Reaper_Endgame_A Bad Boy Biker Romance

by Jade Kuzma

  “Katrina doesn’t drink like that. Not since Bella. And Anna was never a wild drinker. Gina… Well, she’s Gina…”

  “I didn’t ask about them. I asked about you.”

  “Right… There is something I wanted to talk to you about.”

  “Oh?”

  I’d known Michelle long enough to know when there was some shit on her mind. It wasn’t something I had to worry about but she didn’t have the biggest smile.

  Anniversary… Birthday…

  I started thinking about what it was. Maybe some important date I missed even though I knew all of them.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “I wanna have dinner with you.”

  “We have dinner every night.”

  “No. I wanna go out. Just you and me. Something special. Something… romantic.”

  She bit her bottom lip and narrowed her eyes at me. Michelle was a fucking seductress when it came to shit like that. I might have been bigger and taller than her but she had a power over me that made me forget about what I was thinking. It was like I’d lost control of myself.

  “All right,” I said with a nod. “Dinner.”

  I put my arms on her waist and pulled her close for a kiss but she turned away from me.

  “What’s going on?” I said.

  She spun around and started walking out of the clubhouse.

  “It’s a surprise. You’ll see.”

  Before I had a chance to question her, she’d already left.

  My cock was hard in my pants. I could still taste her on my tongue. It was gonna be a long fucking wait before tonight.

  Reaper: Chapter 4

  MICHELLE

  One of the nice things about living in a small town like Ivory was that there were a lot of small, family-owned businesses. A lot of the people living here weren’t trying to make fortunes. They were only doing what they enjoyed to make ends meet.

  Declan and I had been living in Ivory long enough that some of the residents were practically family to us. They respected us because they’d known us for so long. It helped that he was a club president and I was his wife. But I was sure that they would have treated us the same even if we were some out-of-towners.

  I looked around the steakhouse and observed the crowd. It was a quiet Saturday evening with a few other people out to enjoy themselves.

  Declan had his head down, focused on his beer in front of him.

  “Something wrong?” I asked.

  He looked up at me and smiled.

  Declan never failed to make me feel like a kid. We were both approaching our 30s but he was still just as handsome as when I met him. It didn’t hurt that he was exactly my type.

  Dark hair. A thick beard that wasn’t wild or out of control. It hid the strong jawline I knew was hiding underneath. The tattoos on his neck accentuated his good looks.

  But then there was the way he looked at me. The first moment he met me, he eyeballed me like I was a piece of meat. He was the only man I would be willing to give myself up to so easily.

  He stared at me with those brown eyes of his. His intentions were obvious just from the smirk on his lips but Declan was the kind of man who liked playing games. I guess that’s because we knew each other so well.

  “Club business?” I asked.

  “Club business is club business,” he replied. “Same shit as it always is.”

  “You must have had a really good time last night.”

  “What makes you say that?”

  “Because you look like you’d rather be out with the club than having dinner with me.”

  He chuckled softly to himself and shook his head. Even the way he laughed would’ve intrigued a woman.

  He leaned forward and propped his elbows up on the table.

  “Right now, Sully and Needle are probably playing poker while Ghost tries to mediate between the two,” he said. “You think I’d rather be with them than here with the most beautiful woman in Ivory?”

  There we go. Just the man I wanted to see.

  I was old enough not to let flattery get to me but I didn’t mind hearing it.

  I leaned forward across the table and whispered back to him.

  “The most beautiful woman in Ivory?” I said. “That hurts.”

  “And why’s that?”

  “I would’ve expected you to say I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.”

  “Michelle… You’re my world.”

  I bit my bottom lip and looked away from him, trying not to laugh so much that the rest of the restaurant would notice.

  Declan leaned back in his seat and took a sip of his beer. He brushed a hand through his hair and slicked it back. Leather kutte. Baggy blue jeans. Boots. Thick beard. Tattoos on his arms and neck. Damn if he didn’t look so good right now.

  I took a moment to admire him but he was insistent.

  “How was last night?” he asked.

  “I think your night was a little more interesting. You don’t see any bruises on my cheeks, do you?”

  “A little bit of a scuffle and a night in jail isn’t interesting. It’s just par for the course.”

  “Well, last night with the ladies wasn’t eventful.”

  “Oh, I think it was.”

  “Really? And what makes you say that, Mr. Cunningham?”

  “You spend the night with the ladies and all of a sudden you wanna go out for dinner. I think last night had to be eventful, Mrs. Cunningham.”

  He was right.

  I had the whole night to think about it. I went over it in my head and kept coming to the same conclusion even though it had only been less than a day. Now it was just a matter of telling Declan.

  “What is it?” he said.

  “Right… Last night, I was talking to Katrina. You should see Bella. She’s so beautiful.”

  “She must get that from her mother. Then again, Needle spends enough time in the mirror, it’s no surprise his daughter looks as pretty as him.”

  “Maybe,” I said with a laugh. “But I was holding her and I…”

  “You what?”

  Declan arched an eyebrow. I couldn’t help but smirk at his curiosity.

  “I was thinking that maybe it’s time,” I said. “For us. We’re both almost 30 now. I mean, I get it when we were younger but we’re not kids anymore.”

  “Right…”

  Declan took another gulp of beer. His eyes locked on me, he pursed his lips like he was trying to stop himself from smiling.

  “All this because of Bella, huh?” he said.

  “Not just because of Bella. I just don’t see why not. The clubhouse is doing well. We’ve got everything in order. Even without club business, we’ve got more than enough money to make ends meet. It wouldn’t be a struggle for you and me.”

  “Taking care of a child is a struggle.”

  “I know it won’t be easy. But you know we can do this. Together.”

  I wasn’t sure what Declan was thinking. I didn’t want to guess that he didn’t agree with me.

  He stared at me and the smirk on his lips grew even wider. He eyeballed me like it was all those years ago when we first met.

  “All right,” he said with a nod.

  “You really mean it?”

  “Yeah. If that’s what you want—”

  “It’s not what I want. We both have to want this.”

  “Michelle, I’ve wanted this ever since I first laid eyes on you. All you’re doing is giving me the approval to do something I’ve been wanting to do.”

  An unexpected sigh escaped my lips. There were butterflies fluttering around in my chest. I felt a teenager in love all over again.

  “You’re my wife,” he said. “It’s been a long time coming.”

  “It has,” I said with a smile.

  “It’ll be nice not having to pull out for a change.”

  “I never told you to pull out. You just like it when I swallow…”

  He leaned forward across the table. His eyes narrowed.


  “Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to talk like that at the dinner table?” he said.

  “My parents told me to never get involved with club members and yet, here I am.”

  “That’s funny. My parents told me to never get involved with a woman so easily willing to bend over for you.”

  “Is that right?” I said, an eyebrow raised at him. “And what makes you think it’s going to be so easy for you?”

  “Good… I like a challenge.”

  Declan leaned back in his seat and took another sip of his beer. He didn’t blink. He just stared at me with that knowing look in his eyes.

  I’d been around the club long enough to know that shit was never easy. Being with Declan for so long would have hardened any woman. But when he looked at me the way he was staring at me now, it was hard to focus. It was like my knees were buckling even though I was sitting down.

  Two can play this game.

  I reached my foot forward and pressed my heel between his legs. His eyes widened in surprise. With the tablecloth covering us and the lights in the restaurant already dim enough, nobody had a clue what was going on.

  “Where is he?” I whispered.

  I stared into his eyes as I searched for it. It only took a few seconds to find his cock. It was already getting thick between his legs. It swelled up underneath the leg of his jeans. It must’ve hurt for him to have to be restrained so much.

  “There he is.”

  Declan reached forward for his beer and sipped on it nonchalantly even though I knew he was having trouble. He leaned forward across the table and whispered back to me.

  “Knock it off.”

  “Or else what, Garnet? What are you gonna do about it?”

  I leaned forward across the table and gave him a good view of my cleavage. He might’ve been stronger than me but I knew what it took to tame a man like Declan.

  “You gonna do something—”

  Before we could do anything more, the waiter arrived with our food. I put my foot down. Declan leaned back in his chair. We both stared at each other as the waiter placed our plates down.

  “Is there anything else I can help you with?” the waiter asked.

  “We’re just fine,” I said, my eyes still locked on my husband.

  “Let me know if there’s anything else you need.”

  Declan gave me the subtlest smirk before turning his attention to his food. Just like that, the moment was over. But the anticipation was only building.

  Dinner couldn’t be over soon enough.

  Reaper: Chapter 5

  DECLAN

  It didn’t matter how long I’d been with Michelle. The fire she stirred inside of me was as hot as it was since the day I met her. I hadn’t even had a whiff of any other pussy. There was no point. Just one taste was enough to have me addicted.

  Of course, she loved my cock just as much as I loved every part of her. Tonight was different though. This shit wasn’t just about having fun. Nah, this was special. I could see it in her eyes when she said it back at the restaurant. I loved everything about her and I just discovered something else I loved.

  When dinner was over, I burned rubber through the streets to get us back as home as fast as we could. A beautiful woman like Michelle egging me on when I was already horny was a bad combination.

  As soon as we got home, I fucking pounced.

  Tongues dancing. Lips tangling. I tore at her clothes while she tried to peel my outfit off of me. My vest. Her shirt. My boots. Her shoes. My jeans. Her jeans. Our clothes left a messy trail from the living room to our bedroom. Shit, I would’ve bent her over and fucked her right there on the couch. But I needed to be as comfortable as possible for what I planned.

  She stripped me down. My cock was trying to tear through my underwear.

  I pushed her forward onto the bed in front of me. The moonlight shining in through the window made her look as beautiful as she always did. Curves in all of the right places. Hair already messy. Every inch of her, from her head to her toes, would’ve been enough to make a weaker man burst. I didn’t know if Ivory was my Heaven or my Hell. Whatever it was, Michelle was my angel in this fucking place.

  I stroked myself through my underwear as I looked her up and down. She was wearing a sexy little thong and a bra that her tits were spilling out of. The black stockings and garter made it even worse for my cock.

  “You like what you see?” she said. “I told you I had a surprise.”

  When Michelle wanted to be seductive, there was no fighting it. It was like an animal woke up inside of me.

  “I like what I see,” I said as I moved closer to her on the bed. “But I wanna see even more…”

  “Come and see…”

  She motioned for me to come to her with her index finger. I moved forward, my eyes locked on her, and crawled onto the bed. I kept staring at her as I peeled her panties down. A whiff of her wetness sent my mind in a daze. I looked down just a peek to see just how soaking she was for me.

  “Oh, fuck…”

  She moaned softly when I put a finger to her. She was so soft, so tight, so warm, so inviting… Just the thought of putting my cock in her was making it hard for me to focus.

  But I couldn’t help myself.

  I took her panties in my hands and ripped them off of her completely. The sudden tug made her gasp.

  “Hey!” she cried. “Those are new.”

  I tossed her tattered thong aside and dived in.

  “I’ll get you a new pair.”

  “You’d better—Ohh…”

  She shut up as soon as I put my tongue on her. Michelle’s pussy was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. I licked her up, fingering her with just one digit to make more of her juices spill out. She writhed on the bed uncontrollably. Her whimpers were music to my ears.

  I worked my tongue up and down. I slid up to her clit and let it swell before moving back down for another taste. I pressed my mouth to her lips and sucked and teased her.

  “Fuck me… Fuck me…”

  Her groans of pleasure weren’t enough. I couldn’t fucking help myself. I wanted to taste every inch of her. I licked up and down her pussy, taking her lips into my mouth. I sucked on her clit and she vibrated underneath me.

  “Just fuck me already…”

  She tangled a hand in my hair. She was torn between pulling me off and making me continue. Michelle might have had control over her cock but I had control over her pussy just the same.

  I tried to lick up everything that spilled out of her but she was so wet that I couldn’t keep up. Her body was trembling. Her skin was covered in sweat. I reached up and wrapped my hands around her legs to make sure that she stayed spread for me.

  “Fucking asshole…”

  A sudden tug on my hair pulled me off of her. She leaned down and kissed me so she could get a taste of herself. At the same time, she reached into my underwear and started stroking me. My stomach tightened up and a breath caught in my throat.

  We locked our stares on one another. She smirked at me, knowing that she was starting to take control.

  “You think I’m just gonna let you eat me out all night?” she whispered.

  “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want and you’ll like it.”

  “You’re not in control, Declan. This is my decision.”

  “I don’t think you know who’s in charge.”

  She reached up and put a hand around my throat. She didn’t hold back when she squeezed. Even though she was smaller than me, Michelle was strong enough to make me feel it. But she wasn’t stronger than me.

  I put my hand on her neck and let her feel it just the same. I didn’t squeeze as hard though. Only firm enough to let her know that I was in control.

  I reached down with my other hand and started fingering her. Michelle had her hand wrapped around my shaft. She kept pumping me, tightening her grip around my throat to brace herself.

  The life was beginning to leave her eyes. I felt everything going black for me,
too. Just when I was on the verge of passing out, I let go. She freed her hand from mine. The both of us gasped as we tried to catch our breath.

  “I told you,” she sighed. “I’m in control—”

  I didn’t give her a chance to recover. I pounced on top of her. I put both hands on her wrists and pinned her to the mattress. My mouth found its way down her neck and on top of her breasts. I ripped her bra off so that I could take all of her tits. I sucked on her nipples and she shuddered underneath me.

  When I let go of her wrists, it gave Michelle just enough time to peel my underwear down enough to free my cock. The warmth coming from her pussy was fucking calling out to me. Shit, I’d have to be an idiot to hold back any longer.

  “Just fuck me already… Fuck me…”

  I crawled up on top of her and guided my cock to her pussy. I looked into her eyes as my tip pushed its way through her folds. She was so fucking wet that the rest of my cock slipped right in.

  “Oh… Fuck!”

  Michelle was a screamer. The neighbors never complained but I knew they could hear that shit. Tonight, they were gonna hear every little word she said.

  “Fuck me! Oh, God! Fuck me!”

  She ensnared me in her arms and legs. She held me tight as I just fucking pounded her pussy. My strokes were hard and fast. I fucked Michelle like I was trying to break her in half.

  Feeling her body pressed against mine didn’t make it any easier. She was fucking consuming me whole.

  I was having trouble thinking. The only thing on my mind was the pleasure I felt. Her voice brought my senses back to me. At least, the only senses I needed.

  “Fuck me!”

  She placed her palm on my cheek. I opened my eyes and saw her staring back at me.

  “Come inside of me, babe…”

  “Is that what you want?”

  “Yeah, that’s what I want… Fuck me… Fill me up…”

  “You want my cum?”

  “Yeah, I want your cum. I want your fucking cum. Get me…”

  She sighed a deep gasp before she could finish.

  “…Get me pregnant.”

  “Is that what you want?” I repeated.

  “That’s what I want. That’s what I fucking want.”