Page 91 of Reaper Razed

“Can I talk to you a sec… in private? If you don’t mind?”

“Sure, kiddo. Shall we go to your room?”

I nod and follow her through the door as we walk into my room. She stops and turns, and I throw my arms around her and hug the life out of her as close as I can, with my growing bump crushed between us. I truly have missed her.

“Hey, you okay?”

I head and sit on the bed, “I… I…. was just wondering…?”

“Yeah, we established that bit! Whaddya need Skye?”

“I wondered if I could grab a few bits of clothes to tide me over.”

“Skye, it's all yours! You take what you want, okay?”

“Really?”

“Yeah! Is that all you came for?” I look down and shake my head.

“Hey, what's wrong? You know you can tell me anything, yeah? Has my brother done something stupid?”

“No, its nothing like that, it's just we’re married now, and we share a bed, and we’ve fooled around a little, but it's like I’m this porcelain doll that he doesn't want to dint or mark, and I’m really struggling with hormones, and I just want him to fuck me. I didn't think I would ever want that, but it feels like my skin is itching when he’s not touching me.”

“Yep, you need a good fucking, alright!” She grins at me. “So, what do you need from me?”

“I need you to show me how to get what I want without him fobbing me off!”

“Are you sure you're ready for that?”

“I'm so far beyond ready. It's ridiculous!”

An hour or two later, I'm armed to the back teeth with everything knowledge-wise I could need, and Ray helps me pack up all my stuff. Dane and Dice are bringing it to the lodge for me any minute in the truck. I want to walk to clear my head, but my mind is racing.

After Dice and Dane leave, I head to the kitchen and prepare dinner. While that's cooking, I head to the bathroom. I do everything Ray suggested. I shave, I pluck, I primp, I curl, I pamper, I put on my sexiest underwear, well, some of Ray’s underwear. She assures me it's new, and I slide on one of the new dresses Ray got me. And I wait, and I wait a little longer, and the door opens, my mouth dries, and my heart races. I have to get through dinner first, but to hell with that. I switch everything off. I can't wait a minute longer. Tank’s just taking his boots off by the door. “Hey, love, I’m home!” He shouts this every day, even though I’m standing there waiting, and it's cute.

“Hey, husband!” I grab his hand and drag him through the house, straight to the bedroom.

“Everything okay, love?”

“Uh-huh!”

I spin him around so his back is to the bed, and I rip his t-shirt up over his head. “Skye?”

I put my finger to his lips, then lean up and kiss him. My hands slide down his ripped body and to the waistband of his jeans. Unbuttoning the jeans, I slide them down his legs to his calves, his dick springs free, and I'm relieved to see it's hard. If it isn't, this will not go to plan, so I lean forward and push him back hard on the bed.

He falls onto his back, and I don’t wait for a second. I climb up on him and reach between us. I grab hold of his dick, and he groans, and I slide my pants to the side and run him through my wet lips. “Skye?” he gasps, but I don’t give him a chance. I slide myself on him. “Fuck… Shit, Skye, the baby!” he gasps around a choked breath, his hands come up to my waist, and his eyes are filled with concern.

“He’s safe, handsome!” I rock forward and gasp. Fuck, is this what it should have felt like all along? Every time I rock forward, I undo one of the buttons on my dress. His eyes burn a trail along every button. My skin is on fire where we touch, and as I unbutton the last one and open up my dress, my underwear is on show. He mutters, “Holy shit,” and bites down on his lip. I start to pick up my pace grinding against him, and damn, that hits the spot.

I groan as I start to heat from the centre of my soul, and I clench. He groans, and it spurs his hand to slide up my body till he’s cupping my breasts through my bra. With a flick of his fingers, the bra is tucked under my breast, and he's pinching my nipple between his thumb and finger. My hands slide up his chest till they are resting on his pecs, and I slide him in and out of me as I feel like I'm burning up. I’m gasping for breath and rolling my hips like my life depends on it. One last slide as my clit rubs against him again, and I explode. “Shit. Shit. Shit,” I gasp out as I scream my release, and Tank roars under me as I feel his come firing out inside me. I’m over-sensitised, and everything's tingling; electric pulses are running over every inch of my skin as I flop forward onto his chest, crushing my bump between us, and we're both panting, trying to gather our breath.

I try to push up on his chest, but he grabs me and pulls me in for a dirty kiss. I don't know how long we stay like that, kissing and nipping at each other's tongue and lips, but I groan as my hips move of their own accord, causing him to groan against my mouth. I chuckle as I do it again. “You're playing with fire, Mrs Pershing!” He nips my lip again.

“Oh really, Mr Pershing? How so?”

“You've started something now, and I don't think I will ever get enough! I was trying to be a gentleman and give you a little time.”

“Clearly, I wasn't looking for a gentleman when I chose you!” I clench around him again, and he groans, gripping my hips and grinding me into him. I can feel his come coating my thighs, and I slide against it as he gasps out.

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