Havoc- Reapers MC Boxset

by Elizabeth Knox

  “Know where this is?” He asks.

  I nod with a little smile pressing into the corners of my lips.

  “Yeah, I know just where he might be.” Only, we never called it the lake house.

  Chapter 15

  Ashley

  There was an old aged path leading into the woods that could be taken by car if you were determined enough, but I decided to go on foot. Sure, the trail was riddled with bumps and rocks that made it a painful to endure but it was the scenery that made it well worth it. Plus, I needed to get some cardio in today, the walk would do me some good.

  I could remember being here even as a small child. Dad used to bring me here on his hunts with the boys to show us how it was done. Whenever he passed the gun to either of the twins to take down their first doe, they both ended up bawling at the idea of shedding blood. I still made fun of them both to this day for their emotion in saving Bambi’s mom.

  Instead of forcing these two 9-year old boys to maim some defenseless animal, my father took us out to the lake where the house had burnt down in an awful fire. The four of us would sit there and spread out a picnic between us while Daddy told us how the fire started in the first place. I think Kade and Zane remember it to this day.

  My Dad used to tell us stories about how his home burned up into flames. Even as a child I knew that something was wrong with what he was telling us. I was always so perceptive, and there was no way that anything he said was near the truth. The land had been in our family for generations, he’d go on and on about how our ancestors bartered with the natives to claim this land, and somehow, we got where we are today.

  Overall, my father owns over five hundred and eighty thousand acres in Montana. He rents out a lot of the land to farmers for crops, to use as a pasture for their livestock and so on and so forth, but this plot of land is simply ours. I hadn’t been here in ages, but from the looks of it, it was the same.

  I was going down memory lane when I was brought back to reality. I was furious with Blackjack on not including me in this decision. For weeks I’ve had people make decisions for me, not out of a bad place but I was still irritated that he had the nerve to talk to my father about me moving in with him so soon.

  I was too deep in my thoughts and suddenly my foot hooks itself into a patch of overgrown weeds and I found myself jolted forward in a stumble. My breath hitches to the back of my throat and I wave my hands in front of me, trying to regain my balance.

  “GHT!” I grunt just as I catch the tree in front of me. My heart was practically jumping to get out of my chest. With a kick of my leg, I send the weed backwards and let out a steep exhale. “That was close.”

  When I looked up from the ground, I could finally see bits and pieces of the clearing between the gaps in the trees. On the edge of the lake stood a tall house overlooking the beautiful dark blue waters. There was never a house here before, well – not besides the bones that were left of my Dad’s old place.

  As I walked deeper into the clearing, I noticed the amount of sawdust sprinkled across the grass. I don’t know what was going on, but I could see construction equipment everywhere. They must have been working here for quite a while given that it looked like the debris fanned out closer to the trees with time.

  I approached the empty porch and saw my reflection in the tall mirrors climbing the stairs one step at a time. My eyes searched the inside of the windows as I took the knob in my hand and twisted the door open at last.

  The smell of mahogany wood filled my nostrils as I took my first breath in the new place. Dim but welcoming, the living room space felt like it was inviting me in with its white fireplace freshly lit. I slipped my shoes off and closed the door behind me with a soft click, letting my eyes follow the trail of stairs that lead my sights up to the high ceiling. The place was like a modern log cabin, something I’ve always dreamt of living in since I was old enough to read furniture catalogs.

  When I walked across the floors, I felt like I was practically gliding across the house like a dancer. My head turned left and right to take up every detail as I ventured into the dining room. At the archway gap, I finally found the kitchen and my jaw dropped to the floor. I strode up to the black marble counters and felt the smooth finish underneath my fingertips – this was any woman’s dream kitchen, and it was certainly mine.

  As I stood there wondering how any of this was possible, my ears picked up the heavy footsteps that lingered behind my back before a pair of strong arms wrapped around me.

  A little sigh left my smile as he pulls me back against his chest. I could feel his nose bury into my shoulder before it was replaced by his hot mouth to plant a kiss at my neck.

  “Blackjack,” I mutter lowly.

  “Ashley,” He whispers against my skin, an apparent smugness in his voice.

  “You’re not out of the clear just yet,” I smirk to myself.

  The man pulled his head out from my shoulder to roll his eyes as I turned around to face him. Despite him playing coy, I knew he had an idea as to why I was here. I could only shake my head while he kept his eyes on the floor, refraining to so much as smirk.

  “You’re in big trouble, mister,” I say, poking his chest twice. “What were you thinking?”

  His hand slips up to take mine and he smiles, giving me a look. “Your dad gave you a talk?”

  I narrow my eyes. “Don’t make it sound like it was entirely my dad’s fault. You agreed to his idea, am I right?” I pull my hand out from his grip to place it on my hip. “I understand why, don’t get me wrong.”

  “Then what’s with the pout, Monroe?” He asks, pinching my cheek.

  “You didn’t tell me anything about it!” I throw my hands up with a hint of frustration. “I mean come on, Blackjack. If we’re going to do this together, you must tell me these things. Give me a heads up so we can both decide on it.”

  He cocked a brow and crossed his arms, unconvinced. “If we talked about it together, would you have said no?”

  “I wouldn’t have said no, but––”

  “What’s the problem then?” He uncrosses his arms to take my shoulders, “Just be straight with me Ashley. Is this just for show, or do you actually want to give us a shot this time?”

  The weight of his hands made me pull myself closer to him. My hands picked up to his chest as I stroked, focusing on the buttons of his shirt rather than looking in his eyes.

  “Of course, I want to be with you,” I mutter lowly.

  “Ash.” He takes my face, pulling my eyes back up to him. “Then what’s wrong?”

  I felt myself get swallowed in those dark hues until I could only stand there looking up at him in the moment. How could he make me feel so helplessly in love with just a look from him?

  “Are you sure that you want to be with me?” I manage out, feeling my voice grow heavier.

  “What are you talking about?” His brows furrowed as I watched his expression grow tense with confusion.

  “Am I what you really want?” I assert the words again, taking his wrists in my soft hands. “I know you’re not doing this because you pity me but––am I really the kind of woman you want to be with forever?”

  Blackjack opened his mouth to say something before shutting it back closed; his disbelief was growing by the second and I couldn’t think straight even in the silence. I could feel my eyes filling up with stupid tears all over again and it didn’t make sense why now of all times––in this beautiful place––I had to start up the water works again.

  “You’ve done so much for me and all I’ve––all I’ve brought with me is baggage”

  “Shh, not one more word.” He pulls me against him further, holding my head against his chest to where I can hear his heart beating rapidly.

  “Do you hear that, Ash? Can you hear what you’re doing to me?”

  I sniffed to myself and closed my eyes, unsure. “What am I doing to you?”

  “Listen, Monroe,” the man whispers in my hair, “Every beat that drills into those e
ars of yours should show you how terrified I am of you.”

  “Terrified?” I asked before pulling back, concern filling my eyes.

  He chuckles at my confusion.

  “You don’t understand how much I’m in danger of falling deeper in love with you. You have absolutely no idea how dangerous you are to me. I have loved you since the very beginning. The way you make me feel.” His voice grows husky as I feel his hands slide down to my hips.

  “How do I make you feel?” I ask, letting my eyes fall to his lips without even thinking.

  He catches my stare and automatically pushes me into the counter with his hips against my groin with a hot smirk. “Do you really want to know?”

  Before I could even catch him, his head dips down to my shoulder to collect the flesh of my neck in a sharp bite. I felt my breath hitch against the back of my throat as I took the back of his head with my fingers through his black hair.

  My fingers tighten around the locks sharply and I could hear him growl against the skin, making my hips rub up against his hard on. I could feel his lips traveling across the nape of my neck ‘til they roamed along my jaw to hover over my hungry mouth.

  The craving was intense as I opened my mouth to kiss him in the darkness of the house only to meet him halfway, tongue already pushing past mine.

  I lifted my head up to deepen the kiss, feeling my body melt every time he squeezed at my hips with need. When his hands ran across my thighs, he finally collected his palms back up to my ass as he drove my groin up against him. A moan left my mouth and he groaned in return, the vibrations making my lips hungry for more of his sweet kisses. His tongue massaged mine against the roof of my mouth, wet and warm with its search.

  When he let me go to breathe, his hands traveled down to the end of my shirt to pull it over my head without a second to waste. I helped him throw it off before jumping up to the counter with my legs around his waist, pulling him back to me. His took his shirt off while I started unbuckling him quickly, a thousand things running through my thoughts.

  How did we even get like this? One second we were talking about the house, living together, and I didn’t even mention Dex yet.

  Despite that, we found ourselves ravishing ourselves in a house that wasn’t even furnished. As I pushed the thoughts into a mental filing cabinet labeled “For Later”, Blackjack was shuffling me out of my jeans with me kicking, to get them off. Once they ended up on the floor, we were back at it again. His fingers hooking up to my panties, teasing me as he circled those thumbs into my thighs. I was squirming when his groin pushed into my heat, the tenderness making my insides go wet at the touch. A thought came to my head in that moment.

  “Blackjack,” I pant aloud as his mouth bites down on my breasts, “Mm!”

  “Yes?”

  My fingers lace through his hair and I tug for his attention.

  “The kitchen, babe,” I warn.

  “There isn’t anyone living around here for miles, Monroe.” He growls at me.

  “I’m not talking about the windows.” I push him by his shoulders, squeezing my legs against him. “Ahem.”

  Those deep brown eyes of his grow confused for a moment before he looked down at the counters where my ass just so happened to be sitting. His brow automatically rose and when he looked back up at me, I was met with the most amused expression.

  “Afraid to get your counters dirty, honey?” Blackjack teases lowly.

  I gave his crotch a squeeze to which he jumped with a start. “Careful, darling. Your wife runs a tight ship,” I respond back just as playfully.

  “Oh, believe me,” he leans in to mutter in my ear, “I know.”

  My eyes went wide at the sudden bite on my ear. “Blackjack!”

  He lets out a laugh before pulling back, “Sorry, I got carried away.”

  I let out a snort, “You think?”

  His lips curl into a smile, “Upstairs, then?”

  “If it’s safe.”

  “Monroe, you should know by now. Any time you’re with me, you’re safe”

  My hands were already searching his chest for his shoulders as he pulled me up from the counter to carry me across the house. With a firm squeeze, he had me at my thighs as we ventured from my dream kitchen to the still under construction stairs.

  My nerves were shot beyond belief as he was carrying me up, so I took his face in my hands to kiss him as he blindly approached a doorway once we reached the top of the stairs. I could see the hallway stem with four different rooms. Their doors were open ajar, spilling the dying sun’s light across the bare floors.

  Before I got a chance to ask him about them, we were already in another room with a view like nothing I’d ever seen before. He spun me around when I saw it for the first time––the way the sunset hit the open waters as if it were cutting a passage through the pond.

  With the harmony of the trees surrounding the forest, I felt like he had carved a piece of heaven for the two of us. If I didn’t want him so badly in this moment, I would have shed a tear out of sheer happiness.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I finally manage out as he drops me down to my feet. My feet took me to the large scaled windows where the woods and lake stared back at me. I could only smile like an idiot as I put my hand to my mouth, covering it in my own awe.

  “This is our room?” My head turned around to face him, but he was already behind me, wrapping my arms around my waist.

  “This is our house, babe. You can pick any room you want,” He responds simply, planting another warm kiss to my shoulder. “And you’re going to furnish it all.”

  I blinked at him only to look back to the fine space around us. It was a rather large room to come through with. There was even a little hallway leading into what I assumed was either a walk-in closet or a bathroom. As I wandered over to check which it was, Blackjack followed my steps with his arms refusing to leave me. I was semi-right; it was a hybrid between a closet leading into a bathroom.

  My head could only shake in disbelief, “I can’t believe you did all this.”

  “I had help. Been building this with your Dad for the last six months. We should have it done in about a week. Now, it was my idea to get you to move in with me, Monroe. But this was your Dad’s gift to you. He knew how much you loved it here when you were a girl. You know, he was building this place for you, right? I think somehow he knew you’d your find your way back home, to us,” he tells me.

  I turned around in that moment, sliding my hands down to his chest with a soft glance to his chest. “Thank you so much,” I muttered, softly. Looking back up at him, “Now, where were we?”

  His broke into a grin as he slid his hands from my sides back to my hips, pushing me backwards against the window until I was pressed into the cold surface. I raised my head up to meet his lips as he hungrily sought back my tongue. The touch of his hand drew up to my bra where he’d run his finger across the pink lace carefully before giving my breast a firm squeeze. I moaned into his mouth as he massaged against the mounds, making my back arch into the windows as he handled me roughly.

  This was so much different than our first night. We were nervous but passionate, willing to explore new boundaries. Now we were sure of ourselves which made us want to fuck each other wild. Blackjack was kneading into my chest to the point that I could feel my body rub up against his as he was pinning me to the windows.

  When I drew my thigh between his legs to stroke up against his hard cock, he let out a growl and took my leg up to his hip, so he could grind himself against me with force.

  I could only let out a little noise as I felt his need sitting at the base of his groin every time he pushed himself up against my wet heat. All I could think about was how much I wanted to go down on his thick member and take him for a ride.

  With that said, I shoved his boxers down his hip with the friction of my thigh before taking the back of his head to pull him in for another kiss. With my free hand, I wrapped my fingers around the base of him to give him a
little squeeze. Blackjack rolled his hips into my hand, making me start stroking him right then and there.

  When I started getting faster, he stopped my hand right there and shook his head.

  “Not like that, Ash. Not when you’re already wet for me,” he mutters huskily before taking the head of his cock against my wet lips.

  “Mmm, ah,” I sigh, feeling his tip circling me slowly. The very heat of him made my body pool with wetness as I bucked my hips up to him, begging for him to slide inside me already.

  He slowly started to insert himself inside, my walls burning to accommodate the thickness of him. I let out a little yelp, the sharp pain slowly being overwhelmed with the wet sensation he made me feel.

  My insides were practically fitting themselves for his dick as he withdrew himself for one moment to send another quick thrust inside, making my back arch all at once. I tried to push myself up the window at once but as soon as he saw me struggling, he automatically took my thighs under his hands and lifted me to the wall––sending a full thrust before he was completely immersed inside me.

  “Blackjack!” I let out a gasp and he moans at how tight I am.

  “Fuck,” he curses, shifting his hips against me as he continues to push me into the glass with one hand next to my head. “God, you feel so fucking right squeezing my dick like that.”

  At that sentence, I automatically rolled my hips up to his to return his thrust. He pulled me higher up the window and continues off that roll with a slow pace of thrusts, each one of them making me bounce against the glass.

  His mouth bites down to my nipple and I let out a cry, feeling him completely tear me apart every time he pushes himself in further. I could only sink my nails into his shoulders as he kept fucking me against the window, building up the ecstasy running between us.

  His hips slapped hard against mine until our skin sounded like the beat of a drum. He kept his hard thrusts going until only thing I could feel was the building climax rubbing up against my clit. The spots he reached were places I couldn’t even dream of touching.