Mason: Inked Reapers MC

by West, Heather

  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.

  “What, Lucy? What do you want?” I spoke over her pussy, letting my breath warm her skin more than it already was. “Do you want this?” I swiped my tongue up her pussy, flicking her clit and then pulling back.

  “Aggh. Mason.” Her voice was ragged. I didn’t even try to suppress my grin.

  “Yeah? That’s what you wanted? Tell me, Lucy. Tell me what you want.”

  “Please, Mason. More.”

  I took her clit in my mouth and suckled the little nub. She gasped, her thighs tightening, but I wasn't finished with her just yet. She tasted wonderful, like something out of a memory, something that couldn’t be described.

  Releasing her clit, I circled her entrance with two fingers, continuing to lick and nip at her. My teeth dug into her thigh as I pushed my fingers inside. She was soaked. Her juices ran down my fingers, and her muscles clung to me as I began to fuck her with my fingers.

  “Mason.”

  “Not yet, babe.” I slid my fingers from her and stood back up, unzipping and pulling down my jeans. She watched me with hungry eyes, a plea resting on her lips. After managing to get the condom over my cock, I poised it at her entrance. “Lift your leg, babe.” I pulled her left leg up, hooking it over my waist, and slowly eased into her. Her eyes closed, and she put her head back. I didn’t force her to look at me, I let her have her moment as I pushed into her, filling her wet cunt with my cock.

  She opened her eyes, tilted her chin down, and locked gazes with me. An intense shiver hit me at the sight of her beautiful brown eyes, and I pressed my lips to hers, pressing her against the wall of the bathroom. I plowed into her, slowly pulling back then driving into her again and again, while our lips locked, our tongues explored. Sugar. She tasted like sugar.

  “Fuck. This is never going to be enough.” I swore when I pulled back. “Hands, I want them on me, Lucy.” She nodded, and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me toward her. A growl filled the room, but I couldn’t tell if it came from her or me, and I didn’t really care. I only cared about her, that moment of possessing her. I reached between us, grazing her clit with my thumb, and she cried out. “Shhh, careful now.” I kissed her again. “Can you be quiet for me? Can you come on my cock, but keep that scream of yours in?” Her eyes widened but she nodded. “I know you can. You’re a good girl for me, come now, Lucy. Come.”

  The pad of my thumb circled her clit around and around, then pushed directly downward. Her fingers dug into my ass, I could feel her nails biting me as I drove into her again and again. Harder and faster, my hands on her hips holding her still while I fucked her so hard my own orgasm ripped through me. True to her word, she remained quiet. She muffled her cry by keeping her mouth closed and burying her face in my neck. I was not as quiet. I slammed my hand against the wall as the last pulsations of my orgasm faded. “Agh. Fuck.”

  Our heavy breathing the only sound between us as we both slowly faded back to reality. I pulled her away from the wall and held her against my chest. I couldn’t look at her yet. I didn’t want to see her soft eyes looking up at me with worry over what was going to happen when we opened that door and walked out. I couldn’t keep her safe. Not yet. Not with the way things stood at that moment, and I didn't want to see the fear I couldn’t wipe away.

  She was mine. The revelation had come to me days ago, but not until that moment, holding her, feeling her heart racing against my chest, did I realize what that exactly meant. She wasn’t mine for the moment, she was mine forever.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  LUCY

  Mason watched me rebutton my dress through the mirror. I pretended not to notice, but his eyes on me always left my skin feeling tingly. Running my hands through my hair, I looked him in the eye.

  “I can’t see you anymore,” I announced. He spun around and faced me. His jaw tense, eyes narrowed.

  “That’s not the solution.” He shook his head.

  “Just for a little while,” I assured him. He needed to understand. “Mason. He killed Kerri. She died because she walked out on Sting. Imagine what he’ll do when I say no to him.” I stepped to him, resting my hands on his chest. I could feel the tension there, the stiffness in his muscles, the irritation seeping through his skin.

  “I won’t let him hurt you.” He sounded like a rabid animal, the way he growled his response.

  “You won’t be able to stop him, and keep the clubs from going to war. Finish this thing you have going. When you’re ready, when I'm ready, we’ll leave. Put all this bullshit behind us.”

  “And in the meantime? I’m supposed to just let you go fuck him?”

  I winced at his words. That’s exactly what I was telling him he had to do. “If I’m his old lady, he won’t let anyone else touch me.” I rationalized the irrational. I moved my hand to his cheek, running my thumb over his bottom lip, just as he had done to me so many times already. How this man had left my life off-kilter. “If he goes through with his threat, everyone will be at my door.”

  “I can protect you.”

  “I know. But right now I need you to protect us both. Maybe I can get him to let me get a real job, so I can stow away some cash. When the time comes, when it’s safe, we’ll be okay.” I kept my voice as flat as I could, trying to hide the fear and sadness boiling in my chest.

  He grasped my wrists with his hands, and pulled them to his mouth. His lips were warm against my palms. “You don’t take any risks. You just stay under his radar as best you can.” The authority returned to his voice. “And you find a way to meet me. Every Saturday morning, here.”

  I shook my head. “He’ll notice. What if he sends someone to follow me?”

  “Here,” he said again.

  “In the bathroom?” I wanted to laugh. How romantic our relationship had turned!

  He nodded. “You got a phone?”

  “Yeah, he gave me one. He checks it constantly. And I don’t have it with me.” In my haste to get inside I'd left my purse in the car.

  “That’s okay. Give me the number.” He pulled out his own phone from his back pocket and I rattled off the number for him as he entered it into the phone. “I’ll shoot you a text this afternoon—just make my contact name something else. A girlfriend maybe. Someone you may have met at the diner?”

  “I can try.”

  He pulled my chin up, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “Don’t try. Just do.” He softened his command with a warm smile. Every muscle in my body relaxed when he smiled at me like that. Like there wasn’t anything to worry about. He would handle it all. There was no cartel to worry about, no Jayson to hide from, everything just had hope attached to it. But reality was reality, and losing
myself in his eyes and his protection couldn’t be the only thing to count on. I had to do my part.

  “Jayson’s going to start coming to my room, Mason.” I pulled away from him. “What happens then?”

  “I want to tell you to deny him, but I’m not that stupid. He won’t take no for an answer. Right now, we deal with the shit we’ve been given. But soon, soon you’ll be free of him. I promise. And never again will you have anyone other than me between those delicious thighs.”

  I snorted and rolled my eyes before reaching for the door. He didn’t get it yet. He didn’t fully understand that I had turned into a whore. I was no better than the girls in the back building, giving blow jobs for a few dollars. I may have been given a room in the main house, but that didn’t make me any less like them. Mason would wise up to that one day and he’d toss me aside.

  “Sting is probably still out there.” I changed the direction of his thoughts. I could see the desire building up in him again. The man was insatiable.

  “I’ll go out first. You hang back here.” He gave me one more kiss. A tender, sweet kiss on my forehead, and then he was gone. I leaned my back against the door, trying to wipe away the memory of his touch. I had to forget it, I had to. This couldn’t go on. Someone was going to get killed if we kept it up.

  After a few minutes there was a soft knock on the door. “Hey, Lucy.” Sting’s voice didn’t sound angry. “Lucy, you in there?”

  I looked around for another escape, but the tiny window was too high up and too small to be of any help.

  “Yeah.” I finally answered, unsure of what to do next and not having many options.

  “You okay? The waitress said you’ve been in there awhile.”

  I turned the water on in the sink and washed my hands. “I’m coming.”

  When I pulled the door open Sting stood in front of the door, looking at me with a mixture of annoyance and concern. “You okay?”

  “What? Yeah. That coffee just hit me too hard this morning. I should have eaten first.” I tried to walk past him but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him.

  “I saw those Reapers in here. They talk to you?” His grip bit into my skin, pinching the tender spot under my arm.

  “Who? No one talked to me, Sting.” I wanted to look around the restaurant, to see if Mason was still there, but I couldn’t feel him.

  “Good. You stay away from those pricks.” He pointed his fat finger in my face, inches from my nose. What had Kerri seen in him? Spit pooled in my mouth, begging to be hurled at his face, but I resisted the urge. We may have been in public but that wouldn’t stop Sting.

  “I got that message already from your big brother.” I yanked my arm out of his grip and headed toward the door.

  “Didn’t you order breakfast?” he called after me. I ignored him and kept walking.

  He followed me the entire drive back to the compound.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  MASON

  Massy was chattering away at the kitchen table in their new house. Something about buying a new dishwasher or something. I wasn’t listening anymore. My mind was on Lucy and wondering how the hell to get us both out of the fucking mess we were in.

  I had to remind myself more than once that barging into the complex and just taking her out of there would only result in more bloodshed and wouldn’t get us the happy ending she deserved. Tick lit another cigarette and blew the cloud of smoke into my face.

  “You even here, man?”

  Massy stopped talking and focused on me. “Yeah, Mason. What’s the deal? You’ve been in lala land the last few times I’ve seen you. What gives?”

  “It’s that chick again.” Tick shook his head. “He’s got the hots for a Disciple chick.”

  “She’s not a Disciple,” I ground out, slamming my hand down on the table.

  “Okay. Okay.” He shook his head. “He’s got it bad for her. I’ve never seen him like this. This guy used to stick his dick in any pussy that could tolerate his hard ass, now he won’t even talk to the whores at the clubhouse.”

  “Really?” Massy looked at me with that knowing look. The one chicks got when they thought they had you pegged for keeper material.

  “I don't’ want to talk about this. I thought you were making us dinner, woman?” I waved my hand at the empty table.

  “Yeah, it’s in the oven.” She waved at hand in the air. “If this girl’s with the Disciples, I can’t imagine Marcus is good with this.”

  “Good with it? He hates it. Fucking told Mason here that he is to stay away from her. You know what this blockhead does?” Tick scratched his smooth head while he continued to shake it. “This asshole goes and fucks her in the bathroom at the diner.”

  “I didn’t say I fucked her,” I interjected.

  “You didn’t have to. I saw that look on your face when you came out, and then I saw her as she got in her car a bit later. That girl was well fucked, and it sure as hell wasn't Sting.”

  “So what are you going to do, Mason?” Massy stopped laughing. “Is she worth getting kicked out of the club?”

  “Out is the goal, but no, getting booted isn’t going to help.” I rubbed the back of my neck. All of this plotting and planning was starting to wear me down. Massy gave Tick a worried glance then stood from the table.

  “Maybe I can talk to her, or Marcus. I’ve known him since we were kids. He dated my older sister for a little while, maybe—”

  “No.” Tick gave her a pointed look. “You stay the fuck away from Marcus and all of this. I’ve already told you, I don’t want you at the clubhouse anymore. Not until this is all over with.”

  “You’re being an overprotective ass,” she shot back at him, but I could see she didn’t hold much heat behind the words. Her eyes were getting that glassy look Lucy started to get when I started giving orders.

  “That might be so, but it’s your ass I’m protecting. You listen to me on this, Massy.” He stepped around the table and pulled her to look at him. “Don't you dare do anything dangerous or stupid. You stay out of this, got it?”

  “Yeah.” She nodded, but I knew that look too.

  So did Tick. “If you step so much as one toenail in the clubhouse, I swear you won’t sit for a week.”

  “I’m pregnant,” she huffed. Neither of them seemed to mind I was in the room. Then again, we’d been family for so damn long, it wouldn’t surprise me if he carried through with his threat right there.

  “Your ass can still take a beating.” He made his point with a pinch to her well rounded backside. She only shook her head and let out a loud sigh.

  “Whatever.” With an exaggerated eye roll she turned and went back to her cooking. As tough as Massy always presented herself, when it came to Tick she softened like warm butter.

  “She goads me too easily.” Tick laughed as he watched her walk away. “I think the idea of us getting out of the club scares her, but she won’t talk straight about it. Always curves this way or that.”

  “She’s never known anything but the club, Tick,” I pointed out. Her mother had been an old lady to a member, and her sister was married to one. They moved out of state, transferred to a smaller charter up north.

  “I know.” He ran his hand over his head again.

  “This domestication of yours.” I waved my hand in the air. “It works for you? You like it?”

  He studied me for a long minute, like he was searching for something. “Remember when we were kids and we’d see the other kids with their dads? We’d play that game, trying to make up a dad for us?”

  “Yeah.” I nodded. “It was a stupid game for stupid kids,” I added. That time was a world away from where we were. Neither of us knew our dads and it took a long while before I wised up that I never would.

  “Nah. It was two kids trying to fill up this hole our assholes dads left when they walked out.” I didn’t say anything to that. He wasn’t wrong. “I don’t want my kid to ever sit on a porch step trying to remember what I looked like, or try to rep
lace me with some imaginary father.”

  The image of Lucy swollen with my baby inside her belly hit me, nearly knocking the breath out of me. Her dark pixie hair pinned back away from her face, wearing one of those summer dresses she likes, and her hands rubbing her belly. My baby. My girl.

  “You don’t have to leave the club, Tick. You can have Massy and the baby with the club’s support.”

  “Fuck that. “ He snorted. “I’m not gonna risk my ass for no cartel bitch. That deal is going to get us killed. Look at Jasper. We still haven’t found him, and tell me you don’t think those fucking Disciples put a bullet in his head the minute he wanted to phone back to us.”