REAPER'S KISS(18)

He had no f*cking clue what that did to me. It was my sweet spot. My O button. And he was pounding it over and over with the top and bottom of his tongue.

“… I walk around and make sure everyone is happy. That’s my job there. I don’t want that job. I never…oh… f*ck…”

I felt the deepest pit of my belly start to flutter.

I was close to coming.

Jace slid his hands to my ass and lifted me up. The towel started to open more, peeling up to the top. When it opened, I was completely naked to Jace.

I didn’t care.

It felt too good.

My body wanted it so badly.

Hell, if I was going to end up dead, this was the way to go.

“I’m close, Jace,” I purred. “So f*cking close…”

Jace moved his tongue down and thrust it into me.

I bucked at Jace’s mouth, sucking a breath and let out a groan.

He then took his mouth away from me. He brought his hands around and started to massage my folds with his thumbs.

“What happens at the games?” Jace asked.

“They play cards. They deal drugs. And women. Oh, f*ck, I’m ready, Jace. Please… let me…”

“Easy, sweetie,” Jace said with an evil grin. “This Uncle Frank… he’s the head guy?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “He’s part of it all. He’s always been involved. There’s secrets with him and my father. I remember it from when I was younger. He’s got something over my father. I know that. Well, I believe it.”

“So I need to figure this out with your father?” Jace asked.

“I guess,” I said.

“I expected the truth with this next question,” Jace said. He slid his thumbs up to my clit and made small but effective circles. “Are you part of any of it?”

I groaned as my legs pulled at the bed, demanding relief. I was just inches from the cliff.

“No,” I said.

“Sweetie, don’t lie to me anymore.”

I looked down at Jace. My breathing was crazy. My body pulsed from the inside out. He was torturing me with pleasure and he was damn good at it.

“I swear,” I groaned. “I have nothing to do with it. He asks me to walk around. I’m the eye candy, okay? I keep the attention. I get my ass grabbed, touched, slapped. I get offers. I never take them. I’m nothing but a conquest… a cheap whore! That’s it, Jace. That’s the f*cking truth of my life. I’m used by everyone. Including you.”

Jace stopped moving. “No, sweetie, I’m not using you. I’m showing you. You’re worried about me being the bad guy? Tell me how good the bad guy feels…”

Jace moved his thumbs and his mouth went back to work.

It was slightly pathetic but all it took was three curls of his tongue to bring me to climax.

My hips started to shake as I came. Jace grabbed my hips and held me steady, devouring all the wetness pouring from me. His hands started to creep up my body but stopped just under my ribs. I was able to rock my hips, up and down, unable to control the wild need for relief.

I guess I had given Jace everything he wanted to know.

When I was finished, he slowly eased himself away from me. Then he stood up, admiring my nude body. I scanned his outlaw body. The way his arms filled out his shirt. His leather cut. And then I saw the massive bulge of his cock in his jeans.

“You stay here,” he said to me. “We’re not done yet.”

Jace stormed out of the bedroom.

I slowly pulled the towel back around my body.

I put my feet to the floor and tried to stand but had no balance for a few seconds.

So I sat on the edge of the bed.

My inner thighs were a mess of my own orgasm.

I was going far beyond being protected by Jace.

I was crossing dangerous lines.

The worst was yet to come though… and that was the truth…





chapter fifteen


(ava)



THEN



I was trying to find Dad’s pills. They were in an unlabeled medicine container. He said they were his magic heart pills and I had believed that ever since I was a little girl. My mother used to get mad at him for taking the pills but they always seemed to help.

Uncle Frank always brought him the pills when he needed them. They worked like magic. Dad would sleep for a long time and then wake up and feel great again. I never understood why my mother hated them so much.

Dad was at the kitchen table, stressed out, worried that we were going to lose the house. I always wanted to move out, I was old enough to do so, but I feared leaving Dad alone. Part of me wished he would just sell the house. It would help out so much with the store. The house had nothing for me. The store did. Strange as it was but the memories of my mother were more prevalent at the store than at the house.

I was in the bedroom and it was always weird to me. The closet still had my mother’s clothing in it. I couldn’t bring myself to look. Lucky for me I didn’t need to go into the closet. I just needed to go into his top left drawer. There were two dressers though. I picked the one on the left.

As I opened the drawer I got an uneasy feeling. I looked in the mirror and saw nothing. I was too old for the ghost stuff but there was a part of me that wondered if my mother could come back to me as a ghost. Just for a quick visit. Just to explain what had happened the night…