Wicked Nights (20 page)

She lifted her head and met his eyes. “Yeah.”

“No more fighting.”

She kissed him. “Make love not war.”

He grinned and gripped her ass before standing. Water flooded down to his feet as he climbed out of the bathtub. He paused briefly to set her on the vanity while he pulled his drenched boxer-briefs off. She smiled when he came back to her, lifting her into his arms again.

“I’m not making love to you,” he declared.

“Oh?” She arched an eyebrow.

“No. I’m going to fuck you well into the morning.”

Before she even had time to protest, Addison’s back hit the wall outside the bathroom. His mouth took hers hard, his tongue thrusting inside, sliding against her own. He shifted her, pulling her legs wider, and angled his cock against her entrance.

“Are you going to be pissed if I come inside you?” He tore his mouth away from her to meet her eyes. “’Cause I didn’t bring any condoms.”

Her mind screamed yes. She must have had a panicked look on her face because he evidently got the message without her saying anything. He licked his lips and pulled her away from the wall, walking towards the bed. He sat her on the mattress and went to the bedside phone.

“Who are you calling?”

“Concierge.”

She grabbed his arm. “Don’t ask him to bring us condoms.”

He grinned. “Why not?”

“Because that’s embarrassing.” She sat up. “I’ll go get some.”

He laughed. “No, you won’t. It’s not a big deal. I’ve done it before. They usually bring the good ones too.”

She felt her eyes go wide. He grinned and spoke with the front desk, ordering two boxes of condoms. Addison covered her eyes with her hands. She’d never be able to walk out of this hotel. She’d have to live here for the rest of her life.

“And while I’m talking to you, can you get some blood-red nail polish, cotton balls and some of that polish remover stuff?” He paused seconds before he hung up the phone.

“Why are you embarrassed?” He brushed his finger along her inner thigh. “I paid a hell of a lot of money for this suite. They know I’ve got money and they’ll bend over backwards to please me.”

“What are you planning to do with the nail polish?”

“You’ll see later.”

She shut her thighs, trapping his hand. “What happens when I’m a famous judge one day and that guy sees me in the newspaper? He’s going to go to the media and say, I brought her and that biker boyfriend of hers condoms. It’s what I’m going to be known for.”

“You want to be a famous judge?”

She smiled. “Yes. I have since I was a little girl.”

“And if I’m sleeping with you, does that make my punishment lighter or harder for all my bad deeds?”

She squeezed his bare ass. “Harder.”

He arched an eyebrow at her. “Oh, some things are definitely harder right now.”

He moved closer so his dick was inches from her face. “Suck me.”

She gripped the base of his cock as she leaned in, sucking the tip of him between her lips. She worked her hand up while her lips sank down, drawing him deeper into the wet trenches of her mouth. Mason groaned, his hand going to her hair as she withdrew, her lips gliding back as she slid her hand down to the base again. She closed her eyes, thoroughly enjoying the taste of him. He smelt like the sweet scent of her bubble bath which, weirdly enough, turned her on.

She licked along the underside of his cock, eliciting a louder grunt from Mason. She took pride in the noises he made. It urged her on. She slid his cock completely from her mouth and pumped him while her tongue found his balls. She sucked and licked, driving him crazy. His breath came in hard pants as he tried his best to stay still. Addison smiled up at him before sucking the tip of his dick into her mouth again.

His hands tightened in her hair, drawing her attention to him. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. Then I’m going to fuck that tight pussy, condoms or not.”

She closed her eyes and moaned around him. All she wanted was his big, thick cock inside her. He withdrew and shoved in, hitting the back of her throat with the motion. He did it again and again. Her lips tightened around him the best they could while he fucked her face. Addison’s squeezed his ass, her nails biting into his flesh. She closed her eyes as he gripped each side of her head, his pelvis rocking his cock into her welcoming mouth.

“Swallow.”

She looked up at him. Mason had the most beautiful eyes when he was completely aroused, a mesmerising blue colour with flecks of grey. When he was completely aroused or angry, the colour turned two shades darker.

He grunted and hot splatters coated the back of her throat. Addison swallowed, taking the next spurt and the next. His grip on her loosened and she managed to withdraw slightly, licking up every last drop.

“You’re fucking hot with my dick in your mouth.”

She rolled to her back, satisfied with herself. “I’d rather have your dick somewhere else.”

A knock sounded at the door, and Mason held up a finger. “Hold that thought.”

She lay on the soft bed, smiling to herself. When he came back, he tossed the condoms to the mattress beside her and set the nail polish, cotton balls and polish remover on the nightstand.

“Please tell me you didn’t answer the door naked.”

He grinned. “I did. So what?”

She gaped at him. He wrapped his fingers around her ankles and he pulled her to the end of the bed, legs spread. She loved the way he looked at her, a feral mixture of approval and claiming. She liked it even more that he never shied away from her. He went full force about everything. If she wanted to know, he’d tell her. If she wanted to do it, he would do it.

“You look like you’re thinking, which is never a good thing.”

Addison chuckled. “I’m not.”

“You better not. I will paddle your ass if you try it.”

She sat up, her ankles still in his hands. “Speaking of paddling my ass, that fucking hurt. I told you no hitting me.”

“It was meant to hurt.” He met her gaze full on. “And I didn’t hit you. I slapped your ass to make a point. It’s a world of difference from slapping your face, or any other body part for that matter.”

She licked her lips. She knew his rap sheet had several stints in prison as he was a repeat felony offender. Some of which were for assault and battery. He must have known where her mind went and dropped her ankles.

“Whatever is going on in that pretty little mind of yours might as well come out in the open.”

She took a deep breath. “Have you ever hit a woman?”

“No.”

“Not even when you’re angry?”

“No.”

She sat up staring at his chest. “You have assault and battery charges on your rap sheet. What did you do?”

He bent so they were nose to nose. “I castrated the man who beat the shit out of Kelly. And technically it was assault with a deadly weapon.”

She stared at him. “Part of your protection policy?”

“No, that was personal. Kelly was my high school sweetheart. I’d never take her back, but I truly want the best for her. She came to me when he beat the shit out of her. And I do mean beat the shit out of her. He knocked some of her teeth out, broke her nose several times. Bruises covered her frail body from where he used to hold her by the hair and kick her stomach until she bled internally. She claimed he’d fuck her afterward while she lay there in pain.” Mason took a breath. “It seemed like the natural thing to do. I beat the shit out of him and cut his balls off.”

She stared at him. Most people would have been frightened. She probably should have been. It wasn’t the first story she’d heard of Mason’s life that involved criminal activity. Somehow, though, his actions didn’t surprise her.

“I can see you doing that.”

He frowned. “What does that mean?”

She leant back. “You dropped out of high school for the girl with the hopes of giving her a white-picket-fence dream. You were having a baby together. You’re really possessive and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It makes sense that you would beat the shit out of the piece of shit that hurt her. I’m willing to bet you’d do the same thing for all the women you care about.”

Mason leaned over her, fists on the mattress on each side of her. “You’re damn right I would. I may be a lot of things. You may not get me completely yet, but I don’t hit women. I don’t approve of any man hurting a woman and my club knows it.”

Addison cupped his cheeks. “I still don’t like my ass smacked.”

She kissed him. Lowering himself so that they were chest to chest, Mason slipped his hands beneath her, flipping their positions. He squeezed her ass before smacking both cheeks enough to sting.

She jerked, her jaw dropping as she stared down at him. “What was that for?”

“For thinking I’d hit a woman.” He squeezed her hot ass, soothing it.

“I didn’t necessarily think it. I’ve just seen your temper.”

He reached for the box of condoms. “When I get mad, you shut up and leave. That’s how that works. Normally, I go for a ride or work in the garage. I’ll come to you to sort shit out later. I won’t take it out on you with my hands.”

She sat up and watched him undo the package. “Did you really want me to suck you off in the restaurant?”

He scowled. “No. I knew it would shut you up, but you had a defeated look in your eyes that made me feel like shit for suggesting it.”

He handed her the condom. Addison thought about what he’d said. She had felt defeated. He’d been really pissed at her and she hadn’t known how to make things better.

“You’re really open with me.” She scooted down to roll the condom on. “How come? I thought women were second-class citizens in the MC and that you weren’t supposed to discuss anything with them.”

He pulled her up and positioned his cock so she could slide down on it. “I’m open with you because you are the club’s lawyer and you know about most of our shit after it happens anyway. Not to mention you got me out of an attempted murder charge. You don’t have any say in what I do, but like I told you, I do what I do because I have a good reason for it.”

She sank over his cock, closing her eyes slightly as he filled her. The erratic beat of her heart suggested that she might be in way over her head. After everything, she realised he was nothing like the person she’d once pinned him to be. He could be tough and every bit of a criminal as any one of the clients she’d represented, but he did appeal to the emotional side of her. She did see some of his point of view and she did understand that he really had good intentions for most of what he did.

He cupped her face, his hands behind her ears. “Now, talking is over. I need to be fucked.”

She smiled at him. “Greedy bastard.”

“Damn straight.” He slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her. “You feel so fucking good.”

There were so many sinful things she wanted to do to him. Addison rocked her hips, finding a rhythm that worked. She felt connected to him, more now than ever. Her body craved him. His cock slid inside her pussy, the delicious intrusion filling her over and over. Need overwhelmed her. She gripped his hands and met his eyes.

“You want it harder?”

She nodded and he flipped their positions. Mason lifted her hips and thrust hard into her, hard enough to make her cry out. She gripped the headboard above her head and held on while he fucked her, every thrust driving her desire higher. God, she needed this. Wanted it. His fingers dug into her hips. Her breath hitched as he rubbed that one special spot and her desire started to unravel. She gasped, closing her eyes as the pleasure flooded through her veins. Her pussy clenched him tightly while her legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close. He grunted, his body tensing.

God, she never wanted this to end.

He collapsed on top of her and Addison welcomed his weight. She wrapped her arms around his sweaty body, needing to hold him and feel him against her. He lifted his head and met her eyes.

“A few more minutes and we’re going to do that all over again.”

Addison chuckled and smiled. “Looking forward to it.”

* * * *

Addison lay asleep on the bed when Mason came back from the bathroom. He smiled at her. They’d put a nice dent in the condom stash before he’d finally wore her out. He pulled the blanket over her and kissed her cheek.

“Mmm. Where are you going?” She smoothed her hand along his thigh.

“To the other side of the bed.”

He walked around as she rolled to her back, eyes closed, waiting for him to crawl in beside her. He did and clicked the light off, plunging them into darkness.

“You up for some more talking?”

He groaned, though it was playful.

“Oh, come on.” She sat up and leaned over him to turn the light back on. She faced him, the blankets tucked around her. “We were on a roll earlier.”

He propped his arm behind his head. “If you want to talk, then I haven’t fucked you enough.”

She gave him a stern look. “Humour me.”

He kept his attention on her. For the past few months, he’d spent his time getting to know her. And he felt they knew each other pretty well. She’d learned about the club life and he’d learned some about her, though most of it was professional. Then this entire week, he’d spent his time fucking her and he’d found that he honestly didn’t mind the chatter. With most other women it bugged the shit out of him, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how her soft lips felt on his, or how her tantalising mouth felt wrapped around his dick. He surprised himself with truly believing he could suffer through conversation with her. He surprised himself even more that he
wanted
to.

“Don’t you ever relax?” He exhaled and yanked the covers back. “I was saving this for tomorrow morning, but now is as good of a time as any since we’re not sleeping or screwing.”

Grabbing the nail polish and polish remover the concierge had brought them earlier, he shifted on the mattress so that her toes rested on his thigh. “If I’ve got to be tortured into more conversation, the least you can do is humour me in wearing this blood-red nail polish that would look hot in those peep-toed designer shoes I bought you.” He glanced up, almost chuckling at her expression of surprise. “Go on. What do you want to talk about?”