Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Ivy
Staring at Reaper, I know I should be pissed.
Unfortunately, I can’t seem to muster the idea to be.
Maybe it has to do with the mind-blowing orgasms he’s given me today.
Between the sex in my office that I’m now humiliated for having let happened after all the cat calls, then sex in the foyer, I’m completely sated.
Of course, Reaper used the foyer sex to inform me he’d moved into my house. Moved in. Like seriously moved in. His clothes are in my closet and dressers. There is a toothbrush next to mine, and his shower stuff is next to mine.
I’m freaking out, and I don’t know how to handle it.
After foyer sex, Reaper and I took a shower, where he gave me yet another knee-weakening orgasm by eating me out before washing my body.
This is how I saw all of his stuff. Now Reaper has me sitting next to him on the counter while he preps potatoes and puts them in the oven before chopping up salad fixings.
Neither of us has really spoken, and the silence honestly hasn’t been awkward.
The sound of someone coming up my driveway causes me to perk up. I jump off my counter and rush for the front door.
Reaper grabs hold of me, stopping me. “Hold up, Precious,” he chuckles.
“Oh no, you don’t. Nope. Nope. Nope. You aren’t keeping me from getting my keys to my Jeep now,” I snap in annoyance.
“Baby, you don’t even know if it is Ghost with your Jeep. Now you are going to have to cool it on the anger. Ghost has given you and me some time before bringing the Jeep here. Shit, he did tell you it would be in pristine condition.” Reaper grins and I narrow my gaze on him.
“I don’t care. You should have just let me drive my Jeep home,” I mutter.
“All right. But Ivy answer me this, did you like riding on the back of my bike?” Now that shut me up, because I did, in fact, enjoy it.
It was exhilarating. It was even better than riding my four-wheeler and having the top down on the Jeep.
This probably had to do with the fact I loved it that one and only other time I rode with him on the back of his bike to the motel.
I loved having my arms around Reaper’s waist.
Reaper just grins and pulls me into him while he opens the door for the both of us.
His hand going into the band of my comfy shorts I put on after our shower.
I didn’t know what to put on after we got out, so I settled on a pair of comfy black shorts and a white tank top over a sports bra. I threw my hair up in a messy bun.
Now with the way Reaper’s fingertips glide against my skin, I rethink my outfit.
I wonder if I should have put something sexier on.
Or maybe a cloak to ward him off. I don’t know.
I’m completely conflicted with everything.
I can’t help it. It’s just the way my mind works.
One minute I’m okay, then the next I’m having self-doubts.
Like why did Reaper move in with me? Is it because he thinks I’m easy? I’m not, that’s for sure.
God, what is wrong with me.
Stepping out onto the porch, Reaper lets me go when Ghost comes into view with a shit-eating grin holding my keys out toward me.
I snatch the keys from him and storm over to my Jeep to inspect her for any marks. Okay, so I’m a little protective when it comes to Luce. I might go rock climbing, but I do repairs and fix damages if need be. Most of the time, I’m careful and not scratching her up.
I get to the back end of my Jeep and narrow my eyes. “What the hell is this?” I demand seeing the window sticker.
It’s a Satan’s Keepers MC Logo with Reaper’s name on it.
“It’ll have to do until your cut gets in that I ordered,” Reaper chuckles. “Consider it your temporary property patch.”
Oh my God.
I’m going to kill the man.
He’d tagged my Jeep without me knowing it.
He had branded my Luce.
Ugh.
Looking up to the sky, I raise my hands and shake them as I yell out, “Why me?”
Both Reaper and Ghost burst out laughing at me, but I ignore them.
“I’m surrounded by he-man alpha jerks who don’t listen,” I grumble, dropping my arms to my sides.
I stomp my feet as I storm past both men and head back into my house.
I had intentions of slamming the door behind me, but Reaper doesn’t allow this.
Shit, I didn’t even hear him come up behind me like he did.
“Ghost, you coming in, or you heading to the clubhouse?” Reaper asks, putting his hand around my waist, pulling me to him.
“I gotta wait for Daemon to get here with the truck. He’s picking up Hendrik first,” Ghost states coming in behind us. “Lana’s got a hot date this weekend.”
I knew this already, because Daemon was at the office earlier this week talking about getting to spend time with his son this weekend while his baby momma spends the weekend away with her new girlfriend in Dallas doing something or another.
“Would you like to join us for dinner?” I ask, deciding he can be a buffer between Reaper and myself.
“Naw, that’s okay. Daemon should be here before too long,” Ghost retorts with another shit-eating grin.
Reaper, on the other hand, narrows his eyes on me as he tilts his head to meet my gaze.
Damn, he probably already knows my game for inviting Ghost to stay.
With him here, I might be able to keep my hands and mouth to myself long enough to get my head straight.
“Speaking of Daemon,” Ghost chuckles when a loud exhaust sounds outside. “I’ll see you both later.”
“Later, brother,” Reaper says, his hand flattening against my stomach. The heat of his front searing into my back, sending shivers of desire through me.
No. No. No.
Nope. I can’t do this right now. I need to get to know this guy before I have sex with him again. I mean shit, the only thing I know about him is he’s the President of an MC club and that his first name is Daniel. I want to know more, and I can’t find out anything if he’s constantly fuckin’ me.
Ghost nods and heads back out the door, leaving me with the man holding me to him.
“Come on, Precious, let’s get the steaks on the grill. The potatoes should be done by the time we’re done cooking.” Reaper guides me along with him. Not letting me go as he walks with me, still pressed up against his front.
“You can let me go; you know.”
“I could, but then I wouldn’t be holding you like this. I intend to do this until I have no choice but to let go in order to cook. Now where are we eating, dining room, kitchen, living room?”
“Outside on the patio,” I announce, already knowing. Plus, I need to. I haven’t been outside much at all today, and I need to spend some time outside. I’m a nature baby, and I need to be able to connect, especially when I’m stressed.
“You got it, baby,” Reaper says, kissing the side of my head.
Oh boy, I really like that.
Making it to the kitchen, Reaper releases me to go grab the steaks he’s got sitting on the counter waiting. “Sounds good to me,” he chuckles.
For some reason I don’t understand, I feel completely vulnerable standing here. This isn’t me. Or at least it didn’t use to be. I’m not one to feel this way because of a guy.
Reaper picks up the steaks and comes back over to me to take my hand.
The two of us, without a word, walk to the back door leading to the patio where we’re going to be eating and where my grill is.
I have two sitting out here. A charcoal and a griddle grill.
I love cooking on both. I can even make my own sort of hibachi with the griddle grill and it’s delicious.
My friends come swarming when they know I’m making hibachi.
Reaper decides to use the charcoal grill, and I take a seat on my lounger I have out here while watching him work.
The two of us start talking, and I’m surprised at how easy it is to talk to him.
His face is relaxed and I haven’t seen him like this before.
Okay, so this is the first time I really spent any time with him.
I mean for the first time since we’ve first met.
Multiple orgasms, but never talking has been what we’ve done.
Seeing him like this is refreshing and is setting my mind at ease.
I like it.
No, wait.
I love it.
Time passes quickly while the two of us enjoy talking.
I find I like making him laugh and smile.
He’s gorgeous all the time, but he’s drop-dead sexy, causing my panties to get wet.
While cleaning up dinner, Reaper touches me constantly, and once we’re done, he takes me to my den, where the TV is sitting on the wall.
Flopping down on the couch, he pulls me down on top of him and snags the remote turning the TV on.
Reaper’s hand runs along the side of my spine as he finds a Rangers vs. Rockies game on.
I grin as he sets the remote down. At least I won’t have to complain about watching baseball since I love watching it. However, by the end of the sixth inning, my eyes begin to droop, I feel myself starting to fall asleep.
In Reaper’s arms, I can admit it’s the safest I’ve felt since my dad died, and my uncle started hounding me for the money he seems to think belongs to him.