by E. C. Land
Since then, I’ve dated guys, but haven’t found anyone worth giving that much time and effort. I think the longest I’d dated the same guy was three months. I then decided I was okay being alone for the most part.
At least I thought this until meeting Reaper. The two of us having a one-night stand, then five days ago him rocking my world all over again. So much so I spent the rest of the day and into the next aching for more. Only I didn’t get to get more of his amazingness, because right after he pulled out, kissed the daylights out of me, Reaper had left, which pissed me off more than he already did.
I’m still beyond pissed with Reaper. Enough so, I might rip his head off if he shows his face. Not only for the way he’d left me aching for more of him but for what he said about my father and myself. I should hate myself for having sex with him. I really should. Only I can’t. Reaper is the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, and even if he’s rough around the edges, he has a way about him that makes me think there’s a softer side to him. How can I figure this out with the small amount of time we’ve been around each other? I’m a cop’s daughter. I know things. My dad made sure I learned to know what to look for in people’s eyes.
Since he left, I keep asking myself the same question over and over again, what’s wrong with me? I’m constantly feeling insecure about my competence in my skills. Well, not just my skills, only the fact Reaper has all but fucked and dumped me twice. I get one-night stands are supposed to be like that, but damnit, I want more. I want to be able to prove to myself that I’m not incompetent in the bedroom.
Damn the man and his wicked massive cock that makes me yearn and crave him like no other.
I can’t get Reaper out of my head. No matter how much of an ass he is. But he’s walked away from me twice, and the only time he’s spoken to me is to talk down to me. Normally I would knee a guy for daring to speak to me the way Reaper had.
The next time he shows his face, I might just have to do so.
Staring at the screen of my computer, I finish putting in a major order the guys need ASAP for one of the builds being worked on in the garage. My mind is all over the place, but when it comes to my work, I’ve made sure to get everything done and put my wallowing aside.
Ghost was thrilled to know Reaper hadn’t scared me away Friday. In fact, the guys had made a pool about whether or not I would show on Monday. Ghost won the bet and split the thousand bucks with me. I couldn’t believe each one of them had bet a hundred bucks on me.
I put the money in my desk, deciding to use it to buy pizza on Friday for everyone.
My cellphone rings. I pick it up to see who’s calling. I groan at the sight of my uncle’s number. I wish I could just block his number. If I do that, and he’ll just call me from another number. I even changed my number once. All that did was give me two days of peace. He was back at it, constantly calling me. It’s a pain in the ass and worrisome. His pettiness is only growing as he continues to call and text. The text messages are new. He’d started them this past week. Some of them are far more graphic than I want to read. His threats of me not giving him what he wants will end in me getting hurt in ways he made sure to describe in his messages.
Hitting the ignore button, I go back to work. Getting up from my seat, I smooth down the denim skirt I’d decided to wear today with one of my Jeep topless shirts. The guys have gotten a kick out of my shirt and how it says Jeep girls prefer to go topless. I grab the clipboard with the inventory sheet attached to it. I need to work on getting that completed so by the end of the month, we know what all needs to be ordered.
I round the side of my desk when a woman clad in a leather mini skirt barely covering her twat and top that’s more of a bandana wrapped around her tits than anything else. This woman is leaving nothing to the imagination. If I weren’t at work and needing to be polite, I would definitely be calling this woman exactly what she is and telling her where the corner is.
“Can I help you?” I ask, placing the clipboard back on my desk.
“Yeah, you can help by leaving and staying away from my man,” the woman sneers.
“Excuse me, I don’t know who you are or who your man is,” I say, informing her of this.
“I’m Claws, and you know who my man is since you’ve been fuckin’ him,” Claws snaps. What the hell kind of name is that? I mean, seriously, what is she known for catfights or something?
“I . . .”
“He’s not just my man, but the others as well. We don’t need some strange piece coming in and stepping in on what’s ours. All the other bitches around here know the rules and know not to fuck what’s ours. We especially won’t be sharing any of them, especially Reaper with some plain Jane, hippie, tree hugger,” she announces, interrupting me before I could set her straight.
Now I’m pissed. I’m not a hippie, tree hugger, or a plain Jane. The fact this bitch wants to talk down at me only angers me more.
I open my mouth to say something when I notice we’re not alone. Reaper’s standing in the doorway, looking beyond pissed. His eyes go from me to Claws as he stalks into the room and grabs her by the neck. She hadn’t even seen him come in; her attention still locked on me.
Claws cries out in surprise when Reaper snatches, not so gently, onto her neck. “You wanna repeat that for me to hear?” he snarls.
“Reaper,” she gasps his name.
“I don’t wanna hear it. You need to be showing some fuckin’ respect. Ivy’s my ol’ lady, and I’m not about to have you speak to her that way. Now get back to the clubhouse before I call Scythe or Styxx and tell them to punish you for what you decided to do here,” Reaper snaps, turning to shove her through the door and closing it behind him.
Reaper turns his attention to me, and oh boy, I think I’m in a different kind of trouble. A part of me wants to scream at him. Another part wants to jump his bones. But the sensible part of me wins, and I cross my arms over my chest while whispering, “Ol’ lady?”
What the hell did he mean by this?
I barely know this guy, but he keeps my mind consumed with thoughts of him.
Chapter Eight
Reaper
Staring at Ivy, I do everything I can to contain my anger. I’m not pissed with her, but rather Claws. The bitch had no right coming here and getting in Ivy’s face. Claws is just pissed I won’t let any of the P&P’s anywhere near me. I made it known I’m not fuckin’ any of them anymore.
After talking with Mia, well her talking to me more or less, I had decided to make Ivy mine. I have to admit she’s right about everything she said. I need to let the fact I lost my sisters go. I spent the last five days thinking non-stop about Ivy. Thinking of whether or not I can be with her, allowing her into my life, around the club.
The more I thought about it, I’d realized I could. Ivy’s meant for this life. Whether she knows it or not, I do. I’ve seen the fire in her eyes. And had learned from the file I finished reading Ivy could handle anything thrown her way.
Besides, if anyone fucks with Ivy, she has the entire club behind her. They proved this to me Monday during church. I grin just thinking about the whole situation.
“Does anyone have anything further to discuss?” I ask, leaning back in my chair. Monday evenings are the nights the club typically meets unless I call for emergency church. We just finished discussing the upcoming orders and who’s going on each run.
“Yeah, I got something to discuss,” Angel grumbles.
“What?” I quirk a brow in his direction.
“What’s up with the foul mood? You’re even moodier than normal.” I’m moodier than normal, because I can’t seem to keep my mind off a certain woman. This means my cock won’t stop getting hard at the thought of her, and I have to jack off. I might have fucked her Saturday morning, but I need more of her than just that. I need her in my bed.
“Nothing,” I grunt.
“Bullshit,” Angel says.
“I bet it has to do with Ivy,” Ghost chuckles. “She’s been in a mood all
day as well. I swear she was going to bite my head off for asking how her weekend went.”
“Shit, I thought she was going to kill me with her eyes when I asked her to join us for a beer after work,” Daemon snickers.
My nostrils flare at the mention of Ivy and them asking her to join them for a beer.
Fuck it. I’m making it official. Ivy’s mine. “I’m making Ivy off-limits.”
My brothers all give me a range of different looks, but it’s Ghost who speaks up, “You don’t even like Ivy.”
“I had my dick inside her pussy just the other day, that makes her mine,” I declare.
“Prez, no disrespect, but that was two weeks ago, and you treated her like shit Friday,” Ghost grumbles.
“Brother, none of your business when it was, but for the record, I was deep inside her Saturday morning after breaking into her house to wake her up for a talk. Now Ivy’s mine. My woman, my ol’ lady, and I’m not going to have anyone say otherwise,” I announce, wanting them to know just how serious I am.
“Well, guess it’s a good thing we all like her,” Angel chuckles.
“Hell yeah.” Tombstone grins.
And there went the rest of church.
After all of my brothers and I went back into the main room of the clubhouse to get a beer, and some of them were picking between the P&P’s, Scythe pulled me to the side.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“You read the whole file?” he asks.
“Yeah, I read it,” I confirm.
“You see the shit with her uncle?”
“Did you find anything else?” I can see it in my brother’s face, he’s got something important.
Nodding, he releases a heavy breath. “Ivy’s father’s will states everything went to her. Same as what was her grandmother’s upon his death. She even got the insurance policy, meaning Ivy’s got a hefty bank account she’s sitting on. This also means her uncle, who didn’t get jack diddly squat, has been giving her problems. I hacked into her call log, and it seems he’s calling her multiple times a day.”
Fuckin hell.
Since Monday night, when Scythe told me about the calls from her uncle, I’ve had him monitor Ivy’s calls and messages. I’m not about to let anything happen to her. No way in hell. It’s why I’m here at the office to see her. I have a surprise for her, and I need to make things right between the two of us.
“Hello, are you going to answer me?” Ivy huffs.
Grinning, I close the short distance between the two of us and place my hands on either side of her hips, holding her close. “Yeah, I’m gonna answer you, Precious.”
“And what do you mean by ol’ lady?” The way Ivy’s brow furrows makes her forehead wrinkle, I find it fuckin’ cute. Everything about this beautiful woman is cute. Sexy, cute, whatever you name it, is cute.
“Means you’re mine. My woman.”
“I’m not your anything,” she quips, placing her hand on my chest to push against me.
“Oh yeah, you are, baby. I can see it in your eyes.” I chuckle. “The way they flare up with lust when you look at me like right now. You want me. You want everything about me.”
“I think I should have a say in this,” she mutters.
“Nope, Precious, that’s not how this is gonna work. I intend to make sure you don’t want to say no to me with what we’re gonna be doing.” I slide my hands from her hips to cup both her ass cheeks in the palms of my hands. I pull her even closer, not missing the way Ivy’s face flushes and her fingers curl into my shirt under my cut.
Yeah, Ivy wants me as much as I want her. Tilting my head down, I take her mouth, claiming it in a kiss to prove to her she’s mine. I do this while moving, backing her into the edge of her desk, needing to be inside her. Craving to be inside her.
Chapter Nine
Ivy
My mind is in a fog, consumed with thoughts of Reaper. Not just any thoughts either. Ones of his mouth and what he can do with it.
Reaper’s hands on either side of my ass lift me up onto my desk. His chest leans in, pushing me backward while those wonderful warm hands of his move to my thighs, where he slides my skirt up, exposing my black boy short cut panties that have white daisies scattered across them.
I whimper a protest when Reaper breaks our kiss. Beautiful dark brown eyes meet mine before his gaze trails down my body to where my panties are exposed.
“Fuckin’ sexy, Precious,” he groans. The fingertips of one hand glide along the inside of my thigh and beneath my panties. My breath hitches when Reaper’s fingers graze over my already wet entrance. “Already ready for me, baby. Love it.”
I arch into his touch, needing more and getting just what I ask for. Reaper bends forward, presses his lips to mine, trails his mouth down, licking, sucking, and nipping along my skin as he goes. All the while, his fingers toy with my entrance, barely sinking more than the tip of his finger into my entrance.
“Reaper,” I moan, pleading with my body for more.
Reaper lifts his head from where he is near the top of my pelvis and where I want his mouth most of all. His eyes come to mine, and my breath all but leaves my body. “Precious, from now on, when I’m fuckin’ you, touchin’ you, anything that involves me and you alone, you don’t call me Reaper. You use my real name, Daniel.”
Oh . . . um . . . wow. He wants me to call him by his real name.
Daniel.
God, it’s a beautiful name too. I love it.
“Daniel,” I whisper his name and watch as his eyes flare. Reaper rewards me by sinking a finger into my pussy instead of toying with my entrance.
“Good girl, baby, now I’m gonna fuck you like I need to, and then later I’m taking my time exploring this delectable body that’s now all mine,” Reaper rasps gruffly.
Reaper’s finger leaves my entrance, and the feel of his cock entering me is all I know. I wasn’t paying attention to when he could have released himself from his jeans. I’m just glad to have him inside me.
“Daniel,” I moan his name, and he, of course, once again, gives me what I want. Sinking all the way home, filling me with his thickness. Oh yes, I love how he fills my pussy with his massive cock.
“Fuckin’ tightest pussy,” Reaper growls, pulling out until only the head of his cock still sits inside. He slams forward, taking me to the hilt. I scream his name, and he begins powerful thrusts.
“Oh God, Daniel, yes,” I pant, arching deeper into him, loving the way he’s taking me.
My orgasm builds and starts to overtake me before Reaper switches up his movements and starts pounding even harder, shooting me straight into orgasmic bliss. Reaper follows right behind me, his cock twitching inside me as he comes.
“Fuck me, Precious, that was just the beginning of what I’m gonna do to you later, but it was damn good. I love the way you light up for me.” Reaper’s gruff voice sends a thrill of excitement through my entire body. Including my pussy as it clenches Reaper’s cock. “Yeah, baby, love that too. The way you tighten for me.”
Reaper pulls out of me, and I moan in protest wishing to be able to keep him there for a while longer. My legs fall from his waist, and he steps back, pulling me with him. Reaper reaches over and grabs a couple of tissues from the box on my desk. He shocks the hell out of me by cleaning me up just a bit before bending and pulling my panties back up. I’m too stunned for words with the way he tenderly takes care of me.
Once my skirt is back in place over my hips, covering my ass, Reaper cups my cheeks in his hands. “Let me take you home and cook you dinner.”
Whoa.
“Dinner?” This man baffles me.
“Yeah, Precious, dinner.” He grins.
What in the world is going on here? Have I gone down the rabbit hole? What happened to the asshole from the other day? In fact, what the hell am I thinking having sex with him and letting him call me his ol’ lady?
I have got to be losing my mind.
“Reaper,” I mutter, becoming frustrated by the seco
nd. “What is going on here? You’ve been nothing but a . . .”
“I know, Ivy, and I’m gonna make it up to you,” he murmurs, bringing his forehead to rest against my own. “I’m sorry for what I said about your dad and you.”
The way those words come out gravely tells me Reaper doesn’t ever apologize to anyone. This is massive for him.
“Thank you,” I whisper, holding back the tears that want to take over me. I don’t want to become emotional. I hate crying and don’t want this sexy man to see me do so.
“Come on,” Reaper tries once again.
“Um, Reaper, I’m still on the clock and hate to break it to you, but I’m not leaving yet. I still have things to get done. Inventory has to be . . .”
“Precious, you’re leaving with me,” Reaper proclaims, crossing his arms over his chest.
“No, I’m not and don’t think you can tell me what to do,” I say cocking my hip.
“Ivy, I’m warning you.”
Is he serious right now?
Turning away from Reaper, I grab the clipboard. “Just because you claim I’m your ol’ lady or whatever doesn’t give you the right to tell me what to do. I have a job, and I would like to keep it,” I say, swinging back to face the man who is infuriating.
“Ivy, you leavin’ with me wouldn’t be cause for you to lose your job since it’s my fuckin’ name on your check. You ain’t gonna lose it by leavin’ with your ol’ man to go home to spend the rest of the afternoon with him. Now get your shit, and let’s go,” Reaper snaps.
“Don’t talk to me like that, Reaper. I’m not a possession or someone to be talked down to,” I snap back.
“Precious, I know you’re not a fuckin’ possession or someone to talk down to. My momma didn’t raise me to not take care of my woman when I claimed her, and Precious, I’ve claimed you. You’re mine. I would never treat you like a nobody. To be an ol’ lady is a special honor and one I never thought I would be giving to anyone. Now get your shit, and let’s fuckin’ go home so I can feed my woman and then fuck her all God damn night.”