Page 17 of Mercy for Reaper

“How?” I choke out.

From what I have heard, the Steel Order MC is not exactly full of saints. They deal a lot with weapons, and I’ve heard rumors of drug trafficking and money laundering too.

“Because, Holly, we are not the monsters everyone paints us to be. We don’t allow just anyone into the club, not anymore. Every member is carefully selected. I won’t lie and say that everything we do is strictly legal, but we’re working on going legit.”

“My aunt . . .”

“I’m sorry about what happened to her and her husband, Holly,” he whispers, rubbing his thumb over my jaw. “I can promise you that my club is different. We take care of our own. Those guys showed up here because I’d called our club president, Priest, the day after I woke up here and told him what happened. He hadn’t heard from me since and was worried. Not just about me, either. They were worried about you too. You helped me when I needed it, that means the club is in your debt. And now that you’re mine, you’re family.”

“What if something happens to you? You could have died just a few days ago.” I sniff, my mind recalling memories of my aunt, still stuck in her grief years after the loss of her husband and working so hard to make ends meet on her own. She blamed my uncle’s MC for everything that went wrong, from a missed mortgage payment to a leaky pipe.

“I’m sorry, angel,” he says gruffly, tipping my jaw so I can read the truth of his words in his eyes. “I know you have many questions, and I will answer all of them, starting with how I got shot.”

My body is frozen as Reaper tells me how his MC recently caught the Broken Chains trying to traffic girls and stopped them. That he got shot while following a lead. But what surprises me the most is how concerned his biker brothers were for him when he got hurt. When he’d called Priest, his president had even urged him to go to the hospital, consequences be damned.

Christ, my neighbors must hate me now, thinking I brought a freaking motorcycle gang to their doorsteps.

And I want to hate it too.

Until now, Reaper never told me anything about who he is, but in his defense, he never lied either. Now I am torn between wanting to wrap my arms around this man who is no good for me and the loyalty I have to my aunt.

Reaper makes the decision for me when he leans down and brushes his lips over mine. “I’m here to stay, angel,” he says against my lips, his hands dipping down and grabbing the back of my knees before lifting me into his arms.

I know I should fight him.

Getting involved with Reaper now that I know he is a member of a notorious motorcycle club will likely not end well for me, and yet, I can’t think past the taste of his lips or his promises to stick by my side.

Chapter Eight

Reaper

The walk from the living room to her bedroom seems to take a hundred years when in actuality, it’s less than a minute, but that’s just how much I need Holly. My cock is aching in my pants with the need to bury myself in her tight sex, and with the way she’s kissing me back, it’s taking everything not to shoot in my pants.

Fuck, I have been hard from the moment Holly walked out to catch me talking to Priest and Knight. I should have checked in again sooner with my club brothers, but after my initial call to Priest, the thought didn’t cross my mind, what with my head otherwise occupied. They probably thought I was dead or something, coming over to my girlfriend’s home fully armed.

Tonight could have ended very differently. I could have lost Holly. I had no plans of hiding the truth about my life from her, but I intended to slowly ease her into it. My brothers showing up in the dead of the night and waking half the neighborhood no doubt felt like being hit by a sledgehammer, forcing Holly to see me for the man I am.

Well, the part that everyone else sees.

The man I was before joining the club and becoming an enforcer is a story best told another night. Holly is not ready to learn my darkest history yet, the ten years I spent as a hitman, an efficient one at that.

No, I will not let anything else ruin tonight or rock the boat we’re currently riding. The storm that is the truth about my life has not fully passed, and now, I just need to remind my perfect angel of the fact that I am here to stay. I need to hear her whimpered moans as I promise to protect her . . . to love her.

Mine!

I back her to the dresser, knocking off the items on the surface before sitting her on top of it. The bed is only a few steps away, but it feels too far with the need to be inside her raging so strongly. I tug at the ties of her robe and watch it fall open to reveal her beautiful body. My cock strains painfully behind my fly at the sight of her rosy buds just begging for my touch.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I rasp, and that’s all I manage to get out before my lips are back on hers.

Slow and soft were my intentions for the night. I was going to make sweet love to her body until mine was the only name in her head, but I can’t control myself. Now I want to make her scream in pleasure.

I want to own her . . . take her fast and hard until she has no choice but to admit who she belongs to. That we belong to each other.

“Oh,” she whimpers when my face drops to her throat, kissing and licking the sensitive skin hungrily. A tremble rocks her body when I drag my tongue over a peaked bud before sucking the nub tightly into my mouth.

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me, angel,” I growl against her skin, shifting my attention to the other nipple. She moans loudly, her fingers slipping into my hair even as she arches into my touch. I draw my lips away with a loud pop that sounds so fucking hot, it has my nuts threatening to bust. “You drive me to the fucking edge with every little noise you make,” I whisper, licking a path up her body. “Your body is a fucking dream, angel.”

Christ, every last inch of me is begging to possess every last inch of this girl, to mark her body with my kisses so everyone who sees her knows she belongs to me.

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