Page 24 of Reaper & Ruin
“I always knew you were too dumb to do hard things.” She said, her voice teasing. “You need to relax and let me take over. I’m sure I can figure out this gang business easier than you, Reaper.”
“I am relaxed.” I slid my hands to her waist.“Giovanni.”
“My name is Heather, actually.” She raised an eyebrow, leaning in until her nose was almost touching mine. “You’re also a terrible liar, you know that?”
I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “Says you. Most of what comes out of your mouth when you’re not insulting me is thoroughly false.”
“And yet,” she said, her grin widening, “you love me.”
“Do I now?” I teased, though my voice softened, betraying the truth.
Her eyes sparkled, and she kissed me—a soft brush of her lips at first, teasing, testing, but with enough heat to send my thoughts scattering. Her weight settled comfortably against me as I deepened the kiss, my hand sliding up to cradle the back of her neck.
Heather always had this way of making me forget, of pulling me out of my head when I started sinking too far into it. She tasted like honey and something sweeter, like she was the antidote to the bitterness that had followed me my entire life.
“Reaper,” she whispered between kisses, “have you ever been in the mile high club?”
“No.” My smug grin was large. “Have you?” I moved my hand, squeezing her waist in warning. “And you know it’s Gio. Not Reaper, stop being a brat.”
She pulled back so she could unbutton my shirt, smiling away without a care for most of my words. “This is my first time on a plane. I’m not a snobby rich girl. I did classy peasant things like take the bus and walk.”
“And yet, your first time on a plane is for a private jet?”
“That’s because I’m a trophy wife now. I’m all about being a classy bitch.” She trailed kisses along my collarbone, leaving glossy marks behind. “And as a classy bitch, I wanted to know something.”
“Sure.”
She leaned in, whispering in my ear. “Do you want to become a member of the mile high club with me? I slept with Atlas first, so I wanted to give you a first too. Make it even.”
A single look at my expression gave her my answer. But I nodded anyway as she started grinding on my lap, hips rolling.
Her head cocked, blue hair fluttering around her face. “Do you think I’m pretty, Reaper?”
“Obviously.” I sighed. “And I am not continuing these games with you. If you call me Reaper again, I will get Atlas to spank you until you can’t sit down for a week.”
“Oh, yeah?” Ever so slowly, she leaned back, using my hold on her to keep her upright. With careful fingers, she slid her top off, dropping it onto the leather seat next to me. “I thought you liked watching me dance. I can’t dance if I’m being punished.”
“You know I like it.” She ground harder whilst I leaned back, spreading my legs wider and getting comfortable. “I spent more hours than I can count watching you on my stage, Heather. I used to pretend you were dancing just for me. But you can dance with a sore ass. I’ve seen you do worse.”
She grabbed my phone off the chair and tapped a couple of buttons. Random club music started playing just loud enough for it to work as she danced. Okay, it wasn’t so much as dance, as it was rubbing herself all over me and grinding. But I would have had to be dead to not enjoy it. Hell, even dead, I would have had fun.
What kind of man didn’t get hard watching his beautiful woman, in nothing but a see-through blue bra and thong, writhe all over him and give him a show? I had eyes that worked perfectly, and they knew we watched something thoroughly enjoyable.
Something that even made Atlas pause whatever he was doing, so he could put his greedy eyes our way, too.
He didn’t join in. He made no effort to move at all, even when Heather unhooked her bra. Nor when she yanked at my belt, undoing it and my jeans just enough that she could free my cock from my boxers. I could see the urge to move dancing behind his eyes. His inner monster was clearly desperate to come over and take control. But he couldn’t.
“Stay there and watch.” Heather ordered him. “I want to make Gio feel better, and I want to see how you like waiting for a change.”
“Am I getting special treatment,amore mio? How kind.” Panting just a little, I wriggled further back in the chair as she straddled me properly.
Atlas snorted. “Watching you fuck is hardly a punishment,malyshka. You’re just giving me the kind of show I like.” He placed his laptop on the little table near him and sat back, arms behind his head, ankles crossed. Thoroughly comfortable. Even more so when he pulled his phone out, no doubt hitting record on his camera.
The dirty fucker had a video collection of us all. We’d watched it together once or twice.
I didn’t mind his eyes being on me. Neither did Heather. She appeared to enjoy the attention as she sat on me after pulling her thong to the side. A whimper escaped her pretty lips, and I leaned forward to cover it with a kiss.
She put her hands on my shoulder for support, staring right into my soul when she pulled back.
