Chapter Nine
The clubhouse had gone quiet. The laughter downstairs had faded into muffled voices and the occasional roar and rumble of a motorcycle came from somewhere beyond the windows. In the silence, his room felt unexpectedly gentle.
She stood close, her fingers working the collar of his shirt. Grace suddenly felt shy despite the kiss they’d shared that morning. It had changed everything.
“We don't have to do anything tonight,” he said quietly. “Just because we’re here doesn’t mean you owe me a thing.”
“I’m here because I want to be.”
That wasn’t entirely true, but there wasn’t anywhere else she’d rather be than with him right now. He made her feel safe and wanted. Seen and heard. That was a rarity these days.
“I’m glad you said what you said. I don’t want you to hate me for what I am. I’m also not going to sugarcoat it and tell you I’m an angel.”
“Reaper, are you going to kiss me or not?”
She tugged on his collar this time, and he leaned down to her level, stopping a breath away from kissing her. “Once I do this, there’s no turning back.”
His words were intense, serious, almost a warning.
She tried to soften the tension a bit. “Not much to go back to anyway.”
Then he brushed his lips against hers, soft and tentative.
Why did he have so much self-control when her body felt coiled like a spring?
The scent of his cologne mixed with the leather of his jacket.
It was addicting, surrounding her, lulling her into submission.
His hand on the small of her back was warm, almost hot.
She was hyperaware of every touch, every sound.
He tugged her body closer to his, until if felt like they’d become one, every part of her pressed against him. The leather of his jacket creaked as he held her.
“You’re everything I could ever want from a woman,” he said. “I want you to be sure about this ... are you?”
She nodded before she could lose her nerve. He was talking about more than another kiss.
“Yeah.”
His fingertips skimmed her cheek, so light she almost wondered if she’d imagined them. The roughness of his calloused hand contrasted with the tenderness of the touch, and something inside her unraveled.
Reaper kissed her, instantly satisfying that desperate longing.
It felt different this time. Deeper. Less about wondering what it would be like and more about discovering it together.
Her nervousness didn’t disappear, but it softened beneath the warmth of his mouth, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way he seemed to be listening to every tiny response she gave him.
She’d spent so much of her life wondering what it would feel like to be someone’s choice. Standing here in his room, with his hand cradling her face as though she were something precious, she realized she’d never imagined it could feel this safe.
Grace pushed at his jacket, trying to get it off his shoulders. He immediately helped her, shrugging it off completely and tossing in on a chair. She ran her fingers down his chest. Everything about him was hard and muscled.
Without asking, he pulled off his t-shirt too. His body was so deliciously ripped, and all she could think about was him between her legs. She couldn’t stop touching him.
“Your turn,” he said.
It took her a minute to catch on when she was busy enjoying his body.
She held up her arms so he could help her with her sweater.
The rush of air made shivers skitter along her skin.
Grace was in just her bra as he slid his hands down the length of her arms, his eyes roaming all over her body.
She hoped he liked what he saw. Grace wasn’t a supermodel, but she never pretended to be something she wasn’t and he was still here.
He reached around her body, fiddling with the clasp of her bra. She was a little nervous to be completely bare in front of him, but it was also titillating and she didn’t want to stop.
As her bra fell to the ground, the weight of her breasts spilled out. She swore she heard him growl. He cupped both her tits in his hands, bringing them together.
“I want to kiss every inch of your body,” he said.
Imagining him doing just that made her pussy pulse strong and demanding.
But he returned his hand to her face, backing her up until her legs hit his big, king-size bed. The worn cotton sheets were crumpled but smelled like him.
There was an urgency there now, both of them desperate to make this happen. He reached down and unfastened her pants, pushing them down as he found her lips again. She was glad the room was dim, only the muted lights from the curtains giving a soft glow to the room.
“Undo my belt,” he whispered against her lips.
He kept pressing her back until she couldn’t go anymore and had to sit on the mattress as he stood in front of her.
She did as asked, unfastening his thick leather belt.
Grace swallowed, excited but also very nervous.
She’d never done any of this, never seen a grown man naked, either.
Once his belt was off, she unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped him. He hissed through his teeth and she realized the backs of her fingers had brushed along his hard cock.
“Sorry,” she said.
“You’re too fucking sweet.” He leaned down, plucking her underwear off her body, causing her to fall to her back. Naked.
A wave of heat flooded between her legs. He was staring down at her, making her insecurities run rampant. She covered her breasts with her arms, knowing they were spilling all over the place.
He shook his head. “Don’t hide yourself from me.”
“But—”
“Don’t do it,” he warned. “I want to see those fucking tits. My tits. I’m going to touch them, suck them, fuck them.” She reluctantly moved her arms to the side. He leaned over and smoothed his rough hands up her thighs. Then he kissed her right between the legs.
She squealed and shot up into a sitting position in the bed.
“You’re going to like it. Relax for me. Lay back and open your legs. I want to see that pretty little pussy.”
“I can’t,” she said, holding them shut tightly.
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“Just a little taste. If you hate it, I promise I’ll stop.”
“Okay, I guess so,” she said. “I won’t like it, though.”
He internally laughed. She was going to fucking love it.
She was lush, the ultimate temptation naked on his mattress. Only weeks ago, she was ready to call the cops from the sight of him. Now she was agreeing to let him eat her pussy. It was all surreal.
“Anyone ever do this to you before?” he asked.
“No!” She sounded insulted. “I haven’t done anything with a man before.”
His dick got even harder, if that was possible, knowing she’d be all his and only his.
“Good. I like the sound of that.”
“You do?”
“You’re just for me. My special girl.”
The weight of that responsibility wasn’t lost on Reaper. He had to go slow, gentle, give her time to adjust to his size. Her first time had to be memorable, not painful. She was too important to him to rush this.
“I thought it would be a turnoff.”
“How?”
“I don’t have experience,” she said.
“No, another man hasn’t claimed you. I’ll be the only one with that pleasure.”
He held each of her knees, gently spreading them. Her cheeks were flush, her breathing rapid. In another few minutes, she’d be on cloud nine, begging him to fuck her.
Reaper dropped to one knee, tugging her roughly to the edge of the bed. He tentatively lapped right up her folds. Her entire body jolted. He smirked but she wasn’t watching.
He worked up a slow tempo until he was feasting on her pussy, fucking her with his tongue, flicking her clit until she was crying out and writhing in the sheets.
No way was he giving her breathing room until she came all over his fucking face.
He sucked on her clit, feeling the little bud pulse in his mouth ... so close.
“Reaper!” She clasped the bedding in both fists, no sign of the shy girl hiding herself minutes earlier.
“Relax. Don’t fight it,” he said before returning between her legs. He could live here, enjoying her sweet pussy and listening to her desperate cries for release.
It wasn’t long after, her urgency calmed, her body relaxing against the bed. The sounds changed to soft mewls as the heat of her release was imminent.
“Reaper,” she chanted his name now, rich and erotic. Her hips arched up, needing more, craving it like he knew she would.
Then, in the span of a second, her body detonated. She squealed, panting, her muscles taut as the orgasm ripped through her body. Her eyes were closed now, her chest still rising and falling in deep waves.
Reaper stood up and kicked off his pants and boxers, his cock springing out in front of him as he crawled over her naked body.
He kissed her temple, then ran his tongue along the rim of her ear. “You never told me to stop,” he whispered.
“Don’t gloat,” she said. “Just give me more.” She ran her hands over his shoulders, pulling him closer. He settled between her legs, and it felt like Heaven.
She flinched when his cock grazed her sensitive core. Soon he’d be balls-deep inside of her, claiming her, marking her as his and only his.
Their kiss was fierce, born from longing that had been building for far too long.
He trailed those kisses down her neck to her collarbone, then plumped up one of her tits to take the nipple in his mouth.
He suckled her tit, using his other hand to palm her pussy, getting her ready for what was to come.
“Reaper...”
He positioned himself, reaching between their bodies to grab his erection. He teased her entrance with the head of his cock. He felt like he’d explode any moment.
“We’ll go slow,” he said, knowing it would be a challenge for him.
She kissed him into silence. “I need you.”
He pushed inside her, just a few inches at first before stopping. She felt tight around his girth, squeezing the fuck out of him. He pulled out slightly, then pushed back in, over and over without going deeper.
Grace wasn’t complaining or tensing, so he held her hip and drove the full length of his cock inside her virgin pussy. She made a little gasp when he filled her to the hilt, so he stayed put, giving her time to adjust.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No, I’m okay. I feel so full.”
“You are, full of my cock. You’re all mine now, Grace. No other man is ever going to have you.”
He’d waited long enough.
Reaper began to piston his hips, fucking her proper. She tossed her head back, scratching her nails along his back as he took control. A clean sheen of sweat broke out between them. The headboard knocked against the wall. Their joint breathing and wet fucking were the only other sounds in the room.
He was close, any second now. But he wanted her to come around his cock. He had to push her harder to get a second orgasm so soon.
“Come for me,” he ordered, saying those words repeatedly in her ear. He rammed into her, reached behind her to press just the tip of his finger against her tight little asshole. That was her final undoing.
She screamed, her pussy milking his cock. He instantly joined her, his cum spilling on and on inside her. He groaned with the beautiful release, the complete satisfaction washing over him.
When he rolled off of her to his back, he was spent. Not just his body. Grace meant everything to him, and now they were tied to each other in the most intimate way.
After catching his breath, he shifted to his side, facing her.
“How you feeling?”
“Like I could sleep for a year,” she said.
“That’s fair.”
She snuggled up closer to him, resting her head against his chest. “Your heartbeat is so strong.”
“It beats for you.”
Grace swatted him. “You don’t have to impress me, you already got to home base.”
“That’s why it’s true.”
She made eye contact with him, those big brown eyes his undoing. And he knew in that moment he’d move Heaven and Hell to keep her safe.