Diego: Leatherbacks MC (33 page)

              “Ah.” I pulled away then, sitting up and staring down at him. “Well, since I can come whenever I want to, I don't’ see how not having an orgasm with you will be much of a problem.” I was rewarded for my brattiness with another pinch.

              “That may be so.” He sat up and leaned against my headboard, running his hands through his hair and pushing it out of his face. “But I promise you, you’ll think twice about giving up your orgasm the next time I’m buried balls deep in that pretty pussy of yours.”

              I didn’t know what to say to that. I knew he meant it, he’d come back the next day and drive me crazy, but he wouldn’t give me the release I wanted. Not sure how else to respond, I kept quiet. He nudged my chin up with his forefinger. “Come on, tell me. What program was it?” His smile softened, and the edge left his voice.

              “Nursing.” I scooted up on the bed and leaned against the headboard next to him, pulling my knees up to my chest.

              “You want to be a nurse?”

              “Nope, just want to go through the schooling and then keeping banging these assholes for the hell of it.”  The look on his face told me he didn’t appreciate a smart ass comment when he heard one. “Yes, I want to be a nurse.”

              “So what’s stopping you?”

              “Are you kidding?” I searched his face, but he looked authentically confused. “Didn’t you pay Jayson on your way in here?”

              “Pay him?” His eyebrows furrowed in response to my question. “What the fuck for?”

              “Seriously?” I scooted away to turn toward him better. “He didn’t make you pay?” I let out a loud sigh. If he was giving me away, I wasn’t going to make any dent in what I owed. How many others had he done that with? No wonder I wasn’t as far along as I had thought.

              “Okay, Lucy, I want to know what’s going on. Now. Are you one of the girls that work out back?”

              I did laugh then. The girls in the back house were probably worse off than me. At least, I had some prospect of a future, those girls never would.  Indentured servitude is what Jayson called it when she overheard them talking about the whorehouse. Slavery is what it was. 

              “No. I don’t work back there.” I scooted from the bed and dug out a nightgown from my dresser. It was late and I really just wanted to go to sleep, forget everything for a little while. He took the hint and headed to the bathroom to clean himself up and get changed. When he came back out, he walked around gathering his clothes and putting them back on.  I was genuinely sad to see his body get covered up, I could have stared at it for days.

              “Lucy, if you’re in some kind of trouble, tell me. I can help.” I looked at him through the reflection in my mirror.  The sincerity in his eyes made my chest hurt. As much as I wanted to let him save me, I wouldn’t.  There’d be a war between the MCs and I wouldn’t contribute to the bloodshed.

              “It’s fine, Mason.” I turned around and placed my hands on his chest. Of all the guys who walked through my door, he was the first one to ever ask about anything other than if I would take it up the ass for them. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” I meant it, too.  I wasn’t sure exactly what all was going on with his club and the Disciples, but if the two managed to make a truce, there was something big at stake. He didn't’ need to mess it all up for someone like me.

              “I’m coming back tomorrow.” He slid his hands under my hair, cupping my face. Drawing me closer, his captured my mouth. A soft, tender kiss wasn’t his style. Each kiss he gave me spoke to his possession of me- even if it was for only that moment.

              “I’m sure you will.” I smiled when he released me. He adjusted his cut and looked me over.

              “Get in bed.” He turned me by my shoulders and gave me a little shove.  I didn’t mind his dictate, bed sounded damn good.  I slid under the covers and nestled into my pillows.  He sat on the bed beside me, pulling the blankets up to my chest. “If you were my old lady, I’d never let you sleep in these cotton nightshirts.” He plucked the neckline of my nightgown. “You’d wear nothing to bed. Hell, I’d probably keep you naked all day too,”

              “I don’t plan on ever being anyone’s old lady, so my nightgowns work just fine.” I grinned up at him.  His fingertips left a trail of warmth as he brushed my hair from my eyes. For a moment, he just stared at me in silence. Like he wanted to say something but wasn't’ sure if he should or not. In the end, he kissed my forehead.

              “Plans change, babe.” He muttered as he stood up. “I’m going to get to the bottom of this Jayson thing with you, and if I don't like what I find, there’s gonna be hell to pay.” It sounded like a wonderful promise, but I knew I could never let it become anything more than just words.

              “Good night, Mason.” I closed my eyes. He didn’t need to see the defeat in my expression, and I wanted him gone before I started to cry. 

              “Night, Lucy.” He clicked off my light and then was gone.  I heard the lock click before he shut it, and I sighed with some content. At least, I’d get a decent night’s sleep.

CHAPTER SEVEN

              Tick’s face scrunched up as the waitress brought us our breakfast. His plate of scrambled eggs had more liquid on it than the bowl of grits he ordered on the side.  I shook my head and dug into my pancakes. 

              “What’s with you lately, not getting enough tail?” I asked between bites.  He pushed the eggs out of the way and dug into his bacon.

              “Plenty.  She never wants off this cock.” He grinned as a piece of bacon fell out of his mouth.

              “Classy.” I shook my head.

              “Nah. I think I’m gonna make her my old lady. Hell, I might even marry her, make an honest woman outta her.”  I tried not to choke on my coffee.

              “Marry?”

              He eyed me for a minute and took a deep breath. “She’s pregnant.”  A wide grin split his face and for a second, I thought he would burst.

              “Fuck! Really?” I laughed. “A kid?” I grinned back at him. “That’s great.” I meant it, too.  Just because we walked the tightrope of the law, didn’t mean we didn’t want the simpler pursuits of life.  Too many times I caught myself daydreaming about having a woman, pregnant with my kid and having another rug rat climbing all over me.  Dangerous dreams. I tried to keep that shit to a minimum. I didn’t have time for that, I told myself over and over again. Here Tick was, getting ready to be a dad and a husband, and damn if I didn’t feel a tinge of jealousy in my chest.

              “Yeah,” He nodded. He tried to hide it, but I could see the excitement in his eyes. He’d wanted a family, a stable woman, kids, yard, everything he never had growing up after his pops ran off with some waitress.

              “Great. It’ll be great.” I said again as I eyed a pixie-haired beauty enter the diner. Tick started talking. I watched Lucy enter the restaurant and head for the counter.  She was back in her cotton sundress and white gym shoes. The woman looked like she belonged in a Sunday school job, not playing the whore for a bunch of dirty MC members. The Disciples weren’t easy riders either, yet she didn’t look as though she’d been worn out by them.  If the tightness of her pussy told him anything, it was that if she really was a mc whore she didn’t mess around too often.

              The waitress with wild red hair spiked in every direction jotted down Lucy’s order and pointed to the stools at the counter for her to wait.  She hadn’t noticed me yet, so I kept watching while Tick rambled on about how he was gonna to propose to his girl. When Lucy sat on the stool, she leaned on the counter, the short sleeve of her dress crept further up her arm and that’s when I saw it.  A dark purple bruise. My gut twisted, and I shoved away from our booth, ignoring Tick’s questions.

              “What happened?” I demanded before she even saw me coming.

              She jumped and looked at me with confusion. “Mason. Hey.” She quickly scanned the restaurant before giving me a small smile.

              “What happened?” I asked again, placing one hand on the counter and the other on the back of her stool, trapping her right in front of me.

              “What are you talking about?”

              “Your arm.” I yanked up the sleeve further and saw the bruise went up her arm all the way to her shoulder. “This.” 

              Her face paled when she looked at the marking on her arm. Not because she hadn’t already seen it, but probably because of the anger she saw in my face at noticing it. “Who did this to you?”

              She yanked her arm away and looked around. “No one.” Pulling her sleeve back down, she shot me a glare. “An accident. I’m fine. Go back to your friend.”

              “Who did that to you?” I asked again, moving my face closer to hers. I wouldn’t’ let her get away without an answer. Someone put hands on her, hurt her.

              “Mason. Please, you’re making a scene.” She looked around the restaurant, and I realized that the other customers were probably looking at us. 

              “Sit with me then.” I didn’t give her a chance to deny me, I laced my fingers through hers and pulled her from her stool and half dragged her to the booth where Tick and I were sitting. Tick saw us coming and scooted from his seat.

              “Hey,” He nodded to Lucy. “Uh. I’m gonna head back. Massy just sent a text, she’s not having a good morning.”

              “Coward.” Lucy shot at him. He clapped me on the back and headed out, leaving me with the damn check. Again.

              “Now tell me what happened. And no bullshit.”

              “Or what? No orgasm from you?” She rolled her eyes.

              “Lucy.” I tried to appeal to her sense. “Did Jayson hurt you? Because if he did-”

              “What? You’ll kick his ass? Start a war over the Disciple’s whore?” She laughed and ran her fingers through her short hair, wincing at the pain the movement caused her arm.

              I took a deep breath. She was right. If I went in fists blazing, a war would follow. “Okay. Just tell me what happened. Please.” I all but growled.

              Her grin widened. “Now who’s begging?” She teased me, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Look, it’s not like you’re not rough.”

              “What does that mean?”

              “The other day, when I wouldn’t drop my pants for you. That was you, right, who bent me over and- well-” A soft blush covered her face. “You know what you did.” She looked away from me then, it was my turn to grin.

              “Spanked you? Hell, yes. And I’d do it again if you defy me.  Look I may be a bit more traditional when it comes to my women, but I don’t use them as a punching bag.  A spanking for disobeying- that’s one thing. A punch to the arm- totally different.”

              “You’d spank your girlfriend?”

              “If she defied me? Hell yes. Not just in bed, either. That shits hot in there, but in the real world- if I say she needs to do something, there’s a reason and if she doesn’t listen- then yes, I’d bend her over my knee and spank her good.”

              Her jaw dropped and she stared at me as though I had just admitted to murdering her cat. “I can’t believe you just admitted that.” She whispered as though it were something to hide.

              “Why? I wouldn’t ever be with a woman who didn’t understand that going into it. And my old lady would be on the same page as me about who gave orders and who took them.”  I watched her expression, looking for the repulsion I’d seen in other girls I expressed my views too. She looked at me with more curiosity.

              “So the spanking the other day-”
              “Really a cake walk compared to real discipline.” I placed my hand over hers, she was tearing a napkin to shreds onto the table without even realizing it. “Lucy. Who did this to you?”

              “I appreciate your concern, really, but there’s nothing you can do about it.” I couldn’t ignore the defeat in her voice, the sound grated against my skin.

              “Like hell, I can’t.”  The waitress showed up with Lucy’s order all wrapped up and placed it on the table with the check. I plucked the bill from her before she could get to it, and pretended I didn’t see the sour glare she shot my way.

              “I don’t see you as the relationship type.” The change in topic threw me for a second and I had to think about what she was talking about. “I mean you talk like you’d like one, but I can’t see you bothering with it.”

              “Bothering with it?”

              “Yeah. I mean a relationship takes effort. Feelings. I don’t see you as the type to have either of those qualities.” If she was trying to piss me off, she was doing a pretty good job. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, you definitely like the physical stuff with a girl- but the real stuff, I don’t see it.  You talk a big game- spanking- ha! Like a woman would ever let you do that.”

              Hadn’t he told himself that time and time again? He had no time for a woman. No time for a relationship. Yet here he was talking as though he’d planned it all out. “Maybe I just haven’t met the right girl.” I tried to sound casual, not stare too deeply into her eyes when I said it- because the idea that there was a right girl out there left me feeling unsettled.  “And Lucy, you liked that spanking I gave you the other night.”  Her jaw dropped. “And you’d like being under my control all the time, too.  A discipline spanking is a small price to pay in comparison to the rewards of being a good girl.”  The hot flush that erupted on her cheeks and the dilation of her pupils told me everything I needed to know about her response.

              “Fuck off.”

I laughed. The woman had no idea how easy she could be read. 

              Tossing the bills on the table to pay her tab and my own, I picked up her food. “I’ll walk you to your car.” I nodded toward the front door. Thankfully she didn’t give me any crap about it and slid out of the booth, heading to the exit.  I watched her ass sway while she walked, the skirt of her dress moved along with her steps and it took more strength than I thought I had, not to grab her at that moment and drag her to the back room.

              She led me to a compact run-down car that looked like it crawled to the diner. “You drove this thing?” I couldn't’ stop the disgust from appearing in my voice. 

              “Yeah. It’s my car.” She put a hand on her hip and glared at me. Those beautiful eyes narrowed in the sunlight, but I could see the smile on her lips just fine. “It’s a bit old, but it gets me where I’m going.”

              I shook my head and pulled the driver's door open half expecting it to fall off, there was so much rust.  “Why don’t you ask Jayson to get this fixed up?” I prodded. I’d seen enough of her expressions when he was mentioned to know she didn’t hold him in the kindest light.

              She huffed. “Right.” Taking her food from my hands, she put it in the car then looked up at me, shielding her eyes from the sunlight with her hand.

              “Is Jayson the one who put his hands on you?” I blocked her exit from the car and held the door so she couldn't shut it if she decided to retreat inside. “I won’t let you go without an answer.” 

              “You said yourself you’d-”
              “I said I’d spank her, and only if she had agreed to that.” I shoved my hand through my hair, this woman made me lose my patience so damn easily. How the hell did I let her keep coming back to that topic?  “I would never do this.” I gripped her arm where the bruise was and waited until she winced before for I let go. “Now, who the fuck did it?”

              The revving of an engine distracted her. I caught a glimpse of the bike driving down the street, slowing down as it approached us. One of the Disciples.  Not giving a shit, I looked back to her, ready to demand an answer again. Those sweet soft brown eyes were wide, her face had paled and it looked like she was holding her breath.

              “Lucy.” I cupped her chin and brought her gaze back to me, but her eyes darted down the road.

              “I have to go. Please, Mason. I have to go.” She yanked away from me and jumped into her car. I stepped out of the way so she closed the door and looked down the street to see the same asshole sitting at the stop sign ahead.  Her car growled to life- she needed an oil change and probably a new transmission from the sound of it. 

              “I’ll be by tomorrow.” I promised. She looked behind her and pulled out of her space in into the street without looking back at me.  I’d bet anything Jayson hurt her. And fuck if I was gonna let that slide.