Page 111 of Reaper Released

“Right, come on, let's get this show on the road!” Steel calls from the door.

Walking through the MC door, the place erupts with cheers. As we walk towards the bar, Savage steps out, blocking my way. He’s already drunk, and I smile up at him. “Hey Savage.”

“Reaper!” He nods, he then gives me a devilish smirk and leans a little closer. “If you need a hand with the aftercare,” he nods towards my tits, “I’m a very hands-on piercer!” He winks at me.

I smile up at him and place my left hand on his chest, leaning over to speak in his ear, keeping the smile on my face. “Wow, thanks, Savage, that’s not at all inappropriate, you fuck knuckle!” I swing my right hand back, clenching it to a fist, and dick punch the fucking douche canoe.

There’s a grunt. He drops to his knees like a lead weight. Looking up at me, he grunts out, “Yup, totally deserved that!”

I smile down at him and pat him on the head. “You won’t make that mistake again, dickhead!”

I stride past him to the bar. As I look back, I see Steel stride over to Savage with a massive smile on his face. He looks down at him, then just laughs and follows after me.

Viking strides over and grabs Carmen's hand, dragging her after us and putting his whole hand in Savage's face, pushing him back so he falls backwards. “Fucking twat!” He shakes his head as he reaches us.

There’s a tap on a glass as Ares shouts, “Listen up, motherfuckers, we know why we’re here now. Let's get started!” He stalks over to me, handing me a bottle of tequila as Tatts drags a table over to the middle of the room. Wiping it down and laying a mat on it, and tapping for me to hop up, I slide off my boots and jeans, and all the guys start wolf whistling as Steel’s gaze murders every single one of them multiple times in various bloody ways, which makes me laugh.

I have on a pair of bikini bottoms that tie at the side, so I slide onto the table, take a massive swig of tequila then lie back. Tatts undoes the string on the right, folds them back, and preps the area, slapping on the stencil and getting to it. Most people watch and chat around me for a while, then get bored and head to sit down or play pool or darts while they wait.

After my Reapers tattoo is finished, I have to sit on the bar and drink till I either finish the bottle or fall off. Needless to say, I’m rather pissed by the time I’ve finished the bottle and barely upright.

Swaying as I sit there, Steel slides between my legs and slides his hand into my hair, pulling my head back and biting down on my neck before licking across it painfully slow. I slide slightly forward and grind myself into him.

“Fuck, baby, don’t do that, you’re shit-faced, and I know as soon as I get you in bed, you’re gonna pass the fuck out and sleep like the dead!”

I grin at him and slur, “I fucking love you, you know that!”

He grins. “I love it when you get all squishy when you’re pissed!”

“I fucking love your dimples. They should be illegal. I think if you popped those dimples at me and asked me to murder anyone, I just would!”

“Ah, baby, you say the sweetest things.”

“I know, right!” I grin back at him as he shakes his head at me.

“Come on. Bed, now!”

I two-finger salute him. “Aye, aye, Captain!”

Shaking his head, he laughs again, throwing me over his shoulder and stalking across the clubhouse. “We’re out, guys!”

There are shouts of byes and laughter as I’m just dangling there down Steel’s back. I think I manage a thumbs-up as we leave. Carmen and Viking follow us out, and we head back to the apartment.

“You need a hand with… that buddy?” I hear Viking say, chuckling behind us.

Steel reaches into his pocket and slides the key out tossing it over his shoulder. “You could get the door for me!”

As he strides up the steps, I can feel myself giving into the darkness. I want to show Steel his presents, so I have to stay awake. He pushes through the bedroom door and lowers me onto the bed. “Presents,” I mumble.

“You want presents?”

“No,” I mumble back. I’m struggling to keep my eyes open. He chuckles and slides off my boots, sliding my jeans down carefully so he doesn’t drag them across the new ink. He slides my T-shirt off and sits me up to reach my bra, flicking it open. I wince as my nipples crash into him.

“Shit, babe, did I catch your tat?” Blinking up at him, I smile, and he lays me down, removing my bra and gasping. “Holy shit, beautiful, are these for me?” I smile again, feeling the heat rising as he slides his hand up to cup my right breast to get a closer look. I raise my hand and point to my left breast. He sits back and looks. He can see the swirling black text that says …

Steel

… as near to my heart as I can get it. “Shit, babe… they’re beautiful, and my name… that’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. How long before I take them for a full test drive?” He waggles his eyes at me, and I only manage a goofy smile back. “How the fuck am I meant to sleep now with all that going on?” He scrubs a hand down his face. “I’m gonna go grab a quick shower. Probably a cold one!” I feel him move off the bed, but that’s the last thing I hear.

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