Mason: Inked Reapers MC

by West, Heather

  “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.

  “I’m sorry I threw the pillow at you,” I whispered, throwing my arm over my eyes. I couldn’t look at him yet, not full on.

  “I know.” He ran the back of his hand down my arm. “I’m sorry, too. I never should have left you with Jayson. No matter what, I should have taken your ass away from him and hid you away myself.” I looked up at him, studying him more closely, the anger had dissipated. He slid his hand along my jaw, cupping my face before he brought his lips down on me.

  It felt like an eternity since I last had him so close to me, but everything righted itself once the warmth of his lips touched mine. I felt nothing other than his hands on me, soothing me, feeling me. He carried a faint scent of pine from his ride through the woods. Shifting his position, his leg draped over both of mine, keeping me trapped as he deepened the kiss. One hand pulled the hem of my dress up over my hips, until he could feel my panties.

  He broke off the kiss while his fingers hooked into the elastic of my panties and pulled the thin material away from my now slick pussy. “You still have a punishment coming to you.” His eyes sparkled when he made his decision. “But I don’t think a spanking will do.” He kissed the tip of my nose. One finger circled my clit, around and around he moved his finger, barely touching the swollen nub. I tried to arch up, to get the relief I so desperately needed. “Nope.” He shifted his weight again, pinning my hips down.

  “Please. Mason.” I didn’t want to play games, I needed his touch. I needed him to take the ache of him being gone away. To make me forget Jayson’s grimy touch.

  “I know what you need, baby.” His lips trailed down my jaw, down my neck, to the buttons of my dress. Skilled fingers never left me, they continued to torment and tease, making my pussy drip with want. He managed to unbutton the dress with one hand and slip the clasp open between my breasts, freeing them from the cups. He took one nipple between his teeth, gently at first, holding it while his tongue flicked across it.

  “Mason.” I tugged at his cut. A sharp pain shot through my nipple at the same time he finally pressed down on my clit. Sensations flooded me, mixing perfectly together, pain and pleasure. I gasped, opened my eyes and tried to cry out, but nothing escaped me. Mason released my nipple, dragging his tongue across the now sensitive bud, and grinning when I moaned beneath him.

  “Fuck, you’re wet.” He nuzzled my breast while his finger slid lower, then back up again, toying with me. Finally his finger poised at my entrance, one knuckle then a second. Another finger.

  “Please!” I bent my legs, planting my feet to help me leverage my hips up.

  “Bad girl.” He laughed and removed his hand. Before I could argue, or even pout at the empty feeling he left behind, he flipped me over on to my stomach. The skirt of my dress flew up, and he began spanking me with an open palm. Again and again the flat of his hand landed on the curve of my ass, striking it only to move lower onto my thighs. I tried to wiggle away, but his forearm held me down. “Bad girls get spankings,” he chided, but I could hear the levity in his voice.

  After a dozen swats, he stopped, rubbing my heated ass with the hand. Gripping my flesh, squeezing it until I moaned. The spanking ignited a deeper lust in me, and I pulled my knees up, pushing my ass out toward him. “No more games.” I looked over my shoulder.

  He moved to kneel behind me, using both hands to roam over my ass. “No. No more games.” He winked, then one hand disappeared beneath me. I felt the tip of his finger brush against my clit and my eyes rolled again. I wanted to punch the pillow, to scream at him to stop the torment, but I knew it would only make him take that much more of his time.

  I didn’t hear his pants unbuckled or unzip, but his cock pressing against my entrance told me he had. Gripping the bed, I braced myself for the first thrust, the wonderful power of his him plowing into me. He had other plans.

  The swollen head of his cock rubbed up and down my slit, pushing against my pussy, but never entering it. He stroked my clit still, with a gentle touch that began to drive me out of my mind with need. “Mason,” I ground out, but he only chuckled in response.

  “See, you still haven’t learned patience.” He pinched my clit then moved his hand, leaving it still wanting and now alone.

  Both hands pulled my ass cheeks apart, leaving my body completely exposed to him. Only a month ago, I would have felt my face flush with fire at the idea of him seeing my ass and pussy open to him, now, all I could think about was him filling me with his cock.

  “Do you want me to fuck you slow?” The tremor in his voice betrayed him. He had as much trouble as I did with slow and gentle. He wanted it rough, fast, hard. But I had disobeyed him. I had made him search for me. I had ignored him. I needed to earn it.

  “I want you, Mason. I just want you.” I whispered. His expression softened, but the determination to make me say it didn’t falter. “I want you to fuck me hard.” I hit the right target, his grin nearly lit up the room.

  “Such a filthy mouth.” He winked at me, then looked down to where our bodies were touching. In a heartbeat, he penetrated me, leaving me breathless from the long awaited fullness. He sunk all the way in, until his balls pushed against my ass. My cheeks were still spread wide with his hands; he’s able to go in further this way, I think. I felt so wonderfully stretched.r />
  “Fuck, I forgot how tight you were,” he growled, leaning over me and pulling my hair to get me to look back at him. The movement sucked him in even further; how much farther could he go before he split me in two? “I need to move, baby. Are you ready?”

  He held still, letting me adjust to his size, but I wanted him to move, too. I nodded. “Yes, Mason. Yes. It feels too good to stop.”

  “Missed me, did you?” he said, and slowly started moving again. Withdrawing almost all the way out before pushing back in, agonizingly slow in his thrusts. How much more torture was he going to dish out?

  “Yes. So much.” Tears pricked my eyes. It wasn’t the physical pain of lusting after him, or his cock slowly stretching me, it was the idea that I almost threw him away. He didn't have to come after me, he could have said to hell with me and left me up in the cabin. He didn’t though. He came for me. He didn’t let me run. He didn’t let me go. “I’m sorry, Mason. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you where I was. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you enough.”

  His eyes lit up with my words. Letting go of my ass he reached over and wiped the tear that slipped out of my control and down my cheek. “There it is, that’s what I needed.”

  Small thrusts at first, Mason took me. Gripping my waist he allowed me a few inches of his cock before pulling back, letting me get used to him in that position. He thrusted in steady strokes, sliding in and out, making me feel every inch of him.

  Everything he gave me, I had no choice but to accept. He controlled the moment, and taking his time, not giving me the hard fucking I want so badly, was his way of making sure I understood that. “Who does this body belong to, Lucy?” He trailed his fingertips down my spine before grabbing onto my ass cheek.

  “You, Mason.”

  The next moment, he pulled out, nearly to the tip, then drove full force into me, nearly knocking me off my knees and flat onto my face. His fingers tightened around my waist, for a second I worried about bruising, but then he moved again and my mind reeled with the sensation of his dick stroking me so deep and hard.

  I wanted to face him, to stare at his face while he took me so forcefully, but he had other ideas. He reached beneath me, again finding my clit. “So, slippery,” he murmured against my neck before sinking his teeth into me. I gasped at the sharpness of it, but another hot rush of sensations ran to my very core. He bit me again, sucking my skin into his mouth while he continued to plow hard into me.

  I wiggled beneath him, all of the sensations at one time overwhelming my mind. The pressure building in my body increased with each lick, bite and stroke he gave me. “Oh, god!” I screamed out, looking back at him. “Please. I have to come. I’m going to come.”

  “Go ahead, baby. Come all over my cock,” he growled in my ear, the heat of his breath on my skin adding to the other layers of sensations. Mason groaned as my entire body shook with my orgasm exploding. My pussy spasmed around his dick, but he didn’t stop moving, he fucked me even harder, driving out every last bit of my orgasm. My throat tightened, my chest heaved, I needed to scream, to help relieve the pressure in some other way, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. The intense waves of my orgasm rushed over me a second time when he shifted his hips and rubbed my clit harder and faster. I couldn’t take in air, I couldn't scream, my body was at his mercy, coming hard around his cock.

  “That’s a good girl.” He kissed my neck, where he had surely left teeth marks only moments before. “Ride it down, baby.” He slowed his thrusts, but didn’t stop until my muscles relaxed, completely spent from riding the orgasm.

  “I can’t hold back anymore,” he whispered, still making small movements.

  My mind cleared and I nodded. “Then don’t.” It was all he needed. I heard his breath hitch as he quickened his pace, increased his thrusts. Again his fingers dug into my flesh as he pulled my ass toward him and thrust forward. The animalistic fucking was even harder than before, the sound of flesh slapping flesh bounced off the walls of the small bedroom. A thin layer of sweat began to build on my back. My pussy tightened, I could feel another orgasm building, but he was too close to his end.

  “Fuck!” He pushed all the way into me, his balls hitting my clit. His entire body shuddered, and I knew he’d been whisked away in his own release. He leaned forward, resting his head on my back.

  Several minutes later, he still breathed heavy on my back, and I tried to catch my own. “When I found out you left town, I never felt so worried.” With a grunt, he slid out of me and rolled to my side. I moved to mine as well, and pushed up on my elbow so I could look at him better.

  “I didn’t mean to worry you. I thought I was doing what was best, for us both.” I scooted down on the bed, and rested my head on his chest. His shirt was still on, but no leather. “Where’s your vest?” I leaned back up to ask him. I realized then he hadn’t been wearing it when he got off his bike either.

  “My cut? I didn’t bring it.” He pulled me back down to his chest. “Don’t distract me.” He gave me a playful swat to my hip. “Jayson is looking for you. If I was able to find you, he will, too. We need to leave this place, go further north or east.”

  “What about Tick?”

  “There’s been some shit going on that he’ll need to stick around for a bit to see through. He wants us to take Massy with us, though, get her to safer ground. Then, once the shit storm passes, we’ll figure something out.” He touched my face with his finger.

  “What about your mother? He threatened your mom.”

  “Mom’s fine. I called her this morning. She and Tick’s ma go on a small vacation every year, they left yesterday.” He pulled me closer, holding my face in his hands. His face changed, his eyes grew serious. “Promise me you won’t run again. No more hiding. Say it. Promise me.”

  How could I ever think to run away from him again?

  “I promise, Mason. No more running.”

  “That’s my girl.” He pulled me down, kissing me hard. “Now. What do you have for food in this place?”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  MASON

  I watched her sleep from the doorway of the bedroom. The morning sunlight already began to creep into the room, almost shining right on her. After staying up most of the night reinstituting who owned that luscious body of hers, she needed more rest. I wanted to get on the road, put more distance between us and the MCs, but it could wait another hour.

  Finding her had been like finding the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. I knew where she was, Jessica had given me the address and directions, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think I’d get to her before Jayson. He may have had someone tailing her who would have easily been able to follow her all the way to the cabin. The woman had no sense when it came to surviving within the MC world.

  Seeing that rusted car sitting in front of the cabin had eased some of the ache in my chest, but when she peeked out from the curtains, the little look of shock in her face had finally put to rest my worst fear that I’d be finding her bloody body in the cabin. The woman brought out my protective side in the strongest way. Maybe because she’d been so selfless taking care of her mom all those years. Maybe because when she looked at me with those large brown eyes, I wanted to be sure they never looked at me with sadness or worry again.

  I’d never felt much for any girls I’d ever been with. No strings, that’s how I liked my women. Being with Lucy changed something about that. Made all that fucking and leaving seem so meaningless and wasteful. Fighting against the feelings she stirred up in me wasn’t working. Having left my cut behind, a symbol that I was on my way out, proved that. Never would I have thought to leave my MC, even with Marcus being such an asshole. But Lucy didn’t belong there, it wasn’t her world, and I didn’t want it to be. She had such a pure warmth to her, I wouldn’t be the one to tarnish that.

  I knew she ran off because she didn’t want me to give up the life for her, she thought I wouldn’t want to, that I’d be miserable outside the club. Two months ago, that might have been true. But
with her in my life, anywhere would be home. As long as I had her in my life, in my bed, everything would be fine.

  Leaving her to rest a bit longer, I went out on the front porch to give Tick a call.

  “You find her?”

  “No hello?” I laughed.

  “Marcus has been banging on everyone’s door, searching you out, and Jayson’s doing the same lookin’ for her.”

  “Marcus made it pretty clear he’d be happy to see my ass walking out the door.” I kicked some dirt from the porch.

  “Yeah, well. This shit with Julio and Bernardo is getting fucking messy. Lucas came by the diner last night while I was out with Massy. He’s taking over for Jayson.”

  A rebellion in the Disciples? “How’s that gonna go?”

  “Fuck if I know. He just told me that once Julio buries his brother, he’s heading up here. He doesn’t give a shit about Marcus, he wants Lucas to run things. If Marcus won’t play along with that, then Marcus will be out, too.”