Chapter 22
Rowan
Reaper on his knees before me was a powerful thing indeed.
This fearless man who would destroy two human lives just because they hurt me, and then giving me the chance to kill them myself.
Not only that, but he didn’t seem turned off by my anger, the darkness I kept buried deep…
he seemed to want that to come out to play, and that had felt freeing.
He closed the distance, moving toward me on his knees, that dark look of desire in his eyes, as he locked on my pussy.
It had been a choice to go panty-less, but it was proving to be a very good choice right now.
His hands moved to my thighs, shifting my weight so he could pull my thighs over his shoulders.
He moved me toward the edge of the table, before his mouth descended on my pussy.
Reaper groaned as he tasted me. His tongue swept up and down my folds, before circling my clit.
I was so amped up that I knew it wouldn’t take long to fall over the edge.
Reaper worked his finger into my core, blending the rhythm of his tongue and fingers, causing a delicious ripple of desire to run through me, sending sparks down the nerves of my legs and to my toes.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
How could he be so good at that?
When he groaned against my clit, I fell over the edge, coming hard. My eyes rolled back into my head as the flutters of my orgasm rocked me. Reaper lapped me up, flicking my clit a few more times with the tip of his tongue.
“Am I forgiven?” he asked, his voice a deep gravel, laden with desire.
“Not even close,” I said with a smirk. It was all I could do, my mind was still off in the land of orgasm. He rose from his knees, crowding me, his mouth on mine. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it drove me wild.
Before I could do anything, he had me on my feet, in front of him, his mouth on my neck, sucking, licking, biting. I cried out when he bit down on my shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark.
The sound of the table moving across the cement floor startled me.
Until I felt him shove me against it, from the other side.
His mouth on mine, as he unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down and kicking them off.
I pulled at his kutte, placing it on the chair to the side of the table.
I knew the rule that a kutte was never discarded on the floor, and I wanted him to see I understood the importance of it.
His eyes flared, obviously taking in what I had done.
“You have no idea what you do to me, baby,” he said, biting down on my earlobe. I could feel my pussy clenching, needing him to slam into me and make me whole. “Watching you take control like that, how brutal, vicious, gorgeous you are. I can’t believe I get to call you mine.”
I moaned through his kisses. “I never said I was yours.”
His mouth slammed onto mine, his teeth grazing over my bottom lip.
“Make no mistake about it, Rowan. You are mine, you probably have been since the moment I laid eyes on you. Now, turn around, look at the mess you made, while I make you come so loud, everyone in that clubhouse will know you’re my ol’ lady. ”
How the fuck did he know exactly the right thing to say to me?
Reaper spun me, to face my mess, as he’d put it.
The blood coursing over the cement, because of what I did, and what he did before me, had my legs trembling.
Something was wrong with me, surely, and yet Reaper made me feel like I was a goddess, worthy of everything I could ever want.
He kicked at my ankles, moving my dress further up over my ass, before his hand landed over a cheek, causing me to jolt forward and cry out.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Look at that pink ass. Damn you look good with my handprint on you, baby.”
“Ah,” I grunted, pitching forward. “Fuck me, please. I need you.”
Reaper moved between my legs, his cock notching at my soaking entrance. “What my woman wants, she gets.” He slid into me painfully slowly, stretching me, as I looked over at the carnage before us. “Always.”
I held onto the table, as Reaper picked up the pace, thrusting into me hard, his fingers gripping my hips, digging into my skin and causing a sharp pain to shoot through my skin.
“Fuck,” he grunted on a thrust. “You are so fucking perfect for me.” Thrust. “Made for me.”
His praise was sending me over to my second orgasm.
The way he could lose control with me, the way he made me feel, it was overwhelming.
When my orgasm hit, I cried out so loud that I was worried people would come in.
Reaper pounded into me, gripping my neck and pulling me up, my back to his front.
The angle was all kinds of decadent, sending me crying out again, as my pussy throbbed around him.
Reaper moved my head to the side, so he could claim my mouth, while his hips snapped back and forth, fucking me with everything he had.
I never wanted it to end. I never wanted him to ever stop fucking me.
He was my own personal vice.
My addiction.
“Fuck, Rowan,” he growled as I felt his cock thicken inside of me, before his release emptied into me.
We stayed that way, trying to catch our breath.
Slowly, he pulled out of me, and I felt our releases start to run down my thigh.
“Oh baby, you look so good with my cum dripping out of you. Like you’re mine. ”
Turning to face him, I smiled at his wild eyes. My wild man.
“How about you take me inside and fill every one of my holes with your cum, so I truly am yours.”
He groaned, pulling me into him. “That attitude is gonna get me in trouble, isn’t it?”
“Depends if you’re a good boy or not,” I said before I kissed him hard. “Now, hurry up. I need that cock in my mouth.”
Reaper
“Where are you going?” I asked, as I felt her get out of bed. Cracking one eye open, I was surprised to see her almost fully dressed.
“I need to go and talk to Frankie,” she told me. “Otherwise she’ll bust down that door and interrupt us.”
Chuckling, I sat up, wiping my hand down my face. We couldn’t have gotten more than a few hours of sleep last night. After our fun in the shed, she’d been insatiable, as had I.
No regrets.
“I don’t mind if she watches how a real man fucks, fireball, but she definitely ain’t interrupting me once I’m inside of you.”
She smirked at my little name for her. “Either way, I think I need a little time to recover before you devour me again.”
Standing, I pull her into me, kissing her softly. “I might actually get some work done. Where are you meeting her?”
“Crossbones,” she said with a smile. “Trey is taking me so you don’t have to worry.”
I immediately thought of the last time we were there, with Tee and Tori. “Okay, I’ll see you later. And babe, before you go, if anyone gives you shit…”
“I can handle myself, plus I doubt they’ll start shit with Frankie there. That’s one bitch who won’t back down.”
I kissed her again, something I couldn’t stop doing, before I let her go. Her strut as she walked to the door, casually throwing her head over her shoulder and winking, before disappearing through it, almost did me in.
Fuck me, I was in trouble.
The boys were all enjoying a mid-morning beverage by the time I came downstairs. Cherry handed me my coffee, already knowing I was going to need it.
“Anything to report?” I asked her, surprised at how gruff my voice was. She smirked, a knowing look in her eyes.
“Nothing crazy, Prez,” she said. “Beast is back, in the Chapel.”
Great.
I nodded at her, downed my short black and headed into Chapel. Beast and Knight sat side by side. I’d known them back before they dressed differently, back when you couldn’t tell them apart. Sitting down at my seat, I waited for them to start. Knight nudged Beast.
“Prez, I…found something out.”
I waited, unsure I was going to like what I was about to hear. “From who?”
“Listen to him, Prez. We can discuss the ins and outs of how he found out later.”
I nodded at Knight, and turned back to his wayward brother. The one who had held so much promise until he’d had his heart stomped on and what was left in its wake was what I was looking at now.
A man, lost, and fucking his way through every unavailable woman he could find.
“Speak,” I told him, leaning forward on the table.
“Tee and Tori are planning something,” he said. “Against your woman.”
“They wouldn’t dare. I claimed her as mine publicly. They know the rules.”
“Since when have they cared for rules?” Knight interjected. He’d always had a problem with the bitches that ran in the club.
“How do you know this?” I asked him, my patience wearing thin.
“One of my…women…she works at Crossbones, and she overhead the plan to…do something about her.”
Maverick entered the room, looking from the boys to me, and smirking. “Something up?”
“Sit,” I ordered. His smile disappeared, luckily for him or I’d cut it off his face. Maverick took his seat next to me, and listened to Knight recount what Beast had said.
“And how reliable is this…woman of yours?” Maverick asked.
“Solid,” Beast said. “She wouldn’t lie. She has nothing to gain from it, but I know she’s loyal to the club.”
“Well as long as she stays close, or with one of us, I doubt we’ll have a problem.”
My fear shot through me. I’d wanted to give her freedom, a life where I trusted she could look after herself. I knew she could, I’d seen what she did to the men in my shed, but if she was surprised by two women hellbent on hurting her…
I shot out of my seat and headed to the door, without dismissing them.
My mind was on the fact that my woman just walked into Crossbones without anyone to protect her.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and hit Trey’s number.
I didn’t want to alert Rowan to me coming for her and piss her off unless I had to.
Once I got to my bike, I saw Chaos and Maverick heading my way. The only two crazy enough to not ask questions and just follow. Shadow was a close third but he was on a recon mission today.