Mason: Inked Reapers MC (48 page)

Chapter 67

“Are you ready to come back inside?” Jasper snapped his head around in the direction of his trainer who had just emerged through the glass sliding doors at the entrance to the gym. Looking back across the car park, Jasper could make out the golden swish of Kait’s ponytail as she disappeared from view.

“Everything okay?” His trainer asked in his perky American accent. Jasper sighed wearily and kept gazing out across the car park.

“Did I say too much back there?” His trainer asked, concerned.

“No,” Jasper stood up slowly and smoothed down his gym shorts. “You said just enough.”

“So what now? Are we getting back to it? There are some weights in there with your name on them.” His trainer was gesturing back towards the polished interior of the gym. Jasper could smell the scent of sweat and determination filtering out through the open doors. He could so easily just walk back inside and resume his daily grind of training. But Kait had just been there. He glanced at the spot she’d suddenly vacated as though spooked by some unseen specter. It was the second time she’d approached him at the gym. She sure had guts. Not many women would take on their man on his own turf like that.

“As much as I enjoy standing around doing nothing all day, I need to know the plan,” Jasper’s trainer quipped from nearby.

Jasper’s gaze flitted between the glass doors bordering the entrance to the gym and the long stretch of car park over which Kait had sprinted away, presumably heading back to her apartment.

“Earth to Jasper.” His trainer clicked his fingers to get his attention. “I need a decision, Duboix. I don’t get paid to watch you stare at butterflies all day.”

Jasper’s stomach knotted with indecision.

“So are we going back inside or what?” His trainer demanded impatiently.

Chapter 68

Kait wasn’t sure she’d ever felt so embarrassed in her entire life. What was she doing? She’d cornered Jasper for a second time at his gym and for what? To humiliate herself? Her cheeks were still burning as she hurriedly jogged back towards her apartment. She just wanted to be alone. Things were obviously well and truly over between them.

She was panting as she ran up the stairs, but she didn’t care. She needed to get behind the locked door and seal herself off from the world. Once inside, she leaned against her front door and slowly dropped to the ground. She was shaking from both nerves and adrenaline. Over and over she asked herself what the hell she was doing. She wanted to call Anna, but she knew her friend would severely disapprove of what she’d just done.

“You’re crazy,” Kait whispered angrily to herself. “He’s actually made you go crazy.”

At least she’d stopped crying though her cheeks were still damp. With a shaking hand, she wiped at them and willed herself to get up, but her legs felt leaden and reluctant beneath her. All she wanted to do was remain sat on the floor until it became dark outside. Then she might crawl over to her sofa and sit watching her favorite films whilst cradling a tub of ice cream. And she’d need the entire tub not just a bowl.

Behind her, the door trembled as someone knocked upon it. Startled, Kait scrambled to her feet. For a moment she thought she’d hallucinated the sound, but when it came again, she was certain it was real. Anxiety swept through her. Had someone seen her running back in to the building in an agitated state? Were they now coming to check in on her? What would she even say if they asked her what was wrong?

“Oh, I’m fine I just humiliated myself in front of the guy I was pretty sure I was falling in love with.”

Even thinking the word made her throat burn. How could she have been so very wrong about him? How could he not have felt it too?

Taking a steadying breath, Kait unlocked her front door and prepared to face whoever was standing there. She almost fainted in shock when she locked eyes with Jasper. His head was tilted apologetically towards her.

“You’re right.” His voice was so deep and rich when he spoke. For a moment, Kait could only stare at him, suddenly rendered speechless by his presence.

“Kait, you’re right.” He repeated.

“About what?” Kait squeaked. She wished she sounded as confident as he did. She sounded like a startled mouse.

“About us, about me, about everything.”

Kait pursed her lips at his vague response.

“I’m the guy who stood up for you in the car park!” Jasper was leaning towards her, his eyes wide and insistent. “I’m the guy who bought you flowers and took you to dinner! That’s the real me; that’s the guy I am! I don’t want to be this asshole that only cares about winning fights. There are more important things in life, Kait. You’re more important.”

“So, you’re saying I’m more important than your career?” Kait could hardly believe what he was saying as it was a complete contrast to what he’d told her all along.

“Yes!” Jasper told her, stepping forward so that they were so close their noses were almost touching. “I should have told you before, but I was stupid.”

“And stubborn,” Kait added though she was smiling now.

“Yeah, that too,” Jasper was also smiling. He leaned down, and their lips met. Electricity surged through Kait as she melted against him, her heart pounding deliciously as he swept her up in his strong arms. Their tongues hungrily roved together as they backed up into the apartment. Jasper kicked the door shut but didn’t disconnect from Kait. He pressed against her with such urgency that it was like he needed her kisses in order to breathe. His hands were starting to lift her shirt when Kait forced herself away from him and stepped back.

“I’m not…” she was breathing hard and struggling to speak. “This,” she gestured at the space between them. “Jasper, this can’t just keep happening like it does.”

“I know,” Jasper nodded as he expertly snaked a hand around her waist. “And it won’t.”

He leaned down and nuzzled against her neck. Kait wanted nothing more than to get lost in the delirious sensation it induced, but her mind was screaming at her to remain focused, to be logical. Jasper had hurt her one too many times. She wasn’t about to let him do it again.

“Jasper, what is this?” Kait demanded. “You say we’re seeing each other, and then you treat me like a booty call.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.” The sincerity in his voice surprised her. “I’ve treated you terribly, and I can’t take that back. But please, know that I’m all in now. Kait, I want you. I need you.”

His words hummed in her mind. Words she had waited so long to hear.

“I need you too,” she admitted, becoming tearful. “But I can’t…I can’t just keep getting pushed aside. I need to be treated with respect, Jasper.”

“I know.”

“I need to be able to come to your fights and support you as your girlfriend.”

“I know.”

He was pressing up against her, his tongue tickling her neck. Kait wanted to resist him longer, to keep talking, but she was powerless against her body’s desires. When Jasper reached to take off her shirt, she didn’t stop him. As his hands cupped her breasts, she moaned with delight. This was what she wanted. She led him towards the sofa. The sofa where she’d previously planned on spending the evening alone with just ice cream for company. Jasper growled with approval as she slid out of her pants and then positioned herself on all fours, arching her back towards him. When he entered her, she gasped in delight. She could feel his entire, impressive length inside her. Jasper grabbed her hips and angled her towards him. Kait called out his name as her passion reached its climax.

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Kait woke up on the sofa. It took her a moment to realize where she was and why she was there. As she stood up, she noticed Jasper curled up beside her. Clearly they’d never made it to the bed the previous night. Wiping a hand across her eyes, Kait tried to wake up. Outside, it was starting to get light.

She remembered Jasper’s visit, how they’d ended up having sex again. But then things had been different. Jasper hadn’t just grabbed his things and left in a hurry. They had curled up on the sofa and ordered in a takeaway. Together they had watched an action film, and then on Jasper’s insistence started the sequel, but their earlier exploits caught up with them and they both fell asleep. Kait felt stiff from spending the night on her sofa. She stretched her arms above her head and started walking over to the kitchenette. Twice, she paused to steal glances at Jasper who was still resting.

It had been so nice to spend real time together doing things that normal couples do. It made her feel that maybe Jasper’s apology really was sincere, that this time things would be different between them.

“Hey,” Jasper’s head appeared over the sofa as Kait flicked on the kettle.

“Sorry,” she said quickly, “did I wake you?”

“No,” Jasper stretched his arms and then smiling changed his answer, “yes.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay.” Jasper stood up, and Kait noticed the way he winced when he placed his weight on his knee.

“Are you…alright?” Kait gestured to his leg.

“I’ll be fine.” Jasper gave a dismissive shrug.

“Okay,” Kait chewed her lip, unconvinced by his response. But they were finally in a good place; she didn’t want to start rocking the boat. “Can I make you something for breakfast?”

“Yes, please,” Jasper came over and wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled in to her neck. Kait closed her eyes and savored the moment. This was what she’d wanted all along, to truly be with Jasper.

“So are we really, truly, actually together?” She spun around to face him, needing affirmation that this was real this time, that it was going to last.

“Yes, this is really, truly actually real,” Jasper teased with a smile. “Though I’m afraid I can’t offer you a certificate of authentication.”

Kait playfully nudged him in the ribs.

“Don’t tease me,” she smiled. “I just…I don’t want this to be over before it’s even begun.”

“It won’t be,” Jasper reassured her as he leaned in for a long, sensuous kiss.

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“Mr. Duboix?” Jasper raised his head expectantly and then walked over towards the doctor in the white coat, leaving behind the sumptuous waiting room adorned more lavishly than his own apartment.

“Thank you for waiting,” the doctor stated solemnly. Jasper could only nod. What choice had he other than to wait? Behind Carl’s back, he’d booked himself in to a private clinic to get his knee checked out. Whilst costly, it meant that there was no risk of his visit getting leaked to the press or worse, back to Carl.

“So we did an X-Ray and an MRI scan of your knee,” the doctor explained, turning around his computer and gesturing to the images which were now on the monitor. Jasper recognized the familiar shape of a knee bone but little else. He couldn’t tell if there was anything wrong or not. But that was what he was paying the doctor for.

“Your knee has suffered substantial damage,” the doctor said as he gestured at the images. “You’ve got a hairline fracture and muscle damage. If you don’t stop fighting, you’ll need an entire knee replacement which would end your career. I suggest you take at least six months off to rest and let your knee repair.”

Jasper tensed in his chair. In six months, he’d be completely forgotten by the industry, a has-been. He couldn’t wait that long.

“How much for the knee replacement?”

The doctor didn’t seem impressed by the question.

“Usually around five thousand,” he replied factually. “But Mr. Duboix, I urge you to consider resting as surgery can have complications, and it’s invasive-”

“Thank you, doctor,” Jasper was extending his hand which the doctor cordially shook.

Jasper was leaving the building on Harley Street when his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Reaching for it, he saw Kait was calling. He was already smiling when he answered.

“Hey, beautiful.”

“Hey yourself,” her soft voice replied through the device. “What are you up to?”

Jasper glanced at the street lined with cars and multimillion dollar houses around him. Luckily, there were no cars driving past at that moment, so it was relatively quiet.

“I’m just at the gym.”

“Will you be home soon?” Kait purred the words making her intentions for their evening later clear. Jasper checked his watch. His train was in an hour or so.

“Yeah, I’ll be back around seven.”

“Perfect. Want me to cook dinner?”

“Yeah, that’d be great,” Jasper was nodding as he walked down the street, his phone pressed tightly against his ear.

“So how was your day at the gym?” Kait enquired brightly.

“Illuminating.”

“Oh?”

A double decker bus rounded a distant corner and began to come up the street.

“Sorry, babe, I need to go. My trainer is riding me so hard at the moment.”

“Okay. Love you.”

“Love you too,” Jasper ended the call and shoved his phone back into his pocket. 

With some difficulty, he walked towards the tube station that he needed. All the while his knee continued to throb and the warning from the doctor echoed in his mind. He knew he couldn’t wait six months. He needed to be a champion now. Kait had fallen for a champion; she wouldn’t surely want some guy who was about to fall in to obscurity?

Jasper rubbed his hand against his leg as he edged further down the street. Thankfully no one recognized him. He wished he’d thought to call a cab, but he couldn’t afford it. Thanks to his mounting medical bills, there was little he could afford. Money was starting to grow tight because sponsors didn’t want a fighter who dropped at the end of his fight. They wanted someone who could be left standing, proudly addressing the crowd. And Jasper was determined to win them back, to prove to Kait that she’d made the right choice in sticking by him. He was going to remain on top; he was going to be the best no matter what, but as he walked his knee burned in pain as his body clearly had other ideas.