REAPER'S KISS(28)

Especially Ava.

I threw the information I had about the night I was attacked and her mother was killed at the club and left it there. Was I piece of shit for doing that? Probably. But I wasn’t going to drag her deeper into this thing.

She didn’t make the situation any easier with the way she looked and smelled. The smell of her fruity shampoo. The way she left shit around my bathroom. The lingering smell in the guest room. And now waking up to find her wearing no bra, her beautiful tits pressing against her shirt, flipping pancakes, with a pot of coffee made.

If anything, things had gone too far and I should have bolted.

But I wanted her.

And I f*cking had her.

Her hand slid into my pants and touched my rock hard cock. There was no hiding what she did to me or how she made me feel.

She pulled my thick rod from my pants. Her hand stroked from root to tip. She was looking down for a second but then looked up at me, shock on her face.

I grabbed her hips. “That’s what you do to me, sweetie.”

I then spun her around and pulled her ass right to me. My dick slid between her legs and felt her tender, wet labia against the top of my shaft.

“Fuck,” I growled.

I reached down and pulled back a little, pressing the head of my cock to her tight *. I eased into her just a little, giving her a chance to get ready. Her body tensed up as she let out a cry.

Then I f*cked forward.

I buried myself into her as though I wanted to stay there for the rest of my life. I held there, my stomach pressing against her ass.

“It’s so good,” I said, running my hands up her shirt, feeling her smooth back. “Fuck, sweetie.”

“Yes, Jace,” she purred back at me. “Have me. Fill me.”

Before I could make a move, Ava’s cell started to ring. It was on the far end of the counter and stood no chance getting attention. Then I heard down the hallway my phone starting to ring.

“Fuck the world,” I said. “This is our moment together. Our f*cking time.”

I eased my hands down her back again and gripped her ass tight. My fingers kneaded into her flesh and I started to f*ck her. I pulled back and thrust forward. Over and over, pounding at her, right there in the kitchen at the counter.

What Ava didn’t know… she was the only woman I’d ever f*cked in my house. I never brought women back here. I always took them to the clubhouse - or just met them at the clubhouse. And I never went balls deep bareback either. But I trusted Ava. Her body. Her words. Her everything.

Each time I went to the hilt I would then buck my hips, making sure there wasn't a spot to spare inside her.

She f*cked her sweet body back at me each time I pulled back.

I watched the way her * clung to my dick. My shaft shined with wetness. My veins were thick and throbbing. The harder I f*cked her, the harder I got.

“You love my outlaw cock, don’t you, sweetie?” I growled at her.

I used my left hand to ball up her shirt and shove it up her back. Her tits then dangled free, bouncing, coming close to hitting the counter.

“Yes,” Ava yelled. “Yes, Jace. Fuck me, outlaw!”

I thrust at her with more force. My balls were exploding like firecrackers, wanting to shoot my cum through my dick and into her body. I gritted my teeth and sucked in a breath, holding off for a few more seconds.

I managed to keep that way until Ava came again. She was on her toes, her head back, moaning that matched the pulsing of her body. She sheathed and squeezed me tight, making it impossible to hold back any longer.

With one last thrust, I reached my own climax, shooting my seed into her body. My hands ended up wrapped around her body, holding her tight, gently pumping at her. My nose was buried into her hair, smelling her.

Goddammit, I felt like my heart was going to explode next.

Even after I was done coming, I just stood there. My balls throbbed. My heart pounded. My dick pulsed. I slid my right hand up Ava’s body, cupping her left breast. I stood her up and held her.

Mine. All f*cking mine.

That was the thought that kept running through my head.

She turned her head to look at me.

Our eyes met yet again.

Then I had another thought.

Do not kiss her. Do not f*cking kiss her. Not right now. Not in this moment. You kiss her right now, Jace, and you’re stepping too far over the line. It means more…

Our lips moved closer together.

Just the slightest brush of Ava’s lips to mine made me feel alive.

We both hesitated for a second and then lost our moment for good.

Her cell started to ring again.

“I should get that,” she whispered.

Right on f*cking cue, my phone started to ring.

I gritted my teeth. “Yeah. Right.”

I eased out of her and watched her strut away, her shirt barely covering her bare ass.

I tucked my dick back into my pants and turned, charging to get my phone. Whoever was on the line was going to get a punch to the face. I wanted to spend all morning inside Ava.

Instead, I grabbed my phone and saw it was Sid calling.

I couldn’t punch the President of the MC in the face… but for *, maybe.

I took the call. “Prez, this better be f*cking good.”





I ran a hand through my hair. Sid wanted me at the clubhouse like five minutes ago. He was pissed I wasn’t there.