REAPER'S KISS

by Jaxson Kidman

  When she pulled away from me, her hand remained. She jerked me for another few seconds until I nodded, letting her know I was finally fucking done. At least for the moment. Looking down at Ava in such a submissive position had me already envisioning the ways I wanted to fuck her.

  “Why don’t you go take that shower?” I said to her.

  “Am I finally allowed to?”

  I tucked my dick away and zipped up my jeans. I put my hand out and pulled Ava to her feet. Her hands touched my chest as my hands slid around her. There was a moment when we just stood there staring at each other. Seconds collected and turned into a minute or more.

  What the fuck am I doing here?

  “I’ll keep you safe,” I said. “The best I can. Just don’t lie to me.”

  “I have nothing to hide. Want me to drop this towel and prove it?”

  My cell started to beep. It was Prez calling me back.

  “Fuck, I have to take this call.”

  Ava broke away from me and took the towel off at the door. Her back and her bare ass was something to die for.

  She disappeared and went to the bathroom.

  I took the phone call.

  “Prez, what is it?”

  “Jace… it’s not good news… not for Ava…”

  chapter seventeen

  (ava)

  *NOW*

  The outlaw had a spare room. He also had the decency to take me to my apartment where he let me grab as much clothing as I could. Jace hadn’t really spoken to me since our time in his bedroom. I didn’t think much of it after the first day, but it was now three days later. Each morning coffee was prepared, along with a heaping pile of scrambled eggs.

  The outlaw knew how to cook.

  He was always gone, sent me text messages, usually telling me to stay at his house. The cryptic feeling he gave off did not make me feel very safe. Nor did his distance. It was like he was mad at me for something. I asked him what was wrong the night before last and he stood up from the kitchen table and took a bottle of whiskey to bed.

  Now it was approaching midnight and I sat up in bed, scared half to death.

  On top of all of that, I hadn’t heard from my father. It was safe to assume my father was kidnapped or dead. It left me wondering how to actually feel. How could everything just blow up like it did? There had been some bad times but never like this. I wanted to cry for my father but part of me was just plain angry. While I didn’t mind the company of a sexy outlaw like Jace it was just hard to accept.

  The door opened to the house a little after one.

  My door was slightly open as I sat there.

  Just like the other nights Jace came to check on me. That had to mean something, right? The door opened and Jace stood there, looking roughed up and sweaty. His hand curled around the door and I saw his knuckles. They were ripped open and bloody.

  “What happened?”

  “A little discussion on things,” Jace said.

  “What does that mean? Did you find my father?”

  “No,” he said. “But I found out something.”

  “What?”

  “The car you saw was the same car that went after my club. Took out the prospects.”

  “Okay… I thought…”

  “The driver was Frank,” Jace said with his lip curled. “The man who had your father begging for his life.”

  My chest tightened. “My father is dead, isn’t he?”

  “Either that or he’s in on it,” Jace said. “The club is going to want to talk to you, sweetie. Get ready for it. My protection only goes so far. Right now, this is a mission of revenge. I need you to think long and hard about where your father could be. Just don’t lie, sweetie. That’s all I can say. I’m worn out.”

  As he slipped away I couldn’t let him go. So I called his name and he looked back at me.

  “Please tell me about your hand.”

  “You want to hear the story of how I ripped an old lady out of a burning car to become the town hero?”

  “Is that what happened?”

  “No,” Jace said. “I punched a fucking tree.”

  “What?”

  “The prospect… his funeral was today. Twenty years old. Gone. I had to watch his grandmother put flowers on his casket because his mother died five years ago. Imagine burying your kid and grandkid. Shit like that doesn’t sit well with me. So I punched a tree.”

  “Did it help?” I asked.

  Jace flexed his fist. “No, it fucking hurt.”

  Jace disappeared again. I heard a door slam followed by the sound of the shower being turned on. That instantly turned me on. I caught myself throwing the sheets off my body. Jace had just shown me a piece of his heart. That he could feel pain. It made the outlaw seem a little more human.

  I put my feet on the floor and walked toward the door. I bit my lip and dared myself to do it. To go after Jace. Our connection was strong. He was suffering just like I was.

  When I found the bathroom door unlocked, I knew I had my sign.

  I opened and peeked inside. I saw Jace standing at the shower, beautifully naked. His back was cut with heavy muscle, cascading down to his ass. Two steel like cheeks that were the support for strong legs.

  He had his hands in the water, rinsing off the blood. Then he reached with his right hand and ran it through his hair. Water dripped down in between his shoulder blades. I watched the droplet run down and I licked my lips, wanting to taste it. Wanting to taste all of Jace.

  I stepped forward but froze in place when I saw Jace’s hand reach between his legs. All I could see was his back, but his muscles were flexing, and I knew what he was doing. My mouth fell open, realizing he was jerking off.

  So I stood there and enjoyed the scenery but knew I had to make a move. Get away or get involved.

  I wanted to get involved. I wanted to touch him.

  I stepped forward and took the huge risk by touching his back with my left hand. Jace let out a groan and sigh and his hand left his body. I gently pressed my lips to his back and kissed him.

  “I’m here, outlaw,” I whispered.

  I felt bold. I felt wild. Shit, I felt sexy. I never got to feel sexy.

  Every muscle in Jace’s back tensed up as I slid my hand around his body.

  I traced the lines of his stomach muscles down and through the soft thatch of pubic hair. My fingers crept along the steel rod of his cock.

  Holy fuck, he was rock hard.

  I gripped his cock the best I could and ran my thumb up and back over the head of his dick. Then I started to jerk him off. My left hand clawed at his side. My body was on fire from the inside out. My nipples were hard, achy as they pressed against my bra. I pressed my body against his as I held his dick tight, stroking him as hard and fast as I could.

  My lips pressed to his solid back again. My tongue flickered forward, sampling the taste of his sweat. An outlaw’s sweat. A real man’s sweat. Sweat that was earned through living.

  I let out a groan as I scaled him root to tip.

  I felt Jace pump forward at my hand.

  “Yes,” I purred. “Fuck, Jace, yes.”

  Jace reached back with both hands and grabbed my waist. He dug his fingers hard into me, making me shiver. I was fucking soaking wet by then. My panties pulling up inside me even. I felt like I was losing my damn mind. All this bad shit happening around us and yet I was focused on making this man come into my hand.

  His hands eased around to my ass and cupped tight.

  I slipped my other hand around to join the fun. With my left hand, I gripped the thick root tight. My right hand went wild on his shaft. Pumping and stroking as hard as I could. My entire body gently bounced against his body. The water poured from the shower still, the steam thick like a blanket, water splashing against my hands and arms. My mouth tasted his back over and over. My teeth touched his hard muscle. I couldn’t contain myself as I groaned, loving that I could pleasure him. His hands dug hard to my ass, keeping my lower half tight to his body. />
  He then started to give little thrusts, growling each time my hand slid over the head of his cock. I could literally feel his shaft getting more and more full. I hurried and shifted myself to the right, looking around his muscular arm. I could finally see my hand stroking his cock.

  Up and back… up and back…

  Jace sucked in a breath.

  When he let out a groaning hiss, he started to come.

  My hand moved up his shaft as the first spurt of semen shot across the shower. Through the water. Hitting the wall. The sight of it made me whimper. The second shot was just as powerful. I slid my hand up to the head of his cock and stayed there, pumping the rest of his seed into my hand. Felth its squishy warmth. Rubbing it all over him.

  It was maybe the hottest thing I had ever done with a man before.

  Jace was still tense as I stroked him, even after his cock was done spilling.

  I slowly took my hands away from him. My right hand was covered in cum.

  Jace took a deep breath. “You’re going down a long road, sweetie. Tempting me.”

  “I don’t care, Jace,” I said. “I have nothing else to lose. Hell, I’m lost. You tell me to stay here and you tell me nothing else. I feel like you half threaten me yet you half care about me. I knew something like this was going to happen someday and now it’s here. So maybe I’m just numb. Maybe I can’t feel a thing, Jace. Maybe I want you to make me feel something.”

  Jace turned his head and looked at me. “That’s what you want from me? You think I’m some bad ass criminal outlaw. I’m no good. What would a beautiful woman like you want with me?”

  “I feel something,” I whispered. “I can’t explain. Every time I see you, I feel… connected. Or maybe I’m just that scared. Whatever. Keep me in the dark then, Jace. Do whatever you want. I’m just numb.”

  I started to step back and Jace grabbed my wrist.

  “Numb,” he said. “Fucking tell me if you feel this, sweetie.”

  Jace pulled me and he stepped out of the way… throwing me into the shower… with all my clothes on.

  chapter eighteen

  (jace)

  *TWO DAYS AGO*

  “I’m not going down that road,” I said in front of a full table. “We need to find her father. We need to go to the source.”

  “What is it about her?” Gage asked. “I’m just throwing it out there. You know, what, nothing of her?”

  “I know enough,” I said. “There’s something there, brother. She’s a pawn. The things she’s said to me about her old man and this Frank guy. It’s not good. If you want my two cents, I think her mother was murdered by Frank. Or someone connected to this shit.”

  “What the fuck does that have to do with the club?” Sid asked. “Not trying to be rude here.”

  “You’re right, Prez,” I said. “Her mother’s murder probably has nothing to do with the MC. Neither does her father, Frank, whatever. The fact is we went after some cash and now it’s kicking back at us. Ava has nothing to do with that cash. She’s tried to find her father and can’t. She’s terrified. You think I want some woman in my house? In my life?”

  Maybe I do, but that is a whole other situation I refuse to talk about.

  “Get rid of her then,” Gunner said.

  “And do what?” I asked. “Kick her out? She’d end up kidnapped. She might talk about the MC. I’m forcing myself to keep her there. Keep her with me.”

  “Yeah, twisting your fucking arm,” Diesel said.

  “Twisting your dick,” Luka added.

  The table started to laugh.

  I was ready to take out my gun and start shooting.

  Killing your own brothers? Because they’re giving you shit about a woman?

  That’s what I had become. They were all right though. I barely knew Ava. Seeing her in the store wasn’t the first time I ever saw her. Bishop was small enough of a town that nobody was really considered a stranger. But to actually get to know her a little. Seeing this beautiful woman wrapped up in the tragedy of her mother’s murder and then thrust into her father’s bullshit business.

  “Okay, okay,” Sid said. “Everyone take a breath for a second. If we’re getting kick back for taking that cash, it falls on my shoulders. I gave the order to go after that money. So now we need to protect ourselves first and second, figure out this thing with Jake, his store, and how his daughter plays into it.”

  “Agreed,” I said. “I’ve pressed Ava for everything she could tell me. We have everything we could get. I say we hit the streets and start spreading the word. See if anyone knows Frank or Jake or something. Flush him out.”

  “Right out of Bishop,” Gage said.

  “He’s already fucking gone,” Diesel said. “I went by the store this morning. The same family emergency sign is in the window. Fucking place is dead if you ask me.”

  “What are the odds that Frank and Jake are together?” Luka asked.

  “I hate to throw this in, but what about Ava?” Logan asked. “Can we trust her? Is she in this more than we know?”

  Again, I felt the anger rise up in me. Shit, it wasn’t just anger but jealousy. These feelings never happened inside me.

  Sid looked at me, waiting for me to flip shit.

  I just shrugged my shoulders. “What do I say to that? I’ve made my point clear. if there’s any question or doubt, then speak it. Make a decision. Take a fucking vote.”

  “There’s one thing we can do,” Sid said. “We can talk to her. Let me and a few others see what she says.”

  “Scare her,” I said.

  “No. Just make sure we’re reassured on her answers.”

  “That’s fine, Prez. Club first.”

  “There’s one other thing,” Gage said. He looked at me with regret in his eyes. “We can use her.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “You said it yourself, Jace,” Gage said. “If you toss her out she might get kidnapped. Why don’t we test it out?” Gage put a hand up at me. “But we’re in control. If we send her out there and Frank or her father swoops in, we’ll be right there to help her.”

  “That’s risky,” I said.

  “What does she mean to the MC?” Diesel asked.

  “Fuck you,” I yelled.

  “Easy now,” Sid said. “Let’s think this out. We know this shit is connected. I made a couple phone calls and I’m waiting for call backs. If nothing comes of the calls, then we do Gage’s plan.” Sid looked at me and nodded.

  I had no choice. I couldn’t fight the MC. Shit, they were right anyway. There was no use in fighting it. Whatever this shit was I felt for Ava… it had to go.

  One thing was for sure - I could not fall for her.

  chapter nineteen

  (ava)

  *NOW*

  My jeans and panties were in the shower, balled up on the ground, soaking wet. My shirt clung to my body, showing the full shape of my breasts. Jace had a hand to my lower back, positioning himself right at me. His mouth kissed from my neck to my mouth to my ear. He had one question for me. In his rough outlaw voice he wanted to know if I was protecting myself. Meaning birth control.

  I never missed my daily pill, even if my sex life had never been all that giving.

  But right then, it was like I hit the fucking jackpot.

  Jace placed his thick head to my throbbing hole and wasted no time in thrusting forward, tearing me open. He sunk deeper by the second inside me, forcing me open to a width I never thought possible. He thrust to the hilt and held there. I was pinned against the wall in the shower, the water pounding against our side. His forehead touched mine and our eyes were locked.

  “Still feel nothing?” he growled.

  “Fuck,” I groaned.

  “That’s what I thought.”

  Jace pulled back and fucked forward again. It felt like he went deeper. He started to fuck me harder, his hands holding my hips. I wrapped my legs around his body, truly being in the arms of the outlaw.

  Each hard thrust brought w
aves of burning pleasure that began in my core and was sent through my body. I placed my hands to his chest, feeling the slippery muscles. Jace was the hottest fucking guy I’d ever seen in my life. And to think for years I watched him ride with the Bitter Aces and just wrote him off as some piece of shit criminal.

  Jace grabbed at my legs and forced me to stand. He gently slid his huge cock out of my body. My toes were curled and my hips rocking, begging for more of his touch.

  Jace shoved his hands up my shirt, fighting through the wetness.

  “Fuck this,” he growled.

  Next thing I knew Jace had his hands on the outside of my shirt and grabbed the top of my shirt. He ripped my shirt in half like it was a piece of paper. Then he tore at my bra, his fingers moving as lightning speed, opening it. He ripped the bra down my arms and tossed it out of the shower.

  “Fuck yes,” he said. “That’s what I fucking want to see, sweetie.”

  I put my hands to the tiled wall as Jace cupped my breasts. He bent his knees and thrust forward, his beautiful dick rubbing against my center. I felt the definition of everything sliding against my labia.

  “You want it, get it,” he said to me.

  His thumbs slid across my nipples. I let out a whimper. My entire body was sensitive. I peeled my shaking left hand from the wall and reached between my legs. I touched the bottom of his thick shaft and pressed it against my pussy. Jace thrust and entered me. The sensation was as intense as the first time. I kept my fingers there, feeling his cock move against my fingers as he entered me all the way.

  He went slow and he went deep.

  His lips brushed against mine and then he started to kiss down.

  Jace didn’t settle until he latched to my left breast. His tongue made circles around my nipple before he flicked his tongue in all directions. Each time he did so, a tingling rage shot down between my legs. He had found a way to connect my entire body into one constant stream of pleasure. He wasn’t just fucking my pussy… he was fucking my everything.