Page 67 of Reaper Razed

“Right, so grab him like this, and move like this, okay?”

“Like this?”

“Yep, that’s good.” I twist her hand. “Now, like this.”

Her eyes widen. “Okay… okay, I think I got it.”

“Now lick.” I lick up the length. “Flick.” I flick my tongue around the head. “And suck.” I plunge it into my throat. “When you gag, swallow!” Wiping the vibrator on my shirt—gross—I hand it over, and she tries it a few times, testing her gag reflex. “You’ve got skills." I wink at her, and she grins around the pink vibrator in her mouth, making me chuckle.

“How are you feeling about everything?” I ask as she pops the vibrator out of her mouth and tosses it on the bed.

“I gave Dice the bag. He’s gonna look through it for the documents to change my name, and then we can get a marriage certificate. I’m hoping that won’t take too long.”

“When you get that stuff back, come see me, and I’ll take you to the bank and get you an account set up with some money, so you won’t need anything.”

“Ray, I can't ask you to do that. It’s too much!”

“Trust me, Skye. I’ve got more than I will ever need, my kids will need, or the kids of my kids. So don’t panic. I will get you set up.”

“Ray, I don’t know how to thank you for this life of freedom you’ve given me. Who would've thought that getting sold was the best thing that could ever happen to me!”

“Just answer me honestly, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Is this what you want, Tank? The baby? To stay here?”

She nods excitedly. “I thought I was going to get rid of the baby. I honestly thought that! Then, while you were away, when I got rushed to the clinic, I panicked that I might lose the baby and Tank really stepped in and protected me and then said he would be the baby’s dad whether I wanted to be with him or not. He wants this baby so much. But he told me that if I wanted to be with him too, we could be a family. We could have it all, and I’m falling for him so hard. He’s patient, kind, protective, and caring, and I couldn’t ask for more, Ray.”

“That’s all I need to know, kiddo.”

“Still with the kiddo, huh?”

“Yep, and this one”—she points to my bump—“will be lil kiddo!” We both bark out a laugh. “So, what kind of wedding do you want?”

“Just the courthouse. Nothing fancy, inner circle for snacks or something after somewhere that’s not the bar, though.”

“Ooh, I’ve got an idea. Come with me.”

I grab her hand and drag her through the apartment and down the stairs, heading to the front of the garage. “Wait? I’m not having my reception in the garage.”

“No, dickwad. The coffee shop!”

“Coffee shop?”

Knocking on the door, I push it open. “Demi, you here?”

“Out back, Ray.”

“Come on, Skye.” Dragging her inside, she gasps.

“Oh my god, this place is so sophisticated.” Skye gasps. “Demi, this is amazing.” There’s dark, rich wood panelling halfway up the walls, a black tiled floor, and the seats are the same dark wood with dark leather upholstery. There are eight tables and two booths in front of the window. The seats are a mix of benches, small armchairs and stools. There’s a counter with high bar stools against it, with a glass display case for the cakes.

There's a massive fancy coffee machine at the back with a long counter beside it, potted plants hanging from Macramé plant pot holders suspended around the place and the walls are painted a sage green.

There are sage green napkins, crockery and little vases on the tables, tying everything together with sage green cushions on the small armchairs. Some aprons are hanging up in the same green, and there are piles of towels in boxes to the side of the counter.

“So, Demi, how do you fancy having your grand opening with a wedding reception?” I just bulldoze straight in with no subtlety whatsoever. As I shrug, Skye bounces on the balls of her feet, clapping her hands.

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