Reaper's Property (Reapers MC, #1)(92)

I stood talking to Denise next to the dance floor when he struck, throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me out of the room to cheers and whistles. My mom’s voice was the loudest, something we’d be having words about later. I squawked as he hauled me up the stairs and out onto the roof. Then he set me down and I saw a blanket covered with red rose petals.

My eyebrows raised.

“I get that this is probably some romantic gesture, but what have you done with my old man?” I demanded, looking at him with narrowed eyes. “This isn’t your style, babe.”

Horse grinned, looking almost sheepish. Wow. Didn’t know Reapers could do sheepish.

“Your mom’s idea,” he said. “She said I couldn’t be trusted not to f*ck things up. This is the price I paid to keep her from following us up here. C’mon.”

He took my hand and led me over to the blanket, standing in front of me and kissing my lips very softly. Then to my utter shock he lowered himself to one knee and took my hand.

“I feel like an * because this is so corny,” he said, shaking his head. He started to get back up and I grabbed his shoulders, pushing them down hard.

“Ouch,” he said, glaring at me.

“Just say it,” I burst out, glaring back at him. “Don’t make me get my gun.”

“Fuck, am I ever going to live that down?” he asked, shaking his head. “You know they’re calling me your bitch at the armory now, does that make you happy?”

“I’m aware. Not my fault I had to save your big, bad, biker ass. You know what they say with guys who—”

“Shut the f*ck up, Marie,” Horse said, rolling his eyes. “You gonna let me do this or what?”

“Okay,” I replied, feeling a little giddy. Sure it was corny, but it also kicked ass.

“Marie Caroline Jensen, will you do me the honor of being my permanent bitch?”

I smacked him on the side of his head as he burst out laughing, then aimed my foot for his nuts. He grabbed me, shoving me down onto the blanket and covering me with his body, still shaking with laughter.

“You’re going to ruin my dress.”

“I guess your mom was right—I am f*cking this up.”

“Do it right or I’ll say no.”

“Marie Caroline Jensen, will you marry me?” he asked suddenly, looking right into my eyes. I bit my lip, trying to decide how long to drag it out. Maybe a little longer…he’d used the “b” word, I should probably make him suffer. I looked away, refusing to meet his eyes as he stopped laughing and grew still.

“Marie?” he asked, his voice suddenly strained. “Oh f*ck, don’t do this to me, please. I—”

“Yes,” I said, catching his eye and smirking. “I’ll marry your big, dumb ass but only because you said the magic word.”

“Fuck? You’re right, that is a magic word. Let’s test it out.”

I burst out laughing, which only lasted for a few seconds before his mouth took mine, kissing me deeply. I felt the length of his erection between my legs and realized that whatever damage he’d already done to my outfit was probably just the beginning.

He stopped kissing me long enough to lift himself and pull up my dress. That’s when he discovered I’d left my panties off. He growled in approval as I giggled, covering his face with kisses while he fumbled with his fly. Then his cock was out and pressing into me, sliding into my wet depths with a singular focus that drove me crazy.

Horse thrust into me over and over, touching me deeper than I’d imagined possible before him. I wrapped my legs up and around his waist, holding him to me and tilting my pelvis just the right way to make the most of his hard length.

“Can’t believe you’re stupid enough to marry me,” Horse muttered, sitting up and lifting my hips, one of my favorite positions because now every stroke drew the round lip of his cock head across my G-spot with a force that drove me insane. He knew it too, and he grinned at me as I flew over the edge, moaning and arching my back. Two more strokes and he followed, spurting deep inside.

We came down together, panting under the stars, the faint sound of Mom’s reception floating up from the open windows below. After what seemed like forever, Horse sat up and I joined him, pulling down my dress as demurely as possible considering I’d just been f*cked senseless on a roof. I brought my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, looking out over the lights of the valley.

“No second thoughts, right?” he asked.

“No second thoughts,” I said, feeling warm and happy all over. Then I held up my left hand. “Did you forget something?”

Horse smiled at me, looking very pleased with himself again.

“Yeah, I brought it for you.” He stood up and walked over to one of the rooftop air conditioning units. He grabbed a small, black bag and brought it back to me, dropping down onto the blanket. Then he reached in and pulled out a box.

A too-big box.

I narrowed my eyes and took it from him to discover that—in addition to being too big for a ring—it was way too heavy. I opened it and found a large, semi-automatic black pistol.

“It’s a .38,” he said proudly. “I know you’re a .22 girl, but it’s time for us to take the next step in our relationship. I think if you start practicing you’ll get used to the feel of it. This is a great piece because—”