Mason: Inked Reapers MC (2 page)

              Money, a good fuck, and a few beers. I couldn’t ask for anything more out of life. I had it all.

CHAPTER TWO

LUCY

              Jayson Sitz was an asshole. President asshole of the Hell’s Disciples and he owned my ass. Literally. Thanks to a harebrained idea of a friend, I found myself in serious debt to the club.  Jayson had told me to be grateful that he was willing to let me work off the money I owed him for the room and board he’d given me over the past two months. 

              “Lucy, beer me!” Lucas slammed his hand on the bar.  I hid my eye roll as I opened the fridge to pull out his usual. Miller Lite.  What self-respecting man drank that and called it a beer? Then again none of the Disciples respected anything.  “Can I get a look?” He waggled his eyebrows at me when I slid his beer toward him.

              “Not now, Lucas.” I caught Jayson’s glare after I spoke and sighed. Saying no wasn't allowed. “Fine.”  I unbuttoned the first three buttons on my blouse and pulled it open, giving him exactly what he wanted. A peek at my breasts.  Lucas never touched, never came to my room at night to help chip away at my debt, he just liked looking. It creeped me out.

              “Fuck you have nice tits, Lucy.” He grinned, keeping his eyes glued to my chest. “You are going to make some asshat a really happy man. You’d make a great old lady.” He tipped his beer in my direction.

              I laughed. No way would I ever be anyone’s old lady. Once I was debt free, I was out of that club, out of that town, and into something that had meaning.  Showing my tits, fucking those idiots, it was just currency.  I wanted more from my life, I deserved more from my life.

              As life lessons went, spending the last few months with the Disciples had been the harshest.  I knew better than to trust anyone, but call it a lapse in judgment. I’d listened to Kerri.  She’d been dating Jayson’s brother and VP, Sting, he promised to make her his old lady.  When Kerri found out I was looking for a place to stay, she offered a room at the MC’s clubhouse.  Sting had said it was fine, Jayson even gave his blessing. Said to make myself at home. At first, everything seemed fine. On the surface, Jayson was pleasant and accommodating. I stayed out of his way as best I could, kept to myself and stayed out of everyone’s way.  I tried to get a job at a bar in town, but Jayson swooped in and insisted I just bartend for him while I was living there.  But then shit changed, like it always does.

              Kerri and Sting broke it off, she found him in the kitchen, his cock buried in some girl's backside.  Sting threw her out when she said she didn’t share. I tried to go with her, she was the only connection I had to the club anyway, and that’s when Jayson’s true colors shined.  I owed him, three months back rent, plus “incidentals”, and unless I was going to pay I needed to work.

              “You know, you could try smiling. It might help.” Lucas glanced at Jayson, who still glared my way.

              “I don’t get why he keeps me here. He looks like he hates me most of the time.” I wiped down the counter and did my best to ignore his presence.

              “Hate is just another form of passion to Jayson.” Lucas continued with his advice. Out of all the members, Lucas had been the nicest.  Not nice enough to get Jayson to let me free, but he never overstepped. Other than the creepy ogling, I felt safe when he was around.

              “Well, I don’t need his passion.” My attention went to the front door of the club as it swung open and three large men sauntered in.  They weren’t Disciple’s. Their cuts were different, and their patches detailed their club. Inked Reapers. 

              Lucas must have seen my concern. “It’s okay, babe. We’re expecting them.” I tried to relax. I should have been used to the tension, the fights and threats, but I was beginning to think I was never going to adjust to it all. 

              He swung around on his stool and went to greet the men.  I recognized one of them as Marcus, he was the president of the Reapers and had been in the club a few times over the past week.  The other two were new.  A tall, bald man with ink around his ears, and a short beard covering his jawline stood as tall as Lucas. But, the man beside him, he was even bigger. He stood a few inches over the other men now huddling around them greeting them with handshakes; Jayson among them. 

              A hard look settled on the taller man. Dark, blue eyes swept the room, stopping on me for a moment.  He raised an eyebrow when I didn’t shirk away, and a deep dimple appeared on his cheek when he grinned. A sadistic grin that sent a shiver through me. Lucas said something that drew his attention and the five of them headed the back room. 

              Jayson glance my way, and I ducked my head down, moving around the bar pretending to be working.  Through the corner of my eye, I watched the menacingly tall man, and he watched me, too. 

              With Jayson tucked away doing business, it was easier for me to breathe.  I finished stocking the bar and wiping down all the tables.  I had only another hour before I could go hide in my room while Jessica finished out the night.  The door rang, signaling Jessica’s arrival and I started to breathe a little easier.  If the meeting went well, she’d be slinging drinks to those guys for a few hours. Hopefully, I’d be fast asleep and my door locked before they started searching out their evening’s entertainment.  Jayson hated that I locked my door, at first, he'd forbidden it. Lucas had stepped in for me, said that without a few hours of sleep a night I’d be useless to them. Jayson called it a bullshit excuse, but, in the end allowed it.  He had a key though, there was no getting around that. But at least, none of the other guys would bother me for a few hours while I slept.

              “Hey, hon.” Jessica tied on her apron and took a seat on a stool. “Anything exciting going on?” She nodded toward the closed door. The door only closed when there was club business being discussed. Since most of the members were either in the lounge drinking or out in the courtyard, it was odd to see it shut.

              “I don’t know.” I plucked up a bottle of water and unscrewed the top. “Some guys from Inked Reapers are here. Lucas and Jayson took them in there.”  Hooting and hollering floated in from the courtyard, as I sipped my water.

“Jansen’s out there showing off his new bike.” Jessica rolled her pretty blues. She’d been gifted with red curly hair that I would have died for. Better than the pixie cut brown hair I sported. “Some custom spoiler or something.”

I gave a laugh. “You’ve been working for these guys for almost two years, I would have

thought you’d have learned a thing or two by now.”  

              “Nah. I’m here for the tips and the protection.”  Jessica’s older brother had been a member of the club before he was killed during a job.  So when her ex-boyfriend decided to start laying into her, the club stepped up for her.  Lucas mostly. He’d taken care of the problem, but it hadn’t fixed everything.  Her ex hadn’t disappeared altogether and every now and then she’d get messed with, at whatever job she managed to land.  Lucas hooked her up at the clubhouse.  Secretly, I think Lucas had a thing for her, but she insisted he was just a good guy. Uh, huh. Considering the company he kept, it wasn’t exactly difficult to be the
good
one.

              “Whatever.” I laughed with an eye roll.  She said something, but I my attention was yanked by the sound of my name. I jerked a look at the end of the bar. Mr. Universe stared back at me with that same smile. I straightened up and put a fist on my hip. “What can I get you?”

              “Lucy, take Mason here back to your room.  Show him a good time.” Jayson walked out of the back room.  I looked from him to Mason. 

              Jessica patted my hand and gave me a sympathetic look before hopping off the stool and rounding the bar.  “Hey, Jayson. Can I get you a drink?”  Jayson nodded but kept his gaze on me, waiting for me to comply.

              “Sure, thing.” I swallowed, dropping the towel on the bar. “My shift’s over,” I gave the big guy a smile, hoping to hell he wasn’t so damn big everywhere.

“You’re shift’s never over,” I heard Jayson growl as I rounded the bar and shimmied up to Mason.  He smelled as good as he looked. Clean, musky. A girl could get lost in those dark eyes of his.  He wrapped his arm around me, hauling me up to his side.

“Where’s your room beautiful?” He had already started walking toward the hall leading to the member’s rooms.

“Just down the hall.” I didn’t try to get out of his grasp, he held on tight and I figured he was playing at some game with Jayson. The fierce expression on Jayson’s face as we turned into the hall was enough to know, he didn’t like what was about to happen any more than I did. But knowing he was pissed about it sent a little thrill through me. 

              I pointed to my door, and he dropped his arm from my shoulders, picking up my hand and heading straight for it.  The heat of his touch tingled over my hand and up my arm. I tried to get a better look at his expression, but he’d moved ahead of me. He pushed through the door and half flung me into the room.  I twirled around to face him.

              Hungry. His eyes reminded me of a man who hadn’t eaten in a very long time, but surely this hot man before me was no starving peasant.  He leaned against the door, folding his arms over his massive chest.  His shirt pushed up his arms showing off more of his ink.  Tribal bands ran down both arms to his elbows, from there several different designs woven together filled in his forearms ending with black cuffs around each wrist.

              His stare unnerved me, the way he seemed to peer into me, trying to read me. I looked away. I wasn’t that easy. “So, what would you like?” I asked, like I was a menu or something. For the tenth time that month I promised myself that doing this didn’t make me a real whore. I wasn’t some low-life street corner hooker. I was a survivor, doing what I needed to survive. I knew what happened to women who crossed the club.

              He eyed me quietly for a minute, then twirled his finger in the air, signaling me to turn around. I did my best not to roll my eyes, and followed his directions, moving my feet and spinning around.  I doubted he could see much in my jeans and blouse. “Take off your clothes.” His low voice commanded. “All of them.” Of course.

              I unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it down my arms, tossing it to the chair beside the desk and moved my hands to my jeans.  I looked up briefly to find him staring at me intently. The hunger hadn’t died down, in fact, it had intensified. With my jeans tossed aside, I reached back and began to unfasten my bra. “Wait.” He put a hand up to still me before taking the few strides needed to get to me.  His large hands rested on my shoulders. “You’d think you’ve never stripped for someone before.”

              “Strip? You told me to take my clothes off. They aren't the same thing.” I tilted my head. “You should be clearer in your instructions, if you are going to give them.”  Irritation flashed in his eyes, and for a moment, I thought about stepping away.

              “You’re right. I should be clearer.” He cupped my chin in his hand, the sensation of his touch speeding up my heartbeat. “I’m going to finish undressing you, then you’re going to slide your pretty self down to your knees, and you're going take my cock in your mouth.”  With the utmost skill, he slid his free hand around me and unclasped my bra. “Keep your eyes on me.” It wasn’t a request. 

              I looked into his dark eyes and wanted desperately to find somewhere else to look. The intensity was too strong to remain there for long. I settled for his chin. A strong chin. He gave a low chuckle, as he pulled my bra from my arms. “I guess I will need to be exact with you. Look at my eyes, don’t look anywhere else. Unless I’m behind you, you keep your eyes on mine. Understand?” He tweaked my nipples making me jump, the short-lived pain jolted through my body.  The heat inside of me grew even when I tried to stamp it down. This man, this man was dangerous.  His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs circling my now taut nipples.  I took a steadying breath. He was unraveling me and we’d barely begun.  “Such pretty tits.” He leaned down then and dragged his hot tongue across them, keeping his eyes on me the whole time.

I tried to ignore the sensation, but the trip wire had been tripped and there was no undoing it.  When he released my breasts and squatted down in front of me, I fought back the moan that bubbled in my chest. His fingers slipped into the waistband of my panties. Suddenly, I wished I’d worn something a little sexier than my usual soft yellow cotton. I didn’t usually care about the undergarments the assholes saw, but this guy was different. He seemed to drink me in.