Reaper’s Property_Valley Reapers MC

by Kathryn Thomas

  Logan leaned forward, laying me on my back on the couch and crawled on top of me. His tongue was in my mouth, and he ran his hand down my side, tracing my body. Everywhere he touched me, my skin caught fire, and I shivered. Heat washed over my body and pooled between my legs.

  Logan started grinding against me, rubbing his hard dick against my crotch, and it was impossible to miss how turned on he was.

  “You’re very loving tonight,” I mumbled through kisses.

  “It’s such a turn on when you’re as involved in my life as you are,” Logan said, and I chuckled, but I wasn’t able to say anymore.

  I reached down, pushing my hand in between our bodies and Logan shifted a little to the side to make space for me. I pushed my hand into his pants and wrapped my hands around his dick. The skin was hot and smooth, and I slid my hand up and down slowly.

  He groaned and closed his eyes for a moment. The pants were restricting, but I didn’t want to stop. His cock became wetter as I rubbed him, alternating between fast and slow. My hand slipped over his cock, spreading the wetness that leaked out the tip, a sign of how turned on he was.

  I let go of his cock and Logan pressed himself tightly against me again. He wrapped his arms around me and moved his body against mine, mimicking sex. We lay on the couch, writhing and grinding against each other, fucking each other through our clothes.

  The house creaked around us as the wind picked up and Logan stopped to listen. We didn’t know the sounds of the house, and after the messages Logan had received, telling us Maxwell knew we were on the move, we couldn’t be sure we were out of danger.

  When Logan was sure everything was safe, he ground himself against me again.

  “I want to be inside you,” he said.

  I nodded. I wanted it, too. The desire was so strong neither of us could stand it anymore. We sat up. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to catch my breath while Logan walked to the front door and checked that it was locked. He worked his way through the ground floor, checking the windows and doors. When he was happy, he came back to me and kissed me.

  Logan took me by the hand and led me upstairs. As tempting as it was to have him take me right there on the couch, it wasn’t our house, and it was better to take the bedroom.

  The room was small but well-decorated. I didn’t see much of it. Logan was on me the moment we closed the door behind us. He pressed me up against the wall, running his hands down my arms and pinning them above my head. I gasped. He held my wrists with one hand. He pushed the other hand into my pants after undoing it with skill and his fingers found my clit. He rubbed my clit for a while until I moaned. He pushed his hands deeper into my pants and pushed his fingers into me.

  “You’re so wet,” he growled out.

  I couldn’t help it. Logan was so hot when he was demanding and controlling like this. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, he let go of me and took me to the bed, gently pushing me onto my back.

  Logan pulled my pants off, taking the panties with them and dropped them on the floor. He dove between my legs, his arms wrapped around my thighs, and I cried out as his tongue flicked over my clit. He licked me from my clit to my entrance and back, driving me wild. I writhed on the bed but he held me in place with his arms around my thighs, and I couldn’t get away.

  Not that I would have if I could.

  The first orgasm shattered me in no time at all, and I bucked my hips against Logan’s face. He didn’t let up on my clit, licking and sucking me as I fell apart.

  When it was over, Logan looked at me from between my legs, his chin slick with my sex and he grinned. I let go of my legs and pushed my shirt up. I took over, pulling my shirt off and unclasping my bra. He moved up on the bed, closing my legs and straddling them, so I was trapped. When he held me down like this, it only pushed me closer and closer to the edge. He was so hot.

  Logan massaged my breasts and squeezed them. They were tender now that I was pregnant but he was gentle with them. He leaned down and licked my nipples, drawing circles around them one by one. I put my hand lightly on his head, my fingers in his dark hair and closed my eyes, giving myself over to the feeling. Logan was worshipping my body, making me feel beautiful and delicate.

  When he looked up at me, smiling, he kissed me again.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, and despite him having seen me naked so many times, I blushed.

  Logan sat up and shifted back, so he wasn’t on my legs anymore. His eyes ran over my body. He traced every inch of me like a physical touch, and I shivered. When he put his hands on my belly, I leaned up on my elbows.

  “I’m starting to show,” I said.

  Logan nodded. “I can see that. Everything is a little rounder, a little softer.” He pushed his hands up to my breasts. “Bigger and fuller.”

  “It’s only going to get worse from here.”

  Logan shook his head. “Don’t say that – there’s nothing bad about your body changing when you’re pregnant. I can tell you how fucking sexy you are.”

  “Really?” I asked. Lately, my pants had started getting tighter, and the truth was I felt chubby.

  “Really. Let me show you.”

  He stood up and unzipped his pants, dropping them to the floor. His cock was erect, the thick flesh straining toward me, the tip slick with lust. Logan palmed his flesh. “I wouldn’t be this turned on if you weren’t so sexy. Seriously, I can’t control myself around you.”

  I sat up. Logan always made me feel like I was a queen and it was beautiful. I wrapped my fingers around his dick and looked up at him before I sucked his cock into my mouth. I wanted to return the favor he had just bestowed on me.

  Logan groaned when I sucked on him. I glanced up at him, giving him big eyes while my lips were stretched around his dick.

  “Holy fuck, Hazel,” Logan bit out and pushed his hand into my hair, closing it, so he had a fistful of the stuff between his fingers. He guided me as I fucked him with my mouth, taking him in deeper and deeper until my throat constricted and I nearly gagged.

  Logan groaned, cursing and shuddering until he suddenly pulled out.

  “No,” he said. “Not yet.”

  I realized he had been close to coming and I grinned. Logan bent over and kissed me. I tasted my sex on his lips after he had gone down on me. He pushed me backward, and my legs fell open for him. Logan pushed into me, and I gasped as he slid in. He seemed bigger than before. Or maybe I was tighter because I was pregnant.

  Whatever it was, it felt amazing.

  Logan started slow, pushing in and pulling out. He picked up the pace and fucked me harder and harder, pushing up on his elbows on either side of my head, and I moaned and groaned as he hammered into me.

  Another orgasm rocked me, and I cried out. Logan pressed his lips against my mouth.

  “Hush, Amy is sleeping,” Logan reprimanded, and he was right. But it was so damn hard to keep quiet when he pushed me over the edge like this.

  “You’ll just have to shut me up,” I said, smiling.

  “God, I would fuck your mouth again, but your pussy feels too good,” Logan said and pulled out.

  He flipped me over, and I yelped. When I found my balance again, I pushed up on all fours and wiggled my ass for Logan. He grabbed my hips and pushed into me again, and I cried out. I tried to keep quiet, but Logan wouldn’t let me.

  Logan fucked me from behind, and it was incredible. My breasts swung back and forth as he pushed into me and his balls slapped against my clit. The sound of our sex filled the room; the sound of flesh pounding, and our sighs and moans becoming a soundtrack to the night.

  Another orgasm built at my core, slowly spreading through my body this time, where it had been sharp and sudden before. When it overtook me, I felt my walls clamp down on Logan’s dick, my body contracting and releasing, and I felt it in my uterus. I had never felt it before.

  Logan released inside of me; I felt him jerk and twitch, emptying himself out. His fingers dug into my hips, and he grunted.

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nbsp; He stroked in and out of me a few more times, slowly and carefully. I was tender, sensitive and Logan was already started to become soft. When he slipped out of me, I collapsed on the bed.

  Logan lay down next to me, and we were both breathing hard. We looked at each other. Logan’s eyes were hooded, and he flashed me a lazy smile. I was satiated, too. I rolled onto my side, pushing my hands under the pillow I lay on. Logan did the same, so we mirrored each other.

  “I know this isn’t the best scenario,” Logan said, “but I’m glad it’s you here with me.”

  It wasn’t a confession of love by a long shot, but it meant a lot to me that he said it to me.

  I nodded. “I’m glad I’m here, too.”

  In the same night, both Logan and Amy had expressed how glad they were I was with them. It made me feel loved and wanted, and it was a feeling I hadn’t felt before, not the way I felt with them.

  Logan kissed me on the forehead and rolled onto his back, pulled me into the crook of his arm. I put my head on his chest and felt his heartbeat under my cheek. I closed my eyes and listened to its rhythm, my breathing slowing and becoming deeper. I was dimly aware of Logan shifting to pull the covers over us, but by then I had almost drifted off.

  When we were huddled under the covers, and Logan held onto me so tightly, I knew that no matter what was out there, we were safe.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  When I opened my eyes, it was still very early – the room had the silvery quality to it that the world acquired when the sun hadn’t risen yet but it was already light. I shifted, and Logan opened his eyes, too. He was ready, alert.

  “It’s okay,” I whispered.

  “Why are you up?”

  “I didn’t sleep very deeply.” We were in a strange house, and there was danger out there.

  Logan nodded. He shifted and looked down. “We’re still naked.”

  I giggled. “We are. We should get dressed before Amy wakes up.”

  Logan agreed, and we climbed out of bed – finding clothes in the bags we hadn’t bothered to open last night. I put on leggings and an oversized T-shirt. Logan put on boxers and a T-shirt as well.

  When we were dressed, we climbed back into bed, and I took the spot on Logan’s chest that felt like it had been made for me.

  “I love you,” Logan said.

  The confession was so out of the blue it caught me off guard.

  “What?” I asked.

  Logan looked at me, not repeating himself because he knew I had heard him.

  “I love you, too,” I admitted.

  We had never said the words out loud to each other. I had felt it for a while, but I had been nervous to say it when I hadn’t been sure where we were headed in our relationship. I had felt the love from Logan, and it had often been implied, but he hadn’t put it in words, not absolutely.

  Logan pulled me tighter against him and dropped a kiss on my hair. “I wanted you to know. I will do everything I can to keep you and our baby safe.”

  “I know you will.”

  I hadn’t thought once that Logan would be reckless or careless, or allow something to happen to us. I had been terrified that he wouldn’t be able to keep us safe despite his efforts, but I knew he would die for us. I jolted at the thought. But I knew it for a fact; Logan would die for us.

  “What are we going to do?” I asked, referring to our situation.

  “I’ve been thinking about that… I don’t want the police to take care of this guy just yet. I want to confront him myself.”

  “Is that wise?”

  Logan nodded. “It’s personal now. I want to handle it.”

  Maybe it was a matter of pride. I knew better than to argue.

  “How will you be safe?” I asked instead.

  “Emmerson will help.”

  Logan had gone to Emmerson before, and apparently, the man had invested himself in our situation because he had lost a son. Logan had only summarized it for me.

  “Earl will give us backup in case something goes wrong. I’m not going in there without knowing we have a plan B. But I’m tired of this shit, and if someone drops bodies on my turf, I want to see them face-to-face, so they know they fucked with the wrong guy.”

  My stomach turned; I had a bad feeling about it, but there would be no dissuading Logan. The determined look on his face said it all. All I could do was be supportive and hope and pray that nothing went wrong. I couldn’t lose Logan.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Logan

  We couldn’t hide out forever. I had taken the girls away for their safety. If it had been up to me I would have gone in there guns blazing and taken out anyone in my way. But I couldn’t play the game that way anymore, not now that I had Amy and Hazel to protect.

  So, I came up with a new plan. I contacted Emmerson who understood why I needed to confront Maxwell by myself.

  “If it were me, I would have done the same – the man who killed my son would have died a gruesome death,” he’d said.

  We didn’t stay at the safe house much longer with everyone keeping an eye out for Maxwell. There was no way he was going to get close to my women without someone spotting him, and I made sure not to let Amy and Hazel out of my sight. I had removed them from the safe house because I felt we were sitting ducks. The messages I received on the way to the safe house wouldn’t stop bothering me. If Maxwell knew where we were, and he planned to attack, I was too far away from my men to be safe.

  The plan was simple. Until now Maxwell had been in hiding, and we had to lure him out. Emmerson had been the one to suggest the winning plan. He had gotten a couple of his friends along with a couple of my gang members to install cameras on several bridges. It wasn’t exactly legal, but neither was killing artists.

  Once the cameras were in place, they started tagging the walls beneath the overpasses. It didn’t take very long before Maxwell showed himself. Emmerson met me with footage of a man coming out of the shadows shortly after they had tagged a wall, and the video plainly showed a man spraying a skull and the death threat on the fresh tag. The video also contained a vehicle with license plates.

  Aside from the cameras on the bridges, Emmerson did his own bit of digging. He had connections all over the city, people who had been in jail with him, people who had followed him and even people who had once been his enemy.

  “You might be interested to know that the fucker has been running around L.A. in disguise.”

  Emmerson met me in front of the old church again. It seemed to be his favorite spot. He was fully on our side now and eager to help in any way he could.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “He’s been posing as a detective working for precincts in the suburbs. I don’t know how they haven’t figured out who he is yet, but there’s no way he’s a real cop. I asked around – he’s nothing more than a piece of shit.”

  I couldn’t believe it. If Maxwell had been posing as a police officer, it made sense that he managed to get around and commit murder and break the law without getting caught. I was pissed off and impressed all at the same time.

  “We need to take this guy out,” I said. “If he uses his new-found station to get even closer to us than he already is, I’m going to lose my shit, and the result won’t be pretty.”

  Emmerson shook his head. “If it were my family, there would have been blood and gore ages ago.”

  I understood where Emmerson was coming from. The guy was old school – shoot first, ask questions never.

  “I’m going to face this guy and give him a chance to run,” I said. There was nothing as humiliating as someone tucking their tail and running. I was going to put the word out, and the moment his license plates were spotted around town, it was time to dance.

  “I’ll be on call,” Emmerson said.

  I appreciated having Emmerson at my back. He was scary as fuck, but once he was on your side, he was the most powerful contact to have in L.A.

  ***

  The next day, we got the ca
ll. They had spotted Maxwell in no time at all.

  Emmerson came to my place the moment I called. It was as if he had been on the streets in my area already.

  “He’s been spotted near the museum,” I said.

  Emmerson nodded.

  “I’m coming with you,” Hazel said, coming up behind us.

  I shook my head. “No way, it’s too dangerous.”

  “I’m an artist, Logan. I want to know why my art is a reason to kill me.”

  I started to protest, telling Hazel all the reasons why she shouldn’t be with me, but Emmerson stopped me.