“Come on, baby, let’s go see what Hacker has for you.” I took her hand, leading her past the guys working on various bikes and cars and through the door at the end of the shop, which entered into the clubhouse. “Stay with me and hold my hand. Sorry if you see anything that’s too shocking, but it’s midday so the guys should mostly be busy working unless they’re taking a late ‘lunch.’ Okay?”
She nodded and held tight to my hand, eyes wide. I laughed at her innocent, uncertain expression as we headed into the gloom of the clubhouse bar. Someone had some old Nirvana song playing in the background, and I suspected it was Cammie. She loved the 90’s grunge rock. The smell of stale cigarette smoke, cheap perfume, and sex lingered as we walked through the main area and wove through tables scattered around the pool table at the center of the room. I knew Stephanie was trying not to gawk or look around too much, but I also knew it was hard not to notice Dice sitting in the corner with his hand resting on a brunette’s head as she had her head bobbing between his legs. Like I said, late “lunch” and dessert. I laughed to myself. I never did understand the guys wanting to do that shit out in the open, but to each their fucking own.
Just as we were getting ready to head past the bar and into the hall, I saw Cammie give me a warning look and tip her head toward the hall. Too late, I saw a bleached platinum blonde in a short red T-shirt that must have been three sizes too small, and cutoff jean shorts so short they left half her ass hanging out head straight out of the hall and flat up against me, running her bright red nails along my chest. Well, fuck.
I used my free hand to stop the progression of Gretchen’s hand as she began to trail it lower and pushed her back out of my personal space. I felt Stephanie tense next to me, and I didn’t blame her ass one bit. I supposed it didn’t look too fucking great on my part, even though I knew Gretchen was just trying to stir the shit. Fucking bitch. She was really beginning to piss me the fuck off.
“Hey baby,” she cooed, and I saw her eyes flick briefly over to Stephanie by my side, “I’ve been waiting for you. What took you so long?”
Oh fuck no, she didn’t. I felt Stephanie try to pull out of my grip, but I held tight, pulling her up against me and wrapping my arm around her.
“That’s funny, Gretchen, because I’ve been here working with Hacker and just went up to get Stephanie after she arrived.” I saw her eyes narrow and her lip curl slightly. “I’m sure you have someone, uh, I mean something to do. Bye.”
I pulled Stephanie along with me as I brushed past Gretchen, pushing her out of the way with my shoulder when she refused to budge to let us pass by her. I was going to have to set that bitch straight so she finally got it or she could pack her shit and hit the fucking road. I wasn’t going to put up with her bullshit anymore. I didn’t bother introducing the two of them because that slut, Gretchen, wasn’t even close to being on the same class and level as Stephanie.
“Who the hell was that?” Stephanie demanded as she dug in her heels and crossed her arms over her chest as we reached Hacker’s door. She stood, tapping one foot, glaring at me with one brow raised. Fuck, I didn’t want to deal with this shit now. Gretchen wasn’t important, and I didn’t want to waste a second with Stephanie before she had to leave explaining exactly how unimportant that whore was. Dammit.
“Are you sleeping with her, Reaper? Please tell me you didn’t bring me here where you keep your floozies. I know what we have is tenuous at this point, but I would really hope you wouldn’t be fucking someone else while you’ve been with me! Please. Tell me I’m wrong, Reaper.” She looked to be getting redder in the face with each passing second.
“No! Hell no, baby! I haven’t touched a single fucking soul since the night of Mama’s birthday bash when we hooked up. Please give me some credit. Jesus. You know I wasn’t celibate before we found each other again, but there hasn’t been anyone but you since then, for fuck’s sake. That bitch doesn’t seem to know her place here lately, but I’m going to make sure it’s crystal clear for her. That I can promise you. I don’t want anyone but you, baby.” My hand cupped the side of her face and my thumb brushed along her bottom lip. I needed her to understand that she was it for me. She would be it for me forever.
She looked slightly mollified as I knocked on Hacker’s door. Hacker answered and enveloped her in a big bear hug. The possessive fucker in me felt a moment’s jealousy, but the rational side knew they were just friends and Hacker’s feelings for her were strictly brotherly.
I sat in his recliner as Hacker explained the tracking program to her and the safety features he embedded in it. It was a bit of a relief when she took it all in stride, and I loved that she had the ability to enter a three digit code that set a panic beacon off to his computer if something happened, which would forward to his phone if he wasn’t at the computer. It was the next best thing to me being able to protect her.
“Sam and Sean are coming down next Thursday night to help me load everything up so we can head back no later than Sunday morning. So I’ll be down there alone for less than two weeks. Not to mention, I have Pam and her husband down the hall and my friends at work. I’ll do my best not to be alone outside my apartment. Okay? And if I have to, I’ll keep my phone in my damn bra so it’s always on me. Does that make you feel better, Reaper?” Something in my expression must have told her that it didn’t ease my worry, because she added, “Trust me, babe, I want to come back to you and Remi just as bad as you want me safe.” I knew she was hoping to reassure me, but until she was back here permanently where I could protect her, it wasn’t really working. She sat in my lap and feathered her fingers through my hair. Damn, that felt good.
I couldn’t discuss club business with her, but if everything went well, I would be in Des Moines and the club could even escort her back if she was ready to leave by Saturday night. I made a mental note to talk to her brother to ensure that was possible, but I didn’t mention it to her because I wasn’t sure what the threshold of her tolerance was in regards to my interference in her personal life. Our relationship was new and still fragile.
“Yeah, okay. But I’d still feel better if I was with you.” I held her close, feeling the silky strands of her curls tickling my nose. She smelled so good, like sunshine and flowers, and felt even better held close to me. I just wanted her safe. She was the mother of my child.
When it came to her safety? I wasn’t fucking taking chances…
I had to admit, having knowledge of a tracking device on my phone was different than one being applied to it without my knowledge. I felt some level of relief after Erik—I still had a really hard time calling him Hacker—showed me the safety features he had created for me. I felt certain there would be no issues with Michael, and I knew I could count on my friends, and Pam, to be my safety net while I was there. Speaking of Pam, I would really miss her, and I knew she would miss Remi, but she would understand after I explained everything to her.
As we left Hacker’s room and his multitude of computer screens and laptops, Reaper leaned against a door, two up from Hacker’s, and pulled me close to him. He reached behind his back, opening the door and backing into the room with me. As soon as the door was closed, he pressed me against it, holding my hands over my head and placing his lips against mine in a wild and desperate kiss. Our tongues battled for dominance as our teeth nipped each other’s lips and our tongues followed to soothe the bruised flesh. He broke away to trail kisses and bites down the side of my neck, pulling my tank top strap over my shoulder with his teeth and running his tongue along the top of my bra, pushing under the edge, reaching for more and more of my breast.
I was panting like a wild animal as I tried to move my hands down to touch him, but he held them tighter whispering “no” against my chest, his breath tickling the tops of my breasts. I moaned and writhed against his erection, as it pressed against his jeans, in an animalistic attempt to gain freedom and get him closer to me. I wanted him with a frantic desperation, needing him deep inside me.
Right.
Now.
He let go of my hands to grab my ass, lifting me so I could wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my wet core against his cock. The friction of the double layer of the seams of the denim between us bordered on painful pleasure as it pressed against my clit with each thrust. I tried to hold back my release, but Reaper seemed to sense this and gripped my ass tightly, grinding into my mound until I was sure my wetness had seeped through and he knew how incredibly turned on I was.
“Don’t hold back on me, baby,” he whispered against my lips. “Give it to me. Come for me.” He kissed me deeply, swallowing my moans and screams as I came at his whispered words. Every orgasm with this man left me feeling shattered, my body speaking to his without words. As my nerves reconstructed after the initial explosion, I drifted back to earth, culminating in the pulsing centered between my legs.
I gasped against his lips, “I need you, Reaper. Now. Please.” I felt agitated and needy. I wanted him to lay me on the bed and fuck me like crazy. I prayed he would give me what I wanted and not make me wait.
“Colton. Use my real name when we’re alone. God, I desperately want to be the man you knew before. I’m trying, baby. Now, tell me what you want.” He looked intently in my eyes. I grasped the sides of his face, my fingers rasping in the short hairs of his beard, my thumb gently caressing the scar that ran from near his eye, through his beard, to his jaw even though he cringed as I did so. Reaching up, I gently kissed it.
“Colton, I want you to take me. Now. I want to take off your clothes and touch you. I want to worship you and have you worship me. Please. I need this.”
He groaned, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as he held me close to him and turned toward the bed. He laid me out on it, climbing over me and straddling me as he slipped off his cut, then grabbed the back of his shirt, jerking it over his head. I couldn’t stop my hands from grazing his abs as he revealed them. I traced over his tats and realized there were scars buried carefully within the intricate designs. I lightly ran my fingertips along them as he sat still, barely breathing. Becoming bold, I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, freeing the end of his cock. I pressed down on the waistband of his jeans to fully release him. Leaning forward, I allowed my tongue to travel from the base, along the silky skin of his shaft, to the top of his cock where I captured the clear bead of moisture that was gathering at the tip, suckling it off. He inhaled with a hissing breath through clenched teeth. Due to the angle, I couldn’t take him in as deep as I wanted, and I felt frustration building.
He pulled back and stood to remove his jeans as I whimpered in protest of his taking away the source of my contentment, then quickly unfastened my shorts and pulled them from my body. He jerked my tank top over my head and unclasped my bra, pulling it off my arms and tossing it to the side. Kneeling, he ran his large, calloused hands up the outside of my thighs, curving over the tops and along the tender, sensitive skin at my inner thighs. I grasped at the blanket, kneading it into a rumpled mess.
His breath was warm against my belly as he skimmed along my skin until he bit down on my clit and then my lips through my panties, sucking on the damp center briefly before pulling them off and dropping them to the floor. He returned to circle my clit with the tip of his tongue, then flattening it as he pressed it firmly, circling again before dipping down into my liquid heat.
I thought I was going to die with the incredibly erotic sensations he triggered. His tongue glided in, out, and around, never stopping, even as I felt the pressure of another orgasm building. My body tensed and quivered as my climax pulsed and burst through me, causing me to scream and thrash as he held me in place, torturing my overly sensitive body with nearly unbearable pleasure. I grasped the longer hair at the top of his head, pulling without thought.
Panting, gasping inhalations escaped me as my breasts heaved with each ragged breath I took. I opened my eyes to him rolling a condom over his thick shaft. As he crawled up the length of my body, I felt his encased erection tease me from my ankle to my thigh before it rested, still and heavy, between my thighs. I reached down to guide him inside me, but he took both my hands and held them to the side of my head with his own, resting the majority of his weight on his elbows. He probed at my wet folds, teasing me until I was squirming and clutching at his legs with my own.
I pressed my heels into his tight ass, trying to bring him home, but he still resisted, smiling a shit-eating grin at me because he knew the agony he was causing. My body felt strung taught, and I wanted to feel him sheathed within me so bad I growled in frustration. Yes, I fricking growled. I felt rabid and animalistic in that moment and completely out of control.
“Tell me exactly what you want, baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you and how you want me to do it. I need to hear the words or I won’t go any further.” I was going to strangle him after this was over. I swore I was. He was making me crazy. Certifiably insane. I felt like a raving sex addict fiending for my next fix. Was it possible to have an addiction to someone’s cock and the sex that accompanied it? Because if so, I was hooked and I wasn’t interested in rehab.
“I want you. Now. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me. Hard. Deep. Bury yourself deep in my pussy over and over until you fill me with your cum. Make me feel you inside me for the next two weeks.” Two could play at this game. How do you like those bad apples, Mr. Sex-on-a-stick?
Evidently, he wasn’t quite expecting that response because his eyes flashed wide before he closed them tight and plunged so deep and fast into me I felt his balls hit my ass. He reached down, grasping my legs and raising them over his shoulders to provide a better angle, and he lurched into me in a mad but steady rhythm. His balls slapped against me and I heard my wetness and the sound of skin against skin with every stroke into me. Who would have thought those sounds could be the strongest aphrodisiac? I was in sensory overload, and as I felt another orgasm building, I knew this one would be more intense than ever before.
When it hit me, it was like blinding light and pure silence as I clenched and tightened around him, every muscle in my body responding to the overwhelming pleasure he had just unleashed upon my soul. It hit me like a crashing wave, knocking me senseless. As sight and sound slowly returned and I was reduced to a satiated puddle, I felt his pace quicken and his strokes shorten as his breathing became more ragged and labored.
His hair and skin were soaked in sweat, and knowing how he had reached this state gave me a sense of elated power. Knowing I could cause his loss of control like that allowed me the boldness to free my hands from his to grab his hips in an attempt to guide his strokes. As my calves tightened around his neck and shoulders, my inner muscles tightened around his cock in anticipation. I saw him lose the battle with the last shred of his control as he threw back his head, plunged deeply one last time, and yelled out in a primitive roar. I felt the explosion and throbbing of his cock as it filled the condom within me, the heat of his cum reaching through the thin barrier to warm me from the inside.
“Fuck. Fuck. Oh my God. Shit. Fuck.” He collapsed on me in a sweating, heaving heap, kissing my breasts, my neck, my shoulder, anywhere his lips could reach before he fell to the side, pulling me with him. He held me tight in his arms with his chin resting on the top of my head, my ear pressed to his racing heart and our legs a tangled web of limbs.
“Jesus Christ, Stephanie. Damn. That was incredible, and I can honestly say I have never felt anything like it in my fucking life. I don’t know what you do to me, or what magic your body performs on me, but I’ll take it every chance I can. Fucking hell.” He was out of breath, and I felt satisfied and blissful in that brief moment in time, like nothing in the world could harm me or ruin this feeling.
We must have dozed off in our exhaustion before I woke to his startled jerk. He looked around with wild eyes briefly, before they settled on me, and I watched them slowly clear to focus on me. My hands stroked his chest and I kissed his shoulder. He nudged my face up and kissed me reverently on my swollen and bruised lips.
My forehead rested against his, and I knew I couldn’t postpone leaving any longer. As it was, it would be late by the time I arrived at my apartment. I wouldn’t have traded a minute of this time together, though, and you wouldn’t hear a peep of a complaint out of me.
“I don’t want to, but I need to get on the road,” I finally whispered. His response was to hold me tighter, and I knew he didn’t want to let me go either. He must have finally obtained the resolution he needed to release me, as I felt his arms loosen and he lay on his back staring at the ceiling.
“Do you care if I use your shower?” I asked, spying a bathroom ahead of me. He waved a hand as if saying “be my guest” but didn’t meet my eyes. I sat up and gathered my clothes. I knew he was trying to hold it together as hard as I was. So I gave him his moment as I closed the bathroom door and flipped on the hot water.
LETTING HER GO THIS time nearly fucking killed me. I wished I had told her how I felt before she left, but I just held her and kissed her, keeping my words sealed inside me like the damn coward I was. Yes, I had told her I loved her before, but I hadn’t asked her to stay or told her I needed her to stay. I just knew, if I opened my mouth, I would beg her on my knees not to leave me, and the tears that burned the backs of my eyes would escape, branding me a weak, fucking sappy-ass fool. Dammit, I should have put my foot down and had someone else pack her stuff and bring it up.
Instead, I stood there and watched her drive off in silence.
I needed to get a fucking grip. I promised her I would go see my baby girl. She was sure it would be difficult for Remi without her momma, and she made me promise to go over to her and take her with me to spend time together. I would do anything for my girls. That thought had me smiling despite the ache of loneliness I felt at knowing she was traveling farther and farther from me with each passing second. I fought off the feeling of the panic attack trying to sneak into the edges of my consciousness. Taking deep breaths, I pictured the look on her face as she reached her last orgasm. That look, and doing everything to accomplish it every time I was with her, became my goal and grounding rod.
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