Page 11 of Reaper's Revenge
“Tomorrow?” Her confused irises take me in, her forehead wrinkling a touch as she attempts to remember.
“You dreamed of riding my motorcycle with me, remember?”
“How could I forget? It’s played in my mind all day.”
“Good. I’ll pick you up tomorrow, give you a ride?” I press my will into her, not wanting her to deny me, merely so she can walk home like she does with her co-workers. I won’t have her safety in jeopardy, nor the distance between us. I don’t think I’d survive it when everything tells me I can’t go through this life without her. Call it insane or too soon, or whatever…But I once thought the same about immortality, and now here I am. I’ve learned to write nothing off in this world, and my instincts lead me to her.
“I’d like that very much. Tomorrow,” she confirms, and then I press a tender kiss to her forehead.
“Go inside and lock the door behind you. I’ll wait.” I promise and take a step back, out of the way of her screen door so she can get it open.
“Thank you, I’ll see you soon.” She slips the key into her door lock, then slides inside. The door shuts, but I don’t move until I hear the deadbolt and chain on the other side sliding into place.
“Not soon enough,” I mutter and head back to my bike.
Chapter Nine
Athena
I swear I’m floating today, still riding the high from last night. Reaper was the last person I was expecting to find following me home after my shift, and while I was frightened at first, he quickly set my mind at ease. My head is still spinning over what he did with his tongue.
Of course, I’ve had men go down on me, but I never enjoyed it. The act was more for them than for me; they always took it as a challenge when I told them I couldn’t come from oral. I was far too uncomfortable over anyone having their face in my nether regions to remotely be able to relax, let alone orgasm on their tongue. It was weird, and something I never wanted the pressure of doing.
However, when Reaper sank to his knees, pressed his nose to my panties, and inhaled deeply, only to repeat the process and get me dizzy on his need, I was rocked. I think he’d stunned me so much over his presence, then his actions, I had no time to overthink or question anything when he’d tugged my panties off and buried his face between my thighs. All I could do was hold on and thank the Heavens for sending such a sexy man to my doorstep.
He went on to prove me wrong about never being able to come that way, too. Sweet Jesus, it felt so good having him down there, tasting and groaning like he couldn’t get enough, no matter how hard he tried. Then there was a tiny prick of pain and him sucking, and so many other sensations mixed into one, I had no choice but to give in and let him take me over the edge. I don’t know what the small amount of pain was, but it only served to heighten the experience in what came after. Now, I think I’m broken for anyone else. I’ll always compare them to last night, and I have a strong suspicion they’ll fall short every single time. Reaper, however, he knows what he’s doing, and I’ll gladly spread my thighs open for him to lick me any time he wants.
Christ on a cracker. I exhale, catching an amused grin from my last table. It’s two older ladies, I’d guess in their seventies or so, sipping coffee and chit-chatting. It’s been a semi-slow night after a busy lunch, so I’ve enjoyed my few tables tonight. They were all about taking their time and enjoying their food, which makes my job easier in the end.
“Need anything?” I check, the ladies seem to be good on their own, but I also don’t want them thinking I’ve forgotten about them or that I may be rushing them in any way.
The smiling lady shakes her head, “No. I was just telling Heather here how I think you must have a man on your mind. The dazed look in your eyes a moment ago is enough of a hint to know you’re thinking of something or someone special. It’s happened to us a time or two, so we know.”
“You are correct, ma’am. I met a gorgeous man, and he showed up to surprise me after work yesterday. I haven’t been able to get him off my mind since.” That’s putting it lightly, but there’s no way I’m embellishing to these two about my wild memory.
Heather speaks up, her voice quiet but firm. “Now, you tell that young man to come over at the appropriate hours. Don’t be a booty call for him, you’re much too sweet to be a flavor of the week. If he’s not ready to put a ring on it, he’s not ready to season it either.”
I laugh. I wasn’t expecting her choice of words, and it sounds so random coming from her. I can’t help but be amused. “Thank you. I agree to no booty calls for me,” I confirm, flashing them a wide smile. I wonder how Reaper would react if I told him what she just said. The thought nearly makes me laugh out loud.
The first lady slides the check to the end of the table, with a twenty-dollar bill. “Here’s the check, deary. Now, you keep the rest of that for yourself, you hear?”
“Thank you. You both have a good night, and let me know if you decide on another cup.” They came in for pie and coffee, and have been here a while already, gossiping and giggling like best friends. They’d refused the last refill I offered, and I’d already cleared their pie plates, so they’re probably about to leave.
Sliding the bill and check from the table, I stuff them in my apron to take care of in a minute. As I do, I glance up, meeting the intense stare of a beautiful woman. She’s outside the café’s large window, directly in front of me. Her eyes blaze with a bright, eerie red color, and her skin is deathly pale, but absolutely flawless. She’s got spiral curly hair with amazing volume, and a body that’s full of the type of curves many women dream about having one day.
She’s next level gorgeous, and also, so still…Her presence reminds me more of a mannequin than a woman. I offer a kind smile, hoping I appear welcoming, but she gives me nothing in return but a blank, soulless stare. Furrowing my brows, I blink hard, then stare out again, only to see she’s disappeared.
So weird.
“Did you see the woman who was just outside?” I ask the ladies. They glance out the window and then back to me, both shaking their heads.
Strange.
Something about the woman from the window seems to draw my curiosity to her, but I can’t explain it. I go to our café entrance, opening it enough to pop my head outside to see if she’s still here somewhere. I glance from right to left, but no one’s there, almost as if I’ve imagined the entire thing, but I swear I saw someone.
“We’re heading out,” I’m interrupted by the two ladies. “You have a good night, deary.”
“Thanks, you too.” I hold the door open for them and watch as they walk to their vehicles that are parked next to each other. They stand in the parking lot talking, so I close the door, locking it and flipping the sign to closed. I’m ready to finish cleaning up so I can get out of here. I’ve been feeling off all day, aside from having my head in the clouds.
