Authors: Michelle Woods,Mary Bogart Crenshaw
He continued to pound into her as she slowly returned to earth. He groaned when she squeezed tightly around him, wanting to feel him explode inside her. Growling, he took her harder, his hands digging into her ass as he thrust against her. She felt another orgasm hovering just out of reach until Reaper tilted her hips slightly and he was suddenly hitting her g-spot with every stroke.
She cried out, her hands falling to the bed and she gripped the sheets above her head, curling them in her hands as he pounded into her. Moaning, her heart pumping in time to his thrusts and her breathing heavy, she felt Reaper still inside her and he began to groan as his body exploded into her. It pushed her over the edge into her own orgasm, making her cry out as she twisted against the covers.
“Damn, I swear every time I fuck you it gets better,” Reaper said when he finally pulled free of her to lay next to her.
His hand brushed over the tattoo again and a frown began to form. Sarah could see his mind working out that someone had seen her hips in order to put this tattoo on her. She almost laughed but waited for him to ask.
“Who did this?” Reaper demanded, glaring at her.
“I can’t tell you because you’ll be mad and then you will try to hurt him and he did me a favor,” Sarah said giggling.
Reaper’s eyes narrowed and then his face cleared. “I want to thank him, baby, that’s all,” he said. She was sure he thought that genial tone would convince her that he was just going to say thank you but she knew better.
“Uh-huh, and if you hadn’t just used your ‘die you son-of-a-bitch’ glare I might believe you. None of them see anything when they’re working and you know it. They worry about the ink and that’s it,” Sarah told him, running a hand through his hair.
“I don’t believe that any man this close to your pussy was uninterested, Sarah. It’s not possible,” Reaper growled, his hand possessively covering her hip.
“Please, not everyone finds me irresistible you know,” she told him, her eyes filled with laughter.
“Are you laughing at me, you little minx?” he demanded, his eyes narrowed and his look grim as he began tickling her.
Giggling, she tried to escape his torture but he wouldn’t allow it. “No,” she shrieked. “No, I’m not laughing at you!”
He paused, looking into her amber eyes filled with laughter and so much joy. “Hmm, I don’t think you’re telling the truth. I’m going to get the name out of you and then I will have a chat with him. You might as well tell me, baby.” He started tickling her again and she shrieked.
“No, I promised. I promised.”
“Uh-huh, that was stupid because you knew I would get it out of you.” He laughed as he tortured her until they were both panting and then he proceeded to make love to her, bringing her to the brink and stopping to ask who until she finally admitted it was Animal to get her orgasm. I mean, a girl had to do what she had to do and Animal was a big boy.
Reaper smiled as he entered Ink Bandits. Sarah was off today and he needed to talk to Animal about that tattoo he’d placed on Sarah last week. He walked in and Flame held his hand in front of him and let out an unbecoming screech.
“It wasn’t me! I didn’t get anywhere near her!” He then took off to the back. What a fucking pussy.
“Animal, I need to have a word with you,” Reaper said, expecting him to begin to whine too but the man only nodded and stepped towards his workroom. Reaper followed him inside.
“Are you and I going to have a problem, boss?” Animal asked, looking over at him from where he leaned on the counter.
“Nah, I actually want you to do something for me.” He told him what he wanted. Animal nodded and began setting up.
As he got started, he grinned and said, “Glad you finally realized how special that girl is. I thought for a while you were gonna fuck it up with her.”
“I almost did, but that isn’t going to happen again.”
“Good,” Animal said and got to work on the Ink.
Reaper lay back thinking of how good life was right now. He had begun turning things at the strip club over to Burner this week and he was moving over here to set up because he missed being with Sarah when she worked. He wasn’t going to lie, it was really that he starved for her when he wasn’t with her and being here would be more time he could spend with her.
He also didn’t want her to worry that he was at the club messing around on her because he never wanted that to be something she worried about. He loved her too much to allow her to think that he didn’t. She was the only thing standing between him and unhappiness. That was why his headaches had all but disappeared after she’d shown up in his life.
She relaxed him and made him laugh. Josh helped too. He loved him as much as he would love the other children they would eventually have. Josh would always be his even if he wasn’t his biological father. He was the one who would teach him right from wrong and how to tie his shoes. That made him Reaper’s son as far as he was concerned.
He felt the prick of the needle and grinned. Sarah was going to love this design he was having inked on his chest. He didn’t give a fuck what any of his brothers had to say about it. He could already hear them calling him pussy whipped. It didn’t matter because he knew that most of them were a bunch of jealous bastards who wanted his woman. They could tease him all they wanted but when he went home and sank into Sarah every night he’d be happy to tell them to fuck off because having her was better than having his pride intact.
Burner was settling back into life with the club and so far the information he had on the Headhunters was a gold mine. He wasn’t the same man but he was healing. Sarah was a big part of that. She refused to allow him to sulk and hide in his house alone. She invited him over for dinner and if he didn’t show she sent Reaper to get him. She had even gone with him a few times, bringing the food over to Burner and setting up in his kitchen without listening to his protests that he wasn’t in the mood for company.
She was worried about Sammy and because of that Sammy ended up joining them for dinner a lot too but she didn’t eat much. According to Rebel, who he’d asked to keep an eye on her, she wasn’t going to Spangles as often either. That had worried Sarah greatly. Reaper was beginning to think Sarah was right and something had happened to her. He had Lock looking into it but he hadn’t found anything out yet.
Reaper was still hoping that Sarah could get her to tell her what it was. Sammy was family now because of Sarah and Josh. If something happened to her, it would hurt his woman and his son and that he couldn’t abide. Nobody fucked with family. They would handle whatever asshole had hurt Sammy when they found him. It didn’t matter that the fucker hadn’t known she was family. She was and that meant he’d take care of it.
“All done,” Animal told him. Reaper took the mirror from him looking at his chest and grinning.
“Nice. You do good work.” He stood turning back to Animal. “You know I will shoot you if you try anything with Sarah, right?” Reaper asked.
“Yeah, don’t want her, too strong-willed. You know I like them submissive. Your woman is not a submissive. She likely runs the bed play as she does everything else,” Animal said with his back to him cleaning his tools.
“Well, she does enjoy control, but when she lets go things get a bit wild. Glad we got that straight though because I didn’t want to have to break my promise to her not to punch you,” Reaper told him chuckling.
“The other one though. Who claims her?” he asked, startling Reaper. Who was the other one?
“What other one?” he asked.
“The redhead.” Animal glanced at him then and Reaper realized that the man was interested in Sammy.
“Don’t mess with her either. She’s family now and that means she gets hurt, things aren’t going to go well,” Reaper told him.
“Good, she needs someone to protect her,” Animal told him firmly before turning back to his clean up.
Reaper wasn’t sure what to make of this conversation. Animal was an odd cat. He’d always been a bit different than the rest of them. He wasn’t made from the same mold. He had actually been living with the Headhunter club for six months thinking that was where he should be except something he never talked about happened and it made him walk away from that club before he ever even became a member.
A year later, he’d shown up looking for work at Ink bandits and because he was good, he had gotten the job. Two years after that he’d joined the club and now he was a fully patched member and had been for a year. He marched to the beat of his own drum though. It was why he had few friends in the club but those he did have were loyal to a fault, like Pansy. Pansy and Animal seemed to connect.
Iron was another one who understood the man but Reaper didn’t profess to be close to Animal even though he had always liked him. He didn’t cause trouble and he was there when you needed him to be. That was all he asked of his crew. It was all Death asked too. It was why their motley gang of bikers worked.
He exited, putting the conversation and the man out of his thoughts, and headed home to his woman to show her his new ink. Burner was taking Josh to the park today with Topper’s two boys and he’d have time to spend with Sarah before they got back.
Sarah scrubbed inside the oven wishing that someone had invented something to clean it for her because it was one chore she absolutely hated. She heard the door open behind her and peeked. Seeing Reaper, she sighed, pulling her head out of the oven.
“Hey, how was your day?” she asked.
“Good,” he said grinning.
“Why are you smiling like that?” she asked, but she already knew and she felt her body begin to heat.
“You already know. I can see your nipples getting hard, baby,” Reaper said as he walked into the room stalking her. She shut the oven and backed away, her yellow gloves still on.
“No, I have to clean the oven before dinner and I need to get the laundry done too. I don’t have time to let you have your way with me,” she said, even knowing that once he touched her she wouldn’t be able to resist him.
“You mean after what I did for you today you’re not even going to let me have my way with you. Everyone’s going to tease me and I’ll accept their ridicule for you but you don’t even care. I’m devastated.” He poked his lip out in an exaggerated pout.
“Oh, what was it? Did you come home to taunts that you’re pussy whipped because you came home early? You poor baby! I still have to clean the oven,” Sarah deadpanned before turning away.
“Nope, got this,” he growled, pulling his cut off and indicating his shoulder where a new tattoo rested. Sarah glanced up, then stood and pulled off the gloves, dropping them on the counter. She stepped closer, tears springing to her eyes because the silly man had a hands off sign with ‘Sarah’s Man’ under it. It wasn’t small either, she could likely see it standing across the room.
“You didn’t have to do this, Reaper. I was kidding when I suggested I put my own patch on you,” Sarah whispered.
“I know that, babe, but I don’t ever want you to think you aren’t as important to me as I am to you. I love you so much I can barely breathe. I wanted to show you that, not just tell you, baby.” Sarah was crying and kissing him because she loved this man more than she’d ever loved anyone except her son. He filled her heart with joy and she knew that for the rest of her life he’d always be there for her no matter what.
“I love you too, Reaper. So much that sometimes it scares me because if I ever lose you I don’t know if I could survive it,” she whispered to him.
“Oh, baby. I know. I feel just as strongly as you do and I know I wouldn’t survive losing you.” He cupped her cheeks, looking into her eyes, his own filled with all the love he felt for her.
“Reaper,” she cried as he swept her off her feet, throwing her over his shoulder, breaking the tender moment.
“I only have an hour to ravish you while you console me because the guys are going to ridicule me. So let’s get to it!” He ran into their room and she couldn’t help giggling like a schoolgirl as he tossed her onto the bed and proceeded to do just that.
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