Chapter 30
Reaper
Trey was glaring.
Again.
Fuck this shit.
I moved across the clubhouse and sat down in the booth, on the opposite side of him.
“Fucking talk to me, Trey. Brianna can forgive me, why can’t you?”
He sighed, and for a moment I thought he might get up and move away, but instead, he let out a long breath, his features softening slightly.
“I know you did the best you could. I know that my mother lied a lot, but you are dating my ex-girlfriend, and my friend. That’s hard for me, but it’s also to do with me.”
“I get it, but Rowan is…I don’t know, she’s just something I can’t give up. I hope you can look past that.”
Slowly, he nodded. “I guess I can. With relation to you sending bikers to help me with The Pit, can you stop?”
I sat back in the booth, unsure I could agree to that. Something was pulling at me to agree, and yet something else was holding back. My need to protect him was overpowering, in a way I couldn’t explain.
“Trey…”
“Trust me when I say that I know what I’m doing.
If you trust me enough, I promise that the second I don’t have a handle on things, I will call you, and you can come and save the day, like you always do.
But for once, I want to have something, I want to be good at something without you fixing it for me. ”
“You want to go out, and be someone without me hovering,” I added.
He nodded, confirming that I was doing the one thing I’d never had.
Be a helicopter parent. “Okay, kid. I’ll step back, but I want at least one of the boys at The Pit every night.
They’ll keep to themselves, so you can run things, but I need some kind of protection for you. ”
Trey sighed. “I guess I can handle that.”
“Look, I don’t expect you to trust me, not right away, but I’m trying my best here. Meet me half way, yeah?”
Trey nodded. “Yeah, I know. And I know you always fixed my issues for the past few years, without me knowing. Rowan’s told me a lot of what I did when I was out of it, and I fucking hate myself for it.
I want to start fresh, be someone that I’m proud of.
If that means I become a badass, then that’s what I gotta do. ”
Ha! He sounds like me when I was alone in the world.
“Look, kid, when I was younger, I didn’t have anyone. I was alone. My own family up and left, and I had to fight to survive. I never had a parent who wanted me, but you should know that even though I’ve been a shit dad, I will always be there. You’re my kid, my junior. You come first.”
He looked taken aback, like he’d stopped breathing for a minute, before he let out a breath. “You never told me about your past.”
“Because it’s inconsequential. I had bad parents. My worst fear was being one myself.”
“You weren’t that bad,” he said, with a smirk. “Just…absent.”
“Well now you know where I am, kid. I’ll always be here.”
Trey nodded. “Enough with the sentimental crap before someone calls the white coats.”
I chuckled, looking over at my woman behind the bar. She winked at me, obviously liking that I was talking with Trey. I couldn’t wait to tattoo my ring on her finger and call her mine, legally.
Rowan sauntered her way over to us, and sat down next to me. “Looks like you two finally got something happening. That’s two out of two, babe.”
Trey rolled his eyes and I chuckled. “Yeah, junior was a little harder to crack, but I think we got it handled.”
“Why the hell does everyone call you junior around here?” she asked him. “Like I get it, you’re his son, but isn’t it a little annoying?”
“She doesn’t know?” I questioned my boy.
He shook his head, smirking. “Never told her.”
Rowan looked from me to Trey, back to me again. “So spill. I don’t like secrets.”
“My name isn’t Trey, not really.”
“What the hell is it?” she shot back. “I swear it’s Trey on every legal document that I’ve seen.”
Trey laughed. “Because I changed it when I was mad at him.”
“So what’s your birth name?” she asked.
“Wyatt Jameson, the third.”
She looked back at me, her eyes wide. “Wait…you’re Wyatt Jameson, the second?”
I nodded.
She turned back to Trey and I thought for a minute her head might explode. “So Trey as in…three?”
He nodded at her, smirking. “She’s finally caught on. I was junior for years when I grew up here. It’s never really gone anywhere.”
“This whole fucking time,” she sighed, sinking back into the booth seat. “You never really know a person, do you?”
Rowan
WYATT
Get to the room. Now.
Ooooh shit, did he find my bags of new lingerie that nearly cost my entire paycheck for the month? I thought I’d hidden them well. Damn it.
I threw the rag down on the bench, and told Cherry I’d be back in a few minutes. She looked at me with a cocked eyebrow that told me she knew I was about to be chewed out and I definitely wouldn’t be back down until a few hard fucks where I wouldn’t be walking for hours.
Oh well.
I passed by Brianna’s room first, checking on her. She’d been quiet since the ordeal with the drugging, but she was still here, so that was a bonus.
“You okay, babe?”
She looked up from her phone, a soft smile for me, and she nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”
I closed her door a little, leaving it a little open, and moved down the hall to our bedroom. Opening the door, I moved inside, to find my man, his kutte facing me. He was looking out the window, but he had something in his hand.
“Look, I know I spent a lot, but they were cute, and you destroyed all of my other ones.”
Slowly, he turned around, the leather jacket in his hand, bunched up. He didn’t look annoyed, nor did he have the bag that was still partially hidden under the bed.
“What are you on about, woman?”
“Um, what are you on about, man?”
He shook his head, and held his hand out to me. I took it, and let him wheel me closer.
“Why’d you demand I come up here now?” I asked him, realising he wasn’t mad at me.
“I didn’t want you to wait to come up here, and if I didn’t use the now, then you would make me wait.”
I rolled my eyes.
His fingers gripped my jaw hard, and he forced me to look up at him. Those stormy green eyes looking down into mine.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”
I made a move to shake my head, but he caught it, his eyebrows raising. “Really?”
“I’ve been a bad girl. I think you should punish me.”
His growl erupted from his throat as he slammed his mouth down on mine. “Always testing me.”
Reaper tossed whatever it was on the bed, and pulled my top up off me.
Unhooking my bra, he flung that off before he took one of my nipples into his mouth.
I threw my head back as I let the sensation of his tongue against my nipple wash over me.
He had my skirt undone and down to the floor in seconds, before he peeled my panties off me and tossed them.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Wyatt.”
He stepped back, his eyes full of desire, as he took a good look at me. I didn’t shy away from his gaze anymore, instead I was ignited by it. The way he looked hungry with every sweep of his eyes, fuelled me. Made me a wanton woman.
His wanton woman.
“Put it on.”
Confused, I cocked my head to the side. “What?”
“Put. it. On.”
I turned to see what he was motioning toward. The leather jacket looked smaller than I thought. So I picked it up and opened it.
It wasn’t a leather jacket.
It was a kutte.
A small one.
One that would fit me.
And on the back, the Shackled Sons logo, with Property Of above it, and Reaper below it.
It was official.
I was Reaper’s ol’ lady, and I couldn’t fucking wait to put it on. Slipping my arms through the holes, I pulled it on. The coolness of the leather against my bare skin had an ethereal feel to it, like I was being elevated above the earth.
“You look damn good with my name on you, baby.”
“Wyatt, take your clothes off,” I demanded. “But leave the kutte on.”
His smirk had my pussy throbbing for him, as I watched him slowly undress, peeling his boots off, followed by his jeans, and then he removed the kutte, handing it to me, while he pulled his shirt off.
I moved behind him, to help him with putting his kutte back on, and then stood in front of him.
Slowly, I backed up until I hit the edge of the bed.
Sliding over the top of the quilt, I spread my legs eagerly, moving my finger down to my pussy, and slicking my finger through my arousal before I brought it to my lips.
Sucking my finger clean, I moaned and beckoned him over. Reaper closed the distance between him and the bed, before he fell to his knees in front of me, throwing my legs over his shoulders, he made a meal out of me.
And I fucking loved how easily he could fall to his knees for me.
Yeah, I was going to fucking love being his ol’ lady.