Page 16 of Dylan's Dad
As the sun began its descent toward the horizon, casting a warm glow across the cabin, Reaper and I found ourselves lost in each other's arms. His touch, once rough and commanding, now tender and loving. We reveled in the quiet intimacy, our bodies tangled together beneath the sheets.
As the hours slipped away, I found solace in the tranquility of the moment. Our whispers filled the air, sharing stories of our past, our dreams for the future. The sky outside had begun to shift, casting beautiful pinks and oranges of the impending sunset.
“We should probably start getting ready, Little Flower.” He gestured to the bathroom. “Come get your sexy ass in the shower and get cleaned up.”
I blush at his words but can’t help the surge of excitement that courses through me. Reaper has a way of making even the simplest tasks sound enticing. I follow him into the bathroom, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation flutter in my stomach.
The steam fills the enclosed space as the warm water cascades over our bodies, washing away the remnants of our passionate encounter earlier. Reaper's hands move gently over my skin, lathering me with a fragrant soap, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
His eyes locked with mine, a mischievous glint dancing in them. "You know," he began, his voice low and husky, "I could think of a few ways to make this shower even more memorable."
I laugh, a playful lilt to my voice. "Oh really? And what might those ways be?"
Reaper's lips curl into a wicked grin as he leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Well, for starters, I could pin you against the shower wall and taste every inch of your body. I could run my hands through your wet hair while I explore the depths of your desires, making you whimper and moan with pleasure."
My heart races at his words, my body tingling in response. Reaper has a way of igniting a fire within me, a passion that burns brighter than any flame.
"I want that," I whispered breathlessly, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water. "I want to feel your touch, to surrender myself to you completely."
Reaper's lips crash against mine with a hunger that matches my own, his hands gripping my waist as he lifts me effortlessly, pressing my back against the shower wall. Our bodies meld together as his mouth claims mine, his tongue exploring every crevice and eliciting delicious moans from deep within me.
The water cascades over us, adding an intoxicating element to our fervent embrace. He positions himself at my entrance, teasingly brushing against me.
"Tell me you want me." he growled.
"I want you, Reaper, only you."
He slams into me until there isn’t an inch of space between us. He groans, “Fuck, Baby, it’s like you were made for me.”
Reaper
The drive to the clubhouse was agonizing, all I wanted to do was turn back and lose myself in her again. I know that my time with Lola is limited, just a temporary escape from reality for her. Once we take care of Dylan, she will go back to her normal life and we will be over. That thought makes me want to make the most of our time together while I still can. Letting her go will be the most difficult thing I will ever have to do. Feeling her perfect body pressed against my back as she rode on the back of my bike certainly didn't make things any easier.
Pulling into the gravel driveway of the club I place my hand on her thigh giving it a squeeze. I drop the kickstand and hop off to help her down from the back of my bike. Gripping my arm sheswings her leg over and dismounts easily. Gently I work the strap free on the helmet and lift it from her head. Her hair cascades down in waves, framing her delicate face. The evening sun casts a golden glow upon her, making her look like an ethereal creature sent to tempt me. I can't help but be captivated by her beauty, the way her eyes sparkle with mischief and desire.
We walk towards the entrance of the clubhouse together, my arm wrapped possessively around her waist. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation as the sound of laughter and music fill the air. The room falls silent as we enter but is quickly filled with 'welcome homes' and I am so grateful to have this unconventional family.
Stallion approaches us first with a slap to my back he directs his attention to Lola and asks, "Are you hungry? I've been grilling and the bunnies have been doing all the rest."
Lola smiles up at Stallion and nods before looking to me. "Alright, Little Flower, let's get you something to eat."
Stallion leads us towards a secluded corner of the clubhouse where a spread of mouth-watering food awaits. The scent of grilled meat and savory sides fill the air, making my stomach rumble with hunger. As we settle down at a table, Lola's eyes light up with excitement, her playfulness shining through.
"So, what can I get you Darlin?" Stallion asks, his voice warm and friendly.
Lola leans closer to me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Hmm, how about some of your famous barbecue ribs?" I know they spent a lot of time together and it brings a smile to my face knowing she has become so comfortable around my best friend.
Stallion chuckles and nods, "Coming right up."
As he disappears into the crowd, Lola turns her attention back to me, her fingers tracing patterns on the back of my hand. I feel a bittersweet ache deep within my chest knowing that our timetogether will inevitably come to an end, yet I can't help but soak in each fleeting moment.
"Reaper," she whispers softly.
I gaze into her eyes, the dim lights of the clubhouse casting a warm glow on her face. "Lola," I reply, my voice filled with a mixture of affection and longing.
Her fingers continue to dance along the back of my hand, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake.
As Stallion returns with a plate piled high with succulent barbecue ribs, Lola's eyes light up. The aroma fills the air, making my mouth water in anticipation. I watch as she takes a bite, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "These are incredible, Stallion," she says between bites.
