Reaper: Lotus MC Motorcycle Romance, page 17
“This isn’t about me. It’s about you. Thank you for trusting me with your body like that.”
“You won’t, um, find someone else, will you?” I whisper, hating the feeling inside me right now.
He cups my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Absolutely not. I know you don’t trust words right now, but that’s okay. I’ll prove to you that I’m better than him. Now let’s get you cleaned up.”
As he helps me into my pants, I let myself think about his words. Harrison seems to know what to say to always put me at ease.
I’m not sure if I can trust myself or anyone else, but something inside me really wants me to trust him.
eighteen
Leaving Natalie at the door to the gym for her sparring session with Wrath was a special kind of torture. Especially with his knowing smirk.
I know he heard us this morning. I knew as soon as she mentioned the light that it would be my best friend.
Weird thing is, it was oddly a bit of a turn-on to think about someone catching us.
Don’t get me wrong. I will kill any man that sees that side of her. In theory, it was hot, but in reality, fuck that. No one sees my woman but me.
Still, she liked it too. She was practically gushing for me.
Then the sweet innocent way she asked about me. I wanted to take her then and there, but I withheld.
One day I will fuck her against that desk, but that day will not be today. Not when I knew we had to rush.
I swear I can still taste her on my tongue. I should be pouring over these business documents from the strip club. Instead, I’m imagining the way Natalie lit up beneath me. The way she arched into me. I bet if I had her straddle my face, she would have ground into me. She would ride my face so hard she wouldn’t be able to see straight for a week.
Fuck.
Now I’m hard.
I want to go pull her from the gym and have a repeat performance, but I don’t.
Instead, I make my way to our room.
Our room.
I don’t know why I was fooling myself. Since the second this girl showed up, she’s owned me.
I can’t wait to move her into our house. Maybe she will finally make the place feel like home.
Moving through the room, I strip my clothes off. I need the coldest shower known to man.
Or maybe I need to jack off.
The decision is made for me when I find the hamper full of our dirty clothes. Sitting right on top is that pretty little sundress she wore yesterday. I bet she didn’t even realize how sexy she looked in it.
I had to practically stare down all the guys to keep their eyes off her. I would never tell her what she can and can’t wear, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let other men look at her.
She’s mine.
Pulling the dress out, I bring it to my face.
It still smells like her.
God, this is so wicked. I shouldn’t, but my dick is already weeping at the idea.
Fuck it.
I’m already going to hell.
Hell, they named me Reaper because I lead the souls into hell.
Might as well earn my name.
Taking her lotion off the sink, I squirt it along my length. Then I start to stroke, keeping the dress up to my face.
I’m imagining her here with me. She’d watch me being so depraved, but she’d love it.
She’d be soaking wet wanting to touch herself, but she wouldn’t. She’d be too entranced by watching me stroke my hard dick for her. She’d want to touch it for herself.
“Fuck, Natalie. You are so fucking innocent. I’m going to love to corrupt you,” I moan out, fully involved in my fantasy.
She’d come to me then. Begging me to take her. The same moans from this morning filling my ears as I sank to my knees, having to have another taste of her sweet essence. Fuck, I’d want to live there if she’d let me.
She wouldn’t let me though. She’d be so desperate for my dick that she’d be climbing me, trying to impale herself on it. I wouldn’t torture her for too long.
I never could. Not my girl. I have this desire to give her everything she could ever need or want. To take care of her so good that she’d never dream of wanting to leave me.
Stroking faster, I imagine the way I’d lay her out on my bed. I’d have her spread wide for me. Then I’d hold myself over her, sliding in slow and steady. Watching my dick disappear into her would be the greatest gift. The only greater gift being her love.
“Fuck,” I hiss as the thought of her loving me makes me twitch in my hand.
I’m going to fucking blow and soon.
The thought of having her is almost too much for me to handle. I should have fucked her this morning. Maybe this wouldn’t be so intense.
Only I know that’s a lie.
Things are so intense between us because it’s us. She’s special.
She’s my one.
The only girl for me.
I never thought I would have someone like her by my side. I never imagined I’d find a woman who could be soft and sweet yet also handle the darker side of my life.
Yet here she is.
My angel.
My everything.
I can feel myself about to come when I hear it.
“Harrison?”
Then I make a mess out of that pretty dress as she stands in the doorway, shock on her face.
I’m fucked.
After the morning delight I got from Harrison, I should have been in a better mood. Too bad for Wrath, I’m pissy as fuck.
How could he eat me out like his last meal and then not let me return the favor? I mean, I’m not sure I can give a blow job yet after my trauma, but I could have given him a hand job or he could have fucked me. I wanted him to, in fact.
So why didn’t he? Am I not good enough? Is there something wrong with me? Does he still see me as broken?
“Alright, Queen Bee. What’s wrong?” Wrath stops my current punch set.
“What makes you think something is wrong?”
“You are getting sloppy. You’re letting your emotions rule you, not the other way around. I’d almost say it’s sexual frustration, but I heard that ‘O’ you had this morning. Hell, I’m sure half the compound heard.”
I growl, my face growing red. “He wouldn’t let me reciprocate.”
What does this fucker do? He bursts out laughing. Like keeling over laughing.
“This isn’t fucking funny. I’m upset. Don’t be a dick.”
He stands up straight but is still laughing. “You’re mad because he pleasured you without letting you pleasure him?”
“Yes. I wanted to. Well, I wanted to do something at least.”
He shakes his head, his laughter subsiding. “Listen, men are simple. I can tell you that he wanted you to. Badly probably because that man hasn’t had eyes for anyone but you since the day you walked in here, but he probably is trying to be honorable. You survived something horrific. He’s trying to take things at your pace.”
“That’s just it. It’s my pace. I should be the one setting it so why is he turning me away? I don’t want to be defined by that period in my life. I’m stronger than he thinks.”
“I agree. You are stronger now. You called me a dick and told me to stop laughing at you. The old you would have cowered. You don’t cower anymore. You stand tall and make demands. So what I suggest you do is give up this session for today. We aren’t going to make any progress. You go find my idiot brother, and you tell him that you are setting the pace. Then you set the damn pace, girl. If you want to fuck him, then do it. You want to play with his dick? Do it. Take what you want. Take control. I promise he will follow your lead.”
The insecurity starts to sink in. “You really think he will? He won’t reject me?”
“Absolutely not. Whatever it is you want? He wants that too. Show him you are ready for it.”
Taking a deep breath, I pull the gloves off my hands. Then I hold them out for him to untape. Once done, he pats my head.
“Go get him, girl.”
“Thanks, Wrath.”
I start looking for him in church. That’s where he said he would be. The door is locked, and he doesn’t answer.
Making my way to the main room, I see Jacob.
“You see Reaper?” I ask him.
“Headed back to your room a bit ago.”
I nod, taking off down the hall.
I expected him to be in bed or something, but when I open the door, he’s not there.
I can hear heavy breathing coming from the bathroom.
My stomach tightens. Could Wrath have been wrong? Is he with a sweetbutt?
Unable to stop myself, I open the door.
What I find instead is Harrison standing in the bathroom, my sundress wrapped in his fist as he grunts. Then I see it. Rope after rope of white creamy cum covering my dress.
His face looks pained as he moans. When his dick finally stops twitching, he wipes it off, throwing my dress in the hamper.
“Natalie, this isn’t what it looks like.”
“Oh so you’re not jerking off into my dress?” I ask, leaning against the doorjamb.
He looks a little ashamed as he rubs his hand across his head. “Well, okay it is exactly what it looks like.”
“Fuck me,” I demand.
He freezes, his eyes meeting mine.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I get that you’re trying to go at my pace. You think I need slow, but I don’t. I want you. I’ve wanted you for a while. I’m getting better each day. I’m not saying I won’t have my moments, but that doesn’t mean I have to stop living so I want you to fuck me.”
“We don’t have to go so fast. We have all the time in the world.”
“Dammit, Harrison, would you listen to me? I want to have sex with you. Right now. I mean, if you can have sex again. What’s the recovery period for men?”
He growls and then charges me. I gasp as he lifts me, walking until we are at the bed.
“Is this what you really want?” he asks.
I nod.
He slowly sets me on my feet before stripping me until I’m standing in front of him naked.
Then he moves toward his drawer and pulls out a condom.
“Lie on the bed. I’m going to warm you up then I’m going to make you feel good. Okay?”
I nod, doing as he asks.
He doesn’t rush things. I wouldn’t expect him to. Harrison has the patience of a saint. Instead, he starts by kissing my lips. Then he kisses each eye. Then my nose and cheeks. He keeps kissing, blazing a path back to my ears and then down to my neck. When he finally reaches my breasts, they are aching for him. I let out a sigh of relief that turns into a moan when he finally sucks a nipple into his mouth, kneading it with his teeth and tongue. Then he moves to the next breast, giving it equal attention.
I giggle as he makes his way down my stomach, his feather-light kisses tickling me.
Then he’s at my pussy, devouring me much like he did this morning. He nips and nibbles, using his fingers to bring me to the edge of an orgasm, but he doesn’t let me fall. He pulls back suddenly.
“Harrison, please.” I look up at him.
He’s not looking at me though. No, he’s putting the condom on, getting ready to give me exactly what I asked for. The excitement builds as I watch him stroke himself.
“Shh, I’m going to take care of you. Always,” he reassures me.
Then he lines himself up before slipping slowly inside me. The stretch is slightly painful yet amazingly pleasurable at the same time. I can feel myself growing wetter with every small thrust he takes to get further inside of me.
“This is even better than I imagined,” he breathes out, his eyes watching his dick slide inside of me.
Then he stills, fully engulfed in my pussy.
“Harrison, I need you to move. Fuck me, please. Make me feel good.”
I don’t even care that I’m begging. I love feeling him inside me, but I want to feel him driving me to that familiar high. The one he only just gave me this morning.
It doesn’t take long. He begins to thrust, whispering words in my ear that mean nothing to me as I feel my body grow taut, ready to hit that blast of pleasure.
Then I lose myself.
I can still hear Harrison grunting, but I’m in a state of euphoria. He could literally be saying anything to me right now, and I couldn’t be bothered by it. All I know is my body feels like it’s on cloud nine. My eyes have fallen closed.
If this is what heaven feels like, I never want to leave.
I have no idea how long I’m in my state of bliss. All I know is when I come back to myself, Harrison is beside me, cuddling me to his chest.
“Such a perfect girl. Fuck, I love you,” I hear him whispering, but I’m already drifting off.
I don’t get the chance to tell him.
I love him too.
nineteen
My phone vibrates on the nightstand. I start to roll over and reach for it.
“No, ignore it…” Natalie says halfheartedly.
I chuckle and kiss the top of her head. Grabbing my phone, I see the time and see it went off thanks to a reminder in my calendar. For a minute the other day when I was setting today up, I thought about doing it virtually so that way I wouldn’t have to risk taking her out, but I knew she would get more out of it if she went in person. The rewards outweigh the risk.
“Come on, Queen Bee. We need to get up.”
Natalie sighs. “Why can’t we just stay in bed all day? I’m sure we could find ways to entertain ourselves.”
She wiggles her eyebrows, making me laugh.
“I’m sure we could.” I slap her ass as I get out of bed. I hold out a hand for her. “Come on. We need to get in the shower, I have something planned for us today.”
Natalie sits up and claps her hands together. “Tell me!”
“No way. It’s a surprise.” I shake my head.
She grabs my hand and crawls out of bed. “Come on…”
“Sorry,” I say over my shoulder as I pull her into the shower.
Once in the bathroom, I turn on the shower and jump in.
“Don’t you want it to warm up first?” Natalie laughs as she crosses her arms.
“Ideally, yes. Today though, we don’t have time. We’re already behind schedule.”
“We could have just showered together.”
“If we did, then we would be even later than we already are. This way I’ll be out of the shower by the time it heats up and you can jump in when I get out.”
Natalie pouts. “You’re no fun.”
As I clean myself, I laugh. “I’ve never heard that one before.”
A few minutes later, Natalie and I are trading places.
“You know, it’s not fair that it takes you like five seconds to get ready for the day,” she says as she washes her hair.
“So sorry,” I deadpan as I leave the room to get dressed.
Thirty minutes later, Natalie’s hair is dry and braided down her back and she’s on the back of my bike.
“Ready?” I ask as I start moving.
“Let’s go. I’m excited to see where you’re taking me!” she says as she taps my stomach in excitement.
Twenty minutes later, on the outskirts of Vegas, I pull into our location.
“What is this place?” Natalie asks as I shut off the bike.
Ignoring her, I hold out a hand and help her down before getting off the bikes. Once our helmets are removed and resting on the bike, I pull her into my arms.
“You really don’t know what this place is?”
“No idea.” She shakes her head as she looks around.
“This is a classic bordello. Or better known as a brothel.”
Natalie gasps as she looks up at me. “Do I get to meet a madam?”
“You do.”
She squeals as she dances around in my arms.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!” she says as she peppers my face with kisses.
“Sorry it took me so long to get this scheduled.”
Natalie laughs. “We just talked about this a couple days ago. Honestly, I figured it would be a while or it wouldn’t happen.”
I gently touch her chin and make her eyes meet mine. “When I tell you I’m going to do something, I’m going to follow through.”
“I know that, but sometimes it’s going to take me a little bit to remember,” she says softly.
“Good. Now let’s go meet a madam.”
I pull into my driveway and shut off the bike. Natalie jumps off and runs onto the front porch ahead of me. Taking my time, I make my way up to her as she hangs out on one of the front porch rocking chairs I have.
The sight takes my breath away.
She looks so at home, like she’s meant to be here.
Just imagine how much better she would look after a long day of business and coming home to her sitting there, barefoot and waiting for me.
“You okay?” she asks, pulling me out of the thought.
“I’m good.” I shake my head as I walk up the steps.
I head to the door and unlock it. Stepping inside, I shut off the alarm as Natalie comes in behind me.
“What are we doing here?”
Grabbing her, I pick her up and start walking down the hall to the kitchen as she wraps her legs around my waist.
“I thought we could use a break away from the clubhouse. Have a night to ourselves.”
“I’d like that,” she says softly as she squeezes the back of my neck.
“Any dinner requests? We’re going to have to order takeout. I don’t have anything here where I haven’t been coming home lately.”
“You know, if you want, you can start staying here again. I don’t expect for you to stay at the clubhouse with me every night,” she says, not meeting my eyes.
I set her ass on the counter and touch her face.
“I stay at the clubhouse with you because I want to, not because I feel like I need to.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“I like it when you stay with me too.” Natalie blushes.
“That’s what I like to hear.” I lean down and kiss her hard. When I pull away, I tap her chin. “And just so you know when I move back into this place, you’re going to be with me.”
