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.
“What?” His hand stilled and I groaned.
“Yes, Sir.” I corrected myself and nearly came undone when his hand went back to work, harder now, with more force.
“That’s a good girl.” He leaned toward me further still, the stubble on his chin rubbing against my cheek, as he brought his mouth down to my neck. I tilted my head away, giving him better access. His teeth scratched over my skin just before his tongue licked away the sting. “You missed me.” He breathed in my ear. Tingles shot through me.
I wanted him to kiss me then, to possess me as he had so many times before. Instead, he wound his free hand into my hair, pulling my head back. “Mason.” I breathed, but didn’t know what I wanted to say. Stop? No, that wasn’t it. Please?
“I’m right here.” He spoke softly into my ear. The heat of his breath sending a shiver down my spine. He stopped rubbing me and undid the button on my jeans, slowly lowering my zipper. “You didn't have your period did you?”
I managed to look him the eye, even with my head still pulled back. “No.”
“You didn’t want that guy to touch you. You wanted me.”
Of course, I wanted him! Having someone else touch me, fuck me while Mason was in the club had felt wrong, horrible. “Yes, Sir.” I found myself saying while his hand slid into my jeans, under my panties. His fingers found my clit and I nearly rocketed out of my body.
“So wet.” He chuckled into my ear. Having him so close, being toyed with by him, and made me that way. For him. I wanted him badly. “Do you think I should let you come? Like this? Pinned up against a shelf, my hand in your pants?”
“Yes, Sir.” I tried to nod, but his grip in my hair intensified. Tears built in my eyes from the sting in my scalp.
“I’m not that easy. Not yet.” A tear slid down my cheek from the corner of my eye, he licked it away. “Now.” He slid a finger inside of me. I made a sound. I tried to keep quiet, but when he slipped a second finger in, his palm still rubbing my clit I heard a loud groan fill the space between us. His grin told me how loud I had been. “Shh, you don’t want anyone walking in, do you? With my hand in your pants, my fingers in your wet pussy?”
“N-no, Sir.” I pinched my lips closed, determined not to make another peep. He let go of my hair and slid his hand into my shirt. He pulled the neckline of the tank top down, releasing my breast from the constraining fabric. He dipped his head down and licked my nipple. Looking up at me for a split second, making sure I was watching, he licked me again, this time wrapping his lips around my nipple, drawing it out to a hardened peak.
The soft heat of his tongue circling around my nipple sent electric waves to my clit, intensifying his movements even more. I gasped for breath as I could feel the pressure building, the impending orgasm chasing me down. “Not yet.” He murmured against my breast, teasing me with his teeth, biting and suckling.
“I can’t wait.” I shook my head.
“You better, or you’ll go without for much longer.” He straightened up and watched my face. “Don’t you dare come yet.” The grating of his voice drew me further to my doom. I wasn’t going to last long if he kept staring at me like that. Like his whole world began with me. That nothing else existed at that moment except for the two of us.
“Please.” I pushed my pelvis toward his hand. My legs shook, I needed to feel that release. He slid his arm around my waist, holding me up as he moved his hand quicker, bringing me to the edge. “Please, Sir. Please.” I grabbed his waist, digging my fingers into him.
“Not yet.” He whispered and slid a third finger into me. I yelled out at the fullness, the desire that burned inside of me. “Okay. Now.”
My body, his instrument, followed his dictate and fell into a million pieces as my orgasm shook my body. I gasped for breath that wouldn't come. My hands clenched around his shirt and I threw my head back screaming out as the waves hit me. I didn’t care who could hear.
“Shhh…” He kissed my cheek, slowing the ministrations of his hand and bringing me back to earth. When I could catch my breath, I looked at him. Grinning from ear to ear like a proud boy.
“Oh my god.” My face heated. The entire club must have heard me.
“It’s okay. It’s okay.” He pulled his hand out of my pants and brought his fingers to his mouth licking each finger as though he were delving into a delicious treat.
With shaking fingers I managed to right my clothing, under his gaze. I looked down, at the obvious erection in his pants and began to glide down to my knees. His hands caught me under my arms and pulled me back up.
“No.” He swiped his hand across my brow and kissed me tenderly. “Not today. Today was just for you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You don’t have to.” He shook his head. “Now, about that conversation we never finished.”
“Again?” I rolled my eyes.
“You could go to school, get your nursing degree. Get a job that pays in actual cash. Be free. Why would you say no to that?”
I studied him. He hadn’t shaved since I last saw him, the stubble gave him an even more dangerous look. His blue eyes weren’t playful as they usually were, they were hard and focused on me. If only he’d understand. “Because I would be trading one club for another. Do you really think Jayson won’t go after me, or you, or your club? Why would you want to start a war over me?”
“I protect what’s mine.” He crossed his arms over his chest, taking a stand.
“Maybe I don’t want to be yours.”
“That’s a lie. And lies are punishable.”
“Christ. Mason, you don’t know what you’re asking.”
“If I told you the MC life wasn’t all I wanted, that one day I wanted out, would that change your mind?” If he was trying to throw me off balance, that statement did the trick.
“You don’t want to be a Reaper anymore?”
“I don’t want this forever. I see my president and look at Jayson. Worn down by years of stress and warring. For what? Money? Fuck that. I’d like to go to bed at night and not worry some asshole is gonna try to stick a kni
fe in my back the next day. Besides, things are changing. This alliance is bullshit and both sides know it. The cartel is gonna barrel through and rip us both to shreds, and then what?” I watched his face, wondering if he was making up a story for my benefit.
“Since when?” I eyed him with suspicion.
He raked a hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end in some spots. “I don’t know.” He blew out a breath. “Since you, this deal with the cartel. Tick getting engaged.” Tick? Who was Tick?
“He’s never going to let you pay off the debt.” I spoke more for my benefit than his. I couldn’t entertain the idea of actually doing what he proposed. Jayson would never allow it. “Just asking could start shit between your clubs.”
“Let me worry about that.” He stepped to me, cupping my face in his hands. “I want you to think about this. Really, really think. I can get you out of here. You’d be safe. Able to go to school.”
“And you? If you did leave your club, what would you do?” I doubted MC member looked good on a resume.
“We’ll figure it out together. One step at a time, though.” His eyes moved over my face and he pushed the hair away from my eyes. “Fuck your beautiful.” He kissed me, pressing his lips against mine. He tasted sweet, clean, and I lost myself in him for that moment. The possibilities he laid out seemed real, during that kiss.
When he pulled back and looked down at me, I shook my head. “I don’t know.”
“Think about it, Lucy.” He released me and pushed the door to the room open. I stepped out of the store room and watched him make his way through the lounge. Another man, bald and just as scary looking, stood from a table and followed Mason through the door.
Could I let him try? I didn’t want to put anyone else in danger, and if putting the clubs on opposite sides because of me would hurt anyone, I wouldn’t do it. But I would let myself indulge in the fantasy. For a little while at least. For one night. Imagining what it would be like to be on Mason’s arm. Not his old lady, or his whore, but his girlfriend- wife? He talked like he saw a future outside the club, but would he really be happy? A guy like him didn’t know any other way of life, how would he even begin to fit in regular society? We’d have to move away- he couldn’t stay in the same town as the Reapers and the Disciples would have his throat, too.
“Nice little fantasy he painted for you.” A low voice said from behind me. I turned slowly to find Sting glaring at me. “You really think that asshole will pay what you owe? Or that Jayson would even entertain the idea?” He looked me over, a disgusted curl to his lip as he did so.
“Sting, I don’t know what you are talking about.” I swallowed hard and tried to keep my eyes on him, not show any doubt.
He laughed. A sadistic grating sound. I’d heard it before. The night Kerri told him he could fuck off. “Right. Jayson has plans for you, so I wouldn’t go getting your hopes up about Mason Day saving your ass.” He walked away, heading toward the back office. If Sting was in the club, Jayson was probably sitting in the back room.
Jessica looked at me from behind the bar, a worried set of eyes darting between Sting and I. If he heard as much as he implied, and he told Jayson, I was in for a world of hurt. But what about Mason, would word get back to Mason’s club?
Just when things started to get brighter, a bigger shit storm headed my way.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MASON
Marcus banged his fist on my door bright and early Saturday morning, waking me up. I didn't need to meet the Disciples for a few more hours for the next run. Whatever his problem was, it pissed him off enough for him to nearly rip down my door.
“What’s the deal?” I flung open the door to find his scowling face glaring at my door.
“The deal? The deal is I’m hearing shit I don't like.” His fat hand shoved my chest and barreled into my room.
I ran my hand over my eyes, trying to get my brain to wake up like the rest of my body. “Prez, I don't know what you’re talking about. Can you fill me in?” I grabbed the jeans dangling from my dresser and jammed my legs into them. I had enough on my mind without adding his bullshit to it.
“I’m talking about Hell’s Disciples. I’m hearing shit from Jayson that you’re making goo-goo eyes at one of his girls. His girls, not one of those whores in the back building.” The way he emphasized his statement put me on edge.
“What the fuck does that mean, his girls?”
“His girl—he wants to make her his old lady.” His eyes narrowed, searching my expression.
“If you’re talking about Lucy, she’s not his old lady. He’s basically holding her hostage.” I couldn’t help the growl of my voice. The idea of her being his old lady—shit, his anything—made my stomach turn.
“I don’t give a shit!” The boom of his voice nearly rattled the floor. “This deal with the cartel is worth a fuck of a lot more than some piece of ass you’ve been sticking your dick into.” He pointed a finger at me. “Stay the fuck away from that chick.”
“So, he’d blow this whole truce over a girl?” I narrowed my eyes this time. Jayson never showed her anything other than hatred from what she said, why would he blow everything over her?
“No. He’d show that we are blowing the deal with the cartel and then we’d lose everything. Do you get it? This club can’t survive a war with those Mexicans.” The stench of his morning cigar wafted over to me with his tirade. It was too damn early for this shit. I noticed his bloodshot eyes, and the loose spit resting on his beard. I’d seen him pissed before, but this was more. Worried. He looked rattled and concerned. Like everything was about to implode, and he couldn’t stop it. “Just stay the fuck away from her. Got it?”
“Yeah, Marcus. I got it.” I lifted my hands into the air. With the condition he was in, there would be no reasoning with him anyway. I’d have to find another way to see Lucy. Because not seeing Lucy wasn’t an option.
“Good.” He jammed his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath. “This cartel shit is giving me heartburn.” He ran hand over his chest. “Bernardo wants a sit down. To go over the runs and how they’re being handled. He’ll be here this afternoon. Jayson and his VP will be here. Since you’re running the show on our end, I want your ass in the room, too.”
“You got it.” I nodded.
“I don’t trust those fucking Disciples.” He ran his hand through his hair again. “This shit about his girl—it’s just smoke up my ass. That man hasn’t ever given a fuck about anyone for longer than thirty seconds. He just doesn’t want Reaper dick in Disciple pussy.” He gave a little laugh at that notion. “Just keep it in your pants when you’re at their club. You fuck the girls here.” He gave my chest a little shove with his finger on his way to the door. “Or I’ll have Tick cut that shit off.”
After the door slammed closed behind him I let out my breath and unclenched my fists. Lucy. If Marcus was barging in on me to bitch me out about her, what had Jayson done to her? She had to get the fuck out of that clubhouse. Even if it meant running away; I could take care of her. Although after seeing Marcus’ reaction just then, the clubhouse might not be the safest place to hide her.
My door flung open and in walked Tick, wearing a smirk that would normally make me laugh, but that morning I wasn’t in the mood.
“What? Don’t know how to knock?” I finished pulling my cut on and got my boots.
“What the fuck for? The only chick you’re interested in lately lives in the next town over. In the wrong club house.” He lit a smoke and jumped on my bed, leaning back against the headboard.
“I’m not in the mood.” I plucked the cigarette from his lips and took a healthy drag. “Marcus was just in here. You have anything to do with that?”
“Right. Cuz I’m all about the club politics.” Tick liked everything about being a MC member, the money, the danger play, the chicks, but politics? He’d rather saw off his own dick. “What’d he want anyway?”
I handed back the smoke. “Tell me to keep away fro
m Lucy.”
“Really? He’s made that his business?” He shook his head, slow and sad.
“Says Jayson called him up.”
“Jayson called?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I guess some conversations are safe for the cells. Like my sex life.” I handed him back the smoke after taking another drag.
“I guess you’ll keep it in your pants, then, right?” He gave me a knowing look. I shoved him back on the bed when he tried to get up, then left him laughing alone while I walked out.
***
The room had a stale cigarette stench that turned my stomach almost as much as looking across the table at Jayson and Bernardo. Marcus drummed his fingers on the table, glaring at Tick, who looked damn confused at the moment.
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