Page 29 of Reaper

“Lexi!” he screams as his climax crashes over him.

His body goes taut as he unleashes himself within me, branding me as his own. Hot spurtsof his release fill me until there’s no room left, and his seed drips out of me.

Thank fucking God I’m on birth control.

Collapsing on top of me, spent, he holds me close. His heart pounds against mine as he struggles to catch his breath. I lie beneath him, panting, my body still trembling from the most exquisite orgasm of my life. Even battery-operated toys can’t make me come that hard.

Eventually, he slides out of me, leaving a sticky trail behind. He stands before me with a cocky grin on his face. “I take it you liked that.”

“Fuck you, Reaper.” I laugh while my body still hums with satisfaction. I lie there, drenched in sweat, my breath gradually slowing. Moving from this spot seems like an unnecessary chore; that is, until I hear the rumble of the bikes outside.

“Unless you want a bunch of prospects seeing your naked ass, we should go.” He scoops me into his arms and carries me down the hall to his bedroom.

As soon as he shuts the door, I hear voices drifting from the living room. If we’d waited another second, those guys would have had one hell of a show. I shudder at the thought. Some girls might like to put on a performance, but I’m not one of them.

Reaper gets me settled into bed beside him before pulling a heavy blanket over us. Despite how much heat we created, it’s still the middleof the night. Even during the summer, nights get cold in the mountains. I’m grateful for his warmth. Even though he’s barely civilized in some ways, he’s a complete gentleman in others. It’s a strange dichotomy, but that’s just the way he is.

As my thoughts begin to clear, regrets slip in. The reality of what just happened hits me like a sledgehammer. When I found out I was pregnant with Ace, I swore off sex with outlaw bikers. I’ve been able to keep that promise to myself for years—until now.

Reaper’s a dangerous man. Not just outside the bedroom, but in it too. When we were together before, he went too far one time, and I passed out from a lack of oxygen. He stopped and slapped me silly until I woke up, but it shouldn’t have happened in the first place. We get carried away when we fuck. It’s nobody’s fault, but we tend to take shit too far when we’re together. That’s just one more reason why sleeping with him again is stupid.

Yet, at the same time, I can’t deny the white hot pleasure coursing through my veins. I just broke every rule I made about bikers, and somehow, I survived, only to emerge even more alive than before. The last time I felt this awake and present was the day I gave birth to my son. I’ve been in a fog ever since, giving everything to him and taking nothing for myself. Ace will always be my number one priority, but don’t Ideserve some pleasure too?

Reaper rolls away from me to lie on his side, giving me his back. The soft inhalation and exhalation of his breath doesn’t change, so I can tell he’s asleep. I lightly trace my fingers over the tattoo which covers most of his back. It’s a tombstone over a grave with the grim reaper’s scythe resting on top of it. A skeletal hand reaches out of the grave toward the sky. I’ve always wondered what it means, but he refuses to talk about it.

Although he’s undeniably sexy, I should know better than to ask too many questions. If my heart gets involved again, I’m doomed. I can’t afford to get attached to someone like him. I need to remember why I left in the first place. Part of me still wants to ask him about what happened that night, but I’ve got a bigger problem to deal with right now. Blackstone. If Reaper’s right, and I think he is, then Blackstone wants me dead. But … why?

I think back on every interaction I’ve had with Blackstone over the last few weeks. Nothing stands out. As far as I know, I didn’t do anything to make him angry enough to try to kill me. I never broke anything, never stole from him. That would have been stupid, given how many guards were around the ranch. It seemed like an excessive amount of security, but I guess he could have some deadly enemies. Blackstone is the governor of Montana, after all.

Another thing has been bothering me. When I was talking to Matrix and Reaper about Blackstone and Ace, they both looked like they’d seen a ghost. What’s their connection to Blackstone? Maybe he has it out for them because he doesn’t like motorcycle clubs. I can’t really blame him for that. They’re outlaws, and I vaguely remember that Blackstone ran ads on television about how he wanted to kick gangs out of the state. That could be the thread that ties them together.

Exhaustion creeps in. It’s been one hell of a day, and my eyelids refuse to stay open. They flutter closed, but my mind won’t stop working. I’m trying to understand things, but I don’t have enough information about either Blackstone or the club’s connection to him. Attempting to figure it out is fruitless.

Instead, I need to remind myself over and over that even though Reaper’s hot as sin, I have to keep my hands to myself. Tonight was a mistake; one I can’t make again. Hopefully, after I get some sleep, I’ll be able to think clearly.

But when morning comes, Reaper’s tattooed biceps and glistening abs are on full display, and all I can do is reach for him. So much for sticking to the rules.

Chapter 12: Reaper

As I take my seat for Church, I can’t shake the image of Lexi’s naked, flushed body from my mind. I left her incoherent and still twitching from a string of orgasms. Recovering from that should keep her occupied while I meet with the guys. My cock still throbs at the memory of her beneath me. Her soft moans drove me so wild I lost control. I really hope I didn’t hurt her sweet little pussy because I’m going to need another taste of it as soon as I get back to my room.

Trying to focus on Scar’s words is almost impossible. The chemistry between Lexi and me is like a raging inferno. I couldn’t extinguish it even if I tried. The more time we spend together, the more I’m drawn to her fire and sass. Having her back in my bed is a complication I didn’t need, but she’s back, waiting for me in bed, and all I can think about is being balls deep inside her again.

“Hello? Earth to Reaper,” Talon snarks.

“What?” I grunt, glancing up at them.

Scar and Talon scowl, while Matrix and Nitro have their heads cocked like dogs who heard a sound they didn’t like.

“Are you awake enough for club business, or do you need to get some sleep?” Scar asks sarcastically.

“Tucker told me there was jizz on the pool table, and the walls were shaking half the night,” Nitro smirks.

“Get a prospect to clean that shit up,” Scar snaps.

“Already did,” Nitro says. “I love making them do shit like that.”

“No cum in the living room. Rules are rules,” Matrix says, trying but failing to suppress a grin.

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