Page 50 of Reaper's Rage

She shifts so she can bury her face in my neck, causing my dick to slide out, and I feel our combined cum dripping on my hip.

I let her lie there, releasing her warm breath on my neck until she’s ready to shift. “Ok, shower and then breakfast. But let’s have breakfast downstairs.” Ashlyn says. “If any more of those fuckers are around, I want to show them they don’t scare me.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: ASHLYN

We leave our baggage at the front desk, Reaper already having called the clubhouse to have a prospect claim them. He takes my hand and we head to the restaurant’s breakfast buffet. My mouth waters as I plan out what to eat. I didn’t know sex worked up such an enormous appetite. After last night, I plan on being hungry all the time, because sex with Reaper is just too fucking good.

Reaper raises his eyebrow and smirks when he sees my heaping plate. I smack his arm with a laugh. “So I burned off some calories. You don’t have to look so smug.”

He laughs and bounces his eyebrows. “Of course I’m smug. I got you to scream my name a few times. Believe me, that’s all a guy needs to feel smug. Knowing he fucked his woman so well that she’s starving the next the morning.”

I shake my head at his words as I dig into my breakfast. “Does the club know about Coach Matthews and that he tried to kidnap me?” I ask him.

He nods as he takes a bite of toast, swallowing before speaking. “I called Grimm and Wildcard, Puma’s VP, last night after I ordered us room service. They know we’re heading to the police station this morning.”

“Good.” I say as I finish my scrambled eggs. Now that I’m no longer starving, I take a minute to glance around the restaurant. Most of the other diners are wearing leather jackets, many have on kuttes. So I immediately notice two men who couldn’t look more out of place in their khakis and polo shirts. But what really gives them away are the matching glares on their faces as they stare at us.

“Think they know?” I ask Reaper, nodding at the men.

Reaper turns and scowls at them before turning his attention back to me. “I hope so. Maybe it will make them go away.”

“I could buy a t-shirt that says I got laid on the strip.” I offer.

Reaper snickers and shakes his head at me. “No.” He picks up his phone.

“Backup?” I ask and he nods.

“Wait.” I tell him and he frowns at me.

“They may or may not be after you, so I’m not taking any chances. They may be here looking for their friends or trying to keep you from pressing charges against Matthews. If any of those things are true, I want to make sure we have protection.”

“Then I think it’s time to put an end to their speculation.” I say, rising from the table. Reaper jumps up to stop me, but I’m already across the room by the time he catches up to me. He wraps his arms around me and I know he’s going to pull me away, so I speak before he can. “You can go back to Reverend Sicko and tell him he’s too late. He can do us all a favor and fuck himself. His church of worthless assholes will crumble around his ears. I’m pressing charges against Matthews this morning. ” I glance around and see a few people looking at us with curiosity, so I raise my voice. “These assholes follow a man who calls himself Reverend Jordan. The reverend and his flock of white males believe women are only here to serve men. Oh, and their reverend tried to buy me because I was a virgin.”

I watch with satisfaction as several tough-looking men and even tougher looking women stand up and move toward the two assholes who now look desperate to be anywhere but here. They both shoot up and run out of the restaurant. I grin when I see a few angry bikers following behind them.

“Feel better?” Reaper asks, and I nod.

“I do, actually.”

He takes my hand and we head toward the monorail. We need to retrieve his bike before heading over to the police station. I don’t know if pressing charges against Matthews will help stop Reverend Dickhead and his minions, but I hope he at least loses his job as our coach. I’m also hoping his wife leaves him.

“I’m a little worried about Matthews’ wife.” I tell Reaper. “Do you think they’ll hurt her? Or stop her from leaving Matthews?”

Reaper frowns. “She may not want to leave him, but you’re right, if she’s on her own then the reverend and his men could pose a threat.” He pulls out his phone. I only know he’s talking to Flame when he mentions me. “Yes, I made sure she had an amazing birthday. Do you think I wouldn’t take good care of your sister?”

“Flame?” I mouth and Reaper nods.

“So you’ll go with Shield to check on her?” Reaper asks. “Good. We’re on our way to the police station now, so I imagine his wife will hear about his arrest soon. Ashlyn’s worried that his religious gang might hurt her. The wife’s pregnant. I wish Crossroads was already up and running.”

I can’t hear Flame’s response, but soon Reaper ends the call.

“He’s checking with Caitlin. She mentioned renting or buying a house to offer sanctuary to women who might need help before Crossroads is ready.”

“That’s great. I love Caitlin. Even after everything she’s been through, her thoughts are always about helping others. I hope Dante and the others have captured Gerard and end him. She needs some peace.”

“You know I can’t talk about that. It’s club business.”

I frown at him. “You can’t tell me that if the guys find and then end Gerard, that Scar won’t tell Caitlin? That he’ll let her spend her days worrying about him attacking her again even if they ensure it will never happen?”

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