Page 25 of Dylan's Dad
I nod, understanding his concern. "I appreciate it, Stallion. I know you care about her too." I glance over at Lola, who has settled back against the headboard, her face slowly easing into relief as the pain medication begins to take effect. I am beyond grateful for the support of my brothers.
Stallion gives a small smile before turning to leave. "Get some rest, Reaper. We'll keep an eye on things downstairs."
As the door closes, I walk back to the bed and sit down beside Lola. She looks at me with tired eyes, her hand reaching out to grasp mine. "Thank you for taking care of me," she whispers.
I squeeze her hand gently, feeling the warmth and comfort of her touch. "Always, Little Flower. You don't have to thank me.It's what I'm here for." I lean in to press a soft kiss on her forehead before settling down beside her. My adrenaline begins to fade, leaving behind a deep exhaustion that seeps into my bones. But I can't let myself fall asleep just yet. I need to make sure she's truly safe and sound beside me. Lying on my side facing her I watch her eyes close and then her breathing slowly evens out. I find myself counting her breaths until I eventually drift off.
Lola
The first streams of light coming through the window wake me. I turn my head toward the other side of the bed and see Reaper still sleeping peacefully beside me. My lips quirk up thinking about how he told me he loves me yesterday.
“It’s too early for you to be staring at me like that.” He says before cracking one eye open.
“How do you do that? You always seem to know when I am looking at you without seeing me looking.” I move to roll over but the sudden sharp pain in my side stops me.
Stretching he sits up, “I can just feel you staring, I don’t know. How are you feeling?”
“Sore, but okay.” He looks at me like he doesn’t believe me, which is fair cause I’m in a lot of pain.
“Let me grab you some more pain meds.”
He moves to get out of bed but I stop him with a hand on his arm. “I’ll be okay. The pain meds make me sleepy and I don’t wanna sleep all the time.”
He sighs, “How about a half dose to at least take the edge off. Please I don’t like seeing you in pain.” I give in nodding. He gets out of bed and goes to my side grabbing the orange bottle out of the nightstand. Placing a single pill in my hand, he grabs the half full bottle from last night and hands it to me.
I take the pill in my hand and look at Reaper with a small smile. "Thank you," I say softly, appreciating his concern for my well-being. He nods and sits back down on the bed, his eyes never leaving me as I take the medication and wash it down with a sip of water.
I settle back against the pillows, feeling the dull ache in my side start to subside. Reaper's hand reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "You are so strong, Little Flower. And so beautiful and mine." I shiver at the possessive tone in his voice.
Anyone else calling me theirs in a possessive way would be an instant red flag but Reaper saying it feels right. I am his. "Kiss me." I demand.
Reaper's eyes darken with desire as he leans in, his lips hovering over mine. There's a hunger in his gaze that ignites a fire deep within me. I can feel the intensity of his emotions, the way he's consumed by his love for me.
Without hesitation, his lips crash against mine, melding together in a passionate kiss. It's like a drug, addictive and intoxicating.
His hands trace patterns along my sides, careful to avoid the tender area where my stitches lie. The pain is momentarily forgotten as pleasure courses through my veins. The weight of his body presses against mine, the heat and strength of him enveloping me completely.
We break apart for a moment, both breathless and longing for more. His eyes meet mine, filled with a mix of raw desire and adoration. "I love you," he whispers huskily, his voice laced with need.
His words send a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire within me. I reach up, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me. "I love you too, Reaper," I reply breathlessly, my voice filled with the same hunger and longing.
With a low growl, Reaper rests his forehead against mine. “I should probably get dressed and check in with the guys. I am sure there is an update on Ray by now.”
I lock up, Dylan said he killed Ray. “Wait! Ray?”
He clears his throat, “Yeah, he called us and told us Dylan took you. He was in rough shape when I got here. He was rushed to the hospital and last I heard he was still in surgery.”
“Dylan said he killed him.”
Reaper laughs harshly, “Yeah, well based on who my son grew into I wouldn’t put lying past him.”
Hearing him refer to Dylan as his son makes me cringe. Which is ridiculous because I obviously know that but it still doesn’t make sense to me. How can a father and son be so different? I mean I know Reaper is no saint but he’s also not completely evil like Dylan. Reaper is complicated. He has layers and some are quite dark but I'm never afraid of Reaper, which I definitely can't say the same for Dylan. Maybe that's why it's so easy for me to not see Reaper as Dylan's Dad.
I look up at Reaper, "True. Can I come with you to say hi to the guys?"
He looks at me with concern, "I know they would love to see you, Baby. I'm just worried about you moving around too much, you are healing."
"Please, Reaper. I promise to not do too much. I'll rest downstairs."
