Page 34 of Reaper Razed

“Bran, Beauty, and Dozer stay. The rest of you can fuck off till I tell you otherwise!”

He grabs my hips, turns me to face the bedroom door, and slaps my arse. “Bed!” He walks over, grabs the food and follows me into the bedroom. “Bran, lock up when they’ve fucked off!”

Dice

After Steel tells us all to fuck off, we head back towards the clubhouse. I turn to Dane. “You can fuck off! I don’t need a babysitter! Especially when said babysitter is a fucking child!” I mean, it’s an insult, really. He must be about fucking twelve.

“Ahh, if this was about what you wanted, I wouldn’t be here. Until my sister tells me otherwise, you best get used to it, roomie.” He slings his arm around my shoulders and walks alongside me.

“Argh, fuck off, will ya? You’re such a dick!”

He just laughs and shoves his hands in his pockets, following along beside me. I storm through the clubhouse into my room and shove the door shut in his face.

He pushes through the door. “Real mature. Who’s the dick now?”

I strip off my jeans and slide into bed. “I’m fucking tired. Keep it down, dickhead.”

“Sure thing, Grandad. I’m going for a shower.”

I must have been tired. I don’t remember falling asleep. I just remember him, those hazel eyes, that dirty blonde hair artfully dishevelled. I can never make out the rest of his face or anything else for that matter, but as the man of my dreams leans over and kisses me, I don’t ever want to wake up. I’m here; I’m free to just be, and he makes me feel… everything.

He slowly runs a hand over my cheek and down my jawline, rubbing his thumb over my lip before devouring me. His hand slides down, pinching my nipple and my back arches off the bed into him. He grins at me, even though I can’t see it. I know it’s there.

He rubs himself into my thigh as his hand trails across my stomach, abs, and velvety shaft. His thumb rolls over the head, causing an involuntary thrust into his hand. I groan into his mouth. Those eyes remain on me like he’s trying to reach my soul. I grind against him, needing some contact, needing some release.

“Dice,” his voice is but a whisper, but I love the way it sounds from his lips. I groan again as his hand travels up and down my aching cock. I buck again, “Dice.” It’s slightly louder this time. I groan again as I thrust up into his hand. I’m so close.

“Dice!” My eyes start to roll back in my head and then flutter open, meeting his beautiful hazel eyes. His artfully dishevelled hair is now wet. I’m vaguely aware his body weight isn’t on mine. Why has he stopped kissing me? My eyes flutter closed as I pull him down and smash my lips into his again. There’s a clash of teeth, and he stiffens as I slide my tongue along his lips, tasting the coppery tang before plunging my tongue in.

I reach up and grab his hip, pulling him down onto me again so I can grind into him. I’m so lost in him. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more. I kiss him more aggressively, and he groans into my mouth, and I try to devour him the way he does me every night. I reach down and cup his ass, grinding into him and causing a groan from both of us. “Dice.” His hand comes up to cup my cheek, and I melt into it. “Dice!” Fuck, I love the way he says my name. “Dice!” my eyes flutter open. “Dice.” His face is full of concern as he tries to pull back from me. I pull him in and crash our lips together again… wait. I gasp and scurry up the bed, slamming my back to the headboard and scrubbing my hand down my face. “Dice?” He’s staring into my eyes now with a slight smirk. “There you are!”

“What the fuck, Dane?” I gasp out as he stands off the bed, droplets of water slipping down his tanned, muscled body, doing little to help the raging, aching boner I have. He is totally naked as he stands at the side of the bed, hands on hips, sporting his own rather impressive boner. I can’t take my eyes off him. I can’t take my eyes off him. I let out a shaky breath. “What the fuck happened?”

“I thought you were having a nightmare. I came to help you, only you grabbed me, kissed me and started grinding yourself into me. I thought I was saving you from a nightmare. Turns out it was a dirty dream, real fucking dirty by the sounds of it!” He smirks again.

“So, you gonna finish what you started?” He gestures to his dick.

Glancing down at it, he twitches it at me, standing with his hands on his hips and dick pointing my way. He shakes his hips from side to side. “Well?” He nods down at it again.

“You’re such a fucking dick!”

He laughs and walks backwards to the bathroom, snatching the towel off the floor, “I’m gonna take care of this…” He’s gesturing to his dick again. “All by myself! You know where I’ll be if you wanna join!” He winks and backs into the bathroom, pushing the door to.

I groan as I thrust a pillow in his direction, only it pushes the door open. I slide back down into the bed, trying to slow my heart rate that’s trying to pound out of my body. As the shower fires up, I glance that way and have the perfect view of the back of him. He looks like he’s sculpted by one of the greats, Michelangelo. As the water runs down his body, he raises his arm to the wall and rests his forehead on it, and his other hand slides around and takes hold of his cock. I can see his muscles bunch and his cheeks clench as his hand pumps. I can’t look away. It’s like a car crash; you know you shouldn’t look, you don’t wanna look, but you find yourself slowing down and rubbernecking to take in every available view. I can’t believe he’s been the man in my dreams. He’s a fucking kid, I feel disgusted, but I still can’t look away as he continues to pump his dick. He spins around, slamming his back into the tiles, and his head falls back against them.

He picks up his speed. Nothing could ever happen between us, that’s exactly what it would be, a fucking car crash, but I still don’t take my eyes off him. He puts his forearm on the glass screen and rests his head against it, looking down at himself as he pumps faster. His thighs bunch and his hips thrust, and still, I can’t look away. He comes all over the glass with a shudder, and his thumb slides across his head, causing vibrations through his body. I subconsciously lick my lips, and he wipes the come onto his thumb, raising it up. I follow that thumb, wanting to suck it, lick it clean as he pushes it between those luscious lips and the sexy as fuck smirk slides across his face, causing my eyes to shoot up and meet his, those hazel eyes boring into my soul. “Shit,” I gasp out as I slam my eyes shut rolling slightly on my front to trap my aching pulsing cock between my hip and the bed.

I hear the water shut off, and I keep my eyes closed. There’s a soft chuckle, and a moment or two later, the covers pull back, and the bed dips behind me. I try to keep my breathing calm, but my heart is hammering in my chest, my mouth is suddenly dry and as he slides in behind me. Feeling his warmth against my back, I hold my position when all my traitorous body wants to do is relax into him. His fingertips lightly graze the bottom of my back, between where my boxer shorts sit and where my t-shirt has slid up. I bite my lip to try and stop any reaction to him.

This is not happening! This will not happen! He’s a kid! He’s Ray's kid brother! He’s my best friend's kid brother. She would fucking kill me and then drag my ass back from hell just to kill me all over again.

I feel his breath skate across my neck as he slides closer so his body’s flush against mine, and I freeze. “Playing hard to get?” he whispers. Another breath flutters across my cheek. “Game on, Dice… I’m coming for you!”

The heat from my back eases as he rolls away, and all I feel is empty. I feel… I feel… lost. I’ve found the man of my dreams, the man in my dreams, and I know I can’t have him because he’s a fucking child and my best friend’s kid brother, to top it all off. I let out a sigh as I relax, and he chuckles from behind me. “Sweet dreams!” I can hear the grin in his voice, the fucking dick!

Waking up, now I know it’s him. He’s in my dreams again. I can see all of him, feel all of him. He consumes every sleep-filled second, and my mind has filled in all the blanks, all the missing pieces and every agonising moment of that kiss, the feel of his hands on me. I groan and flip onto my back. He’s next to me. Still asleep. I turn slightly to take him in. The covers are bunched up around his waist. He has one arm behind his head and the other under the covers. One leg has snaked out and is resting on the bed on top of the covers. He’s all long muscled limbs and firm. Everything’s so toned. He looks strong but young, far too young. I groan as I slide out of bed. Grabbing some clothes, I head to the shower.

As I slide into the shower, I rest my forearm against the tiles and rest my head against it, resting the palm of my other hand at shoulder height, and I just lean into the spray of water and close my eyes. He’s all I can see now, I screw them shut, but that sexy smirk he gave me when he caught me watching is all that’s there.

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