REAPER'S KISS(21)

I sucked in a breath and suppressed a deep growl, fighting to hold back for just a few more seconds.

Ava’s mouth slid up and back on my shaft, faster than ever. She groaned over and over, her eyes looking up at mine.

“Fuck, sweetie,” I managed to say. “Be ready…”

That was the only warning I could give her.

I thrust forward, pounding deep into her mouth. I hissed as the rush twisted my balls and was sent through my entire shaft. My dick squirted the first cum into the back of Ava’s throat. She pulled back, swallowing with my dick still in her mouth. Her hand pumped at my root, spilling more and more cum into her mouth. I felt it splattering against her tongue, rolling to the back of her mouth.

Ava stayed right with me as I moved her by her shoulders. Easing her up and back on my shaft, sucking every last drop out of me. Even after I was done, I wasn’t letting her go. I bent my knees and growled again. Her lips were a perfect match to my dick. Her tongue gently moved left to right at the bottom of my shaft as I started to lose my hardness. I was still softly oozing cum for her to enjoy.

When she pulled away from me, her hand remained. She jerked me for another few seconds until I nodded, letting her know I was finally f*cking done. At least for the moment. Looking down at Ava in such a submissive position had me already envisioning the ways I wanted to f*ck her.

“Why don’t you go take that shower?” I said to her.

“Am I finally allowed to?”

I tucked my dick away and zipped up my jeans. I put my hand out and pulled Ava to her feet. Her hands touched my chest as my hands slid around her. There was a moment when we just stood there staring at each other. Seconds collected and turned into a minute or more.

What the f*ck am I doing here?

“I’ll keep you safe,” I said. “The best I can. Just don’t lie to me.”

“I have nothing to hide. Want me to drop this towel and prove it?”

My cell started to beep. It was Prez calling me back.

“Fuck, I have to take this call.”

Ava broke away from me and took the towel off at the door. Her back and her bare ass was something to die for.

She disappeared and went to the bathroom.

I took the phone call.

“Prez, what is it?”

“Jace… it’s not good news… not for Ava…”





chapter seventeen


(ava)



NOW



The outlaw had a spare room. He also had the decency to take me to my apartment where he let me grab as much clothing as I could. Jace hadn’t really spoken to me since our time in his bedroom. I didn’t think much of it after the first day, but it was now three days later. Each morning coffee was prepared, along with a heaping pile of scrambled eggs.

The outlaw knew how to cook.

He was always gone, sent me text messages, usually telling me to stay at his house. The cryptic feeling he gave off did not make me feel very safe. Nor did his distance. It was like he was mad at me for something. I asked him what was wrong the night before last and he stood up from the kitchen table and took a bottle of whiskey to bed.

Now it was approaching midnight and I sat up in bed, scared half to death.

On top of all of that, I hadn’t heard from my father. It was safe to assume my father was kidnapped or dead. It left me wondering how to actually feel. How could everything just blow up like it did? There had been some bad times but never like this. I wanted to cry for my father but part of me was just plain angry. While I didn’t mind the company of a sexy outlaw like Jace it was just hard to accept.

The door opened to the house a little after one.

My door was slightly open as I sat there.

Just like the other nights Jace came to check on me. That had to mean something, right? The door opened and Jace stood there, looking roughed up and sweaty. His hand curled around the door and I saw his knuckles. They were ripped open and bloody.

“What happened?”

“A little discussion on things,” Jace said.

“What does that mean? Did you find my father?”

“No,” he said. “But I found out something.”

“What?”

“The car you saw was the same car that went after my club. Took out the prospects.”

“Okay… I thought…”

“The driver was Frank,” Jace said with his lip curled. “The man who had your father begging for his life.”

My chest tightened. “My father is dead, isn’t he?”

“Either that or he’s in on it,” Jace said. “The club is going to want to talk to you, sweetie. Get ready for it. My protection only goes so far. Right now, this is a mission of revenge. I need you to think long and hard about where your father could be. Just don’t lie, sweetie. That’s all I can say. I’m worn out.”

As he slipped away I couldn’t let him go. So I called his name and he looked back at me.

“Please tell me about your hand.”

“You want to hear the story of how I ripped an old lady out of a burning car to become the town hero?”

“Is that what happened?”

“No,” Jace said. “I punched a f*cking tree.”

“What?”

“The prospect… his funeral was today. Twenty years old. Gone. I had to watch his grandmother put flowers on his casket because his mother died five years ago. Imagine burying your kid and grandkid. Shit like that doesn’t sit well with me. So I punched a tree.”