Chapter Six
Reaper
We eat the rest of the meal with a semblance of conversation and then Scarlet goes to check on her patient.
I watch her walk to the stairs, her sexy ass wriggling from side to side and her long hair begging to be in my fist again, being pulled and yanked while she cries out in bliss.
I shift on the seat, my cock hardening once more.
That had been one hell of a fuck, which is probably why I’d put myself in a bad mood.
This shit with her couldn’t last more than a few days.
Then she’d forget about me and go back to her world, which would be the best thing for her.
And I’d go back to my black edge of society where blood spills with ease and violence is our currency.
We’d never meet again. How could we? She was too damn good for a brutal son of a bitch like me.
The blood on my hands was never coming off.
I was stained with it. She’d already atoned, long ago, by saving lives on a daily basis.
Besides, her crime was self-defense and survival, which actually didn’t class as a crime in my book.
She was a goddamn angel to my devil.
Which made this whole situation a conundrum. Fucking her hadn’t scratched the itch of need I had for her. Hell, it hadn’t even scraped the surface. The woman has done some weird voodoo magic on me. That was the only explanation for why I just wanted to be inside her again.
I go to the downstairs bathroom, wash my face, my underarms and cock, and then wet my hair. There’s a toothbrush and deodorant and I use both. I change my dressing. All looks good.
When I come out, there is movement upstairs. Voices. Footsteps. A door opening and closing, water running, and a toilet flushing.
I clear the plates, rinse them, and then pop another beer.
Pulling a curtain to one side, I see Tank in the shadows talking to Ghost. Chances were they’d take turns sleeping in the truck.
At least it isn’t cold and they look relaxed, always a good sign.
In the far distance a small herd of bison graze.
Their humped shoulders and thick necks a distinct silhouette.
I like them and often see them around here. I don’t get too close, though. Grumpy bastards.
Scarlet appears again. She has a soft smile and the frown line on her brow has gone. It was my fault, it had appeared over dinner.
“Hey.” I pull the curtain. “All okay.”
“Yes, she’s feeling a little better. Exhausted, of course, and the car journey didn’t help but I’m not worried about her vitals.” She brushes her hands down a pair of dark blue sweats and then tugs on the matching t-shirt. “I showered, found this in a drawer. Better than scrubs. Hope that’s okay.”
“Yeah, no problem.” I nod at the stairs. “She sleeping?”
“Yes, she is now. I’ve given her something. The nights are the worst when you’re going through what she is.”
“Yeah, I bet.” I step up to her, crowding her. “You’re a good person, you know.”
She looks up at me but doesn’t speak.
“You deserve the fucking world, even more so after what you went through back East.”
“That’s history. And I deserve no more or less than anyone else.” She ducks past me. Annoying. And goes to the window where I’d just been standing. She moves the curtain. “I spotted bison. I haven’t seen them before.”
I tuck in behind her and inhale the flowery scent of her hair. “Yeah, they’re the descendants of the last wild herd in the US apparently, came from Yellowstone.”
“They’re huge, even from this distance.”
I lift a strand of her hair and spread it out between my finger and thumb. She doesn’t seem to notice.
“Do you think your buddies have seen anyone hanging around?”
Her attention has gone to where Tank and Ghost are standing, cigarette smoke hanging in the air above them.
“Nah, they’d be pacing, weapons out if they thought the Hyenas were lurking.”
“Okay, that’s good.” She turns and spots me holding her hair.
I drop it.
She frowns. “What are you doing?”
“Is it my fault if I just want to touch you?” I stare at her pouty lips, so damn kissable and soft.
She swallows. A small gulping sound. “You’re blowing hot and cold, Reaper. I’m going from burning up to frostbite.”
I chuckle. “Sorry about that.”
“But ... why?”
I lean closer, trapping her between the window and my body. The heat of her seeps onto my bare chest and my arms ache to snatch her close. “You’re fucking with my head, Scarlet.”
“I haven’t done anything.”
“Just being here ... just being you. That’s enough to remind me what I’ve been missing.”
She touches my cheek with the tip of her index finger. “And what’s that?”
“A sexy woman in my arms.” I give in to the urge and embrace her delicate body, pulling her close. “A woman who captivates me.”
“Captivates?” She tips her head. “Well, it certainly felt like you took me captive back at the ER.”
I dip my head so my lips are a whisper from hers. “Are you complaining?”
“No, Consuela needs me.”
“As it turns out, so do I.” I kiss her and moan when she lets my tongue touch hers. It’s like finding a precious item that’s been lost. Everything I want in one sweet smart person.
I grasp her ass and pull her against me. Instantly my cock hardens and my heart rate picks up. The rest of the world fades and she is my universe.
“This way.” I break the kiss and lead her to a bottle-green sofa in a dark corner. It’s wide and soft with matching scatter cushions. I’m greedy for her—for her taste, her pussy, her orgasms.
I push her to sitting and then kneel between her legs. I curl my hands around the waistband of her sweats and pull.
“Reaper?”
“I’m gonna lick you till you’re screaming my name.” I tip my mouth into a grin. “You ain’t ever gonna want me to stop.”
“Oh, fuck.” She fists a cushion and her eyes widen.
I take that as a “yes, please,” and pull her sweats, exposing her little patch of hair and then her pussy. They’re off in an instant and I place my hands on her inner thighs and spread them wide. She trembles beneath my touch and her mouth is slack.
“Been a while, huh?” I ask. I can’t imagine her asshole ex will have been generous with his tongue.
She nods. “Yes, you could say that.”
I smile and stroke my finger through her plump lips. She dampens quickly as I explore each dip and crevice and when I push one finger into her, she gasps and tenses around me.
Damn it, my cock is so hard it’s painful. But I’m determined to go slow. She’s so pretty and responsive and I haven’t played like this for a long time.
“Just relax,” I say and push at her mound to expose her clit. “We’ve got all night.”
She doesn’t reply but she’s watching me intently.
I keep eye contact, poke out my tongue, and roll it over her pretty pink clit.
She sucks in a breath and her breasts hitch beneath the t-shirt. I love the fact she’s braless, her nipples are poking at the material like bullets and it’s so damn sexy.
I take her clit into my mouth and suck gently at the same time as adding another finger to her pussy. She bucks her hips and lets her head fall back, eyes closed.
Good, that’s what I want. Her total focus. I want her to hand over control to me. Her trust. I want that too.
I fuck her with my fingers. She’s so wet now and yielding to me. Totally turned on. And as I work her clit, she gyrates her hips in time with what I’m giving her.
My cock complains that it’s not inside her, testing every ounce of my control, but I manage to ignore it, despite its throbbing against my zipper.
Desperate little gasps catch in her throat and her pussy squeezes.
I know I’m hitting her hot spot and it encourages me on.
I give her it hard and firm with fingers and tongue.
Her knees rise up to grip my shoulders and I slip my free hand beneath her butt to hold her in place.
My nose rubs on her pubic hair, my chin is wet. I want her orgasm.
“Oh, please don’t...”
Time stretches like syrup, thick and slow, and I feel the pressure in her mounting, piling up to a point she won’t be able to contain.
Her belly is rigid and the tendons on her neck are taut.
I’m burning up with my own need. My heart is clattering and my mind screaming to release my dick and sink deep.
“Reaper! Oh ... oh...”
Her pussy contracts around my fingers. I’m pumping into her hard, my knuckles bashing up against her wetness. Her clit is swollen in my mouth and I lave and rotate it. Power surges through me, the type of soul-satisfying power I haven’t felt in a while.
Her hand is in my hair, pulling, yanking, and then she springs forward and lets out a cry of pleasure. Her pussy squirts into my palm and contracts and releases around me. Her clit pulses and she grinds into my face.
Damn, this woman is spicy hot. My perfect flavor.
****
Scarlet
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. My orgasm is wild and feral. It goes on and on and Reaper stays with me, pushing it to the point I can’t breathe.
I spring forward, tearing at his hair as my insides throb and searing hot bliss circulates.
My hips buck and wetness pours from my pussy.
I clamp my mouth shut to stop myself crying out again.
I don’t know who I am anymore and I barely know the man who has just given me the best oral sex of my damn life.
“Oh, fuck...” I gasp and open my eyes to stare at his face buried between my legs. “That’s it ... that’s it.” I grip his ears and tug. I’m so sensitive now the pressure has released.
He rises, his fingers still deep. His face is flushed and shiny with my moisture. My clit pulses as fast as my heart beats.
“You’re fucking awesome when you come,” he says, looming over me, all wide torso, tan skin, and intricate ink.
I’m breathing fast and I grip his bare shoulders, my fingers digging into his flesh. I feel small and vulnerable beneath him, yet he kisses me so tenderly that a sense of safety, of being adored, wends through me like a caress.
He spreads my taste into my mouth then slips his fingers from my pussy and trails wetness up to my belly and strokes a circle around my navel.
“I’ve found a new favorite thing to do,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Passes the time, I guess.” I smile as he kisses me again.
His other hand is around my nape and he pulls me to sitting, not breaking the kiss until I find myself face to face with his groin as he straightens. Damn, he’s hard. The outline of his cock is clearly visible against his pants.
I reach for the snake’s head buckle on his leather belt. “Looks like a tight fit in there, Reaper.”
“Could say that,” he grunts.
“Want me to sort out your little problem?”
“Little?” He raises an eyebrow at me.
I grin up at him and let the belt hang loose. I take hold of his zipper. “I have yet to judge up close.”
“You know damn well it’s as big as you can take.” His voice is deep and growling.
I do know that, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of agreeing and I undo his pants and push them down his hips. His boxers are black with SAXX written around the band. I pull them out, over his cock and then push them down.
His fingers tighten on the back of my neck and he moans, the warmth of his breath breezing over my head. “Yeah, that’s it, honey.”
His cock is big and domed, the head shiny and a long straight vein engorged on the upper side.
My mouth waters to taste him and I know that’s what he wants too. I look up at him and flutter my eyelashes. “Now what?”
“Fucking suck me,” he says through gritted teeth. “Before I have a damn heart attack with longing.”
“Please.”
“Please with fucking fairy lights on.” He moves my head closer to his groin and fists his cock ready to feed it to me.
I open my mouth and without breaking eye contact I stretch my lips around his glans and poke my tongue into his slit.
“Ah, Jesus.” He locks his knees and his abdominal muscles turn to bricks. “You’re killing me.”
I slide him deeper, my tongue wrapped around his shaft as I create a gentle suction.
“Ah, yeah...” He tips back his head and closes his eyes. “Fuck, yeah...”
I love how he expresses his pleasure and I let him touch my throat. Then I pull back and let him slip from me. I hold his saliva-coated cock and then take him deep again.
“More. Faster.” He swings his hips back and then toward me. “I’m gonna fuck your pretty mouth. Get ready.”
The pace he sets up and the way he holds me firm does make it feel like he’s fucking my mouth, but I don’t complain. I want him to have the same mind-blowing experience I just had.
He huffs and grunts and holds my head in both his hands, his palms clamped over my ears. I tuck my fingers beneath his shaft and find his balls, roll them in my fingers, and stroke the patch of skin between them and his asshole.
“Fucking little minx,” he gasps and speeds up. “You are ... Jesus ... yes...”
He’s ramming into me the way I was bucking against his tongue and fingers. Saliva drips down my chin, I have to catch my breaths in sharp little gasps when he pulls out and before he goes back in.
Salty pre-cum spreads on my tongue and I know he’s close. I keep up my fondling of his balls and take him deep with each thrust.
“Ah ... ah ... here it is...”
I steel myself for his release.
It comes in great pulses of fluid. I swallow and my eyes water. I’m possessed by him, he’s taking what he needs. It’s goddamn glorious.
“Ah, yeah, yeah...” He’s not quiet and his unholy praises echo around the room.
I look up and find him staring down at me. His pupils are wide and his shoulders trembling. He releases a long groan and then hisses in a breath. For a moment he pauses, deep, and then he pulls out and sinks to his knees before me.
“Reaper.” I grip his biceps. “I ... that was...”
“Nothing and no one has ever...” His eyes are glazed and he’s breathing fast. “Jesus, woman. Your mouth around my dick is...”
His kiss is wild and primitive as though he can’t get close enough to me. He presses me back onto the sofa and I find myself lying beneath him. His weight is sexy and I let myself get lost in his kiss and the feel of his skin beneath my palms.
I’m living life in the fast lane. It’s exciting and dangerous and I’ve never felt so satisfied or so alive.
Reaper.
It’s his doing.
The badass biker who came to me bleeding out now has me craving his every touch and kiss.
What kind of crazy ass trip is this?