Mason: Inked Reapers MC (22 page)

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

LUCY

              Biking down the highway, my arms wrapped around Mason, was the calmest moment I had in months. I snuggled closer to him as he revved the engine and picked up speed, and I’m pretty sure he did it on purpose whenever my arms started to slack around his middle. The man needed my touch almost as much as I needed his.

              The decision to leave my car behind at the cabin had, of course, been his. I liked my little rust bucket, and I argued that he could fix it up for me if he thought it was such a death trap. In the end, he shook his head and told me to get on his goddamn bike if I knew what was good for me. I knew what was good for me, the bossy man pretending to glare at me from his motorcycle.

              As much as he blustered, I knew he’d never lay a hand on me. Not in any way that didn’t make my insides melt. I let him have his way on the car thing; as much as I liked it, he was right. The thing barely made it up to the cabin. Besides, when he strapped my helmet on under my chin he did promise to come back for it later.

              Taking an exit from the highway, Mason moved his hand from the handlebars and placed it on my thigh. I squeezed him even tighter, and I heard him laugh. “It’s okay, babe. Almost there.” He called back to me over his shoulder. “And I can handle this baby with no hands.”
              “I believe you,” I quickly said into his ear before he got any bright ideas in that department. I still wasn’t used to being on the back of a bike, and empty country road or not, I had no interest in any parlor tricks while I was on it.

              Twenty minutes later we pulled into the drive of a small ranch house. The screen door needed fixing, but other than that everything looked pristine. The flowers in the beds along the side of the house bloomed with confidence, and the fresh cut grass smell still lingered in the air. I took a deep breath when I climbed off the bike. It had been such a long time since anything felt close to a home, and this place smelled every bit of one.

              Tick bounded out the front door before Mason stepped foot on the porch. “Hey.” He jerked his head to the side and Mason followed him around the house.

“Lucy, go on inside. Massy’s in the kitchen.” Mason peeked out from the corner of the house.

I found Massy sitting at the kitchen table holding a rag. She stared out the back window at the small yard, not making a sound.

“Hey, there.” I tried to sound pleasant, like we weren’t both worried and stressed out about what the men outside were talking about. When she turned to look at me, I gasped. A large gash ran down the side of her face. I noticed then the rag had blood on it. The wound had stopped bleeding for the most part, but the skin was still raw and jagged at the edges. Her eyes filled with tears.

“Did Tick do this?” I demanded, taking the rag from her and moving to the other side of her chair in order to get another look.

“No. Of course not. He’s still standing, isn’t he?” She tried to grin, but the movement must have hurt because she ended up cursing. “Jayson was here,” she said through her hiss when I dotted the blood away from her cheek.

“Jayson did this?” I whispered, sinking into a chair and letting the weight of that hit me. Jayson was looking for me, and he knew I’d be with Mason. It only stood to reason he’d check Tick’s house. Who else would know where Mason ran off to, if not his best friend. “You need stitches.” I focused on the moment; I could let my guilt take me over later. The cut was ragged, but could still be stitched up. Jayson may not have let me go to school for nursing, but he couldn’t stop me from reading all the books I could get from the library, or watching every reality show involving emergency care.

“He came looking for Tick, but he wasn’t home. He’d gone to get me eggs. We didn’t have any and I wanted some scrambled for breakfast. He didn't believe me that Tick wasn’t here, and the screen door was locked. He punched through the screen and shoved me away.”

“Jayson’s an asshole. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” The tears built in my eyes.

“It’s not your fault.” Tick walked over to Massy and squatted down in front of her. “Plans have changed, baby. I’m going to take you two up north, after we get this looked at.”

“It’s already started to heal, Tick,” I spoke up, earning myself a glare from him. “If you wait much longer they won’t be able to stitch it properly. She needs to go now.”

“Take her.” Mason nodded. “We’ll wait here.”

Tick looked at his wife, the love and care showing clearly in his entire expression. His brow wrinkled with worry, while the rest of his body tensed with the immense anger he felt at his woman being hurt. And it was all my fault.

“Maybe it would be best if I just went up north alone,” I whispered.

“No.” Mason kept his anger at my comment from reaching his voice, but I could see it in his eyes. “Don’t suggest it again.”

“Jayson did this because of me.” I pointed at Massy.

“Hon, this ain't your fault. This is his doing, not yours.”

“He was here looking for me.” I wanted to sink lower in my chair, let it swallow me whole.

“Jayson was looking for Tick, not you.”

“If I hadn’t run, he wouldn’t have come here.”

“Maybe not. But if you had stayed, he wouldn’t have stopped at only this on you.” She touched the ragged cut on her cheek. “The man is out for blood. He’s crazed. He kept muttering something about Julio. He’s either coming or he’s already here. I couldn’t make it out while he was talking to himself.”

“Still—”

“I don’t want to hear another fucking word about you going on alone. Do you get me?” Mason didn’t move toward me, he just stood at the other end of the room. The anger radiated off him. Tick shook his head.

“Massy, get your purse. Let’s get to the doc and get you patched up.” He stood up and helped her from her chair. She still wore normal clothes, shorts and a tank top, but the little baby bump had started to peak through. “Then I’m going to fucking kill Jayson.”

“You’ll have to get in line,” I muttered as they made their way from the kitchen.

Mason stood glowering at me until the front door closed. Then he pounced. “What part of no more running confused you?” He nearly shouted. Two months ago, having him towering over me with such angry eyes would have made me nervous. But I was tired. Tire of running. Tired of being scared.

“It’s not running when you know where I am. I didn’t say I was going to run away. I said it might be best if I was not with you guys right now. Jayson’s lost it.”

“Yeah, and not just about you. His being here had more to do with the shit I was telling you about with the cartel than about you. If he finds you, that will be a bonus, but he’s tracking down anyone who might be able to join him and go against the cartel when they get here. Word’s out about Julio helping Lucas take over the Disciples. It’s only a matter of time before they go over to Marcus and take him out, too.”

              “Wouldn’t your VP be next to take over your club?” The MC life still confused the hell out of me, so many rules and rituals—I couldn’t keep them all straight.

              “If the Reapers don’t agree to band together with the Disciples, they’ll just be wiped out.”

              “Why would they do that?” I sounded ignorant, even to myself.

              “Because they can.” He shrugged.

              “Mason, where’s your leather?”

              He took Massy’s seat and pulled me into his lap. “It’s where it belongs,” he said, wiping a strand of hair from my face.

              “What the hell does that mean?” I swatted his hand away. Playing with my hair distracted me, and I wouldn’t let him go there, not yet.

              “It means, I left it behind. I’m getting out, and leaving it at the club at the table signifies my intentions.”

              “Your president is just going to let you walk?”

              “We aren’t some street gang.” He let out a little chuckle, but I could tell it still wasn’t as easy as all that. “I left the cut behind to let him know I’m getting out. Now I just wait for the next club vote to get voted out with creds or with blood.”

              “Oh that sounds reassuring.” I rolled my eyes, earning me a pinch to my hip.

              “It just means that the rest of the club will vote if I leave with good standing or if I leave with no credibility—I’d have remove some of my ink, never claim the club as brothers anymore, that sort of thing.”

              “Does any of that matter with this Julio guy coming up here to tear everything apart?”

              “Probably not.” He kissed my shoulder, pulling the neckline of my dress to the side and kissed my collar bone.

              “Tick and Massy could walk back in—” I tried to shove his hands away when he started to unbutton my dress, but he wouldn’t be deterred.             

              “It will take at least an hour, and that’s if the clinic is empty. Now stop getting in my way. I want to see those tits.” He finished unbuttoning my dress, pushing the thin material to side. “I haven’t touched you in at least three hours.” A slow wink had me grinning. He stared at my breasts for a moment, looking contemplative. Cupping both breasts in his hands, he thumbed my nipples, bringing them to full attention. “Your body knows who it belongs to. It responds to my touch so easily.” I couldn’t argue with that, if the man said jump I’d probably be powerless to stop my body from obeying.

              “Don’t go getting too cocky, biker boy,” I teased. A piercing pain shot through my nipples as he pinched them hard for my comment. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” I hissed and he released me, replacing his fingers with his mouth. He rolled my nipples with his tongue, and sucked with gentle tugs on each of my now engorged breasts.

              With almost no effort, he hoisted me off his lap and onto the kitchen table. “Lean back.” He stood from his chair and hovered over me. My dress completely open, giving him access to my entire body, I obeyed him. My body couldn’t stop from wanting him, from needing every touch he gave.

              He looked down at my panties and then back up at me. Before I could scoot out of his range, or protest, he reached down and tore them from my body.

              I gasped. “That was my last clean pair.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

MASON

              I held what was left of her panties in my hand. “We’ll buy you more,” I promised, and tucked the tattered material into my pocket. God she was fucking beautiful. Her full, heavy breasts rose and fell with anticipation, her nipples still wet from my tongue.

              I shoved her thighs open, letting me get a better view. She leaned back a bit further, planting her feet on the table and opening to me even more. Her pussy already glistened with desire. “Such a good girl for me today.” I grinned down at her.

              She nodded and braced herself on her elbows so she could still see me when I moved lower. I spread her wet folds apart and gently teased her with my tongue. Her pussy was wet, dripping with her need for me. The scent of her arousal was nearly intoxicating, but still nothing compared to her taste. I could get lost in her forever.

              I buried my tongue into her slit, savoring her moans as I pushed my tongue further into her. My own body responded to her as easily as hers. I told her over and over that her body belonged to me, but the truth of it was she owned me just as much.

              “I could do this all day,” I murmured against her pussy, kissing her folds and licking her slit. I moved my tongue to flick at her clit, and she arched her back, shoving her pussy closer to my face. I didn’t want to tease her anymore. I wanted her to come, hard. I wanted her to lose control and scream out my name.

              “Mason,” she said, not yet loud enough. Her hands dove into my hair, and she nearly sat up when my tongue began to circle her clit with more force, and my fingers sank into her pussy. I licked faster, pumped my fingers faster. “Fuck.” She breathed faster. Her entire body tightened, she was so close. I groaned, and buried myself further into her pussy. Pushing her over that edge I knew she wanted to go over.

              “Come for me, Lucy.” I looked up to see her mouth agape, her eyes wild. So close, so damn close. Taking her clit between my teeth, I stroked it fast with my tongue. It was just what she needed. Her hands gripped my hair. Her pussy clenched my fingers, spasming as her powerful orgasm burst through her. Her hot juices spilled out. I drank it all up, like a man who needed nourishment or would die.

              Gentling my strokes, I let her lay back on the table. A few moments later, her breath finally slowed and I removed my fingers, giving her clit one last kiss before I stood up again. “I’m going to fuck you senseless now,” I promised her, unzipping my jeans and pulling out my cock. It was so hard, just touching it nearly did me in.

              “Yes, Mason.” She gave me a sultry smile and scooted further down the table toward me. I nearly rolled my eyes with pleasure when she pulled her legs back for me, holding herself open for my cock.

              I gripped her waist tightly, fighting the urge to sink into her hard and fast, just taking my fill of her. “Don’t be gentle,” she said, giving me another of her seductive grins. She knew what I wanted, she knew I wanted to pound into her until my body exploded from it, and she wanted to take every bit of it.

              Sliding my cock into her, I groaned at the wet heat that surrounded my cock. Her pussy gripped me, she felt so tight. I pulled her legs toward me, draping them over my shoulders, and gripped her waist again. “I’m not going to hold back, baby,” I warned her. Her only response was to lick her bottom lip and nod.

              I plunged into her, not stopping until my balls bounced against her ass. She groaned right along with me, but not from discomfort, no, my girl didn’t want gentle, she wanted a claiming. And a claiming she got.

              Her clit was more exposed this way, I could see it peaking it out at me, and I wouldn’t deny her another round. Using the pad of my thumb, I rubbed her clit, loving the way her eyes rolled and her chest heaved at my touch.

              I loved the way every muscle in her body flexed as I continued to plunge deep into her, and play with her clit. She was nearing her breaking point, and so was I. “Fuck, Mason,” she ground out, staring up at me with rounded eyes, pupils dilated, lips red and swollen from her biting on them.

              One hand flew up and grasped my arm as I felt her orgasm take hold. Her pussy contracted, and pulsated around my cock, her scream hung in the air of the kitchen. I couldn’t stop then if there was a gun to my head. My movements became more erratic, more intense.

              I pulled her up, bending lower so I could kiss her. She still rode the last of her orgasm as mine took hold. “I’m not waiting anymore,” I growled, and captured her mouth in a deep kiss as my cock exploded inside her. I pushed her legs off my shoulders, pushing her back onto the table and kissing her again. “You’re killing me, Lucy,” I grumbled against her lips.

              “You know we eat at that table.” Tick’s voice boomed from the doorway.