Chapter Ten
Grace opened her eyes, closed them, and opened them again. She remembered what happened last night, and she kept waiting for the guilt to come clawing its way deep inside her, but nothing happened. She didn’t feel regret.
Reaper’s heavy arm was draped across her stomach, and she didn’t dare move. She took a slow, deep breath, and again waited for that guilt. Nothing happened because she didn’t care about what she did last night. The sex had been incredible. Reaper had been amazing.
She knew her parents would be turning in their graves right about now, but she couldn’t care what they thought. Reaper was not like they even suggested.
“Are you wanting to kick my ass out of bed?” Reaper asked, and this made her quickly turn her head to see he was already awake and staring right at her.
“You’re awake,” she said, stating the obvious.
He chuckled. “That I am.” He winked at her. “And so are you. Is this where you tell me last night was a mistake and I shouldn’t ever think about it again?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not that bad.”
“I know you’re not that bad, but you know, it’s the cold, harsh light of day.” He stroked his finger across the top curve of her breast. “And let’s just say, you didn’t exactly have the nicest things to think or say about me.”
She felt her cheeks heat. She groaned and put her hands against her face.
“Please stop. What can I do for you to stop bringing that up?” She wrinkled her nose.
He was going to make her feel guilty for the rest of her life.
“I was wrong, and I really shouldn’t have prejudged you.
I was wrong and I did make a very bad mistake. ”
He laughed. “Yeah, you did, but don’t worry, I still like you.”
She giggled and he pulled her close. She let out a gasp as he leaned over her, then his lips were on hers, and she didn’t feel embarrassed. Not at all. She loved feeling his lips on hers, and she didn’t want him to stop.
He groaned, and she felt him trace her lip with the tip of his tongue, and she couldn’t help herself as she opened her mouth just a little, and he plunged inside. His other hand, that had been teasing the top flesh of her breast, suddenly curved down, and he cupped her tit in his palm.
She melted against him.
He growled against her skin, and he suddenly broke the kiss, but his lips were not going anywhere, as he trailed them down her neck.
When he got to her pulse, she cried out at the instant hit of pleasure that rushed straight between her thighs.
She attempted to close them, to at least give herself some friction, but that wasn’t happening.
He moved his thigh between her legs, and she cried out, arching up for more.
“You drive me crazy,” he said, and then he proved that he was the one to drive them both crazy as his mouth started to travel down her body.
She whimpered as he got to her tits, then he pushed both of her breasts together, and his tongue seemed to attack both hardened nipples.
Another moan. Another whimper. Grace was shocked to hear all the sounds coming out of her mouth and it filled the entire room, seeming to echo off the walls.
Reaper was a master with her body, and she merely his puppet.
He took one nipple into his mouth, biting down but not too hard, just enough to make her ache for more, but not enough to make her scream.
It was like he knew her body better than she did, as he knew just how much she could take.
He quickly moved onto the second nipple, lavishing it with attention, and there was only so much she could take.
The pleasure was intense.
She moaned his name.
He growled against her skin, and then Reaper continued down, going straight to her pussy.
Grace felt that anticipation building within her, and then his mouth was on her pussy, and nothing could truly prepare her for just how good that felt. His mouth was an even better master than his hands. And his hands were everywhere as he touched her, which she didn’t want him to stop.
He slid his tongue between her slit, gliding across her clit, and then delving down to thrust into her pussy. After several thrusts of his tongue, he brought it back up to her clit, where he sucked her into his mouth.
She panted, gripping the sheets in a fist. He focused so heavily on her nub, and she found herself coming apart at the sheer pleasure of his tongue.
The orgasm took her completely by surprise, but Reaper shocked her still, as he flipped her over onto her stomach, and then immediately drew her onto her knees.
She didn’t know what he intended, but when the tip of his cock was at her entrance, she knew exactly what he wanted. Slowly, he sunk inside her, filling her to the brim, and she cried out.
He growled against her neck and pulled out until he was nearly all of the way out of her, then slammed back inside.
He was so big, and she felt like she couldn’t take anymore, but at the same time, she didn’t want him to stop.
She wanted him to keep going. He started to slam inside her, repeatedly thrusting hard and deep.
Her whole body felt on fire in the best possible way, and she didn’t want him to stop.
She loved the way he gripped her hips and pulled all of the way out of her. Teasing.
“Do you have any idea how pretty you look with your pussy wrapped around my cock?” he asked.
There was that tiny groan of appreciation, before the sudden tightening of his hands at her hips as he pushed himself inside her. The pleasure was intense, and she whimpered.
Reaper tensed up and pounded inside her, only to suddenly slow it down, then speed it up.
Grace didn’t know how much she would be able to take, but when he reached between her thighs, he began to massage her clit.
There was no way she was going to have another orgasm.
He already pushed her over the edge into oblivion.
Yet, that is exactly what happened. Reaper commanded her body, and her body responded to him in kind.
She couldn’t hold back, the dual stimulation too much, and she came apart on his dick, and then, seconds later, she felt him join her. His cock pulsing as he came, filling her with wave upon wave of his cum.
****
Reaper left Grace at the club as he took the call from Gena, and he arrived at the woman’s shelter as quickly as he could. It was late, it was dark, and he’d spent most of the day with Grace naked underneath him.
He’d never had a whole day where he spent his time fucking one woman.
Grace was different. After the first time, he figured he’d have his fill, but less than an hour later, he was between her thighs.
He loved the taste of her pussy, and loved the way she looked as he gave her his dick.
It was like her body was made for him and him alone. He couldn’t stop himself.
The pleasure was out of this world, and because he’d been fucking her all day, he only left his room to get some food. During one of those trips, he checked his cell phone and saw he’d gotten a call, followed by a text, and then several missed calls from Gena.
He felt guilty, as he told the other woman she could rely on him. He waited at the door and as Gena approached, he noticed the way she looked past his shoulder, as if she was expecting to see someone or something.
“Thank you for coming. I am so sorry about calling you like this,” Gena said.
“Don’t worry about it.”
He saw her hands shaking and then she immediately closed and locked the door.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Come to my office.”
Gena was a force to be reckoned with and she didn’t scare easily. Once inside her office, he saw a cardboard box on the table, and Reaper didn’t even wait for an invitation.
“Be ... prepared,” Gena said.
He turned to look at her, and he opened the box, and inside was a dead animal.
It looked like some form of roadkill, but it had been run over several times, and the smell was disgusting.
This wasn’t new to him. Threats like this had been sent to the club plenty of times, usually a body part or two.
Gena handed him a glove, which he took, and as he moved the carcass out of the way, he saw the finger.
It did look feminine in origin. He was no forensic scientist, but it was small, slender, and there was a painted nail as well.
“When did you get this?” he asked.
“About three this afternoon, that was when I started to call you,” she said. “There is also this.”
She held out a folded-up letter, and he took it from her.
In cut-outs was the message, You have something that belongs to me.
“I’ve been calling around to the staff and the only one I can’t get ahold of is Grace. She doesn’t wear nail polish, though. Who could it be?” she asked. “It is a threat, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is, and don’t worry about Grace. I’m taking care of her.”
“Why?” Gena asked.
“Someone was following her.”
Just then, his cell phone started to ring. Reaper frowned and then glanced down to see it was Lord. He was tempted to reject the call, but his prez would have his ass. There were people you could ignore, and those that if you ignored, it would end up worse for you.
“I’m a little busy—”
“You know that little problem of yours, that pet project, well, it has just posted its ass right inside our club,” Lord said.
This made Reaper frown.
“What?” he asked.
“That judge you want to piss off, he just signed a warrant to have our clubhouse ransacked and checked from top to bottom. You better get your ass over here,” Lord said.
Reaper gritted his teeth. This was not fucking good.
“Have you had any other threats?” he asked.
“None. I mean, I always get calls, and there are always threats, but this is ... this is different.”
“Who else has touched this package?”
“It was just me and the courier, no one else.”
He’d ridden on a fucking bike, and he needed to get this secured. “Grab me a bag. Large enough to carry this fucking box,” he said.
He didn’t usually swear, but if the judge was about to start making threats to the club, he needed to be prepared.
“What are you doing?” Gena asked.
“I’ve got a couple of friends that should be able to analyze the box.”
“You mean for, like, fingerprints?”
“Yes.” He’d be able to find out if the judge was happy getting his hands dirty, or if he paid people to do it.
“What do I do in the meantime?” Gena asked.
“Lock up tight, and call me if you see anything suspicious.”
“What about calling the cops?” Gena asked.
“Don’t call them. You never know who they might have on their payroll. Keep Heidi safe. Keep them all safe, and until I say otherwise, only authorized personnel are allowed here, got it?” he asked.
Gena nodded. “Yeah, I got it.”
“Don’t tell Grace about this,” he said. “It’s going to be okay, you’ve just got to trust me. I’ll make sure everything is squared away, and if you need anything, anything at all...”
“You’re a good man, Reaper,” she said, and started to escort him out of the building. Reaper made sure she locked the door before he took a step back, and he checked the perimeter for any signs of a black SUV, or any suspicious activity. There was nothing.
Getting to his bike, he secured the package.
Women, children, and animals were total innocents in his book, or at least, most women. He knew of some that were evil.