“Thank you, Sarah,” Casey said, collapsing in the barstool.
Reaper walked back into the club an hour after meeting with Death and Mack. They’d heard some rumors that they were trying to check out about who may have called the hit in on Sarah and Josh. He was already in a mood because not only had Lock given him more bullshit about being pussy whipped, but Death and Mack had joined him. It was grating on his nerves. He couldn’t help that he was addicted to a certain tiny raven-haired woman. His dick didn’t seem to be interested in anyone but her.
If the damned thing wasn’t hard constantly whenever he was near her, he’d think something was wrong with it. But it stayed hard for her, like right now it was throbbing because it had been almost six hours since he’d touched her. He walked by the first few tables and then he saw her and his teeth clenched, snapping together. He began moving in her direction when one of the regulars, George, caught her around the waist. He saw red. That motherfucker had his hands on Reaper’s woman.
He stormed across the room to hear her thanking the son of a bitch. He couldn’t believe she was fucking thanking him for touching her. Oh, fuck no! He was on him in a second, grabbing him out of his chair and slamming him into the table he’d been sitting at, ignoring Sarah’s screams for him to stop. He was killing this dick and he didn’t give a fuck if she liked him. He didn’t have the right to put his hands on Reaper’s woman.
He punched George twice in the face. Sarah tried to grab him off of the man and he glared at her. Lock grabbed her, pulling her back as she screamed for them to stop him but that wasn’t fucking happening. They knew better than to get between him and the fucker who’d touched her.
Somehow her hoarse screams seemed to penetrate the fog of his anger. “Stop, damn it, stop! Reaper, he was saving me from falling on my face!”
He stopped hitting George, who hadn’t tried to fight back and instead had just defended himself. He saw the two black eyes and the bloody nose he’d given George as he stepped back, feeling a bit more of the fury drain away. He hadn’t known that the man was trying to help her. He had just seen him touch her and that wasn’t something he could allow. No one touched her but him.
“Get him cleaned up and take care of his tab,” Reaper growled, then met George’s swollen eyes with his own. “Nobody touches her.”
“Yeah, I got that,” George said with a weary laugh as he spit blood on the floor.
“Thanks,” Reaper finally managed.
George nodded, “Sure.”
Reaper went to Sarah, grabbing her arm and dragging her toward the office. “Stop manhandling me, Reaper! I can walk,” she told him, anger evident in her tone. He didn’t give a shit. She shouldn’t have been out there in the main club and he was going to find out what the fuck she’d been thinking. He shoved her into the office ahead of him and stormed in behind her. He went to the desk and locked the doors. Turning to her, he glared.
“What the hell were you doing out there, Sarah?”
“Helping. They were swamped and needed a break. You have to hire another waitress because nights like tonight are too busy for just the two of them,” Sarah told him, her hands on her hips as she stared him down.
Oh, it was like that, was it? His anger swarmed him and he wanted to spank her little ass. “You are not to be in the main club when it’s busy and you know that, Sarah.”
“No, I don’t work as a waitress, but that has nothing to do with me being in the club, Reaper.” He narrowed his eyes and began stalking her. She backed away, proving she was a very smart girl.
“I know I told you not to serve drinks in this bar again,” he growled, backing her into the wall.
“Reaper, stop acting like a damned bully! I was only helping because they needed it. You can get the fuck over it. And that macho display of your strength with poor George was completely unnecessary.”
“Was it now?” he asked, his arms on either side of her head as she pressed back into the wall behind her.
“He only grabbed me to save me from slipping in some beer someone had spilled,” Sarah whispered, her amber eyes clouded with uncertainty. Her breathing was coming in short little pants, and her hands pressed against his chest to push him back. He didn’t budge an inch when she shoved at him.
“He wouldn’t have needed to catch you at all if you weren’t out in the club, now would he?” he growled, grabbing her hips and jerking her to him.
“Reaper, you’re being a jerk.”
His mouth crashed into her devouring her lips, his tongue thrusting inside her mouth to taste, to own. Another man had touched her and he needed to reassert his claim on her because he was an idiot. He couldn’t seem to stop himself from pressing her back into the wall with his hand under the skirt she was wearing, his fingers seeking her wet entrance as he savaged her lips with kisses.
Sarah moaned, arching into Reaper. She was so mad at him right now but somehow the man could turn her into his sex slave with only a few well-timed kisses. She allowed his hand to brush against her wet heat and cried out when he began jerking his clothes off. His kisses wild and needy, it was as if he were trying to erase the other man from her mind. Not that he needed to; she didn’t see any man but him.
His hands cupped her ass and he jerked her panties off. His kisses moved down the side of her neck as he nipped her skin, making her moan. He lifted her and she felt the head of his cock enter her slowly. It slid into her in a smooth thrust of his hips.
She let out a gasp and clutched his shoulders. He began to move his hips, thrusting into her as she let out moans of needy pleasure. His tongue dipped into the hollow of her throat and he nipped the skin before thrusting hard into her, grunting with the effort.
“Mine. Sarah, this hot little pussy is mine,” he growled against her skin as he took her hard and fast against the wall. “Say it.”
“Yours, Reaper,” she told him, unable to deny the need she saw in his eyes. He was seriously jealous, she realized, like crazy, insanely jealous. It made her heart beat in happiness to know that he was just as wrapped up in her as she was in him.
She couldn’t say that she hadn’t felt this same possessiveness every time she’d seen him talking to Candy. The woman was always touching him. She hated it, but Reaper never seemed to notice. Sarah did and she wanted to rip the woman’s hair out by her bleached blonde roots every single time. She felt him nip her neck.
“Where’d you go, woman! I’m fucking you, pay attention.” He was frowning and she couldn’t help it, she started laughing. That made the frown turn into a scowl but she couldn’t stop.
He squeezed her ass hard, his fingers digging into the skin, his hips still moving as he pulled back and shoved inside her. She tried to stop laughing but somehow that comment had tickled her and she couldn’t seem to stop laughing. “Damn it! I’m trying to make you come and you’re fucking laughing. Stop.”
“I– I can’t help it, I– I love you,” she told him and suddenly everything seemed to freeze. She’d told him she loved him. Oh fuck. He was going to freak out over that, she thought, frantically wishing she could take it back.
Reaper felt a savage sense of satisfaction overtake him at her words. His body stilled and he was too overwhelmed by the dark lust that overcame him to even move. Then he was slamming back into her so hard he was afraid he’d hurt her. She moaned and clung to him as he pulled back and began to drive them both towards a frantic climax.
“Mine, you’re mine. Mine.” He grunted with every thrust into her, feeling the ripples of her impending orgasm hovering. He growled; he owned her and she would never belong to another. Not that he would have let her after she agreed to wear his patch, but if she loved him, as loyal as she was he’d never lose her. And that meant that he got to keep her and his son and that was what he wanted, no, needed.
His mouth sucked on her shoulder leaving a mark on her there to warn anyone that might think of touching her that she wasn’t available. He had wanted for weeks to mark her everywhere, to own her bod
y and soul. Now, he didn’t have to worry about it, but he found as he took her that he felt no less savage in his intensity when it came to her.
It frightened him how much satisfaction her loving him created inside him. He was too wrapped up in her, he needed some distance, but the idea of letting her have space made him fucking nuts. He pumped into her, hearing her scream his name into his ear in a wailing cry of pleasure before he came in a hard burst of ecstasy. His body slowing down before coming to a halt, he looked into her satisfied face and knew he’d have to put a stop to this before he ended up getting hurt.
Chapter 18
Reaper had been trying to put some distance between him and Sarah all week and it wasn’t working. He was still too close. He couldn’t seem to stay away from her. He would plan to hang with the guys and end up headed home after an hour to fuck her because he couldn’t stand it.
His men called him a pussy whipped idiot and he’d decided enough was enough. He wasn’t going to put up with this shit anymore. He wanted to show them that they didn’t know what the fuck they were talking about.
Hammer was sitting at the table laughing with Rebel. “I know you’ll refuse, but we’re having a party with Candy in the private room, want to join us?” Hammer asked, already standing up.
“Yeah, let’s go,” Reaper replied and Rebel looked surprised, angry even.
“Sarah’s here tonight, remember,” Rebel told him.
“I fucking know that Sarah’s here, asshole, your point?” he growled.
“Nothing. Well, come on then,” Rebel said, shaking his head.
He followed them into the private room. Candy entered a few minutes later with Dex following her. Reaper stood next to the booth remembering Sarah’s shy strip tease in this room the day he’d met her. Candy smiled at him before getting on the table.
“You ready, boys?” she asked seductively.
Reaper wasn’t interested. He couldn’t even muster a semi for the woman. She began to dance to the music that was pumping from the speakers and Reaper’s gaze was on her feet. She was wearing blue sandals that reminded him of the ones Sarah had worn the first time he’d fucked her. It made him think of the dominatrix boots she was wearing tonight with a short leather skirt she’d bought the last time she went shopping with her friend.
Thinking about bending her over his desk and sliding that skirt up so that he could fuck her from behind in those boots made his cock throb. He wanted to go find Sarah but he didn’t want to hear the bullshit that they would give him if he did.
Sarah was done filing the club paperwork and decided to go find Reaper. Standing, she stretched her sore muscles. She was tired. Maybe he’d take her back to the loft early tonight. She walked out of the office to the booth he was normally sitting at.
Bull walked by and she asked, “Where’s Reaper?”
“The private room,” he said, looking annoyed, then turned back to the stage watching Trixie strip. Sarah wasn’t sure what the heck his problem was. He was always nice to her but for some reason tonight he’d been ticked about something. She headed toward the private room wondering what the hell Reaper was doing in there. That room was normally reserved for club parties. She didn’t like the thought that he was in there. She walked back down the hall and pushed open the door.
Sarah stared at the scene before her. Candy was stripping on the table while Reaper, Rebel, Dex and Hammer were watching. Candy was taking off her skirt and when she saw Sarah, she smiled like a cat who had lapped up all the cream. Sarah must have made some other sound because Reaper whipped around looking towards the door.
Sarah wanted to punch him in the face. After the stunt he’d pulled a few days ago with George, the guy who’d touched her ass, he was in this room with her. She couldn’t believe that he was acting like this after he’d patched her. Why was he in here with her? She knew that there were other men in the room with them but for this club, she knew that didn’t always matter. Was Reaper planning to fuck her? How could he do this to her when he went apeshit when some other man so much as laid a finger on her. Reaper stood, moving towards the doorway.
He was unsure what Sarah was here for but he felt suddenly guilty for being here with another woman. That made him mad because he was in this room watching Candy to show these fuckers and her that he wasn’t fucking pussy whipped.
Not that he was enjoying watching Candy strip. Honestly, it did little for him, which fucked with his head. He was too wrapped up in Sarah and he’d realized it the other night when she’d told him she loved him. He was becoming too addicted to her.
Just the sight of her standing in the doorway looking pale and angry made him horny as a fucking rabbit. He wanted to scoop her up and take her back to his loft and fuck her senseless for hours. It was like she’d somehow tuned his dick to only respond to her and her sexy as sin body.
“What is it, Sarah?” he asked rudely, pissed that he was feeling guilty about being here. He was also horny and knew he couldn’t do anything about it without looking like he was a fucking pussy.
“Are you seriously asking me that right now, Reaper?” she demanded, glaring at him.
“Just tell me what the fuck you want. I’m fucking busy right now.”
“Really! Are you freaking kidding me? What the fuck is this, Reaper?” Sarah waved to the room at large.
“It’s a show, honey, and you’re interrupting,” Candy replied evilly.
She didn’t want to see the smirk that was on Candy’s face but it was all she could see at the moment. The woman had warned Sarah he’d get tired of her and she’d foolishly thought that when he’d patched her it meant that he was hers and she didn’t have to worry about shit like this.
She was really pissed now. He was standing here looking at her like she was an annoying pest he just wanted to get rid of. He was likely annoyed that she was here and because of that he couldn’t go back over and play with that fucking stripper.
“Is there a reason you barged in here or not, Sarah?” Reaper asked. Sarah glared at him and he heard Hammer whisper loudly, pussy whipped. His hands balled into fists. He wasn’t fucking whipped, she was just a woman and they were a dime a dozen in his world.
“No, there wasn’t. I want to know why the hell it’s okay for you to fuck around, but I can’t. I hate to break this to you, jackass, but if you can then I can too,” Sarah screamed. There were tears in her amber eyes and all he wanted to do was to hold her, to soothe her. And that was just fucked up. He was a damned biker for fuck’s sake, not a fucking nursemaid.
What she said had actually penetrated his head, making it pound with the urge to kill. She better not let another man touch her while she was wearing his fucking patch. He’d fucking murder the son of a bitch and then he’d teach her not to think she didn’t belong to him. She loved him, damn it. She shouldn’t be thinking about screwing another man.
It would shock her if she knew the things he wanted to do to her. He’d barely started teaching her who owned her, but if she let another man touch her then all bets were off. He’d fucking show her why they called him Reaper and then he’d fuck her so hard she’d never forget he owned her again.
Grabbing her arm when she turned, jerking her back, she tumbled into his chest, her amber eyes lit with fire. He got right in her face, his lips only a breath from hers.
“I wouldn’t fucking try that, Sarah. There are different rules for me than there are for you. You agreed to wear my patch and that means you belong to me and only to me.”
“So you keep telling me, Reaper. I think you’re just a dick,” she said, jerking her arm away from him. He let her go because he didn’t want to hurt her. She shook her head, an oddly solemn look on her face, then she stormed out the door, slamming it behind her without looking back.
He stared at the door for several moments wanting to go after her. He would show her that she was his and then he’d fuck her over his desk in that skirt and those boots like he’d been fantasizing about earlier. Stiffening his spine, he
turned and went back over to the booth where he’d been sitting. He had wanted some space and her anger would put some distance between them, which was good. At least that’s what he told himself.
“Turn the fucking music on, assholes. I thought this was a fucking party,” he growled, knowing if he followed her they’d think she’d taken his balls when she’d taken his patch. He wasn’t going to be the guy they made into a joke over a piece of ass. He cringed inside thinking of Sarah that way because somehow he knew she was so much more than that.
“You heard the man,” Rebel called out, even as he shook his head and frowned. The music was again pumping into the room and Candy grinned widely and began dancing again. Candy was dancing, but he wasn’t really paying attention. He wasn’t interested in her rather large tits when she threw her bikini top at Hammer’s head. He leaned back into the booth thinking about fucking Sarah in those boots. It had been about fifteen minutes when he suddenly sat up.
His mind turning over the scene by the door and the look on Sarah’s face, he suddenly got a really bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He replayed the way she’d looked at him while he’d asked her what she wanted. Sarah had been mad, madder than he’d ever seen her. He thought of the way she’d jerked away from him, the look on her face when she left the room, and the feeling of unease spread because he realized that at that moment she hadn’t looked mad at all. No, then she’d looked determined. He was on his feet before he thought about it.
“Hey, where are you going, boss?” Hammer asked.
“I need to make sure Sarah isn’t going to do something stupid,” Reaper growled, ignoring the laughter and the hisses of confirmation that he was pussy whipped as he headed for the door. He’d bet his life that Sarah was going to do something that would make them both regret it. He walked out heading to the office, hoping she’d be in there. He opened the door and cursed when he saw an empty room.
He headed to the bar. He motioned Rabbit, tonight’s bartender, over. “You and the boys need some more drinks already?” Rabbit said with a chuckle.
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