Page 53 of Reaper Released

“Sit down, and I’ll grab you a drink. You’re not gonna like this.”

I groan and move away to sit in the chair at the far side of the room. I’m being dumped. I know I am. He’s made his mind up. This is a total mistake, he got it wrong, and now he’s cutting his ties, game over, end of story. Hasta la vista, baby! I run my hand down my face and groan again.

“Hit me with it. Pull the plaster off. Just yank. One swift go, go on now before I change my mind!”

“So, you know when you went and got kidnapped, and Ares called everyone back to fake find you, well, I kind of was in the middle of a job, and I need to finish it before the wedding.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I thought it was gonna be done. Sorry, Ray, it’s been real, like, and I’m like so over it, so let’s like call it quits while we still can and just be friends, okay?”

“That’s what you were expecting?”

“Yep.”

“Why the fuck would you expect that? Jesus Christ, Ray, that's what you’ve been thinking all afternoon?”

“Yep.”

“Fuck!”

“I didn’t say it made sense. It was just what I was thinking. I’m not used to all this!” I gesture wildly between us.

“All what?”

“All this. Me, you, feelings and shit!”

“Ray, you’re such a fucking guy!”

“You saying you're the girl in this relationship, baby?”

He shakes his head. “Yeah, I think I am, but fuck, I wouldn’t change it. I have to be so in control 24/7. I’m the Enforcer, but then you come in and steal my thunder, but bring the sunshine with it and cause everyone to fall in love with you, but also to be a badass motherfucking bitch that I can be a bit more… I don’t fucking know, sensitive. I can actually let my guard down instead of having to be so fucking manly all the time!”

“Ah, baby,” I say, pushing him back onto the bed and climbing up his firm sexy ripped body and staring into the swirly grey vortexes of his soul, the pink fullness of his lips, the dimples that will be the death of me, and I push myself up with my hand on his throat, and squeeze slightly. He gasps, and his face falls serious as he takes me in, straddling him, my hand wrapped around his throat, and he reaches his hand to my wrist and holds it there. I rock my hips over his straining jeans and smile down at him.

“I have a little secret hobby that I think you’re going to love, but I’m gonna save it till after the wedding, but for now… ” I trail off, rocking my hips again and squeezing just a tad harder. His pupils dilate, and his tongue flicks out and licks his lips. He's staring into my face like he’s here to serve me and me alone.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Steel?” He looks away, trying to calm himself, so I rock my hips again, this time grinding into him a few more times and keeping my grip firm. He gasps as I lick up the side of his face, and his eyes flutter closed. He takes a few steadying breaths, which don’t seem to help. “Steel? Do you want me to fuck you?” I rock again, but he keeps his blown gaze on me, taking another gasp. He nods his head, so I rock a few more times. “If I fuck you now, will you regret it?” He shakes his head but can’t look me in the eyes. I grab a nipple through his shirt and twist. “Don’t lie! Will you regret it?” And he nods.

“I’m sorry!” he whispers. I smile down at him and start grinding myself on him. Well, we don’t need to have sex to both come—time to make a mess in his jeans. I start riding him fully clothed, and his cheeks flush, and I lean in and kiss him a little. Then I rock again and flex my fingers, eliciting another gasp, “Ray!”

“Fuck!” I kiss him, then pull back and flex my fingers again, cutting off a little more airflow. He should be starting to buzz and feel a little lightheaded, so I grind and flip my hips. As I feel his thighs tense below me, I grin. “Come for me!” I demand, and I keep on grinding against him as his breaths become shorter, and he's panting for breath and staring into my soul like it owns his, and he stutters and stills. I feel him pulse through his jeans.

Letting go of his throat, he stays still for a while before glaring at me. “Fuck, Ray, what the hell am I supposed to do now with boxers full of come and a dick that’s throbbing to be inside you… but also wants more of that?” He gestures to all of me, smiling down at him.

“When do you need to leave?”

“In the morning.” He sounds a little sheepish at that.

“Fine. And how long will you be gone for?”

“I’ll be back for the wedding, promise!”

“Fucking hell! Best make it count, then! So you're still holding out on me and waiting till after the wedding?”

He takes a shaky breath. “Yeah, I wanna wait.”

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