Reaper Unleashed (16 page)

“That’s a great story and all, but how do we know that you lived better? For all we know you became a damned whore for the Headhunters,” Lock growled and Reaper had had enough. He set Sarah gently to the side and stood, grabbing Lock by the collar and slamming him back into the wall.

“Shut the fuck up! She told you what you needed to know and you won’t fucking mock her.”

“Reaper, we don’t know her and she showed up at exactly the right time with exactly the right look to make you trust her and you are blindly accepting it! You are the one who taught me never to trust anyone if they seemed too good to be true,” Lock argued, shoving him back. Reaper slammed his fist into the other man’s face with a roar.

“Stop! Stop it! You will not fight in this house. I’ll solve the whole fucking issue. I’ll leave in the fucking morning and then you won’t have a reason to worry about it!” Sarah screamed, and Reaper dropped Lock and stormed to her.

“The fuck you will, Sarah! Your ass is staying here no matter what the stupid fuck thinks.” Reaper leaned down, his face in hers, glaring darkly, before tossing over his shoulder to the men, “Get the fuck out of my house. Make sure you take care of what I said and get Lance what he needs by the afternoon so he can take care of her wound. Lock, keep that shit to yourself. Sarah is staying and if you’re running your mouth about her it could cause problems.” Bull and Rebel got up and Iron walked out after them.

“I’ll be watching her since you won’t, but I will not say anything to anyone. I’m just trying to have your back and you should know that,” Lock finally told him as he moved toward the exit.

“I do, now go,” Reaper growled, lifting Sarah into his arms.

“Reaper, maybe it’s better if I just leave. They think I’m some kind of plant and I don’t want to cause issues with your club.”

“It’s fine. You stay,” he growled as he set her on the bed next to Josh. Then he slid off his pants and his shirt, sliding into the bed behind her and wrapping her into his arms, careful not to hurt her shoulder. He was grateful that she didn’t try to argue and instead snuggled into his side with a soft sigh before falling asleep.

It took Reaper a lot longer to drift off but he knew one thing: Sarah was his whether she was a plant or not. She was just
his
and she was going to stay that way.

Sarah woke feeling pain in her shoulder and moaned. She was warm and comfortable otherwise. Reaper’s arm was around her waist tightly holding her to him as he lay behind her and she could feel a thick hardness against her back. Josh was in front of her on his stomach with his hand holding onto Reaper’s other arm, which was under her head and Josh’s.

Sarah smiled despite the burning in her shoulder as she lay there with the two of them surrounding her. It felt right somehow and even with the memory of last night fresh in her mind, she was grateful that they were both here with her. Sarah shifted a bit, moaning as her arm pulled more.

Reaper stiffened behind her, his arm clenching around her waist. “You hurting, baby?” he asked, sounding angry.

“Yeah,” she whispered. He slipped his arm from beneath her and Josh and got up from the bed.

She watched him move around the bed wearing only a pair of boxers. She wanted to moan then for an entirely different reason. His boxers were the tight kind, more like briefs than boxers. His hard male stomach was covered in muscle and the tattoo on his shoulder was sexy. His tight butt flexed as he left the room. Sarah was about to get up to follow after her lustful panting stopped. She really was. She was sitting up on the edge of the bed when he walked back in with a glass of water and a pill bottle.

“Here, take this and don’t bother getting up. You need to rest until Lance gets here. It’s about noon and he should be here around four to patch that shoulder up.”

Reaper handed her the glass and a pill from the bottle. He stood back watching her take the pill as he scratched his stomach and then rubbed his face letting out a rough sigh. Sarah was watching his hands with fascination.

“Take the meds, baby,” Reaper said, a satisfied smile on his face when he realized that she hadn’t taken the pill because she was too busy staring at him in all his half naked glory. Shaking her head to clear it, she swallowed the pill, taking a sip of the water to help it down, then handing the glass back to him. He set it on the bedside table and leaned forward. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her head.

She hugged him back, her arms around his waist, her head buried in his flat abs. He pulled gently on her hair to get her to look up at him. He leaned down, kissing her lips, then her bruised cheeks, and lastly her forehead. She could feel the hard ridge of his thick cock rubbing against her chest. Josh stirred behind them and Reaper groaned.

“I’ll get him. You lie down and get some rest. Those pills are strong and I want you to relax today,” Reaper said, his hand pulling free of her hair as he went to the other side of the bed to get Josh. “Morning, little guy. You hungry?” Reaper asked.

“Appiesauce. Appiesauce,” Josh said, jumping up and down on the bed clapping, making Sarah moan in pain even as she laughed.

Josh jumped into Reaper’s arms, sliding down him and tearing off in the direction of the kitchen. “I don’t get how he can have so much energy. We just got home at seven am, shouldn’t he be tired?” Reaper asked, watching the boy run away.

“It’s the way it is for him. Two hour power nap and he’s ready to rule the world.” Sarah laughed and lay back on the bed because she was still tired and her arm was aching.

“That I believe. Get some rest, I’ll wake you when Lance gets here,” Reaper said before he followed Josh out into the living room. Sarah watched him and decided that he was seriously a fine looking man. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for her to fall back to sleep.

Reaper leaned on the doorjamb of his office four days after the night she’d been shot examining Sarah, who was writing intently. She held her tongue in her teeth as she carefully wrote. She was so focused on the book he didn’t think she’d noticed that he had even opened the door.

“What do you want, Reaper?” she asked, not looking up. Reaper grinned; after what she’d told him a few nights ago he should have realized that she’d know he was there.

“You,” he told her honestly. He savored the last few days with her in his bed every night and he was still surprised she hadn’t protested about the arrangement. He was also aching to have her. And tonight seeing her in that flirty skirt he swore she wore to torture him, his dick throbbed hard enough to make his eyes twitch.

“You’re the one who hasn’t made a move. I gave you the green light four days ago,” Sarah said, still not looking up at him. Reaper jerked upright, gaping at her in amazement.

“When was this?” he demanded, because he was quite sure that he would have noticed her giving him the green light.

“When I didn’t protest being put in your bed,” Sarah told him, as if that should have made perfect sense to him. She had slept with him every night since the shooting, snuggled up to him like a sweet little kitten. He had even woken with his hand wrapped around the firm globe of her naked breast twice but she’d been asleep. He had been going out of his mind for the last three days and she’d been telling him in her own way that she wanted him to take the next step and he’d missed it.

Moving from the doorway, he shut it behind him. He wasn’t waiting anymore. He strode to the desk and shoved everything off it, including the book she was writing so intently in. Most of the stuff fell off the other side of the desk but he didn’t really give a shit.

“Reaper, what are you doing?” Sarah asked, her amber eyes wide. He didn’t answer. Instead he grabbed her at the waist and lifted her, turning to set her on the desk facing the chair she’d been sitting in. He took the seat she’d been using, his hands possessively running up along the outside of her smooth legs.

“Having you,” he told her darkly.

“You know I’m not cleaning up that mess you just made, right?” she asked, leaning back on her hands with her legs crossed gracefully, her eyes angry.

“Sure,” he growled, running his hands back down to her ankles, shackling them in each hand.

“What if someone comes in here? We can go home to do this. I just need to finish the report for the supplies.” Reaper thought about that for a second before her words processed and he released her ankles. No one would be walking in here while he was touching her. He wanted her naked except for that skirt and those blue heels. The thought made his dick throb in anticipation. Sliding the drawer on the left side of the desk open, he pressed the button inside. A loud clicking sounded in the room.

“What was that?” Sarah demanded.

“The locks engaging,” he told her before shackling her ankles again, lifting her left foot encased in a three-inch high blue sandal on the left arm of the chair. She allowed him to do this although her eyes narrowed on him.

“How many times have you fucked a woman on this desk with that little trick?” she demanded.

Reaper chuckled, moving her right foot to the right arm of the chair, watching as the skirt that drove him crazy slid up and revealed her hot pink panties just as he’d known it would. His hands slid up from her ankles, his eyes staring at the treasure he’d revealed, lifting his gaze slowly to meet her slightly angry glower.

“Baby, I didn’t bother locking the door when I fucked them because I didn’t give a fuck if someone walked in on us. With you I would fucking kill them.” He knew his words alarmed her by the way her eyes looked dazed. His hands moved to the buttons on her blue shirt. Her hands moved to stop him, catching his wrist. 

“I–– we–– not here,” she whispered. Reaper felt a dark cloud of possessive fury fill him at the thought she was denying him what he wanted more than he wanted to live. He was not waiting until they got home, he couldn’t. He ached too much for her. It had been almost four weeks since he’d had a woman. Jerking one off in the shower wasn’t the same.

“Here,” he told her, jerking open the first button, then making short work of the rest, revealing creamy skin that begged for his touch. He watched each creamy inch revealed with need bordering on obsession. He began to slide her shirt off her. Seeing the tiny mark that was still on her shoulder from the gunshot wound, he kissed it. It would fade in another few weeks but the sight of it still made a blistering fury slip into his soul.

“Reaper,” she said as his hands ripped the shirt down her arms before he tossed it aside and opened her bra, letting her breasts free of their confinement. They sprang out, revealing tightened hard points that were a soft rosy pink. Reaper’s right hand closed over the soft flesh pushing it up, his thumb sliding over the tight peak. His other hand rested on her thigh right beside the heated center of her core as his eyes devoured the view before him.

“No. Not here,” she told him stubbornly, trying to close her legs. He didn’t like that and his hands tightened on her as he felt something inside him savagely oppose her words. His inner beast growled, furious that she would try and deny him after she’d offered herself to him.

Leaning forward, he told her just before he sucked the hard peak of her breast into his mouth, “Yes, right here.”

Then his hand was pressing her breast into his mouth as he sucked savagely on her nipple. His other hand had moved to rest over her wet curls beneath the edge of her panties. Despite her protests, he knew she was ready for what he was about to give her and that was the only thing that saved his sanity. If she’d really wanted him to stop he wasn’t sure he would have been able to; he wanted her that viciously.

He moved his mouth to her other breast, savaging that nipple as roughly as he had the first one. The mewling sounds of pleasure she was making and her hand buried in his hair as he licked and sucked at her breasts urged him on. He felt almost feral as he caressed her. He couldn’t seem to stop his violent desire to own her, to have every part of her belong to him.