Chapter 5 Grim

I f you had told me twenty years ago that I would end up the Grim Reaper, I would have laughed. And if you said I would stand face to face with Lucifer Morningstar, the devil himself, I'd have thought you were crazy. Life had taken drastic turns from where I began, twisting and looping in a long, dangerous, heartbreaking road before it finally smoothed out.

I wouldn't change a thing, though—not my club, my woman, my son, or the broken path that led me to this moment.

"All up in your feelings, huh, pres?" Rael asked, taking a seat on the empty stool on my left.

Mammoth sat down on my right. "Sure, he is. We finally reaped Razr's soul, and now he's fucking bored."

I snorted. "Yeah, that's it."

Rael slapped me on the back. "I'm sure I can find trouble for us to get into."

"Don't fucking think about it," I warned.

He shrugged and lifted his hands. "Fine. A drink, then?"

I already had a beer in front of me, but whiskey sounded damn good. "Yeah."

Mammoth gestured to the club girl behind the bar, a buxom blonde. Becca had been with us for years. She served the club members well, but I knew it wouldn't be long before she took off. Some already had. With members snatching up ol' ladies and starting families, the pool of single men had dried up. In truth, I didn't want all the free pussy and bare ass around the club much anymore. Parties? Sure. But beyond that? No.

I needed to speak to Snooki and see what she thought.

"My Reaper feels sad," Rael announced as I tossed back the shot Becca pushed my way.

Mammoth smirked. "You'll just have to spend more time with Nylah and your boys."

"Yeah, but reaping souls is fucking fun."

"You act like there aren't plenty of fucked up people in the world for us to send to Lucifer."

"I suppose there is. Didn't think of it like that," Rael mused.

"Or think at all," Mammoth teased.

"I just like death, murder, mayhem. Sue me."

My Reaper loved all those things, too. He just loved Trish more. But that call to wield a scythe always lingered.

There was something peaceful and satisfying about death. A tranquility that couldn't be obtained until the soul's release from the body. Morbid but true. The finality of the whole experience was downright addicting when you held all the power.

My brothers and I reaped souls because it was our duty, but our Reapers enjoyed separating the dark, curling tendrils of corruption that tried to hide from us.

Almost every soul we encountered tried to fight it in the end. Silly. You couldn't fight off a Reaper. A sinister shadow hovered over those who chose to harm others, specifically rapists, pedophiles, and murderers. Lucifer wanted those souls the most. He thrived on the essence of the wicked.

"All of us do, Rael," I reminded him.

Mammoth poured us all another shot. "But I feel my Reaper wanting to settle. He loves Rowen and Jakey. I think he wants to enjoy peace for a bit."

Rowen's son Jacob had special gifts, including the ability to see into the future through his artistic drawings. At only six, he showed potential to become a badass Reaper one day.

"Mine too," I admitted. "I think most of us have reached that point."

Rael seemed disgruntled. "I don't know. I can fuck Nylah, raise my boys, and still have plenty of time for unleashing carnage and my Reaper."

Yeah, that didn't surprise me.

"It's the berserker inside you. He's fucking nuts."

"Or you're just looney toons," Mammoth snickered.

Rael grinned. "Maybe all of the above. Crazy. The Berserker. Bored. Restless."

Mammoth gripped his shoulder and squeezed. "It'll be okay, brother."

"I know."

"We're in the business of harvesting souls, and there's no shortage," I reminded him.

Souls were our currency. A bargain struck with the devil and signed in our blood. I was the first, but new Reapers in the Tonopah chapter had increased our membership, pushing close to twenty. And we needed new prospects. I planned to ask Zane if he had friends who loved to ride. Wraith's son was a ballbuster like his old man. Handy to have around.

Zane would patch in soon and learn the secrets we kept—a burden we didn't trust to just anyone. You had to have grit, loyalty, and tenacity. Qualities not all men possessed. I could always pick the ones that did as soon as I met them.

Courtesy of Lucifer's gift, of course. He ensured I knew which souls had Royal Bastard potential and which ones needed to go to ground. Evil couldn't hide, and neither could the light. You couldn't have one without the other—nature's balance.

One thing Lucifer had zero control over. That must piss him off.

My chuckle drew Rael and Mammoth's attention.

"What's so funny?" Rael asked.

I told them what I'd been thinking about, how Lucifer didn't have the ability to control everything.

Mammoth shook his head. "I bet he would debate that."

Yeah, he would.

"I've spent so long planning vengeance and hating Razr that I'm almost disappointed it's over."

My V.P. nodded. "I hear you."

"That's what I'm sayin'. It's why my Reaper is still antsy."

I turned to Rael with a frown. "It's weird to still feel this way. I didn't expect it."

"We're sure he's dead, right?"

"Yeah, Mammoth, he's dead. We reaped his fucking soul. All of us. You don't survive that shit."

"I know." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Why do I still feel off? Like shit ain't sorted?"

"If all three of us are getting the same vibe, something is wrong. Maybe we didn't get all those Scorpions. You'd think they would run scared after we took out their pres and most of their chapter in Nevada."

"But the fuckers are like cockroaches, impossible to exterminate."

"I think we need to take a ride," I announced, "and find out if any of those vermin are hiding and plotting against us."

We headed toward our bikes, riding out as my V.P. and S.A.A. flanked me.

TRISH WAS ALREADY ASLEEP when I entered our room. The dim light silhouetted her body, and I couldn't wait to feel her warmth and soft curves.

I started emptying my pockets, stashing my gun and knife in the lockbox before stripping my clothes. My cut draped over the back of a nearby chair. Kicking off my boots, I dropped them with a soft thud onto the rug beside the bed. My wallet, keys, and smokes rested on top of my dresser.

Everything in its place.

Trish mumbled in her sleep and rolled onto her stomach. The blanket pulled from her body and exposed the slim, delicate arch of her back. My gaze followed the curve to the slope that led to her ass. Two delicious mounds that beckoned for my lips.

A devious smile curved my lips as the Reaper surfaced. One of our favorite fantasies rose to mind. One that Trish enjoyed, too. It was a delicate art, fucking her while she slept, bringing her to the brink of an orgasm as she woke with a moan.

Now that I thought of it, the Reaper took control, prowling closer to the bed. I knelt on the mattress and kept my movements slow. Carefully, I tugged the remainder of the blanket from her body.

Her naked ass, thoroughly exposed, did wicked things to my brain. Would she like it if I played with her puckered hole at the same time that I entered her?

I moved closer, gently pushing her right leg higher as my fingers touched her knee, adjusting her so that Trish's pussy was at the perfect height. Down to my boxer briefs, I positioned myself behind her, noting she already appeared wet and ready even in her sleep.

Did she read a naughty book? Think of me as her eyes closed?

I freed my cock, stroking down the length from base to tip. Within a couple of pumps, I was hard and fully erect.

Fuck. It felt good, but I knew she would feel even better.

Trish's smooth skin and silky slit snared my attention to such a degree that I probably wouldn't notice if the entire world burned down around us. I was that lost to my woman.

Leaning between her open legs, I notched the crown of my cock at her entrance. My fist wrapped around my shaft, and I almost shuddered when a drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip.

No longer willing to wait, I pressed into her, still holding my cock firmly as I withdrew. My hips began to rock as I penetrated her, gliding in and out of her tight pussy. Even after having Creed, she still gripped my dick and sucked me into her body. That feeling was fucking addicting.

My grip on her hips tightened. Possessiveness swelled inside me, and the feral need to fuck almost overcame me. The Reaper wanted her to scream my name. I couldn't risk hurting her. This was all about pleasure.

I pulled out as a shaky breath escaped my lungs, plunging back in, unable to get enough.

Trish gasped and moved her arms beneath her, pushing up slightly as I slid out, allowing her to position properly on her hands and knees. Like this, I would be able to drive deep, just how she liked it.

"Dex," she breathed. "I need more."

My hips snapped forward as I slammed inside her, roughly taking her now that she was awake. Gripping her ass, I pulled her back onto my cock with every thrust. I knew she enjoyed it when her fingers bunched the sheets and twisted the material in her hands.

"That's it, baby. Take this cock and fucking come."

Our skin slapped together. Our bodies collided.

Every time we fucked, it was better than the last. I didn't think my need for her would ever fade away. She possessed me, owned me, and I wasn't afraid to admit it.

She began to swivel her hips, searching for release. I would deny her unless it meant greater gratification. This wasn't one of those moments. Right now, I needed to feel her pussy strangle my cock, and I wouldn't accept anything else.

Chest heaving, I drove into her harder, faster, forcing my cock deep inside her tightness at a reckless pace until I was ramming her into the mattress. It couldn't be helped.

"Fuck, Dex!"

That's it, baby.

"Shit. Shit!" The words flew from her lips, followed by a guttural moan. Trish screamed as her orgasm seized her. Her knees wobbled as her thighs shook, and she fell on her stomach. Her wet, sticky pussy clenched me hard, and I didn't allow her to stay down, roughly yanking her back against me.

My cock throbbed. When her ass slammed against me, I came with a choked rasp. A shudder rolled through me as I finally began to slow, pumping a couple of times as I whispered a wish.

"Give me another baby, Trish."

She exhaled, trying to catch her breath. "Creed does need a sibling."

Hearing her say that, I grew hard again in an instant. I began to thrust, gliding in and out of her, deciding I needed to see her face and feel her tits smashed against my chest. I needed her warmth heating me up from the inside out.

Pulling out, I flipped her over, draping my body over hers as I reentered her tight channel. Heavy-lidded eyes locked on mine as I began to slowly fuck her a second time.

My mouth lowered to hers, latching with a fevered kiss. "I fucking love you, Trish."

"I'll love you until the day I die, Dex, maybe longer."

With our breaths mingling, I picked up the pace.

We didn't get much sleep after that.