Mastema's Obsession (Demons on Wheels MC Book 3)

by Ravenna Tate

  And, the truth of the matter was that Kayla really liked him, and wanted to be with him again. But did he feel the same way? Or had that act down there only been because she’d bruised his ego? Either way, she had to come clean about her past. That much was painfully clear now.

  “All right. I’ll tell you. But can we please keep this between us? Will you at least give me that much?”

  “Is it something that presents a real or potential danger to the club or its members?”

  “No.”

  “Then I’ll keep it between us.”

  “Thank you.” Kayla drained the rest of her water, and she nearly started crying again when he got her another bottle without her asking for it. He was the nicest man she’d ever met, which said plenty of shitty things about her past.

  Chapter Six

  His pride was hurt more than anything, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. And, obviously something had made her freak out in the private room. He knew nothing about her past, so now was his chance to learn.

  “Okay,” he said as she settled herself cross-legged on the bed. Mastema tried not to stare at her upper thighs, exposed all the way to the rosebud tattoos. “I’m listening.”

  “This is hard. No one knows this.”

  He should be thrilled she was telling him, but his ego was still wounded.

  “I don’t know my father. My mom refused to talk about him. I don’t even know his name. She used drugs and drank a lot. Not so much when I was little, but it got worse as I grew. By the time I was in third grade, I missed a lot of school to stay home and take care of her.”

  “That sucks. Do you have any other family that could have helped?”

  “Some cousins I barely saw, and a couple of aunts and uncles. But they didn’t come around much, hardly ever called, and we never went to visit them. I got the impression my mom was that one family member everyone wished they didn’t have.”

  “I’m sorry. That’s tough.” It explained her habit of keeping people at a distance. That was what she’d learned from a young age. Take care of things at home because there’s no one to rely on for help.

  “So when I came here, it’s not like I never washed clothes or did dishes before.”

  “But you didn’t expect that would be part of the job.” He’d heard this before.

  “It’s not that, really. Dancing is the first thing I’ve done that I’m good at. I was trying to concentrate on it and do really well. That honestly is the only reason I blew off the laundry at first.”

  “Okay. I can understand that, but I wish you’d handled it differently.”

  “You’re right. I fucked up.”

  “You’re better now. I’ve heard that from everyone.”

  She sighed, but still didn’t smile. “Thank you. That means a lot coming from you.”

  Mastema’s heart gave a strange lurch at those words. Seeing her, sitting there, pulling on her fingers while she talked, so sad and hopeless, he had a strong urge to hold her and tell her everything would be okay. Her comment about dancing being the first thing she was good at also got to him. She was twenty-five years old. Had she gone through every school year never doing well in any class?

  “Did you graduate?” It was a legit question, and one Rahab would never give a shit about to hire a dancer.

  “Yes. Barely. I sucked at everything.”

  “Do you think that’s because you were never there?”

  “Probably. I don’t know. School was really tough for me because I had no friends. I didn’t play sports, I couldn’t join any clubs, and anything that required staying after hours was out. I had to get home. She never cooked anything, so I did the best I could to keep us fed.”

  He couldn’t help smiling. “But you never really learned to do it well, did you?”

  The corners of her mouth definitely turned up. Mastema’s cock was hard now. How was he supposed to resist her like this? “No, I did not.”

  “Is your mother still alive?” God, he hated asking anyone a question like that. The pain of losing someone you loved never left you, and each time another person brought it up, the knife stabbed you in the chest all over again.

  “Yes. She’s in jail. She’ll be there a long time because the last time she got popped for possession and a DUI, she carried a loaded pistol to the drug deal and shot someone. She claimed it was accidental, but one of her drug buddies told a different story. He got out on a plea and my mom went to jail for manslaughter.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  “I’m not. She should have put me in foster care.”

  “That’s not a solution that always turns out well.”

  “True.”

  “Why didn’t that happen? I mean, why weren’t you taken from her?”

  “Because the first time she was arrested I was sixteen, and she didn’t tell anyone I was on my own. She got out in less than a week, and I’d taken care of myself for longer than that before. Not because she was in jail, but all the times she was incapacitated.”

  “Kayla, I’m really sorry. That’s a horrible way to grow up.”

  All she did was shrug.

  “After you graduated, is that when you went to work at clubs?”

  She swallowed hard and closed her eyes for a few seconds. So that was it. Something happened at one of the clubs. Fuck it all. Why the fuck hadn’t he manned up earlier and dug around into her background better? He’d fucked her several times now, but he didn’t know shit about her. All this time, she’d been carrying it around, and none of them knew.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “I had no clue what I was doing. I only knew that I could dance. Or at least, they told me I could dance. We lost our apartment when my mom went to jail for manslaughter. I was done with school by then, so I slept wherever anyone would let me. Friends of friends, coworkers, whoever.”

  “Jesus, Kayla. That’s fucking dangerous.”

  “No shit. But what was I supposed to do? I didn’t make enough money to get a place of my own. Not right away, at least. The first club I worked at was nothing more than a dive bar. The floor was dirty and had dried beer and cigarette butts all over it.”

  She hugged herself, and Mastema had another overwhelming urge to hold her until he made the pain in her eyes go away.

  “I wasn’t a virgin that first time, which was good for me. They told me to fuck the so-called officers of the club, right there on the floor, with everyone else watching. Said it was an initiation for all new dancers. And it was, because they did the same thing to other girls. It was terrifying, and painful, and humiliating.”

  Jesus Christ. Mastema pulled her close and held her on his lap. Her body trembled, and tears ran down her face again. “I am so sorry. I don’t even know what to say right now. I shouldn’t have made you relive this.”

  “You didn’t. I chose to tell you because it’s time someone here understood.”

  “Do you want to stop?”

  “No. I want to get it all out. I left the club that night. There was a room in the back where I slept sometimes, but I was afraid to stay there one more night. I found a shelter and stayed there for a while, but I couldn’t leave my things and go out to work because people stole shit when you were gone that long. So I ended up with another friend of a friend who sent me to a different club to work.”

  “Was it more of the same?”

  “No. That never happened again, but no place I danced was like this. This is heaven, compared to the shit out there.”

  He knew that all too well. When they’d built this club, each of them had been determined to make it something special. Something different than just another biker bar or sleazy strip joint.

  “For seven years I’ve gone from place to place, eventually saving enough money to get a cheap apartment they let me rent by the month. And it’s not like I never fucked anyone else, but only one man at a time, and never in front of people again. If things looked like they were headed in that direction, I’d bolt and find another place to work.”

/>   Mastema wasn’t sure what else to say, other than he wished he’d known all this from day one. But to tell her that again was pointless. “Kayla, I am so sorry I egged you on like that downstairs. I didn’t know.”

  “How could you? I never told you. But I’m the one who should be apologizing to you for insulting you. I feel terrible that I did that, but I was hurt because you stopped talking to me.”

  He might as well say it. She’d shared a horrible, dark secret with him. It was only right to tell her. “I was jealous when I saw you with Mark.”

  “Nothing happened. I even told you what he said to me.”

  “I know.”

  They stared into each other’s eyes for long moments before she spoke again. “And I was jealous when I saw you with Meghan.”

  “We were just talking. She only has eyes for Phenex. She has ever since she came here, though she’d rather eat one of those glasses she pours drinks into than admit it.”

  “Really? I didn’t know that.”

  “Yeah, well, I watch people, you know?”

  “But she has sex with all of you.”

  “So did Chloe when she first came here.”

  She bit her lip. “Do you think the others think it’s odd that I don’t?”

  “I wouldn’t say odd. I’d say they wish you did. The guys, anyway.”

  “What do you wish I’d do?”

  Holy fuck. Was she toying with him right now, or did she feel the same way? He’d never know unless he took a chance, but was he ready to? Yes. It was now or never. “I want you to fuck only me.”

  The relief that filled her beautiful face sent his heart soaring. “I want that, too.”

  The emotion coursing through him was overwhelming. “Then let’s not be jealous when one of us talks to someone else. Agreed?”

  She finally smiled. “Agreed.”

  Chapter Seven

  The relief at finally getting everything out sent a surge of renewed energy coursing through Kayla’s body. She snuggled closer to Mastema’s warmth, inhaling leather and the faint scent of his shampoo. Gone were the horrible memories that had surfaced downstairs. There was only this room, and this man. The one who now knew all her dirty little secrets.

  “You probably have to get back downstairs, don’t you?”

  Those gorgeous blue eyes bored into hers. Shivers ran up and down her spine at the unbridled lust in them. “I don’t want to. I’d rather stay here with you and fuck until we can’t walk.”

  “Oh…” The most delicious jolt of dizzying need engulfed Kayla as she brushed her fingertips over his cut, tracing the outline of the patches on it. “Won’t you get in trouble with Gorgon?”

  “I don’t fucking care if I do.” He grasped her face with both strong hands and kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Kayla moaned loudly, kissing him back with all the pent-up lust she’d pushed down for days now.

  He moved his hands off her face and across her breasts, sending shockwaves of desire racing through her. So slowly it made her dizzy again, he pushed her onto her back and covered her body with his.

  Kayla arched her hips and ground them against the bulge in his jeans. His groans mixed with her noises, and her mind filled with erotic images as the heat between them intensified. She had missed this man, and sex, so much in the past few days!

  When he released her mouth, he licked her neck, down to her breasts. “Oh, Kayla. It’s been too fucking long.” He pulled off her tank top and gently bit her nipples, forcing loud cries of pleasure from her. “Your tits are so fucking beautiful.”

  Kayla’s pussy grew soaking wet as he licked and sucked her nipples, torturing her with his teeth and tongue. He rubbed her nipples with his thumbs, moving his mouth down her abdomen, and finally to her crotch.

  “These need to come off.” Mastema tugged her shorts down, taking her panties with them. He removed her sandals and spread her legs, diving for her pussy. “Mmmm … you smell ready for me.”

  “I am ready for you. I’ve missed you so much.” Only Mastema could turn this around so quickly, banishing the fear and placing lust squarely in its place.

  Instead of answering, he slid two fingers into her wetness and sucked her clit until Kayla nearly screamed with the need to come. When he pushed a third finger deep into her asshole, the orgasm crashed over her, sending contractions out to her fingertips and toes. He didn’t stop finger-fucking her or teasing her clit with his mouth until he’d milked every last flutter of that climax from her.

  “I want to fuck you in the ass.” He pulled her to the edge of the bed and turned her around, pushing her torso down until she was bent over at the waist with her feet on the floor. “Kayla, you’re so fucking sexy like this.”

  Mastema reached into the nightstand drawer and took out a condom and a large tube of lube. He pulled his jeans down far enough to free his dick, donned the condom, and spread a generous amount of lubricant on two fingers. “Do you like a nice big cock in your ass, Bedroom Eyes?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. His fingers filled her puckered hole, sliding in easily with the help of the gel. He gently stretched the walls, while Kayla moaned. She’d never liked anal much before, but he knew what he was doing. He took his time and did it right so there was no pain, only exquisite pleasure.

  “Fuck, Kayla. You’re so damn tight!” He removed his fingers and slid his dick inside, groaning loudly the entire time. Kayla relaxed her muscles, and after a few seconds of burning, the most peaceful sensation engulfed her.

  She reached underneath and rubbed her clit as Mastema pounded her ass, fucking her hard and rough. He grabbed her hair and tugged on it, sending shockwaves of desire that raced straight to her soaking wet pussy. When the climax crashed over her, he cried out loudly, thrusting harder, and she knew he’d come, too.

  By the time he finished, he breathed heavily, lying over her for a few seconds before withdrawing. He tore off the condom and tossed it onto the floor, then lay on his back on the bed, still moaning softly. “Damn, girl. That was fucking fantastic.”

  “I’ll be right back.” She went into the bathroom, grabbed a bunch of toilet paper, and went back to retrieve the condom. After disposing of it, she turned on the shower and stepped inside, hoping he’d take the hint and join her.

  After a few minutes, he opened the shower door and stepped inside, finally naked. “What a great idea.” He pulled her close under the water. “I haven’t taken a shower with a woman in a long time.”

  “Why on earth not?”

  A flash of pain filled his eyes, but it was gone so quickly she was certain she’d imagined it. It occurred to Kayla she knew nothing about his past, but this wasn’t the time to ask. She kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth and wrapping her arms around him. It took less than thirty seconds before his cock rubbed against her, hard once more.

  “How long has it been since you fucked in the shower?” she asked.

  “As long as it’s been since I’ve taken one with a woman.”

  “Can I interest you in that?”

  He laughed. “The showering or the fucking?”

  She wrapped her hand around his dick. “One guess.”

  “Fuck … condoms are out there.” She opened her mouth to protest, but he was already gone. When he returned, he’d donned one. After stepping back inside, he pulled her close and kissed her, hard. Before Kayla had time to catch her breath, he’d lifted her up against the wall, and sank his dick into her pussy.

  “Oh my God!” She hung onto his shoulders and gripped his hips with her thighs as he slammed into her, rough and deep. How the hell he had enough strength to hold her up, while standing on a slippery floor, and fuck her into next week was beyond her.

  She came so easily and quickly, and thought he would, too, but when he withdrew and eased her back down to the floor, his cock was still red and swollen. “Damn, Bedroom Eyes. This is fucking amazing, but the damn floor is too slippery.”

  He turned off the water, took her hand, and stepp
ed out of the shower. After glancing around for a second, he led her back into the bedroom and pointed toward an armchair. “Lean on that with your back to me, and bend over.”

  Shivers ran down her spine as she did what he asked. This was very sexy, and at this angle, resting her arms on the chair seat, he could reach everything. Mastema played with her tits before plunging his dick back into her pussy from behind.

  “Oh, fuck me sideways. God damn, girl. That feels fucking incredible.”

  Kayla agreed. She arched her back, letting him inside further, until his balls slapped her wet pussy with each hard thrust. When he moved his hands from her breasts to her clit, she exploded in another heart-shattering orgasm.

  “Oh, fuck!” His cries joined hers as he came, too, pumping into her fast and hard now. When he finally finished, he helped her stand up straight, turned her around, and pulled her into his arms.

  “Totally worth any shit Gorgon will give me for leaving the club.”

  “I wish you didn’t have to go back down there.”

  “I’ll be back up after the club closes.” He kissed her gently. “Will you wait here for me?”

  That was the first time he’d asked her to hang out in his room by herself while he attended to club duties. “Sure. Okay.”

  “You can read, watch TV, whatever you want.”

  Chloe only used her room for rehearsing and making up routines. Rai didn’t use hers at all. She’d moved into Tannin’s. Being invited to spend time alone in Mastema’s room the rest of the evening made Kayla feel special, like she belonged to him now.

  “All right. That’s what I’ll do.”

  His bright smile sent warmth radiating through her. He kissed her again before he put his clothes back on. “I’ll be up as soon as I can. If you fall asleep, that’s okay. I’ll wake you up so we can fuck again.”

  She laughed. “I can’t think of a better way to be woken up.”