Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(71)
“Yes, Mason.” She gave me a sultry smile and scooted further down the table toward me. I nearly rolled my eyes with pleasure when she pulled her legs back for me, holding herself open for my cock.
I gripped her waist tightly, fighting the urge to sink into her hard and fast, just taking my fill of her. “Don’t be gentle,” she said, giving me another of her seductive grins. She knew what I wanted, she knew I wanted to pound into her until my body exploded from it, and she wanted to take every bit of it.
Sliding my cock into her, I groaned at the wet heat that surrounded my cock. Her pussy gripped me, she felt so tight. I pulled her legs toward me, draping them over my shoulders, and gripped her waist again. “I’m not going to hold back, baby,” I warned her. Her only response was to lick her bottom lip and nod.
I plunged into her, not stopping until my balls bounced against her ass. She groaned right along with me, but not from discomfort, no, my girl didn’t want gentle, she wanted a claiming. And a claiming she got.
Her clit was more exposed this way, I could see it peaking it out at me, and I wouldn’t deny her another round. Using the pad of my thumb, I rubbed her clit, loving the way her eyes rolled and her chest heaved at my touch.
I loved the way every muscle in her body flexed as I continued to plunge deep into her, and play with her clit. She was nearing her breaking point, and so was I. “Fuck, Mason,” she ground out, staring up at me with rounded eyes, pupils dilated, lips red and swollen from her biting on them.
One hand flew up and grasped my arm as I felt her orgasm take hold. Her pussy contracted, and pulsated around my cock, her scream hung in the air of the kitchen. I couldn’t stop then if there was a gun to my head. My movements became more erratic, more intense.
I pulled her up, bending lower so I could kiss her. She still rode the last of her orgasm as mine took hold. “I’m not waiting anymore,” I growled, and captured her mouth in a deep kiss as my cock exploded inside her. I pushed her legs off my shoulders, pushing her back onto the table and kissing her again. “You’re killing me, Lucy,” I grumbled against her lips.
“You know we eat at that table.” Tick’s voice boomed from the doorway.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
LUCY
It was nearly noon before I woke up the next day. We’d managed to get to the cottage a little after midnight and we were all too tired to do much else other than climb into our beds.
I didn’t like leaving Mason behind, but he refused to come with us. Tick agreed to take us to the cabin and let Mason deal with the storm brewing on his own until we were settled.
“Jayson and Marcus won't find us up here,” Massy said when she caught me staring out the back window of the cabin. The access road cut off a few hundred feet from where I could see. If Jayson or Marcus were going to come at us, I wouldn’t be able to see them until they were at the cabin, and by then it would probably be too late.
“Keep reminding me.” I smiled at her. She held a cup of tea in her hands and blew across it. Morning sickness wiped her out first thing in the morning. I plopped down at the table with her, but kept my eyes on the windows.
“It’s a good thing, you and Mason.” She smiled at me, and I got the feeling that she was giving me more than just an observation. “I’ve known him for a long time, and I’ve never seen him so head over heels for someone before.”
I didn’t know what to make of that. I hadn’t allowed myself to think too far into the future when it came to Mason. All of the chaos surrounding us didn’t give me time to plan a future. But now that he was getting out of the club, making plans to move away from the drama, I had to start deciding what I wanted. Thinking of him not by my side, not holding me while I slept, didn’t feel right—it just felt wrong.
“He may tire of me a bit easier once all the excitement dies down.” I gave a little laugh, uncomfortable. Her eyebrows rose and she shook her head.
“Hell no, this isn’t some tragic love story. I’m telling you that man has it for you as bad as Tick has it for me. There won’t be any getting away from him now.”
“You and Tick been together long?” Change course.
“Little over a year.” She took a tentative sip of her tea.
“He as bossy as Mason?”
She gave a loud laugh. “Those two are the bossiest little bastards I’ve ever met.”
“Such a pretty woman shouldn’t be using such ugly words,” Tick called from the living room. He sat on his phone, fingers flying over the screen, sending out text messages.