Reaper's Till Death (Devils Rejects MC Book 3)

by Glenna Maynard

  “Quinn…” I breathe out his name, desperately pleading when he removes his fingers and licks them slowly, longing for him to touch me again.

  “You taste like a tomato.”

  “Better than skunk ass,” I tease.

  “Maybe tomato is my new favorite taste aside from your pussy.”

  Thick and long, his erection jerks in his pants.

  “I think you should take these off.”

  “Not yet,” he says. Pushing me onto my back and easing my shorts down over my knees, then leaving them around my ankles, he forces my thighs part. “Spread wide, darlin’. I’m hungry.”

  Circling my clit with his finger, he parts my lips with his other hand, before licking my seam eagerly.

  “Goddamn,” his voice is deep and throaty. “I don’t know what kind of spell you’ve put on me, woman.”

  All I can do is bite my bottom lip and enjoy his lavish affections as I stare up at the moon.

  Chapter Sixteen

  —Reaper—

  I have Harley right where I want her—under me, moaning and gasping in pleasure. Flicking my tongue along the seam of her velvet heat, I love the taste of her. The woman was made for me. Her smart mouth and silliness along with her sexiness drives me crazy. I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want her.

  When all this is over, I will make her mine.

  Her fingers tug on my hair, pulling me closer to the heart of her fire.

  “Oh God, Quinn. Don’t stop. So close.”

  “That’s what I like to hear, sweet ass. My name on your lips.”

  Increasing the gratification, I insert two fingers into her hot cunt.

  Her back arches up and her hips buck, guiding me deeper in. Making a come here motion I find her G-spot. Her body wiggles as her nails scratch down my back. The walls of her pussy grip my fingers hard and tight. Right when she is about to climax I replace my fingers with my tongue, needing to taste her juices as she gets off.

  Licking my lips, I look up at her and the sated expression on her face makes me feel worth millions.

  Her legs are trembling as the aftereffects quake through her body.

  Harley makes quick work of getting my zipper down and my pants pushed down enough to give me freedom to get my cock lined up where I desire to feel her the most.

  “You on the pill?”

  “Yeah, but in the rush to leave home I forgot them.” Her honesty makes me love her more. I know a lot of women would lie in hopes of having my baby. Not that I go around fucking without a condom. I’m too damn eager to be inside her to go get one out of the truck. I need her now. I need to be in her sweet cunt right now.

  “I’ll pull out.”

  “God, Quinn, I don’t care. I want you in me.” She wraps her slender fingers around my girth and guides me in. The exact second the tip enters her tight heat, my motherfuckin’ toes curl. They Goddamn curl, and I feel the sensation travel up my legs and straight to my balls as they go tight as hell.

  Fuck me. I could cum right now, and I’m not even fully seated inside her.

  Wrapping her legs around my waist she hooks her ankles, keeping me from pulling back out. I still, relishing in how good her body feels joined with mine.

  I’m afraid to move. Afraid I will cum and end this moment all too soon.

  With my forehead touching hers, I start to move, sliding in and out at a languid pace.

  “Damn, Harley, you already have me ready to bust a nut, baby.”

  “Harder, Quinn. I’m so—oh God,” she cries out when I pull out and slam back in.

  Faster and harder, we meet one another thrust for thrust. Our hips rub as our bodies slap together. It’s going faster than I intended but she feels too damn good to hold back now.

  Feeling her body tense as another orgasm rocks through her, I am ready to cum. I can’t hold back any longer.

  “Cum with me, Quinn. I want you cumming in me,” she whispers.

  “You’re a dirty girl.” I meet her lips, and she parts them, greeting my tongue so tenderly with her own.

  “You promised to make me a hot sticky mess.” Her hips arch and just as I am cumming all in her sweet hole I hear a twig snap and the next thing I know a shovel is coming straight for my head.

  A shocked expression on Harley’s face is the last thing I see as stars streak through my vision and my world goes completely black.

  Chapter Seventeen

  —Harley—

  I go to scream but no sound leaves my throat as Quinn’s lifeless body slumps over me, his dead weight crushing me.

  The creepy guy from earlier is standing next to the truck wielding a shovel.

  “Come with me willingly, and I will let your boyfriend live,” he says so matter of fact.

  Chills rush over me, fanning down my arms and legs and creeping up the back of my neck.

  I shake Quinn’s shoulder but he’s out cold.

  “What do you want?” I manage to ask.

  “Come with me and I will show you.”

  Everything in me is screaming for me to try to run for help, but where will I run to? Who would I find out here? There’s no one around for miles.

  “And if I don’t come willingly?”

  “I’ll kill you both right now.” His voice is so emotionless. If I thought he was odd before, he is really setting off my warning bells now.

  Somehow, I manage to roll Quin off me. Blood is trickling from a gash on the side of his head, but it doesn’t appear to be too deep.

  I move to pull my shorts up and find my shirt. I can feel Quinn’s release on my inner thighs, hot and sticky just as he promised, and I want to cry. I can only hope he will be okay. I can only hope our first time won’t be our last.

  “Hurry up. Times a wasting.” I don’t know what this dude’s deal is but looking at the ugly snarl he wears on his face, I don’t want to piss him off. The campfire is dying down, and I can’t tell a whole lot about him except that I know he is an ugly person inside and out.

  “I’m moving as fast as I can.”

  Tears burn in the backs of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I need to stay strong. I have the blood of a rebel and we ride free or die trying. Tonight, I guess I am being put to the test. I can’t help but think about my aunt, Karly, better known as Baby. My dad used to tell us stories about her. How badass and take no shit she was.

  I need to be like her. So, I ask myself what she would do. Immediately, I know she’d do anything to survive and then she would rain down hell on her enemy.

  I plan my movements slowly and deliberately praying that by some miracle Quinn wakes up and takes this bastard out.

  “I need to get my medicine,” I lie. If given the opportunity I will get the knife Quinn had in his glovebox and save myself.

  “No time.” His voice is gruff.

  “Please. I’m diabetic,” I lie further.

  “You better not be lying.”

  I shake my head. “I’m not. I swear. I think I left it in the truck.”

  “Then I’ll get it.” He doesn’t give me time to argue. He opens the truck door and starts pilfering through our things.

  I nudge Quinn with my foot lightly, but he doesn’t move. He’s still breathing. I can see the steady rise and fall of his chest and it gives me hope.

  Climbing down from the truck, I look around for a weapon. The shovel is on the ground, and I start to make a move to grab it when the asshole slams the door shut.

  “Can’t find it. I’ll take my chances. Momma will know what to do. She’s gonna love you. And your long hair.”

  “Momma?”

  “Stop talking.” He presses his hands to his ears. This guy is certifiable. But maybe if he has a Momma or whatever she can help me get away from him, unless she’s as crazy as he is.

  He grabs my wrist with his gloved hand and jerks me forward.

  “Can I get my shoes?”

  His only response is to grunt and pull me along. The bed of the forest floor shreds the bottoms of my feet.
A stick or a pebble jabs the heel of my foot and I yelp in pain.

  This dick doesn’t even slow down to see that I am okay. Jerk.

  I’m not sure how long we walk for or how far from Quinn we have gone. It is dark, and everything looks the same. The trail we are on isn’t marked.

  Eventually we come to a cabin. I can’t tell much about it from the outside.

  A radio on the porch is playing some old timey banjo picking music.

  He pushes the door open and a dim light spills onto the porch.

  “You live out here in the woods?”

  He doesn’t respond to my question. Only shoves me through the doorway. It’s small and looks to only be two rooms. The sparse amount of light is provided by a kerosene lamp.

  “Be quiet. Momma is resting, and we need to wash that smell off you. Momma won’t like you stinking up her house.”

  There is a tub in the middle of the room.

  “Here change into this.” He shoves a robe at me. “It’s Momma’s but we won’t tell her.” He smiles at me in this strange way that makes my stomach churn.

  He starts tugging on my clothes and I move to comply with his demand.

  As I am changing he latches the door. I don’t know if it to keep me in or Quinn out.

  Thinking of Quinn my heart sinks.

  He has to be okay.

  He just has to be.

  Once I am changed he ushers me to a chair and forces me to sit. Looking around and taking in my surroundings I don’t see anything I can use as a weapon. Bastard probably planned it this way.

  I watch with curiosity as he moves about the room pouring stuff in the tub. He keeps looking over his shoulder to make sure I am still in my seat. At least he hasn’t tied me up or tried anything yet.

  The tub is filled with what appears to be powdered milk, water, and flower petals. This is fucking weird as hell, but I am too scared of what will happen if I don’t do as he says. He may use my body, but he will never have me. This man will never own me in any way that matters.

  Disrobing, the pink silky fabric falls to a puddle behind me. I step into the tub and slowly slink down as he watches with an intense expression on his face.

  Once I am fully submerged in the liquid he circles the tub, squirting honey in various places.

  I don’t dare ask him what in the hell he is doing. I don’t believe I want to know. I feel like I am the lead role in some freaky horror film. Like he is seasoning my skin to eat me or something.

  He hands me a loofah and commands me to wash.

  Doing as I am told, I run the rigid rough material over my arms and along my collarbone.

  “I’ll do your back, my pet.” His calling me pet has bile creeping up my throat.

  “I used to help Momma with her baths. She loved when I’d wash her back.”

  I cringe at his overshare.

  I don’t want to know what else his Momma loves him to do.

  Chapter Eighteen

  —Reaper—

  Sunlight shines down on me as I come to, rubbing at my temples. My head fucking hurts. Everything is a blurred haze. I groan as my head continues to pulse and pound. Sitting up, I feel nauseous and it is about two point five seconds before I am leaning over the side of the truck and vomiting.

  Fuck.

  I look around trying to remember where in the hell I am.

  Rubbing my eyes with my palms, I try to focus.

  Why are my pants down? I must have gotten drunk as hell last night.

  Goddamn that sun is bright. Sweat beads across my brow and down my back. Climbing down from the back of my truck, I stumble around the campsite.

  Opening the tent, the smell of rotten eggs smacks me in the face. A pair of yellow high heels laying off to the side clears the fog from my brain. Harley. Her smile flashes through my head and my chest constricts. The events of last night come rushing back at once.

  Her getting sprayed by the skunk.

  Bathing her in tomato paste.

  Her Smile.

  The way it felt to kiss her.

  How good it felt to hear her moan my name.

  The way it felt when I sank deep inside her.

  Then the intruder and everything going black.

  I fall to my knees and call out her name. “Harley!” I shout her name over and over again as I look for any clues as to where she could be.

  There’s a shovel on the ground. That’s what the bastard knocked me out with. I touch the side of my head. It’s tender but I will live.

  I grab a bottle of water from the cooler and light up a cigarette from the pack I grabbed when I was buying the tomato paste. I need to think but I can’t do that feeling like shit. I find a bottle of painkillers in Harley’s bag and pop four of them.

  Pulling out my phone it’s dead. I plug it into the cigarette lighter in the truck. I need to tell Hades what’s going down. I don’t know if this fucker is her stalker or some random fuck face.

  Taking a hard drag from my cigarette I try to calm down, so I can think rationally. I need to recall every detail about the bastard. They could be anywhere by now.

  I try to eat a pack of crackers, but my stomach is in knots. If anything has happened to her it’s on me.

  I can’t sit around here waiting on my phone to charge. That bastard had a backpack, I would almost guarantee he has a camp or something around here.

  My phone pings with a missed call and messages from Hades.

  I fire off a quick text giving him my location and letting him know some dead motherfucker has Harley.

  My phone rings and I decide it couldn’t hurt to answer the call. Hades may know something useful.

  “Lo.”

  “What the fuck you mean someone took Harley. Outlaw caught her stalker early this morning. The decoy worked. Fucker broke in on the chick and tried to take her. Cocksucker was working for Tiny. BBRMC is asking for our help to take that bastard down once and for all.”

  “I’ve gotta go find Harley. You sending me backup or am I on my own?”

  “I will get Cocky and Terror on the road.”

  “Don’t send that bastard.”

  “You want to find her or not?” he growls.

  “Whatever. I’m going to look for her.”

  “Keep me updated.”

  The call ends and I leave my truck unlocked in case Harley somehow manages to get back here so she can have access to my phone.

  I set off on the first trail I saw that piece of shit on yesterday.

  ——

  I walk for hours in what seems like circles with no leads. I’m hot, pissed, off, and thirsty.

  When I get back to the camp to regroup Cocky and Terror are waiting by my truck.

  Uno is sending us some coordinates he is pulling from maps he thinks may be of interest to search.

  “This wouldn’t have happened on my watch.” Cocky gives me a menacing snarl.

  “You don’t know shit about Harley.” He doesn’t know a damn thing about her. He doesn’t know how sweet she tastes. How damn good she feels cumming on my cock.

  “I know I want her.” He smirks.

  I will see him dead first.

  Terror puts a hand to Cocky’s chest. “Now isn’t the time. You can save that shit until we find her.”

  I glare at Cocky. He better back off.

  Harley is mine.

  I smoke another cigarette while we wait for Uno to get us what we need.

  Terror pulls up a map on his phone.

  Uno sends the coordinates and we decide we will find her a hell of a lot faster if we split up.

  We each take three locations and decide we will meet back here in no longer than twenty-four hours if we come up empty or need to regroup to rescue her.

  After gearing up we set out to our destinations, and I pray like a motherfucker that one of us finds her.

  It takes me three hours to hike to my first destination. It appears to be the remnants of an old cabin that burned some years ago.

  There’s noth
ing here but rotted wood. I poke around the area to be sure but there is nothing to indicate Harley has been here.

  I only turn my phone on long enough to get directions to my next point of interest.

  Mosquitoes are thick in the air as I get closer to water. There’s a waterfall nearby I had wanted to take Harley to. Now I may never have the chance.

  I search the area and move on to the next. By the time I reach the third, it’s nightfall, and I am damn tired.

  It’s a campground. Doesn’t appear to have been used in the last week or more. The ground hasn’t been disturbed outside of me poking around.

  Feeling useless, I make the hike back to the camp and find Terror waiting for me.

  “No luck I take it?”

  “Nada. Came across a few campers. They haven’t seen anyone.”

  “Figures,” I grunt.

  “We’ll find her, man.”

  I run a hand over my head as I flop down in the chair Harley was sitting in yesterday reading her magazine. It’s still laying on the ground where she left it.

  “Here.” He reaches me a jar of moonshine and I take a hearty swig needing something to take the edge off. I’m anxious as a hell. I can’t stand basically sitting here doing nothing.

  “You think Cocky found something?’

  Terror shrugs. “If he’s not back by daybreak we’ll set out together.”

  “I’m taking a nap. Wake me if there are any developments.”

  “You really care about her, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, brother. I do.”

  “We’ll find her. And I wouldn’t sweat Cocky. He’ll move on soon enough.”

  “I’m not worried. Harley’s mine. I know that. And she knows it too.”

  “You claiming her?”

  “Thinking about it once all this shit blows over.”

  “Good for you. Never thought I’d see it happen.”

  “Yeah. Me neither.” I grin thinking about how she will react when I go to her old man and state my intentions.

  I just need to find her safe and sound first. Then Rebel Black can beat me down for fucking his daughter.

  Chapter Nineteen

  —Reaper—

  I didn’t sleep for shit. I probably slept a total of two hours. Cocky hasn’t shown his ugly mug and we can’t reach him on his cell phone.