Page 78 of The Reaper

“Good. Keep it close. Goodbye for now. I’ll call back once we figure out our next move.” I ended the call and looked out the window. We were no longer on the highway, instead nearing a modern two-story house tucked into the woods. The exterior was a mixture of polished concrete and rust-colored panels, and the perimeter was guarded by a metal fence made from iron rods.

Heath entered a code into a small box at the gate. “We’re here,” he said. “We’ll be safe here.”

For now.

***

“Hey.” Heath peeked his head through the doorway before making his way in. I’d offered to take the bedroom in the basement so Tobias could take the room on the main floor. It would be easier for him to maneuver with his injury.

“Hey,” I said. I’d been camped inside since we cleaned up Tobias’s wound. “How is he?”

“He’s sleeping. I gave him painkillers and antibiotics.” The mattress shifted as he sat next to me, our backs against the headboard. I’d wanted to keep to myself and process the reality that El Jefe was gone, but now that Heath was sitting next to me, all I longed for was to be with him.

“How did you learn to do that?” I asked. Heath had removed the bullet lodged in Tobias’s leg and stitched his wound closed like a pro.

“Part of my training,” he said, staring at our legs brushing together.

“Priest or assassin training?”

“Both.” He chuckled. He joined our hands together, resting them between our hips. “Perfect,” he whispered.

My chest tightened with tenderness, my brain screamed run with his nearness. “I’m not perfect. Far from it,” I said. “If I’m honest … I’m a monster.” I looked away, fearing he could see through me and find nothing but gloom and destruction.

“Look at me, Archer,” he said, tilting my chin toward his, urging me to meet his eyes. “You’re not a monster.”

“I am.” The Firm had made me a monster, used me as a weapon to benefit their greed and hunger for power.

“If you’re a monster, then so am I.”

“I have nothing to offer you.” I stared deep into his eyes and found the promise of a future I hadn’t looked for. I never wanted it until then—and I’d never been more terrified. “I love you, Heath. I don’t know when it happened, how it happened, but I do.”

“I love you too, Archer.”

I pulled him in for a kiss, attempting to let our passion speak a language unknown to us both.

Heath shifted and moved on top of me, keeping our lips locked. He hummed when I gripped his waist and slid my hand to the globes of his ass. We explored each other’s lips, but, unlike the other times we’d shared similar moments, it was tender. He moved his hands under my shirt and I cherished his touch. Our lips parted momentarily, long enough for Heath to pull the hem of my shirt over my head. His lips were back on mine before the garment hit the floor. His mouth traveled to my neck, his tongue glided to my chest, to my abs, to my obliques.

I held his hands, stopping him from pulling my sweatpants down—well, his sweatpants, since he’d let me borrow his clothes. “Come over here,” I said.

Slowly, he crawled his way back to my face. I kissed him one more time before turning him on his back. Heath’s body shivered when I nipped his neck on my way down to his collarbone, before peeling my body off his.

I went straight to his sweatpants, the ones that matched mine, and pulled them down to his knees, along with his underwear. A grin spread across my face when his thick cock greeted me. I nudged his legs apart and placed my hands on his hips, pulling him closer so I could take his dick into my mouth. I wanted to get him worked up again before I showed him how much I craved him.

“Hmmm …” he moaned. “That feels good, Archer.”

I knew he was in heaven when I played with the head of his cock with my tongue. He thrust forward, skull-fucking me. I gagged when his cock hit the back of my throat, but I kept engulfing his length like a champ. I raised my hand to Heath’s mouth. He licked and sucked my fingers until it was slick with his saliva. I used the same fingers to play with his asshole, before sinking my finger deeper into him, moving it around to prepare it for my cock.

I tugged my pants off with my free hand while Heath took his shirt off. I glanced at my swollen dick, dripping with excitement. I spit on his hole before sliding another finger inside him.

Heath gasped. “Take all of me, Archer. I’m yours,” he whispered.

He didn’t say anything else. I reached for my bag sitting next to the bed and pulled a condom and lube from within.

With a hooded gaze, Heath watched my every move, his parted lips pulling me closer to them like gravity. We melted into each other’s mouths, my tongue memorizing his taste. I tore the condom wrapper and rolled it onto my cock, slathering it with a generous amount of lube.

“I need you inside me,” Heath moaned.

I lined up my hard-as-a-rock dick with his opening and slid inside, slowing down until I passed the initial resistance.

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