Mason: Inked Reapers MC (6 page)

CHAPTER EIGHT

LUCY

              Jayson stopped talking to Jessica when I walked into the clubhouse.  His eyes told me his anger hadn’t subsided after our chat earlier.  My arm still hurt from where he squeezed me and shook me as he bellowed into my face.  The stench of liver and onions from his breakfast still lingered in my nostrils.

              “Where the hell were you?” He yelled from the bar.

              “Went to grab some breakfast.” I held up my food container.

              “Yeah. I heard about your little date.” He made his way over to me. Jessica shot me a sympathetic glance from behind him.

              “I wasn't on a date, Jayson. I picked up my breakfast after I ran to the post office for Lucas.” I pulled out the receipt and shoved it at him.

              “I don't want to hear you’re hanging with that Reaper asshole.” He snatched the flimsy paper out of my hand.  “You work here, and if he’s gonna keep stopping by your room, you need to start collecting my fee.”

              As far as I knew, Mason didn’t know there was a fee. He took me for a club whore. Which was worse? I didn’t even know anymore.  “Fine. I’m gonna go eat.” I turned and left him glaring at my back. Fuck him.

              How the hell was I going to tell Mason he had to pay me if he came by again?  I’d never collected the money before. The guys dealt with Jayson. Now I had to give him a quote?  My bed creaked when I sank into it, my breakfast sat cold in its container on my night table. I had no appetite. Everything got shittier with Jayson. He enjoyed making my life hell, and I had no idea why. I hadn’t done anything to him. I’d never even met him until Kerri brought me to the clubhouse.

              It would be easy to blame Kerri for my situation, but she never made me go with her. I should have known not to bother with the club. I remembered enough from high school to know these assholes were bad news. After Mom died, I didn’t have anything. Every penny I had went to her bills and her funeral expenses. The few friends she’d had all jumped ship when she took a turn for the worse. People just can’t stand to watch death take over a person’s life.

Coming back to Spring Valley hadn’t been my first choice, but I knew I’d be able to get some work and find a place to rent that I could afford. I only wanted to crash at Kerri’s for a while, just until I got on my feet. When she mentioned the club, I should have ran.  Hell, when she told me she was dating the VP, I should have ran and taken her with me.

I pulled the nursing brochures out again. Mason had fished them out of the trash and left them on my dresser. Jayson couldn’t stop me from taking a class. Just one, in the mornings, before I needed to tend bar for the men.

              Imagining life outside the club was dangerous, but for the moment, I let myself wander.  Working at a hospital would be nice.  The day shift, so I could go home at night and have dinner with Mason- wait.  No. Mason was just another biker. How’d he get in my daydreams? I needed to push that idea away and quick.  Being with Mason would just be a team change, the game would be the same. And I’m sick of the game.

              The evening shift on a Friday never left me longing for excitement.  The strip club did twice as much business, which meant the girls would be busy out there all night long. Leaving me to deal with the members that didn’t feel like strolling the five hundred feet to the club. Jayson never let the members fuck around with the girls on busy nights. They were for paying customers. 

              “Lucy, a little bird told me you were with Mason yesterday.” Lucas took a long pull of his beer.

              “You need a new bird.” I wiped down a few glasses.  A group of guys racked up the pool balls in the far corner, carrying on about a bet.

              “He’s trouble, Luce.” The big brother tone made me smile.

              “So are you.” I winked and moved on to the next glass.

              “I’m serious. Jayson will have your head-”
              “Lucas, I have no interest in Mason or any other biker. When I’m done here, I’m moving on. Away from this town, this club. So relax okay?”

              “He’s never gonna okay that nursing shit.” He scratched his chin under the beard that was long overdue for a clip.

              “I know.” I nodded. “But maybe you could talk to him?” I leaned over the bar, letting my breasts press against his hand. His eyes went straight for my cleavage and he sighed.

              “One day, I might just visit your room there, little lady.” He threatened. It was the same empty threat he made every time he stepped in for me with Jayson.

              “You’ll do it?”

              “I’ll try.” He sighed. “I’ll tell him we could use someone with medical skills around here.”

              “He’ll hate you for it.” I grinned at him again. Whatever hold Lucas had on Jayson, worked to my benefit. But, I knew there was something there- something that gave Lucas an edge.

              “He can’t hate me.” Lucas slid the empty bottle toward me and stalked off into the back room. Two other guys followed him.  “Beers, Lucy!” Lucas’s voice shook the wall.  Asshole. Just loved to throw his weight around after he got through being sweet with me.

              “You really think Lucas is going to be able to help?” Jessica asked as she tied her apron on.

              “I don't know. But I have to do something. There has to be something after all of this.” I leaned pulled out a few bottles of beer from the cooler.

              “Look. Jayson hates the Inked Reapers. If he thinks you're starting to hook up with the Mason guy- it could be bad for you. Real bad.”

              “I’m not hooking up with anyone. I just want to get through this nightmare and move on.” I cradled the beers in my arms and headed off to the back room.  I could feel her staring at my back. She knew how bad I wanted out of the club, but she also knew how bad Jayson could be about it.

              Lucas sat at the table in the back room with Jayson and a few of the other patched members.  I barely knew their names, and really couldn't have cared less about them. One of them, the guy with piercing through his tongue, I knew him.  He came to my room once in a while. Never wanted to fuck, just wanted me to jerk him off.  I could feel him eyeing me as I handed out the beers to the guys.

              “We can’t let them get through the next month. They have to fuck up.” Jayson slammed his hand on the table just as I placed his beer down. He glared up at me, like it was my fault he almost spilled the bottle. “Get out.” He jerked a thumb toward the door.

              “Gladly.” I mumbled and made my way out. I slowed down as I walked back to the bar, listening to Jayson ramble on about the Reapers.

              “I want their territory. The next run, I want it fucked up, and I want the blame on their doorstep.”

              “Hey, Lucy!” Jessica jerked me back to reality. They just started the alliance with the Reapers, why would fuck with it already?  I’ve never paid any attention to club business before, not my business, not my problem- but Mason would be on the receiving end of that shit storm if Jayson managed to do what he was planning.  Telling Mason could- no- would get me killed. Not telling him could get him killed.  “Hey, where's your head?” Jessica grinned at me as she pushed a few drinks my way. “The guys in the pool room.” 

The door opened as I put the drinks down by the pool table. Before I turned around, I knew what I would be facing.

Mason stood only a few feet from me.  He nodded toward me, then stalked off toward the back. Jessica looked from me to him, then called back to Jayson that he had company.  I busied myself with cleaning off tables and getting more drinks flowing for the dozen guys sitting around the lounge.  Better to keep him away from me, and show Jayson I wanted nothing to do with him.

That lasted all of an hour.  After Jayson was finished with his little meeting he walked Mason over to me, slapping him on the back.  “All yours.” He waved at me as Mason walked back to my room. I shot Jayson a glare who only rubbed his fingers together in response. Collect his fee. Right.

CHAPTER NINE

MASON

              I had every intention of staying away from Lucy for another day, maybe two, but I couldn’t get that woman out of my fucking head.  So when Marcus needed me to run a quick errand over to the Disciples, I didn’t even bother trying to get out of it.  All of this planning could be done over the phone, but Marcus didn’t trust that the FBI or DEA wasn’t’ listening in on our calls. Paranoid fuck.

              When I saw her, cleaning off tables in her short skirt and tank top, I knew there would be no staying away. I wanted her. No fuck that. I needed to get inside that woman and get her the fuck out of my head.  Talking earlier about old ladies, and relationships had messed with me all afternoon. I never saw myself as a long-term kind of guy, yet there we were talking about it as though it had been my plan all along. No. I just needed to fuck myself silly and get her out of my system. 

              When I got into her bedroom, I pulled off my cut and shirt and tossed them on the dresser. She must not have expected to find me already half naked, because when she walked in and saw me, her jaw dropped. “Oh. No foreplay today?” She shut the door and bolted the lock. I wasn’t going to be nice tonight. No way. A hard fuck, that’s what I needed.

              “Get over here and get on your knees.” I pointed to the square of carpeting at my feet. She blinked a few times, then moved to do as I said.

              “Will you spank me if I’m a bad girl?” She teased as she slid to her knees. The tank top she wore did nothing to hide an inch of her tits. Full, round, fucking beautiful. A guy would be happy as shit to drown in a pair of tits like hers.

              I took a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, so she looked up at me. “If you don’t do exactly as I say, you’ll be sorry. Understand?” I wasn’t’ in the mood for any fucking around and I sure as hell wasn’t in the mood for brattiness.

              She stared at me with those big eyes of her and licked her lips.  Her pupils were already dilated and I knew if I reached down I’d find her pussy soaked for me.  “Yes. I understand.” And I could see in her eyes that she did.  I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock. I didn’t need to give her any more instruction.

              Her hot lips wrapped around my shaft and she slid easily down. She wanted to please me, that was evident in the way she took me deeper into her mouth, until she couldn’t go any further. She continued to move down on me, taking me deep and then gasping for air. Between breaths she glanced up at me, gauging my reaction. “Go on. Keeping sucking like a good girl.” I pushed her down on my cock and she opened her mouth wide.  She reminded me of a hungry puppy, waiting to be fed by her owner. And for that moment, I owned her. Every part of her.

              I gripped the back of her head, stilling her, as I drove into her mouth. She coughed at first, gasping for breath, but I didn’t’ relent. “Relax your throat.” I ordered and pushed into her mouth again.  My cock hit the back of her throat and she swallowed. My eyes crossed and pulled back, letting her get a breath before I pushed into her again.  “Take a deep breath.” I pulled out again. She sucked in air, and I pushed forward until my cock hit the back of her throat. I could feel her nose tickling me at the base. She’d taken all of me. “Good Girl.” I growled and let her go, wiping the spit from her chin. “On the bed. And get those clothes off.”

              She didn’t hesitate to obey. Maybe she sensed my urgency or she had an urgency of her own.  I pushed out of my jeans, tossing them onto the pile with my shirt and cut.  I had the condom on my cock before I even got on the bed. “Get on your hands and knees, ass to me.” I ground out, stroking my cock.

              The hesitation was brief, but there was a hesitation. I gave her a hard slap on her thigh to get her moving and she scrambled to get into position then. Leaning forward, she presented her ass to me. No marks from the spanking the day before. If I spanked her now, there’d be plenty of marks. I had to resist the urge. 

              She yelped when I grabbed her mound, pinching her clit. Gathering her juices on my fingers, I rubbed them over her ass. She hissed when my nails dug into her flesh and I dragged them back down to her pussy. “Should I fuck your pussy again? Or maybe your asshole this time?” I tapped the clenched hole with my thumb. She didn’t make a sound, but I saw her shaking her head. “No? Do you get to tell me no, do you think?” I asked, rubbing the forbidden entrance.

              “Please. Mason.” The desperation of her plea told me she'd never been fucked there before. I wasn't in the patient mood, so it would have to wait.

              “If I don’t get to fuck you there, you have to give me something else.” I ran my fingertips over each cheek, digging my nails in when she didn’t respond right away.

              “A spanking?” Barely audible. I laughed.

              “No. I think you want a spanking. You like my hand slapping your ass. Something else.” I slid two fingers into her wet entrance. I heard her swallow, felt the heated passage clench around my fingers. “Answers. You’ll answer my questions after, yes?” I moved my fingers inside, pushing in and pulling out.  Her back arched, her ass pushed higher in the air as she tried to take more of my fingers inside.

              “Yes. Mason.” She nodded.

              “Arch that back,” I gave her a quick slap on her ass. No more hesitation, she arched, pushing her ass even further. I pulled my fingers out and looked at her.  She looked so exposed, so open for me. The lips of her pussy had parted, showing off the glistening pussy that awaited me.

              I moved to my knees, positioned behind her. With my hands gripping her waist, I pressed the head of my cock against her opening. She groaned when I stopped and rubbed her ass more with my hands. “Patience.” I slapped her hip.  Easily I slid into, slowly pushing until I was fully seated inside of her. We both groaned at the same time. Still so fucking tight.

              I rubbed her clit with one hand, startling her at first with my touch, and the other found her nipple, drawing a deep groan from her. “That’s it. Good girl.” I whispered when she started to move her hips and fuck me. “Keep that up. Good.”

              The sounds of slapping flesh filled the room as she moved back against me and I thrust forward to meet her. It was a carnal fucking. No gentleness, no soft touches.  When I pinched her nipple, she bucked against me harder. I nearly came just from her lustful sounds alone. “God, Mason! Please.” She looked over her shoulder at me, and I rubbed her clit even harder. Her eyes rolled back, her lids clenched closed.

              “Come for me, Lucy. Come while I’m fucking you from behind, with my hands pinching you. The pleasure. The pain. You don’ know where one starts and the other begins.” I fucked her harder, pinched her clit with more force. “Come now, Lucy. Now.”

              I increased the pressure on her nipple as she pushed off her hands, leaning back against me as I continued to fuck her.  Her pussy clenched around me, milking me, as she screamed into the room. I released her nipple and clit, sending her into another spiral.  This time, I let her drag me with her. I pressed the flat of my hand to her back, pushing her back onto the bed as I found my release.  My dick pulsated inside of her, the intensity stole my breath. When it finally subsided, I felt empty.

              “Fuck.” I growled as I moved from the bed, leaving her to curl into a ball. I stared at her, at the beautifulness that was this girl.  She looked up at me with those pretty doe eyes of hers, a question on her lips. “Fuck.” I said again and went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. When would I get enough of her?

              I ran water over my face in her bathroom, wiping my face on her towels. Everything smelled like her. Clean and pure. Nothing like me. Fuck! 

              When I got back to her room, she’d redressed. “What are you doing?”

              “I have to finish my shift.” She nodded to the door. “Uh, I need..well…” Her face reddened as she tried to get out a question.

              “What is it, babe?” I pulled her into my arms, pressing her face into my chest. Damn she felt good, even just holding her calmed my nerves.

              She sighed, I felt the tension leave her muscles as she pulled away. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

              “Hey. You owe me answers.” I pointed out as I pulled on my jeans.

              “One. I owe you one.” She ran her fingers through her hair, taking away the freshly fucked look that looked damn hot on her.

              “Okay. One. What’s this hold Jayson has on you?”

              “Ah. Well, how about I give you an answer that will actually benefit you instead?” She grabbed the hem of my shirt as I slid it over my head and pulled it down, smoothing it over my stomach. I raised an eyebrow, but nodded. I’d get my answer out of her soon enough. Whatever she had lurking in her mind, seemed to have some significance. “This little alliance you have with Jayson. Take it at face value. There’s nothing more to it.” She traced the letters on my cut, spelling out Reapers with her fingertip.

              “I figured that already, babe.”  I put a hand over hers, stilling her.

              “You have a run tomorrow?” She looked up at me, a softness filled her eyes. “Be careful. Watch your back.”  A warning?

              “What’s he got planned?”

              She gave a little laugh and pulled away.  “I’ve already said enough to get me killed. Just please, be careful.”  With that, she unlocked her door and pulled it open.

              Not one to be dismissed, I was on her within two strides. I wrapped her hair in my hands and turned her to face me. Her lips were screwed up in a pretty pose of pain mixed with excitement.  I captured those lips, hard. Kissing her until I couldn't breathe anymore.  Neither could she from the look she gave me when I released her. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

              “I hope so.” I heard her say as I walked down the hall to get my guys and get the hell out of there.

              The run went smoothly. Although, Jayson looked more irked when we all returned from the drop point, than he had when I showed up the night before.   Tick stuck close to his guys while we made the delivery, the harder they tried to shake him, the closer he got to them.  Lucy had been right, something was up with them.  I tried bringing her warning to the club, leaving her out of it, but without being able to put any reason behind my worry- I was told in no uncertain terms to drop it.

              Everything began to feel warped and tainted. The club seemed hell bent on making this allegiance work, even when we knew the Disciples would never hold up their end.  We were to expect their betrayal and leap on it as soon as it happened to get their territory- but when I hand them a legitimate concern, it’s squashed.  Tick felt the same way, but his head was wound up in his woman.  I didn’t need that distraction.

              Staying away from Lucy would be good for me, so I did. I stayed away for a week. When information needed to be relayed, I sent Tick or made a quick stop, when I figured she’d be out.  I did see her one morning as she made herself some coffee. I doubted she saw me; I high-tailed my ass out of there before she could.

              I thought keeping her away from me would get her out of my head, but all it did was put her front and center of my mind. Wondering what she was doing all day. Was Jayson giving her a hard time? And what the fuck was she doing there anyway?

“Hey, brother.” Tick slapped me on my back, taking the stool next to me. “What’s wrong with you lately? All these beautiful women around, and you’re sulking at the bar.” He turned and faced the open room. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. The liquor flowed freely, the women were in plentiful demand. 

“Nothing. Just thinking about this deal. It’s like we’ve sold our souls to the cartel.”

“Agh. Don’t think about that shit right now.” He waved a hand out in the air. “Look at that.