Reaper's Girl (Rockin' Country #5)

by Laramie Briscoe

  “You got my text, huh?”

  He palmed the cock that jutted against the zipper of his pants. “I did, and I have the hard-on to prove it.”

  Her gaze traveled down to where he gripped himself. Pushing her tongue against her teeth, she licked her lips like she was ready for a treat.

  “The question is what are you going to do with me?”

  It wasn’t in him to give up complete control to her, but he was willing to let her play. He watched as she stood up from where she sat on the bed, sauntering over to him in those fuck-me heels she liked to wear sometimes.

  “That’s a good question. What am I going to do with you?”

  He followed her as she made a circle around his body, touching him here and there, running her hand down his chest, stopping at the belt of his buckle. He watched as she got rid of it with sure hands and pushed the pants down his legs.

  “I’ll tell you what I want.” Her voice was seductive as she stood directly in front of him, so close he could feel her breath on his chin.

  “What’s that?”

  “You to completely strip and lie down on the bed. Think you can do that?”

  His eyes meeting her, he nodded that he could before performing the task she’d asked. Completely naked, trying to ignore the hard pole at his midsection, he lay down, waiting for her to make her next move.

  Chapter Thirty

  * * *

  Hannah watched as Garrett lay flat on his back, motioning for her with a raise of his eyebrow. She hadn’t been sure what she wanted to do when he walked in, but she had an idea now. He looked delectable lying there for her. Garrett had always been a good-looking guy, and he never failed to turn her on, but tonight he had stubble, his hair was unkempt, and there were dark circles under his eyes. It gave him the look of someone who was dark and dangerous. It made her wet.

  Slipping her heels off, she walked over to the bed and climbed on, using her knees to walk over to where he lay.

  “I’m yours to do what you want.” He gestured down his body.

  Hannah let her eyes roam, coming to stop at the hard cock jutting out from a neatly trimmed thatch of hair. There were many things she wanted tonight, and she wasn’t at all positive she could voice them all, but she would try. “I want to see what you do when I’m not around. How do you make the tension go away?”

  His eyes burned dark and with an electricity she’d never seen. He looked as if he wasn’t sure what she was asking, but when his big hand enclosed his thick length, she knew he understood.

  “It doesn’t feel as good as when you do it.” His voice was thick with arousal, the sound of him jerking up and down loud in the room.

  “Nothing ever feels as good as it does when we’re together,” she assured him.

  With wide eyes, she watched for a few moments, her eyes riveted on his face. He sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth, tilting his head back as he used the edge of his palm to cover the tip of his erection.

  She wasn’t sure she could do what was running through her head, but she knew she had to try. “I know what I want.” She cleared her throat.

  “Oh, babe, tell me.” His eyes met hers, and it wasn’t her imagination that he sped up his pace.

  Hiking the dress up over her thighs, she showed him she wore no panties. A bra wasn’t practical with the low-cut of the dress, so save for the fabric that covered her; nothing separated her skin from his. She carefully straddled his chest, letting her moist core rub up and down his sternum. She moaned, trailing her hand up her waist, over one of her breasts and through her hair, letting her fingertips fall back to her chest. Carefully, she pulled one side of the dress down, taking out her bare breast, before using the tip of her finger to manipulate and tease her pebbled nipple.

  “Waiting here, Harmony,” Garrett reminded her.

  Shaking her head, she knocked herself out of her trance-like state. She wasn’t sure she could say the words, but she was so hot, and she needed him so much. “I want your tongue on me, I want your mouth on me, and I wanna come that way.”

  “You want to ride my face?” His eyebrows were up in his hairline, and his hand stopped on his dick.

  Her face flashed hot, and she was worried he’d say no, but she went for it anyway. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I want. I got bored one night, and found something on the internet, I wanna try it,” she broke off.

  “Oh fuck yeah.” Garrett breathed deeply through his nose. “This will be my pleasure. I can’t fuckin’ believe you told me you want to do this.”

  She couldn’t either, but Harmony had way more guts than Hannah ever would.

  * * *

  Hannah felt stupid situated where she was, but Garrett assured her she would love it. Spreading her legs, she lowered herself until she felt the tip of his tongue on the place that needed him the most.

  “Ohhhh,” she moaned, lowering a bit further.

  He grasped her thighs, pulling her so far down she was afraid she’d suffocate him, but then he swiped against her swollen arousal with his tongue, and she was done. Reaching out, she grasped the headboard with one hand, her loose hanging tit with the other, and gave her body over to the feelings coursing through it.

  “Oh my God.” She breathed, her mouth forming an “O” as she panted, rotating her hips against his invasion.

  Her head fell forward on her shoulders and she glanced down, seeing Garrett’s eyes. They were so hot, so dark, so on fire for her, and it was more than she could take. He moved his hands so that they bracketed her thighs, pulling them further apart as he positively lapped up every bit of moisture flowing from her body. She couldn’t stop her hips from rotating, couldn’t stop her pussy from thrusting towards him, and she knew she didn’t want to stop.

  The feelings he evoked in her were of another world. She’d never felt anything as strong as this, not from any of the encounters they’d ever had before. She swore to herself each time he made love to her, each time he took her, each time he even kissed her, it was better than the last, but dear God, this one was blowing them all out of the water.

  She was pushing for the orgasm, straining against his ministrations, wanting the feeling of euphoria that lay just out of reach. Using both hands, she grasped the headboard so hard her fingers hurt, but it was the only way she could deal with the feeling of his tongue making contact with her clit.

  “That feels so good.” She panted. “So good, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…” The plea was a litany as she ground against him.

  Her eyes popped open when he grabbed hold of her clit with his lips and then used his tongue to stimulate the nub the same way he did with her nipple, and she couldn’t stop the nonsense that fell out of her mouth.

  “Oh my God, Garrett, so good, so good, please don’t stop.” She let her head fall forward again, this time making contact with the headboard as she rode out the waves of pleasure. “So horny, I’ve needed you so bad, so bad,” she kept speaking, not even sure she was making sense. “So many nights, I’ve just wanted you to fuck me,” she continued, amazed at herself.

  He moaned loudly himself when she told him she’d wanted him to fuck her. After those words fell from her lips, he seemed to have a one-track mind, and then she felt one of his hands leave her thigh. When she heard the tell-tale slap of skin against skin, she realized he was masturbating as he was getting her off.

  The knowledge he was servicing himself while servicing her was the most erotic thing she’d ever known in her life. His other hand left the other thigh and went straight to her pussy, holding the lips apart while he moved his tongue double time.

  Surrounded by the erotic sounds, her body was on a one-way track to coming. And when it did, she wasn’t prepared for it.

  “Oh fuck,” she screamed, her hips canting against Garrett’s face, her clit brushing his nose. “Oh my God, oh shit.” She couldn’t stop her hips from moving, even as she felt her body letting go as the tremors moved through her thighs. Tears fell and she didn’t know why, b
ut the release was that powerful, and just as she went to move off Garrett’s face, she heard something from him that made her come again, without even being touched.

  “Harmony, shit, didn’t even have to touch me and I’m coming.” He groaned, his hand jacking his cock so fast the bed bounced.

  She felt the evidence against her exposed butt, and more aftershocks ran through her body as he continued to move his hand along his length, cursing again.

  “Mother fuck, I can’t stop coming.” He inhaled deeply and she felt the evidence again.

  Finally their two bodies stopped moving against each other, and they seemed to calm down slightly.

  “Holy shit, that’s never happened before.” Garrett ran his hand up and down her back, his voice hoarse.

  Hers was too; she hadn’t screamed that loudly in a long time. She knew he was talking about coming so many times so quickly together. “Same here.” She buried her head in his shoulder, bashful but proud.

  “Goddamn.” He kissed her neck. “That’s proof we don’t need to be apart that long again.”

  She completely agreed with him. “That’s why after this tour is over; I’m done until EJ and whatever future children we have are of age.”

  “Are you sure?” he asked, pulling back so they could look at each other.

  “Yeah, it’s for the best. Not just for us, but for Shell and Jared too. They can’t stand this anymore than we can.”

  They were quiet as they enjoyed each other’s company for the first time in weeks.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  * * *

  The next morning, well-rested and with the tension the two of them had been carrying gone, they picked up their son and brought him home, choosing to spend the day together.

  “Shut the front door,” Hannah yelled as she glanced at her phone.

  “What?” he asked as he slipped into the driver’s seat after buckling EJ in.

  “My new single just hit number one on the pop charts.” She flipped her phone around and showed him the message, along with the chart to reference.

  “Babe! That’s amazing.”

  There was something about the way he said it; his excitement didn’t quite meet his eyes.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked as they backed out of the driveway.

  “Does this change what you said last night? I mean a pop number one is a huge accomplishment that not even some pop stars ever get. You’re a country star and you’ve done it. This means huge things for you.”

  Her answer was straight and to the point, much like it had been the night before. “Nothing changes how I feel about what’s right for my family. Garrett, money and fame is all good, but what matters to me is waking up next to you every morning and walking down the hallway with Havock at my feet, going to get EJ. My priorities and dreams have changed. Will they change again? Maybe. We all grow. But right now, I need to be with my family. If this is meant to be for me, it’ll still be here when we’re ready for it.”

  He reached over, grasping her hand in his before bringing her knuckles up to his lips, brushing a kiss along the skin there. “I’ll support you no matter what.”

  “You’ve already done that, more times than I deserve, but right now it’s time for me to be with my family.”

  “Then let’s get home and enjoy the time we have together before you have to leave again.”

  * * *

  “How about this?” Garrett grabbed EJ from where he stood between them on the kitchen floor. “I’ll do the dishes, you start dinner, and we’ll put up the baby gate so he’s confined to this room with us. We’ll get double the stuff done in half the time.”

  “Great idea.” Hannah gave a huge sigh of relief as she watched Garrett immediately start putting the baby gates up on either side of the room. She smiled when he grabbed a handful of toys amongst EJ’s favorites and dropped them in the middle of the floor.

  “Here ya go, little man.”

  EJ loved to be in the same room as them and loved when he thought he was part of the action. He gave them a toothy grin as he plopped down and began immediately playing with the toy that made the most noise.

  Garrett laughed. “Go ahead, bang it out.”

  Hannah laughed along with him. “Anything to make a bunch of noise, he’s all for.”

  She walked over to the fridge, grabbing out the vegetables and hamburger meat she would need before leaning up into the pantry to grab taco seasoning and their favorite tortilla chips. Nachos were a Thompson family staple. Reaching into the bottom cupboard, she got her skillet and got the hamburger going.

  “I always get water all over myself when I do this,” Garrett grumbled.

  Glancing over, Hannah laughed loudly when he turned around; bubbles up to his elbows and water all down the front of his shirt. “You are so messy.” She laughed. “You wanna just take it off?”

  He gave her a wink when her hands went to the hem of his T-shirt. “Strip me, please.”

  “Stop.” She giggled, pushing the T-shirt he wore up and over his head before throwing it over the baby gate into the living room. Regardless of how hot he looked today with his messy hair, unshaven face, and sleepy eyes, she hadn’t meant anything by taking his shirt off. “There was nothing sexual about it.”

  “Not from where I stand, babe. Anytime you take my clothes off, I’m ready to go.”

  Rolling her eyes and grinning, she turned back to her skillet, turning the heat down as her food had started cooking faster than she wanted it to. On the floor, EJ banged loudly on his toy, laughing when the two of them stopped what they were doing, giving him their attention.

  “You want some music?” Garrett asked. They had Bluetooth speakers in most of the rooms.

  “Oh, that’s a good idea!”

  Going over to the counter, she grabbed his cell phone and went to his Spotify. He used it for everything—working out, driving, whatever the case may be. She knew she’d find a huge amount of variety on the workout playlist though. Scrolling through the songs, she found one, her smile huge.

  “Oh my God, I can’t believe you have this song on here.” She laughed, almost snorting.

  “If it’s my workout playlist, there’s no telling what it is.” He made no apologies as he finished with the dishes and grabbed a towel to take care of his hands.

  Mind made up, Hannah pressed play, laughing when they heard This Is How We Do It over the speakers.

  “Oh my God.” He threw his head straight back against his shoulders, laughing so hard she could see his ab muscles flex against his skin.

  As soon as the music started, he danced over to her. Her giggles echoed off the cabinets. “If people could see Reaper now,” she teased as he reached out, grabbed her hands, and spun her around the kitchen.

  “C’mon, I know you can shake your ass.” He mouthed the words of the song to her as they got into a dance off. On the floor EJ clapped his hands loudly for both of them. “See, even he knows it.”

  Turning so that her back was to him, she looked over her shoulder and did just as he’d asked, shaking her hips as she sang along. She’d never seen him pulling some of the moves, but Garrett had rhythm. She let him put his hands on her hips, getting all into her personal space, dipping his head down against her neck. She smiled back at him, grabbing hold of EJ who’d stood up in front of them, wanting to get in on the action.

  Her hands moved EJ’s arms up and down as his feet stomped, completely in tune with the music. He was a complete natural. As the music wound down, Garrett clapped his hands for EJ, who beamed under the praise. It was only then they heard loud clapping that wasn’t their own that they turned around.

  “Y’all that was the cutest thing I think I’ve ever seen in my life. Next time you might wanna make sure the door’s locked or you’re not listening to the music so loud.” Shell stood in front of them, her cell phone at the ready.

  “Did you video our dancing?” Garrett asked.

  “Is that what your flailing around was?” she questioned
him, knowing it would get under his skin. “I sure did.” She laughed as she pressed some buttons on her phone. “And it’s now on Harmony’s Instagram. Oh I can’t wait to see the comments about this.”

  “You are so dead,” Garrett vowed as he took off towards her, vaulting over the baby gate as she squealed, making for the front door.

  Hannah shook her head as she finished cooking the food. Never a dull moment in the Thompson household.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  * * *

  “This is it, babe, last concert of the tour.” She’d know Garrett’s voice anywhere, but she was giddy to hear it tonight.

  It’d been four weeks since they’d last seen each other in California, and it wasn’t like those weeks had passed with the snap of her fingers. They’d had more arguments than she’d cared to count, at one point EJ had quit talking to her, and for a couple of days Havock had stopped eating. Tonight, though, marked the end of this period in her life. She’d spoken with the record company and explained her position.

  They hadn’t exactly been welcoming to the fact she wanted to quit and form her own record label, but they’d at least understood why she needed to do it. Tonight was her final show, and afterward, Garrett would be taking them to Hawaii before he finished recording and then Black Friday would be announcing their own tour. They’d gone to Hawaii one Christmas before and it had been her favorite place to vacation since.

  “I know.” She laughed. “What are you going to do about me being with you twenty-four/seven? You’ll get sick of me after a while.”

  “I don’t think that’s possible. We did it once already, not too long ago, ya know?”

  God, it seemed like forever ago when she’d sat in the car and told him she was ready to go back into the studio. It literally felt like years when it’d only been months. It wasn’t like she’d forgotten how quickly things worked in this industry, but she had truly forgotten how quickly things got old. And that’s where she was now, completely done with this part of her life.