Page 61 of Reaper Released

“Shut the fuck up, Ray, and get on the bike!” Slamming my helmet on, I can’t help but chuckle as we speed back to the MC.

I text Steel when we get back, but there’s no reply. I need a drink, though, so we sit at the bar. There’s only the two of us here necking a couple of shots. We don't speak a word when the third has gone down. Dice turns to me.

“This is really fucked up, isn’t it? You’ve all been looking for this kid for years, and nothing?”

“Yep, just vanished. It would be easier if we knew his name, but we have nothing to go on, and I know it bothers all my pas. They miss Sebastian and want to do right by his son. It’s just been so long!”

After a few more shots, Dice asks if he can look at all the evidence. “Maybe I can find something you know that someone else has missed.”

“It really can’t hurt!”

“Right, I’m off to bed, Ray. I’ll let you know how I get on with my gizmo!” He laughs and walks away, smiling to himself.

That's what Pa kept saying. “Make me a gizmo.”

“Facepalm emoji!” I mutter to myself and head to our room. Our room. I like the sound of that. I may even just walk in and not knock. As the door creaks ever so slightly, I peer in, but Steel doesn’t stir. He’s fast asleep. Walking to the side of the bed, I strip off. Just as I go to sit on the edge of the bed to get in, the covers fling back, and strong arms wrap around me, dragging me in and throwing the covers back over us.

“I missed you!” He kisses my neck and breathes in my hair, then groans. “You’re naked!”

“I am!”

He groans again. “What do you have against my nakeds?”

“My body and my dick, and my dick wants to be inside those nakeds. That’s the problem.”

“That sounds like a you problem, not a me problem!” I laugh.

“Bitch!” He pulls me closer and grinds into my arse.

“That doesn’t seem to be a productive way to help your problem!” Groaning again, he reaches up and tweaks my nipple.

“Ouch, motherfucker!” I gasp out before it turns into a throaty moan.

He chuckles into my neck as his hand migrates down over the planes of my stomach and between my legs, pushing his fingers inside me, I groan, and he groans as he removes his fingers to suck them.

“You’re so wet!”

“Well, stop grinding into me, and stop sticking your fingers inside me then, maybe, just maybe, I won’t be wet all the time. Oh, and stop looking at me, stop being so goddamn bloody gorgeous, and stop giving me butterflies every time you flash those dimples. Then maybe… Nah, I still can’t see it happening. I’ve just been wet ever since I met you. You wanna take advantage and slide right in? We’re only a few days away. I won’t tell, I promise!”

He bites down and chuckles into my neck again, causing a moan to creep out.

“Sorry, Sunshine, no can do! I have morals, you know!”

“Argh, morals are overrated!” I grind back into him. Then I twist in his arms, reaching between us and sliding my fingertips across his stomach, making him buck against me, sliding my hand down the inside of his boxer shorts, rubbing the palm of my hand into his dick as it flinches and thickens even more than it already is.

“You’re playing with fire!” he warns in that sexy, gravelly voice that vibrates into all the special parts of me.

“Oh, and the voice thing… you can’t talk to me. If you don’t want me to want to jump you!” I kiss him breathlessly, then pull back. “Your voice does all sorts of sexy things to me and my nether regions, and now I don’t think I can help myself!” Flexing my fingers, I squeeze and kiss him again. “You’re not gonna be the type of husband who denies his wife nice things, are you?”

“Wife! I really like the sound of that.” I twist my hand up and down along his length.

He breathes out, “Ray!”

Smiling up at him, I ask, “Yeah, gorgeous? Whaddya need?” I keep twisting and squeezing as I slowly move my hand up and down his shaft. I slowly kiss him, raking my tongue along his lips.

“Ray!”

“Tell me what you need, baby.” I kiss him again, slowly, like I’m trying to steal every last breath from him. Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, I gently bite down, tugging on it as his eyes roll into the back of his head. He’s panting and breathless, and his chest is rising and falling. His pupils are blown, and as I reach down and tug on his balls, he shudders, so I speed up ever so slightly, causing another shudder.

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