Reapers and Roses: (Grove High School Book One)

by A. R. Breck

  She lets go of my hand and brings it around to my ass, feeling the curve of my body before traveling up my sides. Her hands start moving up, and my hands slowly start moving down. Her body is so much different from a man's. Not something I would usually enjoy, but something I'm enjoying in this very moment.

  Is it the alcohol? Or is it the heat I feel from Easton's stare blazing into my back?

  By the time Cara's hands reach my chest, my hands are at the low end of her waist, near the slit on her dress that shifts with each movement of her body. I know she's not wearing panties underneath this dress. I've been dancing with her all night. She's completely bare.

  My want has reach uncontrollable limits at this point, and Cara uses that exact moment to move her hand over the top of my breast, letting out a little sigh as her fingers slip into my tiny top, the pad of her finger slowly grazing over my hardened nipples.

  I have to bite my lip to control the groan that wants to break free. I'm moments away from sprinting across the room into Easton's arms and begging for him to give me the release I so desperately need.

  My hand, which has been lying still at the edge of the slit on her dress, swipes underneath the fabric as I graze my hand across her private parts, feeling her need drench her thighs.

  I'm about to be much more daring than I ever intended and explore her folds, and I'm honest to God thinking Cara is about to take my breast out of my top when both Cara and I are both lifted off of the ground so quick, I don't have time to see what's happening. I look towards the door and see an empty doorway, and I glance around and see an empty living room.

  Have we been dancing for that long? Or did they kick everyone out?

  I look over where Cara was taken and can only catch a glimpse of Logan as he shuts her door. Well, good. Just what she was hoping for. I have a smirk of satisfaction on my face when I'm tossed onto what I'm assuming is Cara's mom's bed before the door slams shut and Easton looms over me like the deathly Reaper that he is.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  Rose

  The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls. – Edgar Allen Poe

  "What the fuck, Rose? Are you trying to fucking kill me?" He growls, and I'm unsure if he's literally pissed off or just as turned on as I am that he can barely see straight.

  "Easton." I sigh. "I've been waiting for you."

  "Waiting for me, huh? Didn't look like it to me. Looked like you were about to scissor fuck your best friend in the living room." Oh, he definitely seems pissed.

  "We were just… having fun. I've been waiting for you for so, so long. And I'm just so… horny." Oh, God. My mind feels clear and not all that drunk, but the words spewing out of my mouth are uncontrollable.

  "Is that right? Horny for what? Horny for Cara?" The shit is taunting me.

  "No. I don't want Cara, you know that. I want you Easton. I've wanted you for so long."

  I stretch out on the bed and hope that he will take the hint and come fuck me seven ways till Sunday. His eyes grow dark again as they travel my body. "And what the fuck are you wearing?" He groans and looks to the sky as if asking for patience.

  "Don't you like it?" I sit up and flip my hair over my shoulders, showcasing my heaving breasts that are so in need of attention. Peeking down, I see my nipple still peeking out of the edge of my top. I don't even try to adjust it, I just want him to peel the damn thing off of me.

  "Like it? It's going to be burned into my memory for a lifetime. Except it's also getting burned, literally, and you're never wearing that shit again. The tops of your nipples are fucking spilling out like a waterfall. I'm going to have to kill Logan and Jackson for even witnessing you in this outfit. I'm going to have to kill everyone in the Grove."

  His words that would usually anger me get pushed aside. My want is overriding my anger at this point. Reaching back, I unclasp my top and finally – finally, let my breasts breathe. My nipples, hard as stone, nearly make me come undone as the cool air hits them. I can't help it as I reach up and touch them.

  The sensation is just too much. I groan, loud.

  "Fuck it." Easton growls from near the door as he stalks over to me, pressing my shoulders down so I'm lying on the bed. He covers my body with his own and gives me a heated look moments before leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth, lapping it up with his tongue and then biting down.

  "Oh, God."

  "God isn't here, baby. Only your fucking Reaper." He dives down again, alternating between my breasts and coiling my insides so tight, I think even a breath between my thighs would make me shoot off like a rocket.

  I grab onto his hair and pull him up for a kiss, tangling our tongues together and breathing in each other's need.

  Easton gives me one more kiss before sliding down my body, playing with my breasts before moving to the tops of my jeans. "Shit." He groans. "Do you fucking see this, Rose? You soaked through your fucking jeans." I lean up and glance down, seeing a large wet spot sitting right in between my thighs. "Cara really turned you on that much, huh?"

  "No, no. It wasn't Cara. It was… you."

  "Me? What did I do?"

  "You watching me like you did. I felt… turned on. I could feel you wanting to take Cara's place. I imagined you were…"

  "Imagined I was what?"

  "I imagined you were Cara. Dancing with me, touching me, kissing me." My voice wobbles at the end. This is too much. Just… too much.

  He presses his fingers up against the wet spot, the seam of my jeans hitting me right in the clit. "Oh." I arch off the bed, but Easton is right there and presses his hand into my bare chest, holding me down on the bed.

  "Are you ready for this, Rose? I need you to be sure before we go any further."

  "I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life."

  He smirks at me, black eyes and all. My devil.

  Flicking the button free on my pants, he takes the edges and peels them off slowly, like each inch of my leg is a treasure and he wants to savor every moment of it.

  Once my legs are free, I'm completely bare to him, only a thin scrap of lacey black panties which have been pushed between my folds anyway. I've never been this naked in front of someone before.

  It feels undeniably erotic.

  "You are a queen, Rose. Your body is an absolute temple, and I'm going to worship it until the sun comes up."

  He stands up and reaches into his pocket, pulling a condom from his wallet and ridding himself of his pants and shirt. Standing in front of me in a pair of briefs, I wish I had the guts to tell him he is the one who should be worshipped.

  His marred, ripped body is not something many people get to witness. Get to savor and enjoy. But I get to. I get to be at his mercy as he takes my virginity – the one thing I have been holding on to. For the right person, that is.

  That person is Easton.

  Because I know, without a doubt, that he will take care of me. The blood that runs from between my thighs will run onto him and for a moment, we will become one. He will break through that barrier and take what is his.

  What's always been his.

  He peels down his briefs and I'm rewarded with the first glimpse ever of a cock in real life. And I have to say, it's a spectacular one at that. It bobs long and hard, warning me of all the things to come.

  Leaning over, Easton grabs the thin straps of my thong and peels it down my legs, and then we are nothing. Only skin.

  Kneeling on the floor, Easton grabs my knees and spreads them as wide as they will go, baring my most intimate area for him to explore. He looks up at me and licks his lips, speaking no words from his mouth, but speaking stories from his mind.

  Mine.

  With a blink, his eyes turn cloudy with lust as he looks down at my wet folds and licks his lips, ready to take a taste of what's finally his.

  Leaning forward, he flattens out his tongue and groans loudly as he laps me up like I'm his last meal on earth.

  "Oh, fuck." I cry out. I had no idea
it would feel like this. What the hell was I waiting for?

  For Easton, of course.

  My cries of pleasure only spur Easton on and he grabs onto my hips in an almost painful grip, pulling me towards him to where I'm nearly sitting on his face. I'm unable to move at this point, Easton's hands are holding on too tightly. All I'm able to do is succumb to the pleasure and hold onto his hair for dear life as he assaults my body with his mouth.

  "Fuck, you taste like honey." Easton rasps as he looks up at me, his mouth glistening with my arousal.

  I lean back and squeeze my eyes shut, feeling about moments from drowning in my lust for Easton.

  "You want to come, baby?" He strokes my thighs as his hot breath dances over my clit.

  "Uh, huh." I garble. This is too much.

  "Where are your manners, Rose?" He taunts.

  "Please!" I cry out.

  "You're not going to wear anything like that again, are you Rose? You wouldn't torture me like that? You don't want me to go to jail for gouging everyone's eyes out, do you?"

  I shake my head no, eyes still closed.

  "Look at me, Rose."

  My glazed over eyes fall open and I peak over at him, seeing him looking devastatingly seriously at me. "Tell me you're mine, Rose. Tell me you're mine and no one elses."

  "I belong to no one." I squeeze my legs closed to try to relieve the pressure that has been building for hours. I'm a shit, and I realize that. But he can't choose my moment of weakness to go possessive on me.

  "Rose." He backs away from me.

  My eyes narrow and my pleasure overrides my need for Easton. "Fine, if you don't want to get me off." I shrug and reach down, ready to do the job myself when my wrists are grabbed and held above my head.

  "I will tie you to this bedpost and leave you on the cusp of an orgasm until you tell me who you belong to. I will sit here all day, shit, all year if I have to. It's time to be honest with yourself, Rose. It's time to give in."

  His words might be more than I want to hear, but the look in his eyes tells what he really means.

  Be mine.

  "I'm yours." Tumbles from my mouth without a second thought, and that's all he needs before leaning forward and sucking my clit into his mouth, flinging me off the edge and into a mind-blowing orgasm.

  "You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen in my life." He stands up and wipes his mouth, his eyes half-mast with need.

  I give him a small smile, still unable to speak. Or use any of my body parts.

  "Are you sure you're ready? This is your last chance, Rose. Once I get started, I don't know if I'll be able to stop." Glancing down at the wetness leaking from the tip of his dick, my throat turns dry. The thought of it fitting inside me is both terrifying and exciting all at the same time.

  I'm expecting the pain. I'm ready for the pain.

  "I'm ready." I whisper.

  Grabbing the condom he tossed on the bed earlier, he slides it on with an ease that makes jealousy burn through me. I wish – just for a moment – that it could be both of our first times. That we could experience this moment of firsts together.

  He climbs up on the bed after the condom is on and hovers over me, pressing an intimate and gentle kiss on my lips and brushing the hair from my face.

  "It's going to hurt."

  "I know."

  "I can't take your pain away. I wish I could, but I can't. All I can do is try to bring you pleasure with your pain."

  "I want the pain. I want to feel everything."

  The corner of his mouth lifts in an evil smirk and he leans down and kisses me again, although this time the gentle man is gone and in his place is an eager man filled with heat and finality.

  I feel him reach down and align his erection with my center, and without a word, he starts pressing inside of me. At first, all I can feel is a pinching sensation that gets worse with each moment.

  "Relax, Rose." He grunts.

  I try to relax but the pinching turns to burning, and tears spring to my eyes even as I try to suck them back. It's no use, because they fall anyway.

  "It's going to be okay." He whispers into my ear. Grabbing onto my hips, he holds them steady and then plunges his hips forward, breaking through the only piece of innocence I had left and claiming me for his. The burning, burning deep within me makes me cry out in pain.

  Leaning up, he breathes deeply as if he needs to reign in his control. "I told you I was the devil. Welcome to my hell." He leans forward and licks my tears off my cheeks before giving me a sincere smile. "It will only be uphill from here, Rose."

  I'm not sure if I can believe a word he says, I'm frozen – still as a statue. Too afraid to move and experience even an ounce more of pain. I was expecting to feel the pain, ready for it even, but I didn't think this is what everyone meant by it. This is agony.

  But then Easton reaches forward and dances his thumb along my clit, rubbing and exploring the most intimate part of my body. Slowly, I start to loosen up and relax into the mattress. "That's it. Feels good, don't it?" And slowly, while he moves his fingers around my magical spot, he slowly starts to move in and out of me in a gentle pumps.

  "Ahhh." I moan in both pleasure and pain. I feel torn apart down there, but the pain is slowly starting to abate into a more pleasurable sensation.

  Grabbing one of my legs, he hooks his arm underneath my knee so he can reach deeper inside of me; destroying me for anyone else. "Shit, Rose. Your blood is all over my fucking cock." I clench at his words. He sounds almost… aroused.

  Peaking up, I see he is right – the blood is staining him and has even smeared a little on my thighs. "You see that, Rose? That blood? It's fucking beautiful. It's raw."

  "Easton." I moan. The pressure of his movements combined with his finger on my clit is making my legs quake. The orgasm that is building in me is not like anything I've ever felt before. This one will destroy me.

  "I can feel you… clenching." He grits. "I'm so close, Rose. I'm going to come so fucking hard." He starts pumping faster and moving his thumb harder against my clit and before I know it, I'm shouting out his name.

  "Easton!" I scream.

  "Rose. Fuck!" He follows after me, and I feel every pulsation of his cock as he empties inside of me. "Shit."

  After a moment, he sits back and pulls out, slipping off the condom and tying it before tossing it into the nearby garbage can.

  Laying down next to me, he pulls the covers up over us and trails his finger down my jaw line. "Are you okay?"

  I can feel my cheeks grow warm as I smile up at him. "I'm more than okay." I lean up and kiss him, which I think surprises him since he's usually the one to initiate our kisses.

  He groans and grabs on to the back of my neck, rolling me over until I'm straddling his hips. "Rose, Rose, Rose." He sighs as his hands go up to my breasts and he starts gently playing with them. "You know you aren't just a fling to me, don't you?" He says casually, like this isn't the big relationship talk I've been wondering about for the past week.

  "I-I wasn't sure…" I hesitate.

  "You aren't. I know we didn't start right, and you really piss me that fuck off sometimes, but… you mean more to me than just a simple fuck. I just wanted you to know that."

  I look into his eyes and the only thing shining back at me is sincerity. "Okay."

  "Okay?"

  "Okay." I confirm.

  "Good. Now get over here and show me you feel the same." He pulls me down and kisses me deeply, longingly, urgently.

  Before I know it, he has another condom on and I slowly slide down on top of him, ignoring the burn from my already battered body and I show him.

  I show him that he means more to me, too. A lot more.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  EASTON

  One thing you can't hide, is when you're crippled inside - John Lennon

  Waking up in the morning, the first thing I notice is the floral smell that honestly makes me feel like less than a man with how much I enjoy it.

 
; The second thing I notice is the warm, soft body that is curled around me like a koala. Rose is nestled into the crook of my arm as she softly breathes in and out, every so often letting out a little sigh that brings a smirk to my face.

  Things last night were… more than I ever could have imagined. Walking into Cara's house with Logan and Jackso, and seeing Rose and Cara look about three seconds from fucking each other on Cara's floor did things to me. Not only did it bring on an instant boner, the jealousy and rage I felt we're not something I ever would have imagined feeling. Horny? Hell yeah, because who doesn't get turned on when two chicks go at it? But the jealousy and rage? That is not something that I anticipated when it came to Rose.

  But then, Rose has become the most unexpected pain in my ass since she strolled into town.

  The moment that I sunk inside of her last night, I knew I would never be able to let her go. I need to try and tone down my asshole so that she doesn't end up running away, but sometimes it's just hard with her stubborn ass.

  This shit with Leonard and Rich doesn't help things. I have a fight tonight, but now I also have to deal with the shit with Rose's father. What is going to happen to him? And how am I going to break the news to Rose that her father is a piece of shit scumbag? And that I'm probably going to have to kill his ass?

  Pounding down the hall rouses me from my thoughts, followed by screaming that I know can only be coming from one person.

  Shari.

  Cara's Mom.

  The door flies open, startling Rose out of sleep as she shoots to a sitting position and pulls the covers up to her neck.

  "What the fuck! What are you doing in my room? Why is my house a fucking disaster! Cara! Get your ass in here and get these people out of my fucking house! Cara!" Her drunk ass either hasn't gone to sleep or she has already hit the bottle this morning. Either way, the bitch is fucked up. Her baggy blue jeans have holes that aren't from fashion, but more from being worn for too many years. Her tank top shows off her saggy cleavage and gives us the disgusting view of her not wearing a bra.