Page 49 of The Reaper

Icouldn’t seem to get away from Heath. I was willing to put everything behind and focus on what I needed to do, but, like a junkie, he was my vice. His offer came as a surprise, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t crave him. Scratch that. I didn’t crave it, I fucking loved it.

The call from Zero had been the wakeup call I needed to snap me out of the pull he had on me. If El Jefe was aware of my ploy and was about to send someone to hunt me, then I was running out of time. The plan was to drop off the priest at his house, as promised, then meet Tobias to figure out a way to oust The Firm without the list.

But that came crashing down the moment Heath offered to stay.

Heath wiggled his body beneath me, his hands going for my nipples, but I grabbed both of them and pinned them over his head. “You think you would’ve learned from the last time,” I said, transferring my weight onto his stomach.

He thrust his hips up to throw off my balance, causing the mattress springs to squeak. “I can take you down,” he said before rolling to his side.

“Fuck!” I cursed. I was outmaneuvered when he rolled us to the floor. I didn’t expect to be dragged with him. The entire house shook from our weight, and I thought for a second the tiny building might break.

A boisterous laugh escaped his lips. His mouth was wide open, his eyes were glistening with joy, catching the light from outside. He was … beautiful. His laugh and the sparkle in his eyes eased my worries and alarmed my psyche. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. No, it was because I loved it a little more than I should.

He jabbed my side, and I winced before grabbing his hands again. Instead of pinning them over his head, I restrained them to his sides. He squirmed, but that was the extent of what he could do. I had him where I wanted him.

“Out of moves?” I asked.

A menacing smirk graced his handsome face before he lifted both of his legs, locking my upper body with them. He twisted until my back slammed against the wall. “You’re fucking strong,” I said, turning my back against him. With all my force, I used my legs and arms to push my body up until we were both standing.

I rammed his body against the door. His lips were inches away from mine, our chests touching when we filled our lungs. He stared at my lips, then my eyes. Darting his tongue out to wet his lips was a soundless invitation.

I wanted to kiss him. It was the first time I’d ever felt the urge to kiss someone. Alarm bells rang in my head, warning me a kiss was a terrible idea. But, just like his offer to stay, I was weak when it came to his invitations. I leaned closer, his breath fanning my lips. Our eyes locked, his pull on me strengthening. I closed the sliver of distance between us.

Heath’s lips parted and I didn’t hesitate to dive in. We explored each other’s mouths with our tongues, sucking, nipping, licking, only parting to gasp necessary air. He moaned and lifted his hands to caress my chest. His hands traveled to my neck, pulling me closer.

I wrapped my arm around his waist. I needed to be as close as possible to him, an impulse bordering on obsession. We were skin on skin, but somehow it wasn’t enough. I wanted him to smell like me hours after we’d parted. I bit the skin on his shoulder, firm enough to leave marks but not hard enough for his skin to break.

Heath’s body turned rigid before he shoved me away, panting. He glanced to his side where the bite mark was, then back at me. His eyes were flaming with desire. He smirked before yanking my head so our mouths collided. The force caused a faint salty, metallic taste to linger before the kiss turned tender and sweet.

Wait, I didn’t do anything tender and sweet. I pulled away and glared at him.

I wanted it rough and harsh.

My encounters had always been one-sided, with me in control and often not returning the favor. The people I’d fucked and let suck me off were tools for my pleasure, and I didn’t give a rat’s ass about them.

What was it about this priest? Even if I tried to convince my mind to disengage, my physical self couldn’t do it. He pressed his body harder against mine, and our mouths collided again, teeth gnashing and hands pulling at one another. His strength was a little intimidating. I wasn’t used to a sexual partner that exhibited vigor and toughness the way he did. The man hidden in the cloak of religion was not the man currently attached to my lips.

Heath wrapped his arms around my neck then leapt up and wrapped his legs around my waist. I held him against the wall and we continued smothering each other’s breaths with passionate and fiery kisses.

Passion.

I shook my head and pulled away to stare at him. Men like me didn’t get to experience passion. Emotion was a cancer, budding from a speck into annihilation.

We were fucking. Anything other than lust wasn’t welcome.

He searched my eyes then moved his mouth to my ear. “Fuck me, Archer,” he breathed against the sensitive skin. “I need you in me right now.”

I carried him to the bed and he fell backward, but I had other ideas in mind. I bent over and grabbed his legs, twisting them until he flopped onto his stomach.

“Scoot up,” I demanded, reaching for my bag by the side of the bed.

I fished lube and a foot-long strip of foil packs from it. I tore the wrapper with my teeth and used my tongue to pull the rubber from it while I stroked my cock with lube. Heath tried rolling to his side but I brought my foot up to his back and shoved him flat onto the bed again, the mattress squeaking in protest.

“Face down and stay still,” I barked.

I crawled over him and rested my weight on him, biting into his neck as my cock slid between his butt cheeks and I pumped into the space between his legs.

“Yeah,” he moaned into the mattress.

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