Dylan's Reaper: Soul Reapers #3

by Lowrance, J. D.

  “Welcome home brother.” Wesson greeted me with open arms that I walked right into.

  “Thanks Prez.”

  “Glad to have you home brother,” Colton said, slapping me on the back and we man-hugged. Each brother in turn came up and welcomed me with Emma and Heart being last in the long line, standing in the place of the men we all lost. It would be the last time they would be called to serve the club, even though we would never stop being there for them. I hugged each of them, whispering reassuring words.

  The next few hours flew by as we celebrated life, past and present as stories were told and laughs were shared. It was a great time. I enjoyed every second of it. Whether Princess was at my side or across the room, my eyes searched until I found hers. A quick wink or a shy smile told me that Dylan was as excited for me to be home as I was.

  “She’s really fitting in now.” Wesson sat down beside me.

  “She does.” My happiness evident in the smile I could not wipe off my face.

  “Thank you.”

  “It was always her decision,” I said looking him in the eye.

  “I know, but you helped her make the right one.”

  “Amen brother. Amen.” I finished my beer and went to go claim once again what was mine.

  Dylan

  I did a once over in the mirror, making sure everything was perfect. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as I smoothed down the lacy tank top I was wearing one again. Pulling my hair up into a tight bun, I came out of the bathroom in just the tank top and a pair of matching, white lacy panties. He was so fucking hot!

  Knox was lying across the bed too engrossed with his phone to notice my entrance. I slowly crept towards him as I eyed him up. His chest was bare, with one arm propping his head up. His sweat pants pulled low showing off his toned hips giving me a peek at his deep v.

  I craved this man like no other. His scent, his touch, his taste. When I came to stand at the bottom of the bed, Knox finally looked up.

  “Hey Princess.” His gaze intense and hungry as he looked me over. I placed one hand on the bed then the other as I began to crawl towards him. His eyes clouded with lust as I made my way up to him. I trailed kisses along his deep v while running my hand over his stiffening erection. I dipped my hand into his pants finding him ready as I pulled his pants down. Knox lifted his hips allowing me to undress him quickly. I kissed my way back up his body before taking his thickness into my mouth. I took him deeper and deeper with each pass. I closed my eyes as a deep moan sounded from Knox.

  “Eyes,” he commanded. My man was back! I obeyed as I hollowed out my cheeks slipping his manhood to the back of my throat. So engrossed in what I was doing, Knox grabbed my head and began to hammer home. Our eyes stayed locked until he came grunting my name. I swallowed every drop, savoring his taste.

  “So good,” he groaned pulling me up his body. I hovered above him looking at this beautiful man. I rubbed my cheeks over his perpetual five o’clock shadow, kissed along his jaw, until my lips brushed against his. His kaleidoscope eyes swirled with desire as I deepened the kiss. “I missed you.”

  “I missed you too.”

  “Roll over,” he said, shifting us so that I lay on my stomach as he got behind me. I got up on all fours while he massaged my back.

  “Feels good,” I uttered as his hands moved down my body until he was massaging my ass. His fingers began to trace along my ass and down behind my cheeks as he grew bolder with each stroke. I arched my back, thrusting my ass out to meet each touch, each caress. Knox’s lips trailed down my back and over my ass, as his fingers traced along my core. He dipped one finger into me and then another as he increased the friction.

  The next thing I know I felt a pillow being laid directly under me, and then Knox’s head was laying on the pillow looking up at the most intimate part of me.

  “So pink Princess,” he cooed as his fingers continued to work me over. A moan of frustration sounded as he slipped his fingers out, but quickly turned to pleasure as he pushed my hips down bringing my pussy directly to his lips. He blew across my lips, before plunging his tongue into me. I rocked back and forth until I found a rhythm riding his face. One of his fingers began to play along the seam of my ass as I rode his face harder. I came with a scream as his finger breached my forbidden entrance.

  Granting me no release, Knox flipped us over. As I landed on my back, his thick cock pushed into me. His lips found mine in a soul stealing kiss. Knox continued to pump in and out of me, and I met his pace thrust for thrust.

  “Don’t stop,” I begged as he quickened his pace. “Yes,” I moaned as one of his hands found my clit, tweaking it back and forth sending me over the edge. His hips slowed as I came down from my Knox-induced high.

  “Flip over princess.” The command in his tone made me eager to comply. On all fours, Knox’s hand roamed up and down my back and eventually my butt, parting my cheeks to dip his cock into my entrance.

  “So wet,” he groaned as he fed me his cock inch by inch. His teasing had me pushing back against him so I could get more of him. “So greedy. I missed your greedy pussy,” crooned Knox as he pushed all the way into me. “So fucking tight Princess,” he panted as he continued to spear me. Over and over again Knox barreled into me. The only sounds in the room were our heavy breathing and the slap of wet skin every time he took me.

  I felt the first sparks of my orgasm as he drove into me again and again. I cried out as the gasket on my orgasm blew sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. I pleaded for him not to stop as I rode the tsunami he unleashed in my body until I fell under completely.

  He collapsed on top of me, sending me into the bed. His weight a welcomed presence as my body went limp.

  “I love you.”

  “Just me?” I turned over so that we were chest to chest and I could look him in the eye.

  “I want the man lying with me right now. The one who saved me from my worst nightmare, and still saves me on the nights I relive it. I want to wake up in the safety of your arms every morning. I want to see where this could go.”

  “Just the man?”

  “All of him.” And I meant it. I wanted all of him because I was his as much as he was MINE.

  Mine, a four letter word.

  EPILOGUE

  Eleven months later

  Dylan

  “I cannot believe you are getting married today,” I said to my big brother.

  “About damn time if you asked me,” he grunted as he took another swing of his beer. “Shouldn’t you be with the women anyway?”

  “They all just want to fuss over Logan. I needed a breather,” I confessed.

  “No worries,” he laughed. “So when are you going to let Knox make an honest woman out of you?”

  “Why would this cow sell herself when she has so much going for her?” I joined in his laughter. “What? Is my growing stomach not enough evidence that I am off the market?”

  “I had to agree with Knox that pregnancy looks good you on.”

  “Oh, like you are not going to say the same thing about your wife when she gets prego with your little filly.”

  “I most definitely will think it, say it, and mean it every single time.” We both laughed. He was just so damn cute when it came to Logan. A comfortable silence rested between us as we took in the warm day. I could hardly believe it had almost been a year since I met my brother and father, and eventually became a part of this crazy family.

  Knox had been right all along. Some families do come neatly tied together with pretty ribbon and others are forged through hard times and brotherhood. And yet some still are made through sacrifices and laughter, goodwill and tough choices that make sticking together all the more worth it. That was what made it a true family.

  Knox

  The reception was well under way as we celebrated the marriage of Colton and Logan. Two people I could not love more in this world. I always had a brother in Colton, but now I gained a sister in Logan. Cam, as I was told, conti
nued to propose to Tank on a monthly basis and he finally agreed to marry her once she was done college. The very next day Campbell was enrolled in junior college to get her Associates in business. She told everyone that she wanted to run the shop, take over our real estate and maybe even expand the businesses. Lord help us all!

  My eyes scanned the room like they always do looking for my princess. I found her tucked in the corner chatting away with Emma. This was the first time Emma had been back at the clubhouse since my homecoming party. The time away had done Emma good. She looked radiant tonight as she laughed with my princess. Amber had declined the wedding invitation, but Dylan told me that she moved away not wanting to be anywhere near the club. Emma was struggling with the decision to stay or go. And if I looked around this room I was sure I could find the reason behind her indecision.

  No doubt! There was Gunner in the corner with his eyes on Emma. I made my way over to him.

  “Can I sit?” I asked pointing to the chair next to Gunner.

  “Certainly,” Gunner answered as he sat up straighter.

  “She’s beautiful,” I said. My eyes on the two women still engrossed in conversation.

  “She is,” he agreed; his eyes remained on Emma.

  “Are you finally going to do something about it?” Gunner had to notice how many times Emma looked his way tonight.

  “I don’t think so brother.” His shoulders slumped as he reached for his glass. Three fingers of whiskey disappeared down his throat.

  “Why not?” I was looking at him again trying to figure out why he would let something he wanted for so long walk away. I had a feeling if he did not do something tonight, he might lose his chance for good.

  “I have to leave in the morning. Baton Rouge is having trouble and they need me back.” His eyes connected with mine and I could see the indecision warring there.

  “Don’t leave without her knowing what you want brother. Let her decide,” I advised. So engrossed in our own conversation, I did not even know Dylan was beside me until her hand was on my shoulder.

  “Hey.”

  “Hi Princess and baby princess,” I said as I leaned over and kissed her belly.

  “Don’t you mean prince?” she asked getting all feisty like she always did when I called the baby a girl.

  “Well if you would just let the doctor tell us we would know and I could address him or her properly.”

  “Those tests are not always one hundred percent accurate,” Emma chimed in from behind Dylan. “They told me I was having one boy and out pops two. I was like damn.” Emma was always a cute drunk.

  “Wanna dance?” I think Gunner was as shocked as I was when Emma asked him that question.

  “Always cher.” Gunner’s cajun accent thicker whenever he drank. He stood and instead of taking the hand Emma offered, he grabbed her around the waist, hauling her body against his. Gunner looked right into her eyes and said, “Je t’adore.” I think both women swooned on the spot. Emma practically became limp in his arms as he nuzzled her neck and led her to the dance floor.

  I watched them until Gunner glued himself to Emma before turning to Princess, who glowed from the inside out, so happy with herself.

  “You want that to happen?”

  “I want her to be happy,” she said.

  “And he will do that for her?”

  “I think they have been holding back and fighting it for so long because of Tru. This is their chance to see what happens.”

  “Like you and me?”

  “Just like you and me.”

  “I love you Princess.”

  “I love you too.”

  Love, a four letter word.