Page 87 of Reaper Razed

I look into his eyes, the lights from the parking lot lighting through his window so his face is tinted by the glow from the lamps. “Don’t …”

“Dice.” He sighs like he’s already packed and out the door.

“Please?” I almost sob as I kiss him again. This time, I grind myself into him a little and nip his lip. “Stay… help me?” I kiss him again. “Please? Dane?” I kiss him again, and he actually parts his lips slightly with a groan, and I take my shot.

I slide my tongue along his lip and thrust it into his mouth, tangling it with his. I rock my hips against his. I can feel his hard dick pushing into my leg while I’m sure mine is trying to force its way through his.

I can’t break away for a second, so I continue kissing him as I might never get this chance again. His arms find their way out of the covers, and he slides one into my hair and the other to my waist and pulls me into him. His grip on me is starting to become punishing. I slide my hand under the covers and cup his dick sliding my hand around it, “Fuck, he’s huge”. He grins into the kiss, and I pull back slightly while his grin widens.

“You said that out loud?”

“What?”

He pulls me back to him, and I groan as I start to slide my hand up and down his shaft, causing him to groan into my mouth.

I’m so fed up with being alone and not feeling and not being, and I just give myself over to this feeling. I forget everything, and just this once, I let myself go. I grind again, and he bites down on my lip. I groan at the sensory overload. I’ve fucked guys before, but this is already so different. My usual encounters are brief, a quick release and done, but Dane lights me up like the fourth of July, making me want to take my time to see what this is between us. I just need to get out of my head and say. “Fuck it.”

“Fuck what?”

I pull back again. I slide my hand up and cup his face. “Fuck me! You’re so fucking beautiful.” I stop pumping his dick and grab the covers and rip them off, I lay at the side of him, and he turns to face me as I pull the covers over both of us. I pull back and look down every inch of his body. The guy is fucking perfection, and I wonder in that second what the fuck I’m dicking about at.

“I want you so much. It’s driving me insane.” I sigh. I'm panting and staring straight into his eyes. The lust is still there, but my mind is so loud right now I’m overwhelmed.

“What’s stopping you from having me?”

“Me… I’m not sure I know how to do this!” I gesture back and forth between us.

“Do you want to be with me?” He cups my face and tilts my gaze to his. “Seriously?”

I close my eyes and sigh. Why can’t I just say it? Why can’t I just be free to be me? Surely, my brothers will love me no matter what, right?

“You’re thinking of them, aren’t you, and what they’ll say?” I snap my eyes open, and his hazel eyes glint in the pale light from outside. “I can’t do this with you if you’re just gonna keep dipping a toe in, trying it out and backing off. If you want me, I want you! All or nothing, Dice. I don’t wanna keep us a secret. Maybe I should go give you some time.”

I start to panic, shit, shit, shit. I can’t let him go. I rip the cover off and jump off the bed. I start grabbing my clothes and start yanking them on. Sighing, he rolls over like he’s done, and I walk around the bed and kneel down beside him. “I'm gonna tell them! I'm gonna tell them all now!” I lean in, cup his cheek and kiss him.

When I pull back, we’re both slightly breathless. He says, “Dice, it's 4 a.m.!”

I glance at the clock. “I don’t give a fuck. I need to tell them I can’t do anything with you until I’m honest with them and myself.” I let out a frustrated breath. I rise to my full height and storm out of the apartment while I still have the balls to do something about this.

Pulling out my phone, I message the guys.

Dice: Meet me in the bar! Now!

Priest: What the fuck, man? It’s 4 a.m.!

Dice: I know what fucking time it is. Meet me In the bar! Bring the others.

Viking: Dude, seriously?

Dice: Now!

Blade: Be there in 5.

I call Tank, as he will be up at the lodge. “Brother, you okay?”

“No, Tank, I’m not. I need to talk to you. Can you come to the bar?

“Sure, when?”

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