Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(63)

It occurred me that I could run. If I sprinted, I might make it out the back door. But then what? I’d be stuck in the woods, and I doubted he would just shrug, accept defeat and get back on his bike. And exactly what was I running from? I’d been thinking of nothing but him for the past two days, and there he was. All flesh and bone. Stepping onto the porch. Raising his fist to pound on the door.



“Lucy, open this door.” He dropped his fist to his side, foregoing the polite knock and going straight for the yelling. I leaned back against the wall, debating. “Now.” I swallowed hard. “You’re in enough trouble.”



Thrusting my chin up, and rolling my shoulders back, I made my way to the door. He could sense fear, and it would only play into his hands. I needed to stay strong.



I opened the door, ready to lay into him about bellowing in the woods, but seeing him smiling at me, with his eyebrow raised in the way it was, I faltered. “Hi,” I managed.



“Uh-huh.” He pulled the screen door open. Any resistance I’d planned to give melted away when he walked past me, brushing against me as he entered the cabin.



I watched him as he inspected the open living/dining room. He kept his eyebrow raised the entire time he looked around. “Mason.” I closed the door and turned to him. “I know—”

“You don’t know anything.” His smile dropped.



“Look, I’m sorry—”



“Not yet, but you will be.” He nodded. “This place isn’t half bad.” He walked through the kitchen door and back again. “Clean.”



“Of course it is.” I rolled my eyes, immediately regretting the action when his brow furrowed even deeper.



He plopped down in the rocking chair, which creaked under his weight, and threw his feet up onto the coffee table. A few clumps of dirt fell onto the floor. “Now,” he folded his hands behind his head, like he had no worries in the world, “tell me what it was I told you before I left.”



“Mason.” I took a step toward him, but the chill in his gaze stopped me. I took a shaky breath. “You told me to hold tight.” The image of Jayson’s cock bobbing before me wiped away any remorse I felt and replaced it with anger. “You left me with Jayson. You left me to suck his dick, to get fucked by him when he wanted. You just left me there.” I pointed my finger at him. I heard the tremor in my voice, but I kept going. “You didn't even tell me where you were going, or when you’d be back. Just hold tight, you said. Well, fuck that!” I picked up a pillow from the couch and hurled it at him. It hit him in the chest, but he didn’t move. Not at first.



I froze, not sure really what to do, what to expect. Then he was almost on top of me before I got my legs to get going. I dashed under his arm and down the short hallway to the bedroom. I didn’t get any sort of lead on him though, with his long legs I only had a step on him. I tried to shut the bedroom door, but his arm blocked it. I yelped, and darted to the far corner of the room.



He strutted in, swinging the door shut behind him. The grin should have tipped me off, but I never read signals all that well. Especially when it came to men. He took one step, then another, stalking toward me. I looked to the bed, thinking to jump over it and bolt from the room. He held up one finger and shook it side to side. “I really wouldn’t do that.”



“You deserved it!” I yelled at him, and charged. If I couldn’t get around him, I’d just go through him. Even if he had a good hundred pounds on me, all muscle. He easily caught me under my arms, lifting me from the ground and tossing me face down onto the bed. Before I could register the movement, he was on top of me, pressing me into the mattress.



The more I struggled the harder he pressed. He pulled my arms behind me, grasping both in one of his man paws. “Fuck!” I yelled, and kicked out my legs. It made no difference, he had me pinned.



“Settle down, Lucy.” He didn’t sound strained, or even winded. He scooted back to sit on my legs, letting his upper body cover mine as he bent over to whisper to me. “Settle down now. You had your say.” His voice reminded me of a warm breeze on a spring day, soothing, comfortable.



I rested my forehead on the bed and took a deep breath. Tears sprung to my eyes, but I squeezed them shut, hoping to keep them caged up. Like most things over the past few months, I had no say, and the tears slipped out anyway. Deep sobs rattled my chest and I simply gave in. Mason was back. He’d come for me.



When I finally calmed, his hands smoothed over my hair. He had moved off of me and sat beside me now, petting me. I rolled over to my side, to get better look at him. “There you are.” He smiled down at me. His fingers were rough as they wiped away the tears on my cheeks. I sniffled and closed my eyes again.