Page 16 of Reaper & Ruin
“Shut up and sit down,amore mio. I’m going to romance you.” I said quickly, shoving one of the glasses in her direction when she got closer.
Heather took the glass, her fingers brushing mine for a moment, and I thought she might crack another joke. But instead, she just stared at the room, her lips quirking into a half-smile.
“This is… unexpected. Even though you just told me to shut up, I think this is really sweet,” she said finally, lowering herself onto the couch. The cushions swallowed her up, the blankets wrapping around her like she was claiming the throne I’d so carefully prepared. She tucked her legs under her and sipped her wine, her eyes flicking back to me. “You know you didn’t have to do all this, right? I’m perfectly happy as a gremlin. Blankets, noodles, and no witnesses.”
“I wanted to,” I said, sitting down on the far end of the couch. My fingers fidgeted around the stem of my glass, and I couldn’t meet her gaze. “Our first time wasn’t… how I plannedit. It wasn’t what I would have done if we’d dated in the normal world. And whilst I have no regrets, I would like a chance to do things my way.”
That caught her attention. She tilted her head again, a lock of her neon blue hair slipping over her shoulder. “How youplannedit?” She echoed, her voice soft and teasing. “Gio, are you telling me you had some grand, romantic vision for us fucking? You thought about it long enough toplansomething?”
I swallowed hard. My mouth had already run away with the truth, so there was no point in trying to reel it back now. “Yeah,” I admitted, feeling my face heat even more. “Something like that.”
Heather set her glass on the coffee table and leaned toward me, her smirk turning devious. “Okay, Romeo. Lay it on me. What did you imagine? Candles? Rose petals? A choir of angels descending from the ceiling?”
“Not a choir,” I said quickly, the corner of my mouth twitching despite myself. “I don’t know. It wasn’t that specific.”
Her eyes narrowed playfully. “That’s not an answer. Tell me how you imagined fucking me.”
I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a shaky laugh at the sudden hardness in my pants at her words. “It’s stupid,” I said, staring at the fire instead of her. “I used to… back when you were at Bella’s… I used to watch you dance and think about what it would be like to… I don’t know. Bewithyou. For real.”
There. I said it.
The silence that followed made my chest tighten. I braced myself for a joke, for some sarcastic remark that would make me want to crawl under the cushions and disappear.
But Heather surprised me.
“That’s not stupid,” she whispered, her voice softer than I’d ever heard it. “It’s sweet. Even sweeter if you consider I used to look in the crowd for you, hoping I’d catch you watching me.”
“You did?” Sipping my wine, a smile burst free. “I used to watch you from upstairs. I didn’t want it to be obvious that I had issues taking my eyes off you. Or that I was imagining our future together.”
She smirked again, raising an eyebrow. “Did you imagine anything else then? Or was it just the candles and firelight in a murder cabin in the woods?”
“Definitely not the firelight or murder cabin,” I said, leaning back into the cushions. “But yeah. I imagined a lot. More than I probably should’ve. But it was so hard. You were naked and dancing and…” I waved at her. “I mean,look at you. How could any mortal resist a peek and a handful of dreams about lap dances?”
Heather swirled the wine in her glass like she was considering something profound, but the glint in her eyes told me she was about to say something that would leave me wishing for the floor to swallow me whole.
Or hopefully about to ask for something she could swallow whole instead.
“So,” she started, drawing the word out as she leaned back against the couch. “You’ve always wanted a lap dance from the one and only Heaven? You kinky fuck. I wonder how many times you got off to your little fantasy. It would explain why you were always upstairs ‘working’ on something.”
I choked on my wine so hard I thought I might die right there, coughing and sputtering as the words registered. Heat climbed up my neck, and I scrambled for a comeback, but nothing coherent made it out.
Heather grinned, setting her glass down. “Lucky for you,” she said, standing and stretching in one smooth motion as she waved at me to take her seat. “I’m in a good mood now that I’m human again.”
Oh, fuck yes.
Like the good boy I would eagerly be for her, I scrambled into her vacant seat, sitting back and doing my best to relax. I watched her as she stole my phone from the coffee table, quickly changing the playlist to something more her speed.
She downed the rest of her wine as she shrugged out of socks and loosened her limbs.
“So,” her choice of song drifted through the air, tension burning higher with each passing beat, “the big, scary mafia man wants a little taste of Heaven. I wonder if he can pay for it?” She smirked down at me as she grabbed the hem of her jumper.
“Name your price.” I slid my wallet out of my pants, offering it to her. “You don’t even need totouchme. Just let me look at you without all those clothes on, and I’ll be happy.”
She took a step toward me slowly, like a cat toying with its prey. My heart raced, and my brain was screaming at me to do something—say something—but all I could do was sit there, frozen, as she closed the distance and yanked her jumper over her head.
When she reached me, she swung one leg over and slid into my lap, her movements fluid as she stole my wallet with her free hand. A second later, her arms looped around my neck, and she leaned in just close enough that I could feel the heat of her presence.
She tilted her head, her grin wicked. “Would you have been this hard if I’d given you a lap dance before?” She asked, her voice low and dripping with mischief as she ground on my dick.
