Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(72)
“See what I mean? Since that man has known me, not once has he said a word about my mouth. He gets me knocked up and thinks he can tell me what to do.”
“I sure as hell can,” he called back. I had to laugh over the exchange. Tick reminded me of Mason in that way.
“Mason said Tick and you were going to be moving away once this is all done?”
“Yeah.” She stood up and stretched. “Tick’s done with the MC, and when I really thought about it, it’s not place to raise a kid. I mean, I was raised in the club, a lot of good it did me.” She jerked her head toward her tattooed man glowering at us from the other room. “Calm down, I’m kidding.” She padded over to him and kissed the top of his bald head.
“I don’t like the idea of leaving you two up here on your own,” he growled, and pulled her down into his lap. I stayed in the dining room, not wanting to interrupt them.
“We’ll be fine. No one knows where we are. Mason needs you down there, and I need some peace and quiet for a little bit. You go, save the world from the big bad Julio, or is it Lucas? I don't even know who the bad guy is anymore. Just finish and get back here for me.”
He kissed her, soft at first, but then he held her face between his hands and kissed her like he owned her. And he did. Just as much as Mason owned me. There was no deciding on a future, we already had one mapped out before us. My place was with Mason. It wasn’t just a little crush I felt.
Seeing Tick take such good care of Massy made me miss Mason. It hadn’t even been a full day since I’d left him, but the longing already crept toward me.
Grabbing my phone from the counter, I went into the back bedroom to give him a call.
“Hey, babe.” He answered on the first ring.
“Hi.” Suddenly, I felt shy. I had no real reason to call him, other than to hear his voice, but I couldn’t tell him that. He’d probably laugh.
“What’s wrong?”
“Uh. Nothing.” I sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard.
“Just missed me?” I didn’t need to be in the room with him to know he had that shit-eating grin of his plastered all over his face.
“Maybe.” I tried to sound casual, couldn’t let him keep thinking he was the cat’s meow. Although, I’d fully admit that he was more like the lion’s roar.
“Yeah. You do. How do you like the cottage?”
“It’s real nice.” Just hearing him breathe through the phone made me want to feel his breath on my skin. Feel his hands on my body, roaming everywhere while he drove me wild. “How long do we need to stay up here?”
“Until Tick and I get the all clear to hightail it out. If we just leave the club without that vote, we’ll be marked. Don’t worry about it, babe. Marcus called a club wide meeting tomorrow afternoon. Tick will be back by then, and we’ll force the vote.”
“They aren’t going to let you go. Not if Lucas and the cartel are a threat.”
“Right now Lucas is a threat to Jayson. Marcus is gearing up for what happens after that. He doesn’t give a shit about Tick and me right now, which is what we want. You just sit tight up there, no going for any nature walks or anything.”
“Yeah, right.” I snorted. Nature walks have never been my thing anyway. “Tick stopped at a store on the way up here. I have a few books to read.”
“Dirty ones?” I could hear the dip in his voice.
“No, I’m a good girl. I don’t read dirty books,” I teased him. Two of the three paperbacks I picked up were romance novels, full of erotic scenes.
“Good girl? Hmm...let’s see how good you are. Are you wearing panties?” My throat constricted at his question. Even from over a hundred miles away he could make me melt.
“Of course I am.” I pretended to admonish him.
“Take them off for me.” His voice lowered. Was he in public?
“Where are you right now?”
“Take them off for me, Lucy, or you won’t get to come for a week.”
I laughed then. “You’re way down there, and I’m way up here. I promise you I can come when I like.”
“If you come without my permission, you’ll feel my hand on your bare ass and there won’t be any loving after it either.” He sounded like he meant business, but I wasn’t sure. Deciding to play it safe, I played along with his game.
“Sheesh.” I laughed and shimmied out of my panties. “Okay, they’re off.”
“Are you wet?” he asked.