Cheyenne Chapter 9
I couldn’t stop crying. Thinking about my mother and the sacrifice she made to protect me was too much on top of what had happened over the last few hours. To look up and see the face of the devil who haunted me had been such a shock. I’d gone into self-preservation mode. I wasn’t totally sure yet that it hadn’t been warranted. Reaper and the guys all seemed to be upset and horrified by what I’d told them, but they could just be really good liars. I’d found that most criminals and dangerous men were.
Reaper sat down on the edge of a huge bed. He reached down and took my leg in his hand. “What’re you doing?”
I asked as I tried to pull my leg away from his grip.
“I’m taking off your boots, then you need to take a bath. You’re tired and sore. I know you’ll feel better once you soak and get clean.”
I sat up straighter. “I can do that. There’s no reason you have to.”
I looked around the room. It was obviously his room. It screamed masculine. I stiffened. “I need my own room.”
He tugged off my boots and socks then looked at me. “No, you need to stay with me, so I can take care of you. I’m not going to fucking make a move you don’t want, Cheyenne. I’m not that kind of guy. But hear me when I say, when you’re ready, just say the word.”
“Reaper, I can’t do this. I’m not someone who can give a guy control over me,”
I argued. He kissed me softly. I tried to not respond, but his lips were so gentle. We’d kissed before and every time, I got lost in them. He teased my bottom lip with his teeth then bit down causing a sting. I gasped, which allowed him to slip his tongue inside. He teased mine. I responded by teasing his back. When we stopped to catch our breath, he was giving me a heated look. My damn nipples were hard and my panties damp. He did that to me every time, which was amazing since guys never affected me like that.
“We need to stop. Let’s get you in that bath. Come on.”
He stood up and carried me to the bathroom. Before we got there, he stopped to get into a drawer and grab a t-shirt. Once we were in the bathroom, I looked around. He had a dream master bath. Tile and granite were everywhere, with a separate shower and tub. The shower looked big enough for four people and the tub for at least two. Dual sinks and a vanity completed the look. He sat me on the side of the tub then turned on the water before pulling out towels and a washcloth.
“Do you like bath salts?”
he asked. I nodded not knowing what to say. He got under the sink and came out with some along with bath gel, shampoo and conditioner. I saw they had a floral scent. I frowned. I didn’t want to use some damn salts or hair products that one of his women had left behind.
I grabbed his hand. “I don’t need those.”
He gazed at me then smiled. “Baby, these belong to my sister. She likes to use my big-ass tub when she visits and these are her favorite ones. I just keep some here for her. I’ve never brought a woman to this house.”
I looked at him in amazement. Did he really think I believed that? My disbelief must have shown. He grasped my chin between his thumb and finger. “I’m not lying. Want me to go get Harper so you can ask? She’s down the hall.”
I shook my head.
He let go and poured some of the salts into the water. The scent filled the air and made me instantly start to relax. He watched me. “I’d love to stay and help you get undressed and in that water, but I don’t think you’re going to like that. So, why don’t you soak and I’ll grab us a snack. You have to be hungry. If you need anything, just yell. Okay?”
He gave me a quick peck on the lips, then left, closing the door behind him.
I waited a few seconds then realized he’d been serious. I stood and stripped off my filthy clothes. Sinking into the hot water, I sighed. God that felt wonderful. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I wanted to just forget for a few minutes. It worked for a couple minutes then images crowded into my head. I opened my eyes and got to washing my hair. I almost moaned at how good it felt to scrub my hair. When it was washed and conditioned, I put it up in a towel and started washing my body.
I examined myself as I did. My stomach had scrapes from crawling out the window. The palms of my hands were scraped as well. My arms had scratches and on my leg, I found one where a sharp stick had torn my jeans and gouged a small wound into my thigh. It stung in the saltwater, but that would help to clean it out. I wasn’t sure how long I was in there before I heard a knock on the door. “Baby, I have your food out here. Do you want to soak longer or eat?”
My stomach growling decided my answer.
“Give me a couple of minutes, then I’ll be out, Reaper.”
He didn’t say anything. I hurried to finish and get out to dry off. I looked around and realized he’d left the t-shirt for me. My clothes were too dirty to put back on. I tugged the shirt down over my head. It fell to mid-thigh on me and hung like a damn sleeping shirt. I hated the fact I didn’t have any panties to put on. There was another knock. His hand appeared through a crack in the door. He was holding a pair of panties.
“Here you go. These are Harper’s but they should fit okay.”
I took them and hurried to put them on. He’d gone to get panties from his sister for me? I used a comb that was on the sink to comb my wet hair. I looked better but far from good. Giving up the effort, I went into the bedroom. He was sitting on his bed with his back to the headboard. Music was playing softly in the background. At the foot of the bed was a tray with food on it. He was in a pair of black lounge pants and that was it. I tried not to stare at his immense arms and chest covered in dark hair and with tats scattered all over. I might have stayed away from bikers, but tattooed men were what I liked. He patted the bed beside him.
“Come sit here, Bright Eyes. You need to eat.”
I slowly went to the bed and climbed up on it. And climbed was the right word to use. It was tall as hell. I could barely get my ass on it. I got seated and made sure my shirt was pulled down as far as it could go. He picked up the tray and brought it up to us. There was a variety of cheese, fruit, and crackers, along with bottles of water. I was still thirsty, so I took a big drink first. We sat there and ate in silence.
When we were done, he set it aside then leaned back against the headboard. He turned just enough so he could look at me. “I know you’re tired, but I need to talk to you.”
I sighed but nodded. “Okay, ask away, Reaper.”
“First, I want to ask that you call me Holden when we’re alone. That’s my name and I want you to use it.”
“But bikers don’t let—”
He interrupted me, “I don’t know what those bastards you grew up with did or didn’t do. They don’t define me and my club or our friends. In our clubs, we go by our road names except when it’s our woman. She uses our real name when we’re alone.”
“But I’m not your woman,”
I protested. He slid closer to me and ran his hand up my cheek.
“Yes, you are. You just have to give me the green light, Cheyenne. I wasn’t talking bullshit when I said I love you. It’s fast and crazy but it’s true. I knew the moment I met you that you were what I’d been waiting for. I know you’re scared, but I swear you never have to be afraid of me. I would never hurt you or leave you. I’m not like those men you grew up around. Christ, just the thought of them makes me want to go find every single one of them and kill them. Will you please give me that chance?”
For such a big, strong man, he had a vulnerable look on his face as he asked me that. I was torn. One part of me wanted to believe him and take a chance. The other said I was being a fool. As he caressed my face and waited for me to answer him, a song came on the player he had streaming the music. The song was one I recognized by Kane Brown. It was called “What Ifs.”
As I listened to the words, I realized it was like fate had chosen that moment to play that song. It was what Reaper was trying to get me to do. He softly began to sing the words in a strong, sexy baritone.
That was the last straw. To hear him sing and to sing those words to me and look at me the way he was, I broke. I crushed my lips to his. He groaned then rolled, so I was lying on top of him. He held both sides of my face and kissed me over and over again. The song kept playing, but I was lost in the feel and the taste of him.
Abruptly, he rolled over and was hovering over me. He ran his eyes up and down my body then his hand traced down my neck. He teased my nipple through the fabric of my t-shirt, causing it to get harder. He glanced up at my face. “Say it. Say my name, Cheyenne.”
“Holden,”
I whispered. He growled then he was back to kissing me, only now, it was with even more hunger and his hands were touching me everywhere. I moaned and rubbed my thighs together to try to ease the throbbing ache there. I was wet, and I wanted him to touch me between my legs so badly.
His mouth left mine and kissed down my neck to my chest. He sucked my left nipple into his mouth through the shirt. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue and then gently bit down. I gave a small cry. His hand was kneading and tugging on the other one. He pleasured both of them until I was sure I’d explode. He lifted his head.
“Please, baby, I need to see you. I need to touch your bare skin. I promise, I’ll stop when you tell me to, but I think I might die if you don’t give me at least this much. Please, Bright Eyes.”
I loved when he called me that, though I had no idea why he did. It made me feel warm inside.
“Yes, please, touch me, Holden,”
I told him, losing what sense I still had. He growled and then was tearing the shirt up and off of me. That left me in a tiny pair of panties. My arms automatically tried to cross over my breasts, but he stopped me. He held them away from me and leaned back so he could look at me. His tongue came out and he licked his bottom lip. That’s when I saw his pants. He was sporting an erection. One, if it was any indication, said he was a large man. The thought both scared and excited me. What would he feel like inside of me?
“God, Cheyenne, you’re so damn beautiful, baby. Look at these.”
He caressed my breasts, then ran his hand down my ribs, across my stomach to my hips. He grabbed them. “And these hips were made to cradle your man perfectly.”
He lowered his head and kissed each nipple. He sucked and teased like he’d done through the fabric a few minutes ago. I arched up and moaned. He smiled up at me.
“Are you wanting something, Bright Eyes? Maybe to get off. Do you want me to get you off? God, I want to see you come apart in my hands. To come and scream as you do. Do you? Do you want me to make you come?”
he growled. I was so damn mindless with need, I just nodded. He smirked before he grabbed both sides of the panties and tugged them down and off in one hard tug.
He kneeled by my legs and gently pried them apart. This allowed him to get between them. He was looking at my pussy—my bare, wet pussy. I could smell my scent in the air. My face got hot. He just stared and then a moan came tearing out of him. He lay down between my legs and looked up at my face. His eyes were bright, and he was panting a little.
“Fucking exquisite,”
he whispered hoarsely then he lowered his head and swiped his tongue up my slit. I bit my lip to muffle my scream. He lapped at me and commanded, “Don’t hold back. Scream. I had this room soundproofed. I hate noise when I sleep.”
That should have had me running, but I didn’t care.
He quickly drove me right out of my mind. His hands, tongue and mouth should be insured, they were so damn good. Reaper knew exactly where to touch me and how to move to get me strung tight. Within a matter of minutes, he had me coming. But he didn’t stop. He kept teasing my clit with his teeth and then this time, he added his fingers. He thrust one into me and I moaned. After a couple of thrusts, he slid in another one. I felt full.
“God, you’re so damn tight, babe. Come for me again. I need more cream,”
he growled. His fingers were thrusting harder and faster. His tongue flicked faster. I pushed my heels into the mattress and then pushed up as a second orgasm tore through my body. This one was even more intense than the first, but the need wasn’t easing. It was getting worse. I wanted to scream. I’d barely come down when he sat back on his heels. His hand rubbed across his erection.
Suddenly, I had to see him. “Take off your pants, Holden.”
He shook his head. “I can’t, baby. If I do, I’ll be buried in that pussy before you can blink. Give me a few minutes and I’ll calm down.”
I raised up and grabbed the waist of his pants. I tugged on them. I looked him in the eyes.
“Take off your pants, Holden,”
I ordered. I knew what this meant. He’d be inside of me and I wanted it. He hesitated, and I squeezed him through the fabric. He hissed then he shoved them down and off and had me pinned to the bed in a blink of an eye. One hand held my hands over my head and the other probed my pussy, then I felt the head of his hard cock push against my entrance. I tried not to tense.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop, or I’m gonna be in there,”
he warned me. I pushed down against him and he groaned as he sank into me. He had to go slow since he was so damn big and I was tight. He moaned. “Jesus Christ, you’re so damn tight,”
he hissed. I knew the moment he realized why when he bumped against my hymen. His eyes flew up to mine. He was shocked. I waited to see what he’d do.
He checked out my face then he drew back. Damn, he wasn’t going to do it. Then he powered forward and through. I cried out at the tiny bite of pain, then I couldn’t think. He was buried inside me and I was so full I couldn’t move. He pulled back and then slid in again. Both of us moaned. He started to stroke in and out faster as I got used to the feeling of him inside of me and the pain lessened.
“You know what this means don’t you, Cheyenne? It means your mine. You gave yourself to me. I’m never giving you up. Never,”
he snarled as he stroked in and out even harder and deeper. I wrapped my legs around his hips and lifted to meet his next thrust. He lost more control. He was hammering away, and I was loving it. I could feel another orgasm racing up my legs. I was going to come again, and it felt like this one would be even harder than the others. I sank my nails into his ass. He hissed and then pumped harder. His breath was coming in loud pants. His skin was slick with sweat.
Just as my orgasm hit and I screamed, clenching down on him, he swore then stroked in and out twice more before he came. He shouted my name as he did. His warm seed filled me. I sobbed. I had no idea how long it was before I could think. All I knew was my body was on fire and I was having the orgasm of my life. When I could think, he slowly pulled out and fell beside me. He tugged me into his arms and kissed me tenderly. “God, Cheyenne, that was perfect.”
I nodded my head. I couldn’t talk. After such intense orgasms, I was tired. My eyes grew heavy. The last thing I recalled was him kissing me and saying, “I love you, baby.”