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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

 

LUCY

 

 

 

 

 

              It was nearly noon before I woke up the next day. We’d managed to get to the cottage a little after midnight and we were all too tired to do much else other than climb into our beds.

 

              I didn’t like leaving Mason behind, but he refused to come with us. Tick agreed to take us to the cabin and let Mason deal with the storm brewing on his own until we were settled.

 

              “Jayson and Marcus won't find us up here,” Massy said when she caught me staring out the back window of the cabin. The access road cut off a few hundred feet from where I could see. If Jayson or Marcus were going to come at us, I wouldn’t be able to see them until they were at the cabin, and by then it would probably be too late.

 

              “Keep reminding me.” I smiled at her. She held a cup of tea in her hands and blew across it. Morning sickness wiped her out first thing in the morning. I plopped down at the table with her, but kept my eyes on the windows.

 

              “It’s a good thing, you and Mason.” She smiled at me, and I got the feeling that she was giving me more than just an observation. “I’ve known him for a long time, and I’ve never seen him so head over heels for someone before.”

 

              I didn’t know what to make of that. I hadn’t allowed myself to think too far into the future when it came to Mason. All of the chaos surrounding us didn’t give me time to plan a future. But now that he was getting out of the club, making plans to move away from the drama, I had to start deciding what I wanted. Thinking of him not by my side, not holding me while I slept, didn’t feel right—it just felt wrong.

 

              “He may tire of me a bit easier once all the excitement dies down.” I gave a little laugh, uncomfortable. Her eyebrows rose and she shook her head.

 

              “Hell no, this isn’t some tragic love story. I’m telling you that man has it for you as bad as Tick has it for me. There won’t be any getting away from him now.”

 

              “You and Tick been together long?” Change course.

 

              “Little over a year.” She took a tentative sip of her tea.

 

              “He as bossy as Mason?”

 

              She gave a loud laugh. “Those two are the bossiest little bastards I’ve ever met.”

 

              “Such a pretty woman shouldn’t be using such ugly words,” Tick called from the living room. He sat on his phone, fingers flying over the screen, sending out text messages.

 

              “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.

 

              “Yes.” I breathed into the phone. I had been since the moment he picked up the call. Just his voice could do that to me.

 

              “When I tell you to, I want you to slide your fingers in and out of your pussy. Play with yourself, just like I would. Can you do that for me, baby?” His husky voice could get me to do almost anything.

 

              “Yes, Mason.” I spread my legs wide on the bed, my knees bent.              

 

              “Mmmhmm…you are a good girl. Now, I want you to touch yourself, your clit, your tits, everywhere that gets your skin humming.”

 

              I reached under my t-shirt, finding my nipple I pinched it lightly. Imagining it was his fingers on me.

 

              “What are you doing, Lucy. Tell me.”

 

              “I’m touching my breasts. Pinching my nipple.”

 

              “Do it harder, love. Hard like I would.”

 

              I gritted my teeth and did what he said, only releasing my fingers when I heard my own gasp. “Ahh, that was nice. Do it again, the other breast.” I slid over to my other breast, the nipple already hard from arousal as I took between my fingers. The electric heat of my own fingers shot through me, straight down to my clit. “Such a good girl. I wish I was there so I could reward you. I’d lick that pretty pussy of yours until you were screaming my name.”

 

              “Mason,” I breathed out, unsure of what I was asking for, but knowing he’d only give me what I needed.

 

              “Now touch your clit. Spread your lips and roll your clit between your fingers.”

 

              “Yes, Mason.” I did as he said, feeling my fingers grasping my own clit and rolling it. I wasn’t a prude before, I’d played with myself plenty of lonely nights, but it was different with him controlling the moment. Letting him guide me to my pleasure enhanced the act. Obeying him enhanced everything.

 

              “Good girl, keep going. I want to hear you bring yourself to the edge. But don’t come, and don’t finger yourself until I tell you.”
              I spread my knees further, lifting my skirt out of the way as I slid my hand further down my slit, toying with the forbidden entrance. How did he know how empty I would feel there just by denying me. I moaned as I pressed my fingers over my clit, rubbing it harder, in circles. I lifted my hips up, increasing the friction between my touch and my wanting body.

 

              “There you go, baby, I can hear you breathing hard. Concentrate on getting that pussy nice and wet.” How could mere words get my body to react so strongly? I would bet that if I stopped touching myself, he could talk me into an orgasm. But I wasn’t in the mood to experiment just yet.

 

              “Mason, I’m close, so close.” I gave my nipple another pinch, pinning the phone between my ear and shoulder.

 

              “Not yet, baby, not yet.”

 

              I wanted to curse at him, but I knew better. Instead, I moved my hand faster between my legs, rubbing harder. My only reward was being drawn closer to an orgasm he still withheld.

 

              “Do you remember what I said earlier, about your fingers?”

 

              “Yes.” I remembered, but anything more than a single word answer at that point would be useless. My mind fought against my body as my clit swelled, and begged for release.

 

              “Tell me.”

 

              “Agh. I…”

 

              “Tell me and you’ll get your orgasm.”

 

              “You want me to slide my fingers in my pussy, like you do.” That hadn’t been as hard as I thought. The right motivation could get mountains moved.

 

              “That’s right, good girl. Do it now. Slide two fingers into that wet pussy of yours.”

 

              I drove two fingers into my slick heat and moaned with the pleasure of it. “God, Mason. I’m so wet!”

 

              “I’m sure you are. Now don’t stop, keep sliding them in and out of you. Fuck yourself good for me, baby.”

 

              “I have to come, Mason. I have to.” If he said no, I’d die, I was sure of it. My body would explode from the frustration building inside of me. Didn’t he know how hot this little game of his was?

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