REAPER'S KISS(27)

Dad hugged me. I felt the pill bottle in his chest pocket press against me. He broke away and walked away.

“Dad!” I yelled. “Please tell me…”

“Just think of your mother,” Dad said. “I have to make this thing work. For all of us. It’s going to be just fine.”

Dad started to whistle as he walked to the door.

When he opened it, I heard Uncle Frank ask, “She okay in there?”

“She’s fine.”

“Good. We don’t have time. Glen is going to f*cking lose his shit soon.”

The door shut and I stood there, empty and shocked.

One question burned in my mind.

Who the f*ck was Glen?





chapter twenty-two


(ava)



NOW



It was my turn to make breakfast. I had quickly adjusted to Jace’s schedule. His morning didn’t start until after noon. His nights were long and sometimes, we saw the sun come up before we went to sleep.

Something about him was off. More off than normal.

The MC was going to go crazy trying to find my father and Uncle Frank. I met with them and they asked if I would be a decoy and I said yes. I would do anything to help find my father and help to prove myself to the club. I could tell a lot of the guys didn’t trust me.

Dad had come and gone so many times it wasn’t all that new to me. Sometimes it was a day, sometimes a week. Once he was gone for a month.

I flipped the pancakes and they sizzled on the griddle.

That’s when the outlaw came walking from the bedroom, no shirt on, baggy shorts on, looking like he had just walked out of my wet dream.

My nipples started to get hard and I knew they would be visible pressing against my shirt. We had fooled around in his bed and mine but we never took the plunge to sleep all night in one bed. To me, Jace had set a boundary and I was okay with respecting it.

“Morning,” I said. “Hungry?”

Jace walked right to me and grabbed the spatula from my hand. He threw it into the sink. He then grabbed the plug and tore it from the socket, sending a flash of blue sparks. His hands grabbed my pants and he lifted me up on the counter. Our breaths were instantly intertwined, the awkwardness of morning breath, but both of us not giving a shit about that.

“I’m f*cking starving,” Jace said in a rough voice. “And you look f*cking delicious.”





My bare ass was on the counter, my legs wrapped around Jace’s neck. His tongue lapped up and down between my legs, devouring my * like it was his last meal. He worked my clit like magic, suckling on it, bringing me to the edge of the counter, then backing off, just enjoying me. He was f*cking with me and I was perfectly fine with it.

His hands were up my shirt, cupping my breasts, his fingers taking turns sliding across my nipples.

I had never been touched like this before. Just tossed around and pleasured. Made to feel wanted. Made to feel beautiful. That’s what he did to me and for me.

The tip of his tongue flickered against my clit again and that was it. He stayed right there and pounded at me, letting the wet flickers echoed through the kitchen. They were only matched by sounds of my groans as I reached climax.

The second I started to come, his mouth latched to my *, sucking all the fresh wetness.

I was his morning fruit and he was going to be loaded up for the entire f*cking day.

He savored my body like no man came close to doing. I leaned back against the cabinet, my left hand holding the edge of the counter tight, my right hand grabbing at his hair. I stared down and watched his tongue lapping against me, still going, even as my body couldn’t contain itself as I thrust forward, greedily demanding more of him.

Jace stayed right there with me.

When I started to calm, his mouth moved over me again, engulfing me. He then slowly kissed up over my mound and to my stomach. Using his nose, he started to lift my shirt. It was super sexy and sort of cute. Watching this outlaw nudge my shirt with his nose.

He pulled away and stood up.

“I didn't get my morning kiss yet,” he whispered. “Well, not from your other set of lips, sweetie.”

Before I could say a word, Jace planted his lips to mine. It was a jarring and daring move. He outdid himself a second later, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I couldn’t contain myself as I kissed him. I tasted my own cum, my own unique flavor.

I had never tasted myself before.

I tingled head to toe, my toes curling tight.

Jace slipped a hand between my legs and rubbed my *.

He broke the kiss. “You’re still wet, sweetie.”

“Yes,” I groaned. “For you, I’m always wet, Jace.”

“Goddamn, I love hearing that from your sweet mouth. I love…”

Jace’s eyes met mine.

All I could see were his eyes screaming too soon.

But that didn’t mean our moment was through.

Jace pulled me off the counter.

He placed my hand between his legs.





chapter twenty-three


(jace)



NOW



I woke up like a goddamn animal. I was hungry for food… and for *. Lucky for me I had both waiting in the kitchen. And in the order of importance in life, there was nothing needed more than a beautiful woman. I’d rather starve to death than go without the touch, taste, and feel of a woman.