by Jamie Begley
“Get me to notice stupid shit.”
“I don’t think it’s stupid. I picked them out because I like this shade of blue.”
“I like it, but not enough to talk about it when we’re making out.” Curling his hand around the back of her neck, he pulled her back to his chest.
“Are we making out?” she teased, keeping her hands to her sides.
“I’m trying to, if you’d quit talking about the color of sheets and hold me back.”
“I have a friend who has panic attacks. Sometimes it helps to give her something to concentrate on besides her breathing. I really don’t care about the sheets, either,” she whispered. “And I’m not holding you back, because I don’t want to ruin the moment with you getting sick.”
“I don’t have panic attacks,” he denied.
“Okay … but you kind of do.”
“I don’t.” Reaper lowered his head to nuzzle her neck with his lips. “And the only thing you’re making me is horny.”
The shocked expression on her face had him laughing against her skin.
“Hasn’t anyone talked dirty to you before?”
“Not within my hearing.”
He laughed at her prim tone.
Searching the contours of her neck until he reached her ear, Reaper used his tongue to flick her earlobe. Growling when she started shivering, he pulled her harder against his body. Twisting his face to the side, he found her lips again, driving his tongue inside as he moved his hand to the back of her neck, holding her in place for his hungry mouth.
“Gavin …,” she gasped.
A spring breeze sent the sheets billowing around them as their passion rose higher. Sensations of heat and desire, which he thought never to experience again, had him shaking as much as she was shivering.
Looking over her shoulder, he saw the clips holding the sheet in place. Using the hand on Ginny’s neck, he reached out to press the clips, releasing the blue one behind her.
“The day of T.A’s wedding, I wouldn’t have been there if Shade hadn’t called me for a ride,” he murmured against her lips. “I was ready to leave without his ass, then I heard you sing.”
Purposely, he wrapped his arm around Ginny’s waist to lift her higher before laying her gently down on the sheet.
“This is what I should have done when I saw you.” Pressing his mouth against hers, Reaper kissed Ginny softly, as if it were their first kiss. Swirling tongues had them sinking deeper into the daydream he was deliberately creating. With hands on her waist, he bunched up her thin top to her ribcage, as his thumbs sought out the sensitive points that had her arching into his hardening cock.
Gasping at the sensation, memories he didn’t want came crashing back, destroying the special moment he wanted for her. Sitting up, his hands unconsciously went to his head. He wanted to crush the thoughts out of his mind.
“Gavin … Gavin ….”
Reaper dropped his hands to look over his shoulder at her. “I want to … but I can’t ….” Taking a steadying breath as he looked down into her eyes, courage tried to come to his rescue, willing him to do something that he had never done before. “I’m not a man anymore … I can’t … I was ….”
“Gavin … you’re more of a man than any I’ve ever met. Would it work if I did this?” Ginny smoothed the sheet down so she could lay on it. “And did this?” Ginny placed her hands to her sides. “I’ll only touch you if you want me to … where you want me to. For however long you want me to. My brother’s won’t be back until late tonight.”
The seductive offer had desire returning.
Shifting on his hip so he wasn’t weighing her down, he returned his hand to her exposed belly.
“Take off your top,” he ordered thickly.
Ginny sat up to remove her top, then resumed her position on the sheet.
“I like this … a lot.”
Ginny laughed up at him. “Of course you do; you’re domineering as heck.”
“I am not.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Okaay,” she smarted off.
“Take off your pants.”
“Okay.” Ginny unbuttoned her jeans, wiggling out of them, then tossing them to the side after she removed her sandals. Once she was lying down again, she had to smother a giggle.
“What’s so funny?” What in the fuck was she finding funny about him trying to make love to her? Because he wasn’t a real man ….
“You want to know something hilarious?”
“Not at this moment.”
She had to smother another giggle. “But it’s really funny. ”
He was going to give her something that he was going to find hilarious as fuck when he saw her face after he paddled her for making fun—
“This is the same panty and bra set I was wearing during T.A’s wedding.”
Dammit. He started laughing.
Dropping his head onto her shoulder, he admitted the truth. “I don’t deserve you,” he said achingly against her skin.
“I know.” Her giggles stopped as she turned her face toward his. “But you have me, anyway.”
He glided his hand to her shoulder, tugging down her bra strap, then claiming the tender flesh underneath. “Forever and ever.”
“Let’s get through the here and now, and I’ll be happy.”
“Then it doesn’t take much to make you happy.” Palming her breast in his hand, he used his thumb to stroke her nipple. They were the size of quarters, with the tips a dusky rose color. Licking one with the tip of his tongue, he saw goosebumps rise up on her arms.
“You’re so sensitive.” Letting the warm air from his mouth blow on her nipple, he watched as it peaked, begging to be touched. Swirling the nipple inside his mouth, the pounding desire that he had before came back in a rush. Ginny was right; he was domineering. He would cover her with his body and wreak the same havoc on her senses that she was doing to him.
Conscious of it being her first time having a man’s hands on her, Reaper started arousing Ginny slowly, letting her feel the sharp nip of his teeth on her nipple, then soothing it with his tongue. Learning the taste of her skin, he glided his mouth to her other breast as he unconsciously moved closer to her side.
Darting kisses between her breasts and down to her waist, he discovered a belly button that was so sensitive that he had her twisting on the sheet.
“If you had done this during T.A’s wedding, we would have been arrested,” she moaned out.
“No.” Using his fingertips, he peeled her panties off. “Most of the guests were Last Riders—they would have joined in.”
“Huh?”
Shocked at what he said, she started to rise into a sitting position. Reaper pushed her back down.
Going to his knees, he spread her thighs to see the pretty pink of her pussy. Pressing a finger to her clit, he saw she wasn’t wet enough to take him, so he began playing with the shy petal. The flashes of memories that had destroyed his attempts before were nowhere in sight as he gradually eased one finger inside of her.
“You worked at the clubhouse; did you never go upstairs?”
From her shocked reaction, he knew she hadn’t. However, he couldn’t help teasing her, especially when it was making his finger wetter.
“No, I wasn’t allowed upstairs. And even if I had, I wouldn’t have watched.”
Removing his finger, Reaper went down on her to drive his chaste, little virgin out of her mind. He smiled against her pussy when she tried to close her thighs.
“Did I tell you to move?”
She returned her legs back to her spread-eagle position.
Lifting her ass into his hand, he lifted her higher against his mouth as he stroked his tongue inside of her, making her tight channel loosen so he could drive the length of his tongue into her.
Ginny gave another breathy little moan that had his cock pushing upward to his stomach.
“You’re so fucking tight.” Pulling his tongue out, he started playing between her labia again, feeling th
e welcoming wetness he was searching for.
Getting to his feet, he stared down at her on the blue sheet. Every part of her body was ready for him, from her taut breasts to her damp pussy, which was softly glowing with her glistening juices. Removing his pants, his desire was burning, fueling his actions and holding his nightmares at bay. Sinking to his knees between Ginny’s soft thighs, contrasting to his more muscular ones. The view gave him a surge of masculinity, wanting to seek out and conquer her mysterious depths.
Placing his cock at the beginning of her opening, he froze.
“Gavin … make love to me. Please ….”
Placing a hand on sheet beside her shoulder, he braced himself to move away from her when Ginny clamped her thighs around his hips and lifted up.
Giving a low groan, Reaper sank deep into Ginny’s depths and didn’t come up for air. He was sucked into the sensations, as if he dived into an undiscovered mysterious cove that held a beauty he had never experienced before.
The hungry movements of their bodies moving on the sheet showed the everlasting beauty that could be achieved when two bodies moved as one. Every stroke of his cock had them diving lower until nothing but the serene-turned-tempestuous passion had them grasping for something just out of reach, a feeling that was uncharted, neither knowing it was there until they found themselves in a place of such glorious beauty, unable to believe it existed until experiencing it.
Gasping for breath, Reaper managed to lift his head to stare down into Ginny’s eyes, seeing the tears sliding out of the corners.
“Did I hurt you?” Starting to detach himself, he stopped when she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“No. Did I hurt you?” she asked.
“No.” He couldn’t understand why she asked until she lifted fingertips from his cheeks to show him.
“Was that real?”
“About as real as you can get.” Kissing her tears away, he slipped his hand to her jaw to lift her face to his. “I never felt like that before. Not even—”
She pressed her fingers to his lips. “Please don’t say her name, not today. Please … I just want this to be between you and me.”
He gently clasped her wrist, feeling the bracelet underneath. “I wasn’t going to say her name. What I was going to say was not even in my wildest imagination.”
“Wild man, I find that hard to believe,” she teased. “You’ve been a Last Rider for a long time, even before you were engaged. I might not have gone upstairs, but I have ears. I came in early one morning and caught Lucky and Rider dressed as pirates, chasing Willa. I can totally believe you might have played a few of those adventures yourself.”
Bursting out in laughter, Reaper shook his head in denial. “Woman, I never played a pirate a day in my life, not even when I was a kid dressing up for Halloween.”
Narrowing his eyes at her menacingly, he raised her hands above her head. “But if you want to fantasize about having sex with a secret agent, then baby, I’m your man.”
Chapter Fifty-Seven
“Where’s all the jelly? I saw sitting on the counter yesterday.”
Ginny looked up from the frying pan. “I gave it to Viper. Silas is going to bring more from the storage building when he comes back this afternoon. There’s some grape jelly in the refrigerator.”
“It’s store bought. You took all those jars to the storage building. Why didn’t you leave one here?”
“Actually, two were meant for here, but when I asked Viper to take a couple to Lily, he asked for a couple for the club.”
“You gave them my jelly?” Reaper asked through clenched teeth.
“Technically, those jars are mine. I don’t understand what the big deal is. I have ten more jars in—”
“The problem is I don’t want Shade eating your jelly. It’s mine.” Knowing he was being ridiculous but unable to stop himself from making a bigger ass of himself, he plopped back down on his chair at the table to stare sullenly at the unappetizing toast.
Ginny placed a plate of bacon in front of him. “You could make yourself a bacon sandwich,” she suggested.
“You made some to send to Shade.”
Rolling her eyes at him, she turned toward the kitchen.
Pulling her down onto his lap, he forced a lackluster apology out. “I’m sorry.”
Winding her arms around his neck, she called his bluff. “You don’t look sorry.”
“I’m not.”
“Didn’t your mother teach you to share?”
“All the women in the club cater to Shade.”
Ginny frowned. “When I worked there, I didn’t see anyone catering to him.”
“I’m not talking the wives.”
“Oh … I see. The women who live there?”
“Yes.” He put his hand on the back of her neck, tracing imaginary circles in her skin with his thumb. “Don’t make him any more? Please?”
“I won’t make him anymore jelly. Satisfied?”
He stared at her suspiciously, trying to read her mind. It wasn’t like her to give in so easily.
“What are your plans for the day?” she asked, turning the tables on him by playing with his neck.
At her mentioning the day ahead, he switched topics, not wanting to discuss the two situations that he was going to have to straighten out before he returned. “I’m going to the clubhouse to have a talk with the brothers. They want to return a few of the gifts I gave them.”
“I bet.” She grimaced. “That’s one gift I’m glad I wasn’t on the receiving end of.”
Raising her enough, he pulled out a small box from his pocket, then held it out for her.
Fear came to her eyes.
Shaking his head at her, he explained, “I bought these because … I know the bracelet means a lot to you, and I wanted a piece of me with you. I didn’t mean to buy them like I meant to buy the brothers’ watches. I bought them spur-of-the-moment because I was missing you.”
She gave him a gentle smile. “Then I’ll accept your gift.” Pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, she jiggled the present in front of his face. “Let me guess.” She jiggled the small box again. “They’re charms.”
“Good guess.” He mockingly laughed. Then he nervously watched as she opened the box, waiting for her reaction.
“Aw … they’re beautiful.” Kissing him, the second kiss started spinning out of control when she leaned against his chest, her head naturally going to his shoulder.
Breaking off the kiss, he straightened her on his lap. “Behave. Viper will be here in five minutes.”
Her face fell. “So soon? I thought we would have at least an hour. Silas just left, and I was ….”
At seeing her blush at what he was sure she had been about to say, Reaper decided to tease her. “You thought you’d get a little nookie after Silas left?” He gave her an unapologetic, I-told-so smirk. “You should have taken my suggestion and sneaked down to my room after he went to bed last night.”
“Your room doesn’t have a door,” she reminded him.
“Which is one of the chores I have to take care of today if you will go ahead and open my present so I can leave.”
Ginny stared at the unopened present in her hand. “If I don’t open it, will you just please stay here with me?” she whispered.
Taking her chin, he lifted her eyes to his. “The most I’ll be gone is a couple of hours. I wouldn’t go if I didn’t have to.” Releasing her chin, he then took the box back and opened it for her. Taking out the charms, he placed the star, then the moon, and finally the pair of diamond angel wings into her palm. Closing her fingers around the charms, he lifted her fist to his lips. “The next charm I’m going to buy you is a four-leaf clover, to remind you of our first date.”
“Our first date?”
He shrugged. “I refuse to think of Dirty Dan’s as our first date.”
“You’d rather be reminded of us having to sneak out before morning to bury a mirror?”
“Yes, I would. I’d rath
er completely forget about Marty, and you’re going to help me do that by not mentioning he’s moving to Treepoint.”
“But—”
“No, butts … unless it’s yours,” he joked, tapping her on the side of her bottom to get her to stand up when they heard the sound of Viper’s car outside.
Taking her hand, they walked to the door. Raising her wrist, he stared down at the bracelet, looking at the charms. A new one had been added that he hadn’t seen in Nashville.
“When did you get this one?” Reaper touched the fragile gold sand dollar.
“T.A. gave it to me.” Ginny didn’t lift her eyes from the bracelet.
“Why’d T.A. give you a charm? It looks expensive.”
“She gave it to me for singing at her wedding.”
“That was nice of her.”
“She’s a nice person.”
The loud honk from the yard had them going outside.
Uncaring of Viper watching, he placed a kiss on her lips. “When I come back, I’ll be bringing that door.”
“You going to tell Silas why you’re wanting to put that door up?” she teased.
“I’ll leave that up to you,” he said, going down the steps. Seeing her expression, he came right back up the steps. “I’ll talk to him, okay?” Rubbing a thumb over her trembling bottom lip, he pulled Ginny into his body. “If it’s going to make you uncomfortable, when I come back, we’ll talk it over and find another place for us to stay. Now, will you behave, or am I going to have to shove that horn up Viper’s ass?”
“I’ll behave.”
The tight hug she gave him made him feel better about leaving.
Waving at Matthew and Isaac as they were going inside their shop, he got inside Viper’s SUV.
“We’re late,” Viper snapped at him before Reaper could shut the door.
“I got that message two honks ago,” Reaper snapped back.
“I told you we couldn’t be late to the meeting with the FBI when I talked to you this morning. Now we’re not going to have time to meet with Diamond beforehand.”
“We already know what she would have told us—be quiet and let her do the talking. I plan to follow her advice, though she didn’t have time to give it.”
