Page 78 of Resurfaced Passion
“God, don’t cry, Paige.”
Reaper’s frown this time could have broken her heart and she tried to smile. “Listen to me feeling sorry for myself. I’m good, really. I just wanted you to know about me.”Because I want to know everything about you … I want you to be my boyfriend.
He didn’t speak, he sort of made a grumble noise, but he kissed her cheek making her feel lovely and then he slid his palm between her legs and any loveliness disappeared and Paige sucked in a breath when he reached her burning apex.
“Wanna make feel good,” he rasped, sucking the tip of her ear.
Paige was not going to say no, as she snuggled in his lap with his hand diddling her between the legs, her face pressed to his shoulder, and he didn’t stop until she was shaking with a body-crushing orgasm.
“Wow,” she panted, sprawled on Reaper.
With herculean effort she lifted her head and planted her mouth against the side of his neck. “I feelamazing, not just good.” she purred and stroked her hand down his firm belly and cupped between his legs where he was very, very hard.
Reaper grunted and bumped her hand.
“Now, how do I make you feel good?”
His groan was sexual. Hot. A delicious prelude to things to come because the moment the words were out of her mouth, Reaper flipped the recliner chair back and had Paige under him with her belly down and her legs spread wide, his fingers yet again peeling under her shorts and his hard, hard dick probing against her bottom.
“Pleasing you is my pleasure, Paige. This hard cock dying to punch inside you until you scream, feels good when you’re coming.” He was stripping her bare, both of clothes and emotions. Paige dug her nails into the soft leather and bucked up with her now naked butt, his two hands cupped and squeezed.
He kissed and licked up her spine, nipped his teeth on her hips, and savored slow kisses on the dimples at the base of her back, when he reached the nape of her neck he was straddled on top of Paige.
She heard the rip of a condom packet, her body shivering expectantly.
He looked so determined with his jaw set and eyes so, so smoldering when she looked back at him. He was stroking himself. Long, determined strokes that pushed his cock through his hand and the crown knocked against his belly.
“Please me, Reaper.” She said and felt a little silly, but it was the right thing to say because his growl filled her with helium shaped lust as he yanked her legs further apart and tapped her clit with the tip of himself.
“You asked for it, baby.”
Boy, did she. Her scream could be heard across the condo compound.
They made love most of the day.
Paige knew it was the best day of her life.
It didn’t matter than she’d forgotten so many days because he made this one the very best.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“Paige, meet ladybug.” – Reaper
It was the morning after the night before in the clubhouse.
The four hundred square foot converted warehouse with the ceiling high windows, the state of the art fully stocked bar and the TV and gaming area was fucked up when Reaper walked in that next day and clapped eyes on the aftermath to what must have been a wild night last night. Crushed beer cans, half empty glasses, pizza boxes with half eaten food, clothes strewn and remnants of joints everywhere.
Rider let the guys party in the clubhouse typically at weekends but if it was someone’s birthday or one of the Nomad’s rode through town then the boys laid out the welcome mat.
“You missed a helluva night, son.” Jed announced before Reaper had even parked his ass at the bar for his morning coffee. Ever since the old man installed a barista machine back there for Z-girl’s coffee habit a few years back, the boys tended to sit like addicts waiting for a shot of caffeine too.
He liked his plain black with a touch of real sugar, not that saccharine shit. His mother would wrap him on the back of the hand with whatever she had close by if she knew he was using chemicals in his food. She was vegan, grew her own produce, never used anything processed and didn’t touch alcohol unless she’d made her own. He and his siblings called her a tree hugging hippie just to rile the small woman.
She was a pot smoking, carrot growing hippie and he missed his family more lately.
“Yeah? Looks like.” he replied.
“Red Light rode through to see Preacher’s boys.”
