Dylan's Reaper: Soul Reapers #3

by Lowrance, J. D.

  “Oh. My God,” I barked out laughing. “Are you going to help me or not?” I did not really need the help, but I asked for it anyway.

  “No,” he deadpanned, “I’m gonna watch you struggle.”

  “What the hell? When did you become such a comedian?” I threw back the covers and started to get out of bed, but Knox was beside me before I even lifted a leg.

  “Slow down killer,” he said, putting his hands on my shoulder and leg to keep me from moving. “What are you doing?”

  “It’s not like you care.” My remark a perfectly placed gut shot.

  “Dylan . . .” He sounded a little hurt, but I interrupted him before he could go on. “No more princess huh?” I pushed his hands off of me and I tried to stand up again.

  “Princess,” he whispered, stopping me in my attempt to get away from him. “Please lay back down.” His voice soft and his eyes even softer as mine found his.

  “Why do you call me that?” I murmured.

  “Because you really are a princess,” he paused. “An MC princess.” His words floored me as I saw the truth he believed in his eyes.

  “I am most certainly not.” I spat every word back at him. Our earlier flirting a distant memory.

  “You don’t have to like it or even want it, but it’s yours by blood.” I wanted to argue . . . rage against the injustice of the last week, of what he was saying, but in the end Knox was right. I was a part of this whether I wanted to be or not. My head dropped and my shoulders slumped in defeat. Knox pulled me into a hug, giving me the comfort and safety I needed like he always did.

  “I don’t want to be a MC princess,” I breathed into the crook of his neck.

  “How about you just be my princess then?” My head shot up as I scanned his face to see if he was serious. Was he serious or just trying to get a rise out of me? He did not say anything else as he refused to make eye contact with me.

  “Maybe,” I stuttered, still not sure if he was serious or not. Not sure if I was serious or not.

  “Regardless, stink ass, you need a shower.” His comment eased the tension between us, making me laugh. “Let me help you,” he said, putting one of his arms under my legs and the other he kept at my back.

  “I could use a shower . . . whoa,” I laughed as Knox picked me up and took me into the bathroom. I tried grabbing his t-shirt that I wore to cover up my ass that was hanging out to no avail.

  “Hold still.” His tone reprimanding, but the smile on his lips let me know he was just teasing me.

  “I can’t,” I teased back. “Some of my goods are hanging out.”

  His laughter filled the bathroom as he sat me on the counter and turned to start the shower. “Lucky me.” Knox wiggled his eyebrows at me. My laughter started out small but grew as I snorted in response to his playfulness. A weight I did not even know I was carrying lifted from my chest in seeing him like this again.

  Knox

  I quickly turned back to check the water temperature, because I knew, just knew that if I did not I would plant myself between her delicious thighs and not leave until we were both completely satisfied. And every minute with her made me believe more and more that I would never be satisfied. This waiting on her shit was for the birds. I was used to taking what I wanted and I wanted HER.

  “All ready.” My voice cracked on the last word, showing how affected I was by her. Her mere presence back at the safe house was enough to get me going, but Dylan like this - playful, flirty, interacting with me - was too much. Dylan may be the new MC princess, but she was my princess first and damn if I did not want to make that claim to every brother in this club.

  “Any more plastic bags?” she asked, gingerly holding up her arm. The good doctor had come and put a cast on her after her first night at the clubhouse.

  “Let me check,” I said as I crouched down looking in the cabinets under the sink. “This is all I got.” I handed Dylan a small, clear trash bag that I used in my waste basket.

  “That’ll work.” Together we got her cast wrapped. I helped Dylan off the counter and was turning to leave when she quietly asked, “Could you help me get this off?” I froze. Holy shit.

  Dylan was fidgeting with the bottom of my t-shirt that she wore when I turned to face her. Her eyes on the ground, cheeks pink, the picture of innocence. My cock swelled at the sight. “Of course.” My voice rough with arousal from what I could only imagine she was like under that oversized t-shirt. She started to lift the hem, when I stepped into her space. “Let me.” A slight shiver from Dylan had me believing she wanted this just as much as I did.

  I made quick work of removing the t-shirt as she shimmied out of her panties. My eyes stayed glued to hers as I backed up to the bathroom door. I knew she needed privacy, but damn if my feet did not weigh a ton as I tried to give it to her. My heart hammered in my chest, as the rest of my blood raced south. Her usually stormy grey eyes were now clouded with lust and need, making my cock rock hard.

  “I’ll wait out here in case you need me,” I croaked. Dylan nodded in response as I forced my feet to turn and carry me out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Clenching my jaw and my fists, I paced from my bedroom to the bathroom; back and forth, back and forth. I heard the toilet flush and then the shower door, which indicated she was in the shower. These thoughts did nothing to calm my racing heart as I pictured water touching every inch of her body that I wanted to lick. I did not know how much time passed until I heard the whisper of my name from the bathroom. It was like being called home. I rushed back and right before I tore the door off the hinges, I stopped and took a deep breath.

  But damn if it helped, because what I found in that bathroom stopped me dead in my tracks. My princess was standing naked in the shower. The water was off, but leftover drops ran down her body as one joined with another. I followed several tracks down her body. The water cascaded over fading blemishes, bruises and burns, turning my ache for her into the need for revenge. Finally my eyes found hers and my breath stilled at how she looked back at me . . . with wanting. I tried to cover my anger at seeing her body still injured, but it was too late. Her eyes turned from bright to dull and lifeless. Dylan mistook my anger for disgust as she closed herself off from me.

  “I need a towel.” Dylan turned to the side to avoid looking at me. I reached under the counter and grabbed one for her. “Thanks,” she whispered as I wrapped it around her shoulders. My hands shook as I finished. I nodded, too angry at the Hellhounds for taking this moment away from us and too affected to say anything.

  Dylan took a step out of the shower and pitched forward right into my arms. “Are you ok?” I scowled. Again my anger at what was done to her mistaken for anger at her.

  “I tripped,” she spat.

  “Let me carry you.” I did not wait for a reply as I swept her up in my arms. It felt like the most natural thing I had ever done each time I did it; like she belonged there. The journey was too short from the bathroom to my bed as I sat her down. Her towel slipped open revealing two of the perkiest breasts I had ever seen. Full, pink nipples hardened from the chill peeked out before she covered herself back up. My cock swelled at the sight.

  “Let me get you a t-shirt,” I offered, stepping away from the bed. I helped her put a clean one on. Dylan hissed in pain as I removed the plastic bag from her cast. “Here take these,” I ordered, handing her two Advils that Emma had left. Without argument, Dylan popped them in her mouth and washed them down with the water I handed her. As I took the glass, Dylan watched me out of the corner of her eye with her arms crossed firmly over her chest. She was still upset.

  “Princess,” I started only to earn a scowl as her eyes met mine. “In the bathroom . . .” I tried to explain, but was interrupted by her.

  “You don’t have to explain. Let me guess. I disgust you. Or is it you feel pity for what was done to me? Or better yet, you don’t want to hurt me any more than I have already been hurt? Is that it?” Each comment more snarky than the last. “You know what. It
doesn’t matter.”

  “You’re wrong,” I argued.

  “Yeah. Ok.” The little attitude she was throwing my way was new, but affected me like any other interaction with her. It made me hard as a rock.

  “You are.” I tugged on her right arm until I freed it and placed her hand directly on my hard dick. “You don’t disgust me. I don’t pity. And I know I won’t hurt you. So yes. YOU. ARE. WRONG.” My hand snaked to the back of her neck and my lips crashed into hers. Dylan squeezed my cock eliciting a deep moan out of me. Her tongue darted into my mouth. The taste of her exploded on my tongue. I took command of the kiss as I pushed her back into the bed. Being extra careful so that I really did not hurt her, I kept my weight completely off of her. She moaned as her good hand snaked under the t-shirt I was wearing, and ran up and down my chest before reaching for my cock again.

  “Greedy little thing,” I teased as I trailed kisses along her jaw and onto her neck. I felt a swat on my back and heard a giggle from my girl. MY GIRL. Damn straight. I continued to kiss down her body as I pulled her t-shirt up and over her breasts. For a moment I paused to take in the beauty before me. Yes, her creamy skin was slightly bruised and battered, but what I saw still mesmerized me. I wanted nothing but to ram into her over and over again as she screamed my name, but I knew that I had to wait. So I settled for a taste that I knew would bring me back for seconds.

  Her nipple pebbled as I lavished it with attention from my tongue and mouth. Palming her other breast drew a moan from Dylan as she arched her back, pushing her nipple further into my mouth. I released it with a pop, before moving on to the other one. My tongued swirled around her nipple until it hardened into a peak. Her moans grew more frequent as I traveled down the rest of her body with open mouth kisses. Placing a small kiss on her hip bone, I ran my middle finger through her pussy lips. Her back bowed off the bed as her moist desire covered my finger. My mouth found her clit at the same time my finger entered her. Dylan continued to cry out as I built her up slowly. Her taste like no other; sweet with a hint of spice. I added a second finger as my tongue continued to explore her clit and lips until I felt her walls clamp down around my fingers, trying to pull them deeper into her body. I latched onto the bundle of nerves where she needed me most and sucked hard as I fucked her with my fingers. Her hips came off the bed as she fucked them back, crying out my name as she exploded around my fingers. I lapped up everything she had to give as her body came to rest.

  Making my way back up her body, I found her eyes at half-mast and her body limp as I placed a soft kiss on her lips. She whimpered as she gingerly turned on her side and breathed, “Stay.” There was no reason to argue, so I lay behind her as she curled into my body. Discreetly, I adjusted myself so that my raging hard-on would not spear her ass as she napped. For I knew there was no way I would be able to get any shut-eye, especially when she continued to rub her ass against me as she burrowed deeper. I groaned at the same time she sighed. Her breathing evened out immediately as she slid into sleep. My arms found their way around her as I let my breathing match hers. Ever so slowly I could feel each muscle relax as each breath brought the scent of her into me. Before I knew it, I drifted off with the thoughts of how to keep that scent with me every night.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Dylan

  I came awake slowly, cocooned in absolute warmth. A sexual satisfaction still hummed in my veins from earlier, and a deep breath told me that my heating blanket was the man who continued to surprise me at every turn. How I wished I had met him under different circumstances, in a different place.

  Trying to catch him unaware, I carefully rolled over in his arms happy to find him still sleeping. He looked younger in his sleep, his face relaxed. I realized I did not even know how old this man was that shared my bed every night . . . well actually his bed every night. Someone was there for me when I needed him the most. I was finding that the more I relied on him, the less of a burden this all felt. I knew if I continued to let him grow on me, he would become that root that bounded me here. Could I let that happen?

  Ever-so-slowly I traced his jaw with my fingertips, then up the side of his face, and through his hair. “Hmmm, that feels good.” Knox’s gruffy-just-woke-up timbre was something that struck me deep in my core every time I heard it. I squeezed my thighs together to help against the burn I could already feel building.

  “Hi,” I said shyly. Images of what we did earlier, about how I pretty much threw myself at him, played in my mind. The images, along with his scent, were making my body pulse with need.

  “Hi Princess.” His scruff made contact with my cheek as he buried his nose into the crook of my neck. I wanted things to progress, but was too afraid to show him how wanton he made me. “I don’t know which is harder,” he murmured into my neck. “You’re thinking or my cock.”

  I giggled. “You are too much.”

  “No you are,” he crooned as he rolled on top of me. “What I won’t give . . .” His voice trailed off as he kissed up my neck and along my jaw. A quick pump of his hips told me he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Longing for this man flooded my core as I rotated my hips to place his hardness where I needed him most.

  “What’s stopping you?” I challenged. His eyes found mine as he whispered a kiss across my lips.

  “You are,” he said as we locked lips in a soul-shattering kiss. I gave him access the minute his tongue touched my lips. He growled as he took control, deepening this kiss until I was undulating against him. He broke the kiss as quick as he had started. I opened my eyes to find him looking deep into them.

  “How?” Knox knew exactly what I was asking, because he answered immediately.

  “You still leaving.” It was both a statement and a question. I took my lower lip between my teeth to stop myself from saying no, and slowly nodded yes instead.

  “Huh.” He paused before asking, “Do I even factor into that decision? Well me and this,” he said as he rocked his hips once, twice, a third time against my clit, making me forget the question. I moaned as he slammed his mouth over mine taking me in another deep kiss. We were rocking against each other again when a knock on the door had Knox lifting up off of me.

  “What?” He hollered as he stood. “Don’t move,” he ordered, pinning me with his hungry gaze.

  “Wouldn’t dream of it,” I cooed as I licked my lips trying to entice him back to me.

  “You are so bad,” he growled. Turning towards the door, he adjusted himself right as he cracked the door open.

  I heard a feminine voice and then Knox say, “give us a few minutes,” as he closed the door.

  “Well Princess,” he started. “The doc is here to check on you and I have a shift at the gate, so I better get going.”

  “So soon,” I pouted. My hands ran over my body from my breasts down to my apex of need. “You can’t stay for just a little longer?”

  “You really are bad. And no I can’t stay.” Knox shook his head at me before disappearing into the bathroom. A few minutes later he reappeared in a plain, white t-shirt that hugged his muscular torso and arms like a second skin, making me insanely jealous of a piece of cotton. After putting on his cut, Knox stalked over to the bed like a predator looking at his next meal. “Be good,” he instructed. A customary kiss on the forehead was all I got. My body still primed from our time together wept as he closed the door leaving me only my fingers to relieve the ache.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Dylan

  Even bringing myself to orgasm twice did not put a stop to the throbbing I felt between my legs. I knew Knox held the cure to the yearning that heated my blood. But did he factor into my equation of whether I stayed or not? That was an excellent question. And what about everyone else? Colton was proving to be the type of family I had always wanted, but Wesson was still standoffish. Or I was keeping him at arm’s length? A quiet knock pulled me from my thoughts. A sense of accomplish overcame me as I walked to the door, finally able to get out of bed and do it myself.

&n
bsp; “Hi,” Logan said shyly as I peered out of the door. “I’m Logan in case you don’t remember, and I have Doc with me.”

  “Come in.” I opened the door as I took a step back, allowing them to enter the room. “Hi Doc.”

  “Hello Dylan. It’s good to see you up and about. How are you feeling?”

  “A lot better,” I answered. “Just stiff, but I am hoping you clear me so that I can start moving around and leave this room.” Or prison.

  “Well let’s have a look.” Not even half an hour later Doc gave me the go ahead I needed to escape the bedroom with strict instructions to ease myself back into activity.

  “Do you feel like getting out of this room?” Logan asked, probably already knowing the answer.

  “That sounds like a fantastic idea.” We both laughed.

  “Come on, let’s go grab something to eat downstairs so you can get a feel for the place and meet some new people,” suggested Logan.

  “Sounds good to me,” I agreed as I followed her out into the hallway. A twinge of excitement and anticipation zinged through me as I came to the top of the steps and looked down into the main clubhouse area. Although it was laid out in similar fashion to the Night Demons’ place, it had a much different feel to it from the one time I had been there. There was brothers hanging around the bar and pool table, and women, lots of women, lounging with them. They were mixed and mingled among the brothers, laughing and probably flirting. Sam had told me how the Night Demons made their old ladies wear “property” cuts, but everyone here wore normal clothes, so I had no idea who anyone was. I had heard stories from the other girls working at the club that to make it into a Night Demons’ parties you had to come half naked. But here, the women seemed to be treated as people and not possessions or holes to stick their dicks in. It was refreshing at the same time it was alarming. I could get used to this! I could see myself here, among these women and the men they loved.