REAPER'S KISS

by Jaxson Kidman

  “Stop,” he growled. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

  “What?” I asked. “You want this.”

  “You’re that desperate? You’re that scared?”

  “Yes.”

  “Shit,” he said.

  “My mother was killed, Jace. Right there in the store.”

  “What?”

  “When I was little. She was killed. So my father did what he had to do to save the store and raise me. He’s not perfect but neither are you. Or your entire group of outlaws. I’m not perfect either. I’m just trying…”

  Jace grabbed a t-shirt and put it on. He then grabbed his leather cut and put that on.

  He pointed at me, his lip curled. “You’re lying to me, sweetie. I know it. Right now, you should be on your ass. Or dead. But I can’t stomach the thought of that fucking creep guy touching you. It fills me with rage. So you’re going to stay right here. You get one chance. You even think about leaving then you’re done. I’ll have the MC on your ass. After your father. And your family’s business will be destroyed.”

  “Where are you going?” I asked.

  “To church,” Jace growled.

  “You’re lying.”

  “How does it feel, sweetie?” he threw back without even looking back at me.

  I stood in complete shock as I listened to Jace leave the house.

  I heard him start his motorcycle and the rumbling thunder cruised away until it was a distant sound before it finally died away.

  And I was just there… in the outlaw’s bedroom.

  I slowly sat down on the corner of the bed.

  The outlaw’s bed.

  The bad guy’s bed.

  I put my hand to the sheets.

  In my mind I had a vision of Jace all over me. His muscular body smothering me, pleasuring me until I couldn’t take anymore. Until I screamed his name as I came so hard I lost feeling in the lower half of my body.

  It was all fantasy…

  Little did I know, it would become reality sooner than I could have ever imagined.

  chapter thirteen

  (jace)

  *NOW*

  I had the shot glass an inch from my mouth when Prez smacked it out of my hand. He grabbed the back of my leather cut and growled in my ear.

  “Meeting. Now.”

  I thought the son of a bitch was going to drag me but he gave me the chance to walk on my own.

  The table was mostly empty except for Prez, Gunner, and Gage.

  “We have a problem, don’t we?” Sid asked as he stood at the helm of the table.

  “Prez… give me a break,” I said.

  “What’s happening?” Gage asked.

  “I didn’t know she was coming to my house,” I said.

  “She?” Sid asked. “What the fuck…”

  “We’re talking about the prospects,” Gunner said.

  “What?” I asked.

  Gage stood up. “Everyone shut the fuck up and get on the same page.”

  Sid gritted his teeth at me. “You’re with Ava right now?”

  “She’s at my place. I have no idea what to do with her right now.”

  “Shit,” Sid yelled. He kicked his chair.

  “I don’t understand,” I said.

  “Two of our prospects were attacked,” Gunner said. “One was run off the road. The other shot.”

  “Fuck,” I said. “Bad?”

  “Guy that was run off the road broke a leg. The other…” Gunner placed his pointer finger to his temple. Then he shook his head.

  “Christ,” I said. “Who did it?”

  “Black car,” Gage said.

  “That’s all we’ve got,” Sid finally said. “So every time I hear about this Ava bitch there’s something bad happening.”

  I then felt like I had been punched in the gut. I pulled out my chair and collapsed down. “Holy shit.”

  “What?” Sid asked.

  “Prez, that black car was on my street,” I said. “Maybe looking for me.”

  “What?” Gunner asked.

  “When Ava showed up… she was pounding at my fucking door. I opened it and she fell inside. She was scared to death, saying some car was following her.”

  “I call horse shit,” Sid growled. “She was probably dropped off by that same fucking car. Goddammit.”

  “Easy,” Gage said.

  I felt rage build up inside me. “Ava? What the fuck would she have to do with this?”

  Sid pointed at me. The President’s finger twitched. “You’re blinded by some sweet fresh pussy, Jace. That’s what’s happening. Can’t you fucking see that?”

  It was like Sid was beating me up with words.

  Goddammit, maybe Prez was right.

  “Fine,” I said and stood up. “What do you want me to do? Kill her? Huh? Want me to go after her father?”

  “No,” Sid said. “We need to solve this problem the right way.”

  “And what’s that?” Gage asked.

  “There’s something going on around here. Taking out prospects.” Sid looked at me. “Does that sound familiar?”

  I felt ice in my veins. I didn’t need to go back down memory lane. I had the scars on my body and a bullet hole scar on my back to speak for me. Shit, that night I was supposed to die but instead of meeting the reaper I ended up getting a full patched in leather cut.

  “That was…”

  Sid held up two fingers. “There were two. We got one.”

  “And, what, you think Ava did this?” I asked. “She would have been… I don’t know, Prez, a fucking teenager.”

  “Maybe someone with a fat wallet and a fat cock is pushing her onto you. Something isn’t making sense with this.”

  “So what do I do, Prez?” I asked. “She’s in my fucking bedroom right now.”

  “Let’s talk what we know,” Gunner said.

  “We busted up some gambling rings,” Gage said.

  “And then Prez sent me to the store,” I said.

  “It was a hot spot for the PD,” Sid said. “I did it as a favor to check it out. The PD doesn’t want the shit press about shutting down an old store. The damn thing is like a relic. The owner, Jake, said his wife was murdered there. Same night you were attacked, Jace.”

  “Hurry up. We’ve got about two minutes. Then we’ve got to get to the store. I have to take care of that bitch.”

  Those lines hit me hard. I crashed down to my chair.

  “What is it?” Gage asked me.

  “Whoever attacked me… they killed her. But there’s no connection.”

  “Right now our only connection is Ava,” Gage said.

  “Which is why you can’t kill her,” Sid said. “No fucking chance in hell.”

  Ava hadn’t lied to me about her mother then. Maybe she was telling the truth. But the black car… she claims she saw it. Then she’s in my house. But she was shaking… she couldn’t sell it that good, could she?

  “We have a prospect in the hospital,” Sid said. “Another one is dead. We bumped up against something pretty bad. Now we need to pull away and clear our names. And stay out of the firing line.”

  “How?” I asked.

  Sid put his fists to the table and leaned forward. He grinned at me. “This part you’re going to like, Jace.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “I need you to go fuck her,” Prez said. “Fuck her, keep her happy… and most important… keep her fucking talking…”

  chapter fourteen

  (ava)

  *NOW*

  I had to get out of the room. I was too afraid to go outside, fearing the black car would return and I’d end up getting killed. Somehow I knew all of this had to be tied to my mother’s death. Yes, it had been over ten years since she was killed but something about it just stuck inside my heart. Truthfully, I blamed my father for it. If his gambling issues were part of what happened… but why her? Why then?

  Nobody took anything from the store. They just shot her. They just…

 
I caught myself at the kitchen sink, losing my breath. Thinking about that night made my throat tighten up. I felt like I was going to pass out, but it always passed as a mild anxiety attack. I never told anyone that it happened to me. I didn’t want to be forced to a doctor to talk about it.

  I walked through Jace’s house. I couldn’t get a feel for him. On the outside, he was a rough and tough biker. He fit the profile for a wild outlaw. Being patched in to the Bitter Aces told me he had to have a police record. Yet he had a great aunt that left him a house?

  I had no business being there or trying to pick apart his life. I honestly had no idea what my business was at all. Just to stay away from Dad and the store until all of this stuff blew over.

  When I saw the bathroom, I paused. Call it stupid but I definitely needed a shower. A nice hot shower could calm my nerves. Plus, I hated the way I looked. Waking up and going on the run wasn’t part of my plan in life.

  I had no choice but to go outside to my car and get my bag. I didn’t have much clothing but enough to last me a night or two. I managed to get back inside without any black cars and bullets flying at me. That alone was a victory to me.

  I went to the bathroom and stripped myself naked. My skin tingled as I stood there in the outlaw’s bathroom. It was kind of silly the way it made my stomach flutter but I couldn’t stop picturing him in the bathroom, naked. I had seen how thick the root of his cock was. My mind demanded to know what the rest looked like.

  Foolish. Stop.

  I looked at myself in the mirror. It was long enough of a mirror that I could see my breasts. My darker complexion gave way to rosy pink nipples. They were a little too big for my liking, always leaving me a little self-conscious. I cupped under my breasts and bit my lip, running my thumbs across the nipples. They were instantly hard as I sucked in a breath. My body jumped, my hips jerking a little, a flood of moisture between my thighs.

  No lie, it had been a long time since I had enjoyed myself. Everything for me was best left casual. That’s how I survived. I feared anyone getting close… but I longed for it. I was desperate…

  I shut my eyes and let my right hand ease down my body. My middle finger moved over my belly button and down my body. I was at the soft crest of my mound, just about to touch myself when I hesitated. I stopped myself, letting out a long sigh, and I grabbed for a towel. I bunched it up and stuck it to my face, smelling Jace. The clean scent of his soap, the smell of a clean man. Something about him being so dirty yet smelling this clean drove me wild.

  I slowly wrapped the towel around my body and hooked it at the top.

  It was probably the closest I’d get to feeling Jace, right?

  I walked to the shower and turned the water on.

  I turned the knob for hot and waited.

  Taking a few breaths, mixed with the rushing water and the steam rising, I felt peace. For the first time that day.

  But a few seconds later, before I could take another really good deep breath, that all changed.

  A hand slipped around my body, another around my waist…

  I kicked and thrashed as I was dragged back to the sink. When I looked at the reflection, I felt my heart race even more.

  It was Jace.

  He broke his hold and backed up, smiling like the son of a bitch he was.

  I spun around and swung my hand, slapping him across the face.

  “What is wrong with you?” I yelled.

  “This is my house, sweetie. And that’s my towel.”

  He reached out and grabbed the weak knot. His fingers were touching my skin, almost touching my breasts.

  He waited a few seconds and said, “And that’s my shower. My water. My everything. Should I take my towel back?”

  I swallowed hard. “Please…”

  He pulled but didn’t strip me of the towel. He forced my body to crash into his. I could smell him. The outlaw. The roughness. The scent of grease and steel. The scent of a criminal. And it was all turning me on.

  “I want to know why you’re here,” he said.

  “I told you…”

  “Someone went after my guys. Ran one off the road. Shot another in the head and killed him.”

  “What?”

  “The description was a black car. You said a car was following you.”

  My heart sank. My jaw dropped. “Oh my…”

  “I need all the truth you’ve got, sweetie. Or there’s no protection.”

  “I’ll tell you anything,” I said. “I swear, Jace, I don’t know about the car. I was on the porch, knocking on your door…”

  “I smell nothing but bullshit,” he said.

  He let me go and walked to the shower. He turned the water off.

  “What are you going to do?”

  Jace stepped toward me. “I’m going to get the truth, Ava. I need to piece this together, one way or another.”

  I backed up. “Don’t hurt me, Jace. I’m not lying…”

  His hands grabbed my waist. “You’re too beautiful to hurt, sweetie. That’s my downfall and your saving grace. Right now, I’m thirsty. I’m hungry. And you’re going to tell me what I want to hear. Understand me?”

  I slowly nodded. I had no idea what he meant by all of that.

  His hand reached up and touched my cheek.

  Slowly, he led me from the bathroom and around the corner to his bedroom. He shut the door behind him. My legs felt wobbly.

  I turned and stood there. “I don’t know a thing about that car. I don’t know how this connects to you and me except that you were there at the store. You hit Uncle Frank.”

  Jace moved at me again. He closed the gap in seconds.

  “Keep going,” he whispered.

  He touched my leg and cut to the inside of my thigh. He lifted, taking the towel with him.

  “I always find myself most honest right after I blow my load, sweetie,” he whispered. His eyes were locked to mine. His lips then brushed against mine. “So I’m going to get the truth, got it?”

  My bottom lip quivered with excitement.

  His fingers continued their climb up my leg. He was just inches from touching me when he stopped.

  “Sweetie, do you want me to stop?”

  “No,” I said without thinking. “I… need…”

  His fingers cut up and touched my bare silkiness. My entire body bucked at him, my knees bending.

  “Look at that,” Jace said. “You’re already soaking wet. You like this fucking game, sweetie. So do I. I’m supposed to keep you alive and play with you. Pleasure you. Keep you feeling safe. But I’m not supposed to tell you that.”

  One of his fingers grazed against my hole. It moved up and found my clit. I was so sensitive. I was so tender. I let out a soft groan as he wrote his name with his finger against my clit.

  I was melting, faster than a snowman on a Caribbean island.

  His finger eased back down and touched me again.

  “Tell me the truth. That’s your car out front?”

  “Yes,” I said. “I swear. Keys are in my back pocket in the bathroom. Jace…”

  “Did you know your father was running games out of the store?”

  His finger made a circle around my pussy.

  “Yes,” I said. “But I didn’t…”

  He thrust his finger into me. I grabbed his leather cut and jumped up to my toes.

  His finger sank so fucking deep. I put my head back and groaned. My ass flexed tight as I started to rock at him, trying to fuck his finger.

  Slowly, his finger moved out of me.

  His lips grazed my neck and moved to my ear. “Fuck, sweetie, you’re so tight.”

  “Jace… please…”

  He wiped my own wetness down my inner thigh.

  He then pushed at me, forcing me to sit on the bed.

  I was eye level with his jeans, his cock.

  “What do you want me to say?” I asked.

  “Is your father in danger?”

  “Yes. He’s always been in trouble. Ever sin
ce my mother was killed, he’s been different. Or maybe even before that but she shielded me.”

  Jace reached forward again, easing his fingers between my legs. My body was twisted with emotion. The tip of his fingers grazed my pussy again. But he quickly pulled away. He put his fingertips to his mouth and flickered his tongue against them.

  “That tastes as beautiful as you look right now,” he said to me.

  My jaw dropped again.

  “Jace… what is this?”

  He slowly crouched down and touched my legs. “This is me getting the truth, sweetie. And this is you earning your keep around my house. I want to know why you showed up here. I want to know what you want. I want to know everything you know.”

  Jace’s hands slowly started to push the towel up my body. When I felt myself become exposed to his sexy devilish green eyes, I shivered.

  It was crazy to trust Jace the way I did. All I knew was that he was an outlaw. But he could keep me safe. And if he could take care of me in other ways…

  “You’re going to tell me everything about the store,” he said as he got closer to me. He opened the towel all the way to my belly button. “Is this what you want?”

  He paused for a moment.

  Asking me?

  I looked down at Jace. Slowly, I nodded. “I’ll give you everything.”

  Jace grinned. “Yes, you fucking will.”

  His mouth moved between my legs. I felt the hot outlaw breath spread across my sweet innocence, wrapping me up tight. The tip of his tongue like a torture wand, gently caressing up, then down.

  I bit my lip and fought the urge to scream.

  I was so screwed… so very screwed…

  Jace curled his tongue around my clit and I felt my legs tingle. My hips thrust at him and I grabbed the sheets on the bed.

  Was this really happening?

  It was the wildest moment of my life. I had never felt so instantly drawn to someone like I did to Jace. And now he was on his knees, between my legs…

  His tongue darted up and down against my clit. He was driving me toward the edge already and he just started a minute ago. What got me was his hands. They were at the insides of my thigh, squeezing tight but not too tight. I was in his power, control, his command. Yet it was my wetness that he devoured and craved.