Chapter 18
Reaper
Three fucking weeks.
That’s how long I’ve been without Rowan. No texts, no calls, no hearing her cry out my name as I bring her to orgasm. It was a cruel fucking thing to have something and need to let it go.
It was killing me.
Everyone was noticing.
I was barking at every fucker who dared to joke about it, or get on the wrong side of me.
Trojan copped it the most when he didn’t have anything new to give me.
The Ironborne weren’t making a play for Trey at all.
There was nothing to fix for him, and he was growing increasingly angry that he wasn’t allowed to leave The Burrow.
Until today.
With no new information, I had made the decision to let him out, and he’d run straight to a club to party. Fucking idiot.
“Prez,” Maverick said, his tone urgent and a little annoyed. I turned to face him, along with Chaos and Shadow. They all looked inside at the party going on at the bar. My eyes grazed over the occupants, looking for my dickhead son before he got himself into more trouble than before.
But that’s not who I saw.
It’s not who the boys saw either.
There she was.
In all her glorious beauty, and in the tiniest dress I’d ever seen. Lush curves on display, her leg tattoo out for all to see. I loved that she was unashamedly confident in her own body. Even after bitches tried to take that from her.
My cock hardened immediately as I looked at her laughing and joking with her friends. Though, Frankie wasn’t with her. These were friends I didn’t know, and that burned something deep in my chest.
Was she in danger?
“Prez,” Shadow put his hand on my chest to direct my attention to him. “Let’s go.”
I wanted to object, but he was right. I’d let her go so she wasn’t in danger anymore. It was stupid to be here, putting her in that very danger that I was trying to protect her from. Danger that I couldn’t see, or put my hands on because I didn’t fucking know where it was coming from.
I hated not knowing. I hated not being able to fix this.
I fucking hated not being buried balls deep in my woman.
I nodded at Shadow, and he moved away, with the boys. One last look, I told myself. And that was the biggest mistake.
Rowan was smiling up at a fucking guy, one I didn’t know, and he had his goddamn hands on her. I saw red, my feet moving before my brain could catch up. I stormed through the front doors, and down the hall that led to the bar’s entry. Maverick was on me faster than I could fathom, holding me back.
“Look at the name, brother,” he said harshly in my ear. I shoved him, and he pointed up at the name of the bar. The Anchor.
Fuck.
Why the fuck was she on Ironborne territory?
Someone spoke to her and her eyes darted to where I stood, anger seeping into every pore of my skin.
She looked surprised, but it was quickly replaced with a smile for the guy with his hand on her waist. She spoke to him and he nodded, leaving with his friends.
Rowan grabbed her clutch and left the bar through the back entrance.
I shoved Maverick away from me and headed outside to get some fresh air.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
How could she be so ingrained in my head that I couldn’t see through the red hot rage of seeing her with another man? I’d ended it. This wasn’t her fault.
Maybe it was.
Maybe she was getting back at me. But how would she know I’d be here?
“Come on, Prez,” Shadow said. “We got shit to do.”
“Go ahead. I need to blow off some steam, ride it out.”
He nodded, so did Maverick. It was only Chaos who seemed to doubt me.
He didn’t say a word, instead turning to join the boys on their bikes.
I made a move to mine, watching as they peeled out of the street and onto the main road, before I doubled back.
Heading down the other alley behind The Anchor.
She was there. Pacing. Angry.
Perfect.
I closed the distance between us, shoving her up against the wall. Rowan let out a gasp, her eyes wide as she tried to fight until she saw it was me.
Slowly, she softened, her breathing untamed, her anger palpable.
“Get the fuck off me, Reaper.”
“Who the fuck was that in there? Replacing me with a fucking Ironborne?”
Her eyes were wide for a moment, confusion etching her features, before she schooled it. She’d not known he was Ironborne until I told her. She probably had no idea the territories that were Ironborne, and what were Shackled Sons.
“Who I go on dates with is of no concern of yours,” she spat viciously. “You’re just jealous he’s younger, and can keep up with me.”
“Yeah? You didn’t seem to mind when you were bouncing on my cock every chance you got, or when you’d cry out my name as I made you come so hard you blacked out.”
Her lip trembled for a moment, before she caught herself.
I hated that she felt the need to do that.
I wanted her to get angry, I wanted her to fight me…
for me. God, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
I wanted her to tell me she didn’t care that I was dangerous, that she wanted to face it with me.
I wanted her to want me anyway.
“Fuck you, Reaper.”
“No, cupcake, that’s what you want, isn’t it? I’d hate to disappoint you with my old dick.”
She struggled against me, her hands slapping at my neck, my chest, but she didn’t really want me to let her go. She could easily knee me from her position and she didn’t.
My Rowan wanted this.
I crushed my lips against hers, tasting her sweetness mixed with the vanilla martini she’d been consuming. God, she was incredible. Her sweet moans, nails digging into my arms as I devoured her mouth. I ground my hard cock against her core, eliciting a deep moan from her into my mouth.
Pulling my mouth away from her. “I thought you didn’t want me, Rowan? I can feel how fucking wet you are for me.”
She sneered at me, her upper lip pulling back just a little. “Maybe that was from my friend inside. I’d hate to disappoint him. Put me down.”
“Like fuck,” I grunted. “This pussy is mine.”
I undid the buckle of my belt, yanking my jeans down just enough to free my hard cock.
I was so fucking hard for her. Yanking her dress up over her hips, I pulled her thong to the side, already feeling just how wet she was, before I notched my cock at her entrance and slammed my way home.
Rowan cried out at the intrusion. I grunted into her neck.
The feeling of her tight pussy wrapping around my aching cock was enough to send me over the edge, but I held off, pounding her against the wall.
“Say it,” I growled.
“No,” she moaned into my neck, her fingers digging into the flesh of my shoulders. Every moan, every gasp…I swallowed that shit up.
“Fucking say it, Rowan,” I grunted. “Who. The. Fuck. Does. This. Pussy. Belong. To?”
I enunciated every word with a thrust, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her orgasm on the edge. I slid my finger between us, mashing against her engorged clit.
“Fuck!” she cried out.
I stopped thrusting, and she squirmed to get me to move.
“Rowan, who does this pussy belong to?”
“You, fuck, you!”
I slammed into her again, my thrusts hitting somewhere deep inside her that had her crying and cursing out loud.
My balls tingled, signalling my impending explosion.
When her pussy fluttered again, I pounded harder, dragging my teeth over her neck, and biting down.
Rowan screamed, her orgasm hit her, signalling my own to join her.
Fuck.
I was breathless, my vision cloudy and my head battling with keeping me upright. What the fuck was that? I’ve never come so hard in my life.
I held her as we caught our breath, my little possessive act doing something for us that I couldn’t even begin to fathom.
Slowly, I let her down. We fixed ourselves up in silence. Rowan refused to look at me, and I didn’t know what to say. But I didn’t regret what happened for a second.
She made a move to leave, but I grabbed her wrist and wheeled her around. She clocked me with her clutch that she’d retrieved from the ground. The pain hit me harder than I expected and made me a little dizzy.
“You got what you wanted, Reaper,” she said. “Now, off you go back to your tramps. I’ve got a date to get back to.”
When she made a move to leave again, I hooked my arm around her waist and pulled her up against mine.
“Something you should know about me, Rowan. I don’t fucking share, and you just said it yourself. That pussy is mine. You’re mine. Come back to the clubhouse with me.”
Rowan shoved at me, catching me off guard and flipped her finger up at me. “I don’t belong to you. I belong to me. Now fuck off back to your whores.”
I closed the distance between us, not willing to let her go again.
Grabbing her jaw, I pulled her in for a kiss.
She melted into me for a minute, just as I did when she kissed me, before I felt the sharp pain between my legs.
I fell to my knees, clutching my crotch, the pain rocketing through me like I’d been shot.
Rowan stood over me, her hands on her hips and that look on her face that told me she wasn’t to be trifled with. Fuck me. Could you get hard while your cock and balls were aching from a knee to the crotch?
“Fuck off back to the clubhouse.”
She turned and left me kneeling in the alleyway, my heart beating erratically in my chest. I was going to marry that girl.