Page 59 of Reaper
“And…and you would want someone else to fuck me so you can watch?”
“Fuck no.” I pinch her nipple to emphasize my point. “No one will ever touch you but me.”
Relief crosses her face.
“What else do you like?”
She moans when I brush my fingers across her nipples again soothing the sting.
“Nothing gets me harder than,” I trail my fingers down her stomach to her pussy, “watching women get ate out.” She groans and squirms under my touch. I run my finger along her slit, playing with her folds. “And eating women out while others watch. Do you think you would like that?” I ask, as I push a finger inside her entrance, then easing it out. “I think your pussy would love it. You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart.”
“Logan,” she moans as I tease her clit.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Can we try it?”
“I don’t have a problem with that. I’d love nothing more to lick this sweet cunt why the entire world watches me make you mine.”
“I’m so glad you're back.”
I laugh as I settle between her thighs. “I am too, baby. Never doubt how much I love you.”
I suck her sensitive bud into my mouth. She gasps, gripping my hair, pulling me closer to her cunt.
“I love you too,” she groans, and my mouth is flooded with her juices.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this content and at peace, like everything in the world is exactly as it should be. And I know it has everything to do with the woman I’m gonna have screaming my name all night long.
Epilogue
WhatthehellamI thinking? I’ve been pacing the Japanese Gardens in Seattle for the last thirty minutes. We’ve been waiting for Alana to bring Paris and she’s late. I don’t know why I expected them to be on time because Alana is late for everything.
King and Alana have been in town for the past week, and while they’re here I’m going to ask Paris to be my wife. I have no idea why I chose this time, but it just felt right, now I’m freaking the hell out.
“You need to calm down,” King says.
“I am calm,” I lie.
He chuckles and I glare at him. He throw his hands up in surrender. “Sure, you are, that’s why you haven’t stopped pacing since we’ve been here. What’s got you so nervous?”
I stop, then face him. “What if she says no?”
My brother’s laugh reverberates around us like I’ve made the most ridiculous statement he’s ever heard.
It took months and a shit ton of money for me to reserve this place. But it’s one of the places Paris loves in Seattle, so I thought it would be the perfect place to pop the question.
But will it be enough?
The three and half acre garden is so peaceful with winding gravel paths, stone lanterns, a badass koi pond, and a wooden bridge. Whenever we come here, she takes so many pictures and can’t stop talking about how beautiful the place is. So, the place is perfect, all I need her to do is say yes.
“She’s not going to say no.”
In my heart I believe that, even though my mind is screaming I’m not enough for her.
“You don’t know that,” I say, running my hand through my hair.
“I do know that. Listen, I know it took me a while to warm up to her.”
