Reaper's Fall
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God, but I hated him for that.
He pushed me up against a tree, grinding his hips deep into mine. It hurt. The bark dug into my back and his cock pushed against me so hard I felt every seam of my jeans, but I didn’t care. I wanted more. Digging my fingers into his back, I clawed him, because if he was going to mark me then I was damned well going to mark him, too.
His hips grew more frantic and suddenly it wasn’t enough. I broke free, moaning. “Fuck me.”
Backing away from the tree, he pushed me down into the dirt. Then his hands were ripping apart my fly and jerking down my jeans. They stuck. I kicked wildly, trying to get them off but it was too slow for him. Jerking me up by the waist, he turned me and shoved me down in front of him. I landed hard on my hands. Then I heard the rip of his zipper and he grabbed my hips, steadying my body as he lined up the head of his erection with the aching, empty space between my legs.
“I am the last man you’ll ever fuck,” he growled, thrusting into me hard. His cock slammed home in one motion, stretching me as I screamed in agonized need.
It hurt.
I wanted more.
I hated him.
“Missed this,” he groaned, jerking his hips back, only to slam into me again. His hands wrapped around my waist, holding me tight as he fucked me harder than anything I’d ever experienced. “Jesus.”
Bracing on my hands, I thrust my ass back toward him, wondering how something this hateful could feel so good. How he could feel so good, with his big, violent hands and his caveman desire. I’d never been so turned on in my life, every thrust hitting a space deep inside that sent aching swirls of painful need shattering through my body.
This wasn’t sex.
It was a fight for dominance, a fight I knew I couldn’t win but I was damned if I wouldn’t try. Every time he filled me, I squeezed down, hoping to hurt him or hold him or I don’t know what. He’d groan in agonized satisfaction and then we’d do it again, over and over and over until I felt like my heart might explode.
Suddenly his hand reached around me, finding my clit, and then I did explode.
Exploded and died.
My vision shattered, my pulse pounded, and every muscle in my body clenched hard, taking him with me as he shouted his own release. Hot seed spurted deep inside my body as I sagged forward into the dirt, spent. Painter collapsed on top of me, both of us gasping for air. Slowly reality came back and I felt his softening cock slide free, his come running down the inside of my legs.
That’s when it hit me.
We forgot the damned condom.
Again.
PAINTER
Mel looked like shit.
She was covered in dirt, her shirt was torn, and she had this lost, haunted look in her eyes. Christ. Picnic would take one look at her and assume I’d beaten her.
He wouldn’t be that far off.
Pic wasn’t waiting for me at the clubhouse when we got back, though. Most of the Reaper bikes were gone, and there wasn’t any sign of the fuckwad, either. The Silver Bastard prospects were smart enough to keep their mouths shut, although I saw one duck back into the clubhouse.
Seconds later Boonie stepped out, followed by Gunnar.
“Can I have a word?” he asked, eyes flickering to Mel.
“Sure,” I said. “Give us a sec.”
Mel nodded, almost like she was in shock. I suppose she probably was. Hell, I felt sort of shocked myself, so I suppose it was fair enough.
“What’s up?” Boonie cocked a brow, then nodded toward her. “She okay?”
“She’s fine.”
“You hurt her?”
“No,” I said, daring him to challenge me. He frowned, then nodded. “I’ve got some information for you, about the guy she came with.”
I stilled.
“What’s that?”
“He’s a dealer,” Gunnar said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m not sure if he was dating her for real or just using her for cover, but he was here to pick up a shipment. We’ve been working with him for about six months now. Does special orders, that kind of thing. He’s bad news.”
I nodded slowly, looking back toward Melanie. She was standing next to my bike, hugging herself protectively. For an instant I felt guilty, then shook it off. She was mine. No way I should feel guilty about claiming my own damned property.
“We have a problem?”
Boonie shook his head.
“He’s nothing. I mean, he was a decent earner, but he’d never be more than that. He’ll keep his mouth shut—he’s seen enough to know better than to talk. I had a little chat with him, too. Guess he works at the hospital with her. I suggested that he find another job—fast. He seemed to think this was a solid idea. You won’t be seeing him again.”
“Thanks,” I said. “Sorry about the mess.”
“Shit happens,” Gunnar said, eyeing Mel again. “You sure she’s okay?”
“She’ll be fine,” I said. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“That’s good, because it looks like you raped her,” Boonie said. I shook my head.
“More like we hate-fucked each other. Trust me, she was into it. Sick and twisted, but it wasn’t rape.”
“Darcy will be relieved,” Boonie said. “Think you pissed off my old lady something fierce—she took off right after you did. Got a feeling I won’t be gettin’ any tonight.”
I bit back a grin, because Darcy pissed off was something to see.
He pushed me up against a tree, grinding his hips deep into mine. It hurt. The bark dug into my back and his cock pushed against me so hard I felt every seam of my jeans, but I didn’t care. I wanted more. Digging my fingers into his back, I clawed him, because if he was going to mark me then I was damned well going to mark him, too.
His hips grew more frantic and suddenly it wasn’t enough. I broke free, moaning. “Fuck me.”
Backing away from the tree, he pushed me down into the dirt. Then his hands were ripping apart my fly and jerking down my jeans. They stuck. I kicked wildly, trying to get them off but it was too slow for him. Jerking me up by the waist, he turned me and shoved me down in front of him. I landed hard on my hands. Then I heard the rip of his zipper and he grabbed my hips, steadying my body as he lined up the head of his erection with the aching, empty space between my legs.
“I am the last man you’ll ever fuck,” he growled, thrusting into me hard. His cock slammed home in one motion, stretching me as I screamed in agonized need.
It hurt.
I wanted more.
I hated him.
“Missed this,” he groaned, jerking his hips back, only to slam into me again. His hands wrapped around my waist, holding me tight as he fucked me harder than anything I’d ever experienced. “Jesus.”
Bracing on my hands, I thrust my ass back toward him, wondering how something this hateful could feel so good. How he could feel so good, with his big, violent hands and his caveman desire. I’d never been so turned on in my life, every thrust hitting a space deep inside that sent aching swirls of painful need shattering through my body.
This wasn’t sex.
It was a fight for dominance, a fight I knew I couldn’t win but I was damned if I wouldn’t try. Every time he filled me, I squeezed down, hoping to hurt him or hold him or I don’t know what. He’d groan in agonized satisfaction and then we’d do it again, over and over and over until I felt like my heart might explode.
Suddenly his hand reached around me, finding my clit, and then I did explode.
Exploded and died.
My vision shattered, my pulse pounded, and every muscle in my body clenched hard, taking him with me as he shouted his own release. Hot seed spurted deep inside my body as I sagged forward into the dirt, spent. Painter collapsed on top of me, both of us gasping for air. Slowly reality came back and I felt his softening cock slide free, his come running down the inside of my legs.
That’s when it hit me.
We forgot the damned condom.
Again.
PAINTER
Mel looked like shit.
She was covered in dirt, her shirt was torn, and she had this lost, haunted look in her eyes. Christ. Picnic would take one look at her and assume I’d beaten her.
He wouldn’t be that far off.
Pic wasn’t waiting for me at the clubhouse when we got back, though. Most of the Reaper bikes were gone, and there wasn’t any sign of the fuckwad, either. The Silver Bastard prospects were smart enough to keep their mouths shut, although I saw one duck back into the clubhouse.
Seconds later Boonie stepped out, followed by Gunnar.
“Can I have a word?” he asked, eyes flickering to Mel.
“Sure,” I said. “Give us a sec.”
Mel nodded, almost like she was in shock. I suppose she probably was. Hell, I felt sort of shocked myself, so I suppose it was fair enough.
“What’s up?” Boonie cocked a brow, then nodded toward her. “She okay?”
“She’s fine.”
“You hurt her?”
“No,” I said, daring him to challenge me. He frowned, then nodded. “I’ve got some information for you, about the guy she came with.”
I stilled.
“What’s that?”
“He’s a dealer,” Gunnar said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m not sure if he was dating her for real or just using her for cover, but he was here to pick up a shipment. We’ve been working with him for about six months now. Does special orders, that kind of thing. He’s bad news.”
I nodded slowly, looking back toward Melanie. She was standing next to my bike, hugging herself protectively. For an instant I felt guilty, then shook it off. She was mine. No way I should feel guilty about claiming my own damned property.
“We have a problem?”
Boonie shook his head.
“He’s nothing. I mean, he was a decent earner, but he’d never be more than that. He’ll keep his mouth shut—he’s seen enough to know better than to talk. I had a little chat with him, too. Guess he works at the hospital with her. I suggested that he find another job—fast. He seemed to think this was a solid idea. You won’t be seeing him again.”
“Thanks,” I said. “Sorry about the mess.”
“Shit happens,” Gunnar said, eyeing Mel again. “You sure she’s okay?”
“She’ll be fine,” I said. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“That’s good, because it looks like you raped her,” Boonie said. I shook my head.
“More like we hate-fucked each other. Trust me, she was into it. Sick and twisted, but it wasn’t rape.”
“Darcy will be relieved,” Boonie said. “Think you pissed off my old lady something fierce—she took off right after you did. Got a feeling I won’t be gettin’ any tonight.”
I bit back a grin, because Darcy pissed off was something to see.
