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“No worries.” Reaper assures me. “You can go shopping for whatever you need when we get there. So I guess that means you agree to head to Vegas in the morning? You’re ok with missing soccer practice?”

“Oh. Yeah. I forgot about soccer practice. That’s fine. I can send my coach a text and let my teammates know.”

“Great. So that’s settled.” Dante says, getting up from our table and grabbing Tally. He swings her up into his arms and gives her a hard kiss. “We’re off to bed. We leave at nine.”

I watch Caitlin, Evie, and Kingsley all leave with their men, so I turn to Reaper and yawn in his face. Figuring that should be a big enough hint. I hear my mom chuckle, so I shoot her a smile as Reaper laughs. He tickles my sides until I’m squirming on his lap. “Let’s get you to bed.” Reaper says.

“Finally.” I moan. “Something I want to do.”

He snickers. “We’re going to sleep, trouble. The trip is over five hours and you’ve never ridden on a bike that long. Plus, I need to let Puma know we’re coming.”

Reaper carries me bridal style into his bedroom before letting me drop to the ground by sliding down his torso. Yum. I love the feel of his hard body against mine.

“You call your uncle while I take a shower. I need to get the stink of the cop shop off me.” I tell him as I make my way to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes as I go. Before I reach the door, I turn to look at him. I love the fire and desire in his eyes as he watches me. Nothing makes you feel sexier than having the man of your dreams stare at you with need. Unless it’s watching that same man toss his phone on the bed as he rips off his clothes to follow you.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: REAPER

Nothing is as sexy as watching the woman of your dreams strip. Unless it’s watching water flow over her curves. Ashlyn’s so fucking gorgeous. I just want to devour her. After pulling her into my shower, I grab the soap first so I can take my time washing her luscious body. Her pretty dusty pink nipples pucker as I rub my hands over her mounds. I pay special attention to her pussy and ass as I capture her mouth. Kissing Ashlyn is a religious experience.

The taste of her sends a calming balm through my system. Her sweetness and sexiness chases away the stress. The feel of her tongue as she battles with mine heats my blood and spikes my need to claim her. When she presses her body against mine, as if she can’t get close enough, sends me into a frenzy. My hands roam over her, caressing and claiming. Loving and punishing. The world fades away, leaving just of the two of us.

“Randall.” Ashlyn moans as I break the kiss so I can kiss her eyes and trail kisses down her neck before working my way back up. I suckle and bite the tendon on her neck, knowing I’m leaving a mark because fuck, I need to mark her as mine. Those assholes had her in a room. They questioned her and tried to turn her against me. But my warrior fought them. I never want her to be vulnerable. I want her in my arms. It’s the only way I know she’s safe.

“I’m proud of you.” I tell her as I wash her hair. Her gentle moans and sighs have my dick bobbing and spearing toward what he wants most.

She turns to me with a question in her eyes after I rinse her hair. “Why?” She asks, making me chuckle.

“Those assholes tried to intimidate you. They wanted to make you nervous or upset, so you said something they could use against the club, or me. Any hesitancy on your end would have been enough.”

She huffs. “Would never have happened. I know what I want. I know where I belong. With you. Nobody could trick me into saying otherwise.”

Wrapping a towel around my girl, I quickly dry myself off before helping her do the same.

“Come on, let me comb out your hair.” I offer, as I lead her back into my room. Sitting on the bed with my legs dangling off the sides. Shifting far enough back so she can sit between them. With long, gentle strokes, I comb out her damp hair. Her body relaxes as I remove all the tangles. Everything about Ashlyn is erotic, but this is also very intimate. I can see a lifetime of this ahead of me. I want it, but only with her. Her body jerks, telling me she’s getting sleepy. After tucking her in, I step out of the room to call Puma.

“Reaper, what’s up?” Puma answer on the first ring.

“I’m heading your way with the others tomorrow.” I tell him before explaining why.

“This is the girl your former gang held hostage? Do you think they’re the ones harassing her?” Puma asks. I guess I should know Dante updated him.

“I don’t think it’s the Spades.” I tell him about the coordinated attack before stressing how I want to get Ashlyn out of San Diego for a few days.

“You’re always welcome here, you know that. Your room is always waiting.”

I thank him before hanging up. Time to hold my woman. I strip down before climbing into bed, happy when she curls into me and slips her leg over my waist. I rub my hand up and down her thigh, stroking her firm ass with each pass. Her skin is so soft. I can’t help myself. When she lays kisses on my chest, I press my face into her hair.

“I thought you were asleep.” I whisper to her, just in case she is.

“I was, but now I’m not.” She licks my nipple, causing me to jolt and her to giggle.

“Trouble.” I growl.

She lifts her head up to look at me. “I could get used to this. Sleeping with you every night. I don’t think I’ve ever been as happy as I am right now. But you want to know the best part?”

“What?” I ask her curiously as I capture her fingers between mine. I love how her pale skin glows against my darker hue.

“I know that tomorrow I’ll be happier than I am today. And the day after that, even happier. The more time I spend with you, the more I look forward to spending every day with you.”