my lips and pressing a kiss to both wrists.
“Put these behind your back, and don’t let me see them again. Understood?” I moved her hands behind her and waited for her nod before I let go. “Good.” I kissed her collarbone, a kiss, a nip, a lick, making my way down to where little sundress we buttoned. “Fuck, I love these cotton dresses of yours.” I unbuttoned each button, kissing my way down. Pushing the fabric aside, I freed one breast. “Fuck.” I grinned at her while I lightly flicked her nipple with the tip of my tongue. I heard her hiss, felt her body tighten. Again I flicked, then bit, a little more pressure and she rewarded me with that delicious moan of hers. “Careful, not too loud,” I playfully chastised her as I moved over to the other breast. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, toying with the peak with my tongue and sucking hard.
She kept her moan low, but I still heard it, felt the vibration from it in her chest. “Fuck, your tits are gorgeous.” I licked her chin, catching her off guard while I continued to massage both breasts with my hands. “If we weren’t here, I’d stripe them.” Her eyes widened with that promise, and my cock pushed harder against the zipper of my jeans. “Would you like that? If I took my crop to your tits?”
“Yes, Mason.” She licked her bottom lip, her eyes watching as I kissed my way down her stomach, unbuttoning the last button and flipping the material to the side.
“Such pretty panties.” I kissed her mound, right above where her clit was. The lacy purple panties did nothing to contain the scent of her arousal. Hooking one finger inside them, I dragged the material to the side, exposing her wet pussy for me. “Fuck. So pretty.” I growled. Her hands dug into my hair and for a moment I thought she was going to try and push me away, but she spread her legs further apart, giving me even better access. “Hands, Lucy. Don't make me tell you again.” Her fingers eased out my hair and she retook her position.
I softly ran two fingertips over her folds, watching her hips press toward me, searching out my fingers to graze her clit. I wouldn’t. Not yet. Not until I was ready. “Mason.” Her thighs tensed as I dragged my nails down her labia then pulled them apart, exposing her beautiful, swollen clit.