Page 21 of Mercy for Reaper

Does that mean he’s done this more than once?

I have so many questions, but before I know it, I am being whisked away and down the hall. He doesn’t let go of me even when we walk into my bedroom.

“Reaper, wait.”

He stops my protests, dropping his forehead to mine, and I can practically feel his body vibrate against mine. “God, I could have lost you,” he whispers shakily, giving me pause. “I never miss when I shoot, always on point, but when I saw him pointing the gun at you . . . I just . . . I couldn’t stop at one shot.”

“Reaper . . .”

“You’re everything,” he says, brushing his lips needily against mine, almost desperate. “I can’t fucking lose you!”

“I’m fine.”

I lift my hands to his jaw, hoping my touch can assure him that I’m here and I’m okay, but he seems too far gone to react to any comfort.

“I love you,” he says fervently as he drops his mouth to the slope of my neck, licking at my pulse point and sending a shiver through my body. “I can’t imagine a life without you, angel. I wouldn’t know how to fucking go on.”

He sounds desperate, and his voice matches his actions. The way he runs his hands possessively over my body, as if to assure himself that I am unhurt, has liquid heat building up in my core. His body is drawn taut with tension even as he undoes me with his touch, and I want to comfort him, but I can’t gather my thoughts long enough to do so.

“Reaper,” I gasp when he slides his hands into my scrubs and past the waistband of my panties, his calloused fingers grazing my sex. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as a whimper slips out when he starts massaging the sensitive bud with his thick digit. I rock my hips against him as my arousal grows with every tease of his finger. My head falls back when his face drops back to my neck. I dig my fingers into his shoulders when he slips the thick middle digit into my pulsing sex. “Oh, fuck. Wait. What about that man? We need to call the police.”

Reaper pulls back enough to meet my eyes. “No police, baby. I sent a message the second I saw his bike outside to Priest and Knight. They’re on their way with a couple of the guys to take care of him.” He obviously notices my unease because he asks, “Trust me? Please? I know this is hard for you, but I need you to trust me to do what’s best.”

I look into his eyes for a moment and think about everything that’s happened. Despite my better judgment, I do trust Reaper. So, with a nod, I pull him to me again.

His tense shoulders sag in relief. “You’re mine. It’s my job to take care of you,” he growls into my neck, licking the smooth column as he adds, sliding another finger inside me with the middle one, and does something with them that has me jerking against him. I have no idea what fucking sweet spot he touched, but I am arching into his touch and riding his fingers, whining desperately when he draws his hand away.

Reaper shoves my scrub pants down to my ankles before spinning me around so I am facing the wall. My sex trembles in anticipation as I wait for him to unzip his jeans and take out his erection, whimpering when I feel his shaft prod my pulsing sex.

“You are so fucking wet, angel. Need to feel you wrapped around my cock,” he says gruffly, burying his fingers in my hair and guiding me to arch my back before pushing his thickness slowly into my sex. So fucking slow, it makes my toes curl with pleasure, and just like that, I forget everything but the precious moment this man is gifting me. I whimper as he sinks his shaft inside me, kissing the back of my neck as he does so.

“Oh, Reaper,” I cry out when his free hand finds my clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in light circles as he pumps into me from the behind, slowly at first before his drives become rough. I rise on tiptoes to meet his thrusts when something seems to snap in him, and he starts rocking into me in hard drives. I claw the wallpaper as he rams into me from behind, grunting roughly as he kisses my neck, and I feel more than hear his moans.

My knees shake as he ruts me against my bedroom wall, our cries echoing through the room. The finger on my clit moves to match his thrusts, rubbing faster and harder until I am practically sobbing with the need for release.

Christ, this is embarrassing. The way I crave this man and his touch is insane. And to think that just a few days ago, I had not even shared my first kiss with anyone, and now, I am begging for him to give me pleasure that only he can.

Only him.

I will only ever belong to this man. Whatever happens, Reaper is my forever.

“So close, baby,” he pants into my ear, driving into my sex faster and harder until a bolt of lightning shoots through my body. I orgasm with a scream, my sex convulsing wildly around his cock even as stars explode behind my eyelids from the climax. Reaper’s thrusts lose their rhythm, his fingers pulling my hair as he stills a second before he orgasms with a harsh growl. His body shakes against mine as he spills his seed into my womb, and I milk him of every drop until he falls against me in exhaustion, bracing his weight with one arm against the wall.

The sound of our harsh breathing fills the room, broken when he leans in and brushes his lips across my nape. “You’re fine,” he rasps, more to himself than to me. “You’re okay. I’ll protect you, angel. You’re mine now. Forever.” I don’t get to say a word in return as he quickly spins me around and cradles me in his massive arms. “I love you, Holly.”

I stand speechless, letting this man love me in a way I never thought was possible. We don’t break from the embrace until we catch the sound of sirens, and I stiffen against him as fear rocks my body and reality comes crashing in. The neighbors must’ve called the cops after hearing the shots.

Oh, God. Reaper shot someone. I mean, the man was going to shoot me first, but still . . .

What if he goes to prison? He can’t be with me if he’s locked behind bars.

“Reaper, the cops . . .”

“I’ll take care of it,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “I love you, Holly. I plan on sticking by your side for the rest of our lives. You’ve taken care of me before, now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

“But . . .”

“Trust me, remember? Priest and Knight should be here by now. We’ll deal with the cops. Now that you are mine, you belong to the Steel Order MC and don’t need to ever worry about anything. Okay? Trust me.”

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