Chapter 43
Lark
Reaper places a kiss to my temple, but his muscles are still tense around and under me.
“We’ll look into both of them more. Fuck, I hate that I need to leave you today. If I wasn’t needed in the garage next week, I’d switch with one of the guys and go down later.”
I shift and wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him.
Placing a kiss to his neck, I breath in his spicy scent that’s mixed with the smell of leather from his cut.
“I didn’t mean to dump that all on you now.
It’s just stuff that’s been tumbling around in my mind and when Erik told me all that, some stuff just made more sense.
I’ll be careful and keep my head on a swivel.
I’ve got all the guys on speed dial, and I’ll get Erik’s number, too. ”
Leaning back, I can still tell he’s visibly torn between being here for me and leaving to help support Patch, Mary, and her kids.
Selfishly, I want him here with me, but I can’t be selfish right now.
I give him another kiss, one that ends far too quickly in my opinion, but we don’t have much time left before he has to leave.
“It’ll be okay, Anthony,” I whisper. “Just come back safely to me.”
Finally, his muscles lose a bit of their tension. He kisses me softly, but soon it turns heated, and I can’t stop my moan. I feel his chest rumble with a growl and then I’m picked up as he repositions me so that my legs go around him.
Then he’s moving.
Someone whistles but I could care less because Anthony’s hands are on my ass, kneading it and his fingers are dangerously close to where I need them.
A door shuts and then he lays me down on something soft.
I moan again when he grinds his hips against me.
“I need you,” I pant as I desperately try to take off his cut and shirt. I need to feel his skin against mine.
“And you have me. Always.”
The way he says that has my hands freezing as my gaze snaps to his. The love I find there has my body damn near melting into a puddle. Then, his eyes darken with desire and my core tightens in anticipation.
He takes my hands and places them above my head. “Grab the headboard, Darlin’.”
A shiver runs through me at his commanding tone, and I do as he says.
He runs his hands down my arms and teases my breasts through my shirt. With each movement, his grip slowly tightens until it’s just the right amount of pain mixed with pleasure.
“Anthony,” I beg as I try to tilt my hips, needing some friction, but with his weight against me like it is, I can barely move.
His hands move lower down my stomach and I whimper when he runs his fingers along the seam of my pants in between my legs.
Slowly, he drags his fingers up my jeans until he reaches the button and pops it open before lowering the zipper just as slowly.
His fingers dance lightly over my panties in a teasing manner as he lowers my jeans.
Fuck, if he keeps going this slow, I’m going to combust into a blubbery mess.
Anthony finally strips off my jeans and socks before he kisses from my ankle up to my thigh.
“Please,” I beg as I rock my hips, needing some sort of friction to ease this buildup he’s created.
“You beg so prettily, Darlin’.”
I open my mouth to sass back at him when he finally puts his mouth on me and I moan as I feel his tongue sliding over me through the silky material of my panties.
I try to tilt my hips to get him where I need him, but his heavy arm comes down on my hips, keeping me in place.
I can’t stop my whimper as he continues to tease me through my panties.
“Anthony, please.”
Just when I think he’s going to continue torturing me like this, his fingers slide my panties to the side and he quickly thrusts two fingers inside me.
Instantly, my orgasm rushes through me and my back bows off the bed as my mouth opens in a silent scream.
The next thing I feel is a slight tug on my waist and then his fingers are replaced by his cock, filling me in one stroke.
“Fuck, Anthony!”
His hips snap against me as he leans over me, caging me in with his arms. My fingers itch to touch him, but I keep them where they are, gripping the headboard tightly.
He leans down and captures my lips in a bruising kiss. A moment later, he breaks the kiss and kisses down my jaw and neck, and I moan at feeling his mouth and tongue on me.
“Look at you, such a good girl listening to me.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth and I cry out when he gently grazes it with his teeth. “Let go, Darlin’. Give me your marks.”
Instantly my hands are on him as he takes my nipple back into his hot mouth.
I dig my fingernails into his shoulders as he thrusts harder into me.
He groans at the bite of pain and lets go of my nipple with an audible pop before giving my other nipple the same treatment.
The pain mixed with pleasure has another orgasm building.
My hands claw at his back as I meet his thrusts, needing more, needing him.
Anthony suddenly pulls back and I’m about to protest when he manhandles me, flipping me over onto my hands and knees, reentering me in one thrust.
I cry out, gripping the sheets in my hands as he pistons into me. His hands grip my hips tightly before he spanks me hard.
A deep moan escapes me and he spanks me again.
I widen my stance and tilt my hips, letting him go deeper. His hand fists in my hair and when he angles my head back, he sucks and bites my shoulder, giving me a hickey that will most likely last until he gets back.
“That’s it, Darlin’. Give it to me. Cum all over my cock, soaking it as you milk my cock dry,” he growls before he goes back to sucking on my shoulder and biting down.
His words mixed with the bite pain and the angle his cock is hitting me has me spiraling over the edge.
“Anthony!” I cry out as I cum hard.
Anthony groans and then I feel him cumming inside me.
I collapse on the bed, groaning when he slips out of me. He lays down beside me, pulling me close to him as we catch our breath. His grip is tight on me, but I don’t say anything, knowing he needs this before he leaves.
“Promise me you’ll stay safe, Darlin’.”
Leaning forward, I kiss his chest. “I promise I’ll do my best to stay safe. You know as much as I do that we can’t control other people’s actions.”
He tenses for a moment before he relaxes and sighs heavily. “I know, Darlin’. I know.”
“I need you to be safe, too. Come back to me, Hercules.”
His face softens as he runs the back of his fingers down my cheek. “I will, Darlin’.”
Leaning down, he kisses me and I moan when I feel his cock twitch against me.
I hum as I roll my hips against him. “Seems like someone might be up for round two.”
He grins that sexy grin of his that makes my heart flip in my chest. “Indeed,” he replies before pushing me onto my back and kissing me again.
Fuck, I can’t get enough of this man.
Thirty minutes later we head downstairs and my face heats at the knowing smirks the guys and Mama Astrid give me, though I purposefully ignore the glares the bunnies are giving me.
“Let’s get some food, Darlin’,” Reaper says quietly into my ear and I nod, eager to hide for a few moments to get myself back under control.
In the kitchen, I open the fridge and find two plates already prepped and wrapped in plastic wrap with our names written on them. Pulling them out, I set them on the kitchen island and grab a couple of bottles of water out of the fridge.
We both eat quickly, aware that the guys are heading out later than planned due to our bedroom activities, but frankly, I’m not upset. Both of us needed some time alone, especially after everything that happened this morning.
A few minutes later, we finish and put our dishes in the dishwasher. He snags my hand as we walk back into the main room and Razor, Punisher, Beast, Python, Odin, and Mama Astrid all get up. Walking over to Mama Astrid, we both hug.
“Say ‘hi’ to the ladies for me.”
She hugs me tighter. “Will do, Sweetheart. You take care now, ya hear?”
I grin and nod. “Will do, you take care as well.”
Reaper walks over to me and pulls me into his arm, kissing me. We pull apart laughing when catcalls once again ring out and I shake my head.
“Be safe, Hercules.”
He gives me another chaste kiss. “Will do. Stay safe, Darlin’.”
“I will.”
He hesitantly steps back and my fingers itch to reach out to him, but I don’t.
I know that them going down early to help Patch, Mary, and the rest of the club is the right decision, but it does nothing to quell my fear that something is going to happen here soon.
Maybe that’s why Reaper’s hesitating, too.
Maybe he can feel that things have changed here as well.
When the door closes behind them, Loki comes over and places his arm around my shoulders. “Come on, ma reine (my queen). How about I show you those other cookbooks to help take your mind off things?”
Sighing, I nod, appreciating the distraction.