Chapter Eight

Reaper

The walk from the living room to her bedroom seems to take a hundred years when in actuality, it's less than a minute, but that's just how much I need Holly. My cock is aching in my pants with the need to bury myself in her tight sex, and with the way she's kissing me back, it's taking everything not to shoot in my pants.

Fuck, I have been hard from the moment Holly walked out to catch me talking to Priest and Knight. I should have checked in again sooner with my club brothers, but after my initial call to Priest, the thought didn't cross my mind, what with my head otherwise occupied. They probably thought I was dead or something, coming over to my girlfriend's home fully armed.

Tonight could have ended very differently. I could have lost Holly. I had no plans of hiding the truth about my life from her, but I intended to slowly ease her into it. My brothers showing up in the dead of the night and waking half the neighborhood no doubt felt like being hit by a sledgehammer, forcing Holly to see me for the man I am.

Well, the part that everyone else sees.

The man I was before joining the club and becoming an enforcer is a story best told another night. Holly is not ready to learn my darkest history yet, the ten years I spent as a hitman, an efficient one at that.

No, I will not let anything else ruin tonight or rock the boat we're currently riding. The storm that is the truth about my life has not fully passed, and now, I just need to remind my perfect angel of the fact that I am here to stay. I need to hear her whimpered moans as I promise to protect her . . . to love her.

Mine!

I back her to the dresser, knocking off the items on the surface before sitting her on top of it. The bed is only a few steps away, but it feels too far with the need to be inside her raging so strongly. I tug at the ties of her robe and watch it fall open to reveal her beautiful body. My cock strains painfully behind my fly at the sight of her rosy buds just begging for my touch.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," I rasp, and that's all I manage to get out before my lips are back on hers.

Slow and soft were my intentions for the night. I was going to make sweet love to her body until mine was the only name in her head, but I can't control myself. Now I want to make her scream in pleasure.

I want to own her . . . take her fast and hard until she has no choice but to admit who she belongs to. That we belong to each other.

"Oh," she whimpers when my face drops to her throat, kissing and licking the sensitive skin hungrily. A tremble rocks her body when I drag my tongue over a peaked bud before sucking the nub tightly into my mouth.

"You have no idea what you've done to me, angel," I growl against her skin, shifting my attention to the other nipple. She moans loudly, her fingers slipping into my hair even as she arches into my touch. I draw my lips away with a loud pop that sounds so fucking hot, it has my nuts threatening to bust. "You drive me to the fucking edge with every little noise you make," I whisper, licking a path up her body. "Your body is a fucking dream, angel."

Christ, every last inch of me is begging to possess every last inch of this girl, to mark her body with my kisses so everyone who sees her knows she belongs to me.

Her breathing grows choppy when I reach down to unzip my jeans, groaning deeply when I finally release my aching cock from its tight confines. I take the thick length into my hand before grabbing her waist with my free hand and yanking her to the edge of the dresser.

"Reaper . . ." she pants, her eyes growing dazed when I guide my heavy cock to her opening, at the same time leaning down to take her lips with mine. I need to feel the noises she makes when I push my aching cock into her tight little cunt, and I am not disappointed. She whimpers against me when I rub a path through her folds, gathering the dampness onto my cock before guiding it to her entrance. Her lips part against mine on a moan when I ram my dick into her sweet little hole in a single thrust. I capture her cry with my lips when I pull back and drive my cock harder into her wetness, moving the dresser and knocking the remaining items down to the floor. "Reaper," she whimpers into the kiss, the sound soft and needy, begging for more.

"You're mine, Holly," I grind out, tightening the grip I have around her waist as I drive into her snug sex in fast, rough moves. "Your perfect little body from your sweet mouth to this wet pussy and every other fucking inch in between belongs to me. You drive me so goddamn crazy with the need to fuck you hard and rough until all your neighbors are up."

"Yes! Oh, God, yes."

"Yes, what?" I ask raggedly, burying my face into her neck and licking the column of her throat.

"Yes, please, harder!"

I lose it at her words, going blind with pleasure as I thrust into her like a feral beast. The dresser smacks against the wall as I rut her, our slick skin sliding together with the most erotic of sensations, our breathing coming out in short pants and moans.

Mine.

Holly is mine, swirls around my mind with every slap of skin, desperate with the need to bury myself so far and so hard into this girl and mark her permanently. Mine is the only fucking touch she will ever desire after this moment.

"Mine," I pant into her neck, nipping at her earlobe. "I love you so fucking much, Holly. Every last fucking inch of you belongs to me."

She cries, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "Y-you do?"

"I love you," I say again, in case she thinks I misspoke. "God, baby, you're my fucking life, Holly. I will lose my fucking mind before I ever think of leaving your side. You're mine."

It's not a question. If I were a good man, I would phrase it as such. I would give her the illusion of control in this, but I don't want to pretend. Holly became mine the second she laid her hands on me, and I will be damned if I ever let that go. I have a lifetime to convince her that she belongs to me, and I will do anything to make sure she understands how fucking precious she is.

"T-this is crazy, but . . . I love you, Reaper." I guess I don't have to wait a lifetime after all.

"I'll take care of you, angel. Protect you with my life," I say into her ear, pounding furiously into her snug sex. "I will fucking kill for you if I need to."

"Oh, God," she sobs, her sex cinching tightly around my cock as she orgasms with no warning. She digs her nails into my shoulders, and she rocks her hips to meet mine as I pump my cock into her with harsh grunts. Her pussy pulses wildly around me, sending me right off the edge with her. I drive savagely into her just as my muscles freeze, and I spill into her with a harsh roar, sending an endless stream of my seed into her womb. I shudder hard against her as I fill her before going boneless against her. My mouth moves to hers, and I kiss her hard, lifting her back into my arms once I have regained a little strength and closing the distance to the bed.

I lower her onto the bed and strip out of my jeans completely before walking to the bathroom to clean up. I return with a wet towel and help her clean up, drinking in the flush on her cheeks and her blissed out expression.

There are hints of red on her skin, and I resist the urge to lean down and add more love bites so everyone at the hospital she works at knows she's taken. Instead, I turn around and dispose of the towel before walking back to bed. I climb in and draw her into my arms.

I expect Holly to fall immediately to sleep, and when her breathing slows, I assume that's what's happened, but when I push back to look down at her, it's to find her eyes wide open and fixed on the window.

"I can practically hear you thinking," I say once I have settled back down. Holly shifts her body so she's facing me.

"How long have you worked for the club?"

I guess we're doing this. I was hoping that there would be no more questions about the club tonight, but I should have figured that Holly would be too curious to drop it so easily. When I was falling in and out of a fitful sleep, she would sit by my side and talk to me about her life.

I know about everything, from her parents who work in Belgium to her friend at the hospital who has a crush on one of the doctors. I know how she likes her steaks and her favorite color; I even know the most intimate details of her future dreams.

It's only fair that I return the favor.

"I joined the Steel Order MC when I was twenty-nine, so six years ago," I tell her.

"What is it like? You said the club is going straight, and you helped stop some traffickers. Are you guys like vigilantes or something?"

"Or something," I chuckle. Priest and the rest of the boys would laugh at being called vigilantes. The club donates to several causes and is sometimes involved in social justice issues, but we are no saints. Most of our members have dark pasts, many have done time in jail, and others like me wouldn't hesitate to let out our dark sides when forced to. Sometimes you need to join them to beat them, but I can't tell Holly that, so I settle for, "It's complicated, but one thing I can tell you is the club does not hurt innocent civilians. And we take care of our own. Speaking of which, there is something else I should tell you." I'm not sure how she is going to take what I have to say next, but she needs to know.

"What is it?" she asks, suddenly anxious.

"One of the men who came by tonight is our club accountant, Cash. He told me that Priest instructed him to clear any debt you have as compensation for helping me and taking care of me the past few days. Cash paid off your mortgage. You'll need go to the bank to close out the account, but the money is there."

She's quiet for a long moment, but just as I'm starting to fear she is angry, she asks, "The club president told him to do that? Why?"

I pull her into my side and hug her tightly. "I told you, the club takes care of its members. All of my brothers are grateful to you for saving me. And I may have told Priest how I feel about you. I think this is also his way of welcoming you to the family. From now on, your problems are ours."

"Hmm," she hums, burrowing closer to me. "It's been a long time since I've felt like part of a family. I'm still not sure how to feel about it all, and part of me feels guilty for breaking my promise to my aunt, but I can't deny my feelings for you, and I know she'd want me to be happy."

Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I assure her, "We'll figure it out. And you'll see the truth of what I've told you about the club for yourself. We have time; I'm not going anywhere, angel. You're it for me. Ride or die."

This time, when her breathing evens out, I realize it's from sleep, but I don't let her go. These past few days have been quite eventful, and tomorrow, I will need to head to the clubhouse to discuss with my brothers what to do about the Broken Chains and whoever is behind what happened at the warehouse. The thought of leaving Holly's side even for a day pulls at my sanity.

I have no fucking idea how I went from living like a lone wolf, despite having found my MC family, to Holly becoming the most important person in my life.

This makes me a very dangerous man. The thought of someone doing anything to threaten this new happiness has my teeth clenching tightly.

So, I don't sleep, choosing instead to bask in her warmth. "It's my turn to take care of you now, angel," I whisper, brushing my lips over her temple.

I listen to the sound of her breathing all night, reacting to every noise she makes, and when dawn breaks through the window, I have to pry myself away from her.

Before Holly, the most important thing to me was my bike. Riding it gave me a sense of freedom I never had in my childhood, but now that I've met her, I find it hard to walk away. Despite my excitement over finally getting back on my bike after so long, walking away from Holly physically aches, but I'll be back.

After a kiss goodbye that quickly turns to making love, I make my way out of the home I first stumbled into clinging to consciousness. I've never been more grateful to be shot because it brought me to her.

My love and life.

When I come back, I am driving Holly straight to the courthouse and sealing this. I don't want to wait. It's taken me thirty-five years to find my way to her . . . I refuse to wait any longer to make her permanently mine.