Page 42 of Reaper's Rage

“Caitlin’s shelter?” Desdemona asks, and I nod. “Good name and an excellent idea. I know the type of women she’s expecting to come to her for help, and they will benefit from knowing how to protect themselves. Not only will it make them safer, but it will build their confidence.”

“What’s going on over here?” Reaper asks, startling me when he comes up behind me.

“Birthday presents for your girl.” Alisa says. “You’re taking her out tomorrow, so we’re giving her our gifts tonight.”

Reaper picks up the brass knuckles, raising his eyebrows when he flicks open the blade. Then he closes it, placing it back on the table before grabbing the baton. He flicks it opens and slashes the air a couple times. He glances at me as he hands it back. “Where do you think I’m taking you tomorrow? Into battle?” He asks.

I grin at him. “No, but you better behave yourself.” I warn him.

He grins back at me as he shakes his head. “Oh, I will.” He leans down and gives me a kiss before he heads to the bar and takes a seat next to Diego. I knew the two of them became friends when the club was in Yuma. Both had sustained major injuries and wound up convalescing together. They’re infirmary buddies.

I spend the evening chatting with the girls and discussing Caitlin’s project. When I yawn, Reaper comes over to take my hand to help me up. “Let’s get some sleep, my warrior queen. You need your rest for everything I have planned for tomorrow.”

“Night girls and thank you!” I call out to them as I let Reaper lead me away.

Back in our room, he takes my gifts and places them on the nightstand. “You won’t need these tonight.” He tells me before coming back to me. “I’ll protect you. I plan on wrapping my body around yours. Keep you safe.”

I shiver with anticipation. Reaper’s arms are the safest place for me. Surrounded by his hard body and powerful arms is my idea of heaven. The only thing that would make it better would be him inside me. I press my hand against the bulge in his jeans, feeling sexy and powerful when he sucks in a breath at my touch. I continue rubbing until I feel him harden and lengthen.

“Ashlyn.” He growls. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you.” He reminds me.

I stare into his eyes as I undo his belt and jeans so I can take his cock in my hand. “You’re so beautiful.” I tell him as I relish the feeling of him.

He grins at me, lowering his head to kiss me. “You’re the beautiful one, baby. And you’re all mine.”

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, then nod. “All yours. You know what I want for my birthday?” I ask him.

“What?” He asks, cupping my face in his hand and brushing his thumb along my cheekbone.

“You. All of you. Make love to me. Brand me as your woman.” I tell him. “That’s all I want. Let’s stay in here all day tomorrow and just make love.”

He searches my eyes and then shakes his head. My heart stutters and I feel my eyes water. He leans forward to kiss both my lids. “Hey, none of that. I’m not saying no to you or to us. Just your suggestion for staying in here all day. I have plans for us tomorrow. Plans for you. I want your day to be everything you could ever want, and I promise my plans include making love to you.” He assures me.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah. But before we take that step.” He starts, causing me to frown. “You need to understand what it means. Because, baby, once I have you, I’m never letting you go. You’re mine. You’ll be my Old Lady, you’ll be my wife, you’ll carry my kids.”

I wrap my arms around him and bury my face against his chest. “Best birthday ever.” I whisper. I pull back and smile at him. “Since tomorrow is all about me. I say tonight should be all about you.” I pull his kutte off and lay it on the chair near the door. Putting my hands against his warm skin, I rub my hands up his abs and chest as I push his shirt up and off. I flick and suck his nipples as I maneuver him to the bed. When he sits, I drop to my knees and remove his shoes and jeans, leaving him gloriously naked. I lean back on my heels to admire what’s mine. Happy birthday to me.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking right now, baby, but if you could look at me like that every day for the rest of our lives…”

“I’m thinking that I must have been a very good girl to deserve you.” I tell him honestly. “And I’m going to show you just how good I can be.” Leaning forward, I take his lengthening cock in my mouth. Moaning as the taste of his pre-cum hits my tongue. I never thought I’d enjoy this as much as I do. His own groans have me sucking harder, licking longer and taking him deeper. When his hands grab my hair and yank until I feel a sharp pain at my roots, I know he’s close. I take him all the way to the back of my throat, so I can bury my face in his pubes. I nuzzle him while working my throat. That’s all he needs to send him over. Hot streams of cum flow down my throat and I swallow every drop. I lean back when he places his hands on both sides of my face to pull me back.

“Fuck, baby. Now I know what I want for my birthday. And every day in between.” He grins as he captures my mouth.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: REAPER

Ashlyn not only drains my balls with that amazing blow job, she saps my strength. I help her undress before pulling her under the covers, wrapping my arms around her. I fall asleep thinking of her and the plans I have for her the following day. It’s her birthday and I plan on spending the entire day worshipping her.

Puma once gave me the best advice for dating. He said that if you’re trying to show a woman, you really care about her, then show her how much you know about her. I intend to spend the next day showing Ashlyn that I know everything there is to know about her. Which is one reason I wanted to bring her to Vegas.

A knock on the door wakes me up in the morning. I glance over to see Ashlyn still sleeping. Taking care not to wake her, I get up and throw on my jeans before answering the door to find Spark. Stepping outside, I close the door behind me.

“What’s up?”

“Have you called your friend yet? Deion’s cousin?” Spark asks and I shake my head. “I’m calling him this morning, before he goes to work. It’s the best time to catch him without others overhearing the conversation.” Killian has his own apartment and a full-time job. He typically keeps his activities with the gang for evenings and weekends.

“You need to call him.” Spark says. “I just got off the phone with Shield. The cops are looking for you. That kid, Wylan Oaks? An anonymous tip came through naming you as his murderer.”

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