The Enforcer (Devil's Henchmen MC Book 1)

by Samantha McCoy

  Chapter Ten

  Amber

  Amber watched Reaper walk out of the door. She didn’t know if she wanted to kick him or kiss him. Get out of the way, she thought, Who the fuck was he kidding? Amber didn’t step aside for anyone.

  She knew she should feel grateful that Zander stepped in when he did, and really, she was grateful; but, the fact that she had to rely on him, irked her. And even more so, since he actually voiced it.

  “Stop over thinking it Amber,” Devin said.

  “You know I hate that I had to be ‘saved’,” she replied, using her hands to make air quotes.

  “Ratchet had a gun Amber. You didn’t,” he reminder her, like Amber even needed the recap.

  “I know this,” Amber growled. “But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

  “No you don’t, but don’t be a bitch over it,” Devin said in exasperation. “Reaper was there, he had the gun. Say thank you, and move on. Who knows, maybe one day a woman will jump him and you can save him in return,” Devin laughed.

  Amber narrowed her eyes at her brother. Another damn comedian. Lovely, she thought sarcastically.

  Sledge turned around to face her with a knowing smirk on his face. “Go. I know what you’re thinking. You can follow him. You know that right?” he asked.

  “Why would I follow him?” she asked back.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” Sledge started. “Maybe the tent he kept trying to hide was just from the excitement of getting shot at,” he said with a laugh.

  “You are such an ass,” Amber told her brother, walking to the door.

  “So does this mean I can have my bed back now?” he asked as he watched his sister leave.

  “I sure hope so,” she called over her shoulder, closing the door behind her. She walked down the hallway to the sound of her brother’s laughter.

  Amber came to a stop outside of Zander’s bedroom door. Would he let her in? Now that she was here, she was nervous. Maybe she should just go to her room?

  But, the choice was made for her, when Zander opened the door without her even knocking. There he stood, sexy as hell. Amber knew that she could easily fall in love with this guy, but Zander didn’t do relationships and she didn’t need one right now either. Yet, here Amber stood.

  “What took you so long Peaches?” he asked in that sexy baritone she was becoming used to. “Get in here,” he ordered, reaching out for her hand and pulling her into the room. The moment the door closed, she was pulled against his chest.

  “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked her, running a hand down the side of her face.

  “Just looking at you makes my dick hard,” he said, producing a giggle from Amber.

  He lowered his lips back to hers and kissed her with such hunger that Amber’s knees went weak. Zander lifted her off her feet causing her to wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed. His body followed hers as they both laid across the mattress. His lips left hers, making a trail to her jaw, then down her neck.

  “I need you naked,” he groaned. Amber had never heard a sexier sound.

  Raising off of her, he lifted her shirt over her head and reached around to remove her bra. Amber wasn’t self-conscious about her body. She knew she was curvier than most people would consider sexy. However, she loved her curves. Amber always described her figure as a ‘full hourglass’.

  “Oh shit,” he groaned, getting his first look at the her. “Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe you,” he said, placing a sucking kiss on each of Amber’s nipples.

  The sensation travelled straight to the junction of her legs, like a string was pulled. Amber reached up to help him take off his own shirt. She had to see him, all of him. Zander winced when he lifted his arm.

  “Don’t even think about it,” he said when he saw the worried look across her face.

  “What?” she replied.

  “I know that look. I’m fine and nothing is going to stop me from fucking us both stupid!” he stated and Amber barked out a laugh.

  “Fucking stupid, huh?” she teased. “That sounds fun.”

  “Oh, it will be Peaches,” he said lowering his face towards hers again.

  Amber smiled. Zander brought his lips down to hers again and she moaned in total bliss. The man’s lips were like heaven. Soft and full. A bottom lip that was made to be sucked on.

  She watched him get off the bed to remove his jeans, followed by his black boxer briefs. Amber’s breath caught and her eyes went wide at the sight of the man before her. He was huge, literally everywhere!

  “Is that even going to fit?” She heard Reaper laugh and she realized she said that out loud instead of to herself. “Definitely not overcompensating,” she said in awe. Amber felt a chill of anticipation flow through her.

  “I promise Peaches, I’ll fit,” he said as he crawled back up the bed, and between her legs.

  Reaching for the hem of her yoga pants, he pulled them down, taking her panties with them and flung them across the room. “You won’t need those for a while.” Then he started kissing his way back up the inside of her thighs.

  Chapter Eleven

  Reaper

  He had never seen someone as sexy as the woman lying in his bed. He had a plan for today. He was going to taste every single fucking inch of her, from head to toe. He was going to worship this woman over and over and over again, until neither of them could walk.

  Reaper kissed and nibbled his way up the inside of her legs. He had one destination in mind, and he couldn’t get there fast enough. He reached one hand up to cover her breast. He pinched her nipple and heard Amber moan loudly.

  “You like that, huh?” he laughed. “Pain and pleasure,” he stated, pinching her other nipple even harder.

  He watched as her back bowed and his dick got even harder. Yep. This woman was going to kill him.

  Finally, Reaper reached his destination and blew a breath across her. She moaned loudly, trying to squeeze her thighs together, to gain some relief, but Reaper wouldn’t allow that. The only relief Amber would be getting tonight, is what he allowed her to have. Nothing more, nothing less.

  “What do you want Peaches?” he asked her.

  Amber lifted her hips from the bed, causing Reaper to chuckled.

  “No ma’am,” he said in a stern voice. “Tell me,” he repeated, blowing another breath across her sensitive flesh.

  “Please Zander,” she begged. Hearing his real name from her lips was like ice cream on a hot Texas summer day.

  “What do you want Amber?” he said in a more forceful voice.

  “Eat me, touch me, anything!” she demanded.

  “That’s my girl,” and Reaper rewarded her with a slow slide of his tongue against her wet sex.

  “Oh my God!” she moaned.

  Reaper smiled against her. Using his other hand, he inserted a finger into her slickness at the same time as he pinched her nipple once more and sucked her clit between his lips.

  Amber’s back bowed again and Reaper kept up the torture, adding another finger. As he worked her into a frenzy, her moans got louder. Adding a third finger, he felt her inter-muscles tighten as he moved them in and out of her in a fast, but deep motion.

  “Come for me, Peaches,” he said, but Amber wouldn’t let go. “I said, come for me. Now!” he demanded, biting the side of her thigh. That was exactly what she must have needed to push her over the edge.

  Amber called his name as she filled the room with the moans of her release.

  “Better?” Reaper asked as he slowed his rhythm.

  “Much,” Amber replied, a slow smile forming.

  He started his slow rise up her body, still moving his fingers teasingly inside of her. He kissed, nibbled, and sucked his way from her hip to her big, beautiful tits. He flicked his tongue over her nipple then gently bit down, causing even more moans to fall from her lips. Biting down again, Reaper felt her spasm around his fingers.

  Her moans were becoming everything to him. Reaper
knew he was in trouble. If there was one woman he could see himself settling down with, he knew it would be Amber. An ache formed in his chest when he realized that would never happen. He wasn’t built for a serious relationship. Casual sex, that was his thing. That was all this was. Amber knew that.

  Clearing his head from the depressing turn of his thoughts, Reaper paid homage to her other breast, just as he did to the first. He loved her tits. Just a little over a handful, and he had big hands. They were fuckin’ perfect, just like the rest of her.

  “Tell me what you want Amber?” he asked.

  She whimpered and looked into his eyes. “I want you inside of me, Zander,” she said.

  “I love hearing my name fall from your lips,” he replied as he removed his hand. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he licked them clean of her juices. He was right, she did taste like sweet, pure honey. Amber was his new favorite flavor.

  Reaching over to the nightstand, he pulled out a condom. Amber took it from him. “Let me do the honors,” she said as she tore the package open and slid the condom over him.

  Chapter Twelve

  Amber

  Amber had never experienced sex like this, and he still hadn’t been inside her yet. Sex with Zander was passionate, beyond anything she had ever experienced before. As she rolled the condom down his length, she could feel him tense. She loved that she had the power to make him do that. Before she could cover him completely, Zander grabbed her hands and removed them from his body.

  “If you keep touching it, this will be over before it gets started,” he grumbled.

  “Oh we can’t have that, now can we?” she asked.

  “No, we definitely can’t,” he grinned.

  Zander bent his head and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips. He leaned her back on the bed and she felt him at her entrance. Slowly he pushed inside of her. Feeling his size, Amber couldn’t help but tighten up, he was so large.

  “Relax baby,” he soothed her.

  He pulled back out, but not completely. Then pushed back in. Slowly he rocked himself against her, making all her fear vanish. Back and forth, he moved smoothly inside of her. Once he was fully seated, Zander stopped moving, allowing her to get used to him. But Amber couldn’t wait. The sensation was too much. Too full. Too stretched. Too, everything.

  “Move Zander, please,” she begged, wiggling her hips.

  “Fuck Amber! You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you,” but Reaper obeyed, moving in a slow rhythm.

  “Pleasure and pain,” she reminded.

  In and then back out...the pace slowly increasing. Amber was lost. Zander felt amazing. His pace increased, Amber could feel her orgasm approaching.

  “Shit!” he groaned and that made her even wetter.

  Amber worked her hands into his hair and pulled his face down in a kiss that had them panting even harder. Suddenly, Zander pulled out and flipped her over. He entered her from behind. The movement was so quick, she felt a moment of lightheadedness. Or maybe that was just from Zander.

  Grabbing a handful of her hair, he yanked her backwards - her back to his front, as he continued to fuck her. Every nerve ending was fully charged. She knew she wouldn’t last much longer, Zander knew too.

  “Come with me baby,” he demanded. “Let me feel you coming undone.”

  Zander bit down on the sensitive area where her neck and shoulder connected, and that was it. Amber came so hard that lights flashed behind her eyes and made her dizzy. She felt Zander tense and pulse inside her and she knew he had definitely joined her. He slowed his pace. Moving in and out slowly through the aftershocks to draw out both of their pleasures.

  They both collapsed on the bed breathing heavily. “Holy shit!” Amber said and she felt Zander chuckle.

  “Yeah,” he said. “Holy shit is about right.”

  “That was...that was,” she couldn’t find the words to describe it. Zander pulled her into his arms and pulled the sheet over them both.

  “It definitely was,” he said, understanding exactly what she meant.

  Amber’s eye grew heavy. She was totally relaxed and beyond satisfied. She snuggled a little closer to him.

  “Get some sleep Peaches,” he whispered. “You’re going to need it, because I’m not done with you yet,” he said as he kissed the top of her head.

  “Why do you call me Peaches?” the words were mumbled as sleep weighed heavily on Amber.

  “Because your skin is the color of a ripe peach,” Zander pressed a soft kiss to Amber lips. “And just as soft. Now get some sleep baby.” So that is what she did.

  Several times throughout the rest of the day and into the night, they would wake up and start all over again. Each time, the passion between them was just as powerful. Amber knew, if she wasn’t careful, she would be hurt. Zander held all the power and she had none.

  After their final time that night, both collapsing in complete exhaustion, Amber resting her head on Zander’s chest, she fell into a blissful sleep, wrapped in the arms of the man she knew she could spend the rest of her life with, if given the chance. But, that isn’t what Zander wanted. As her eyes grew too heavy to keep open, Amber reminded herself, he doesn’t do relationships. So don’t get attached.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Reaper

  Reaper laid awake listening to the sound of Amber’s steady breathing, long after she fell asleep. In the span of two days, this woman had worked her way behind every damn wall he created. Reaper couldn’t imagine not having her by his side. Was this ‘love at first sight’? He never believed in that shit; so why was he starting to now? What the fuck was he thinking?

  No matter how many times he told himself that he didn’t do relationships, Amber would say or do something else that would have him second guessing that choice. Could he try again? But what if she destroyed him, like Rebecca did? But Amber and Rebecca weren’t the same people.

  Reaper knew he was starting to freak out. He just spent the entire afternoon and night wrapped up in his best friend’s sister until they were both seeing stars. This was not supposed to happen. Yeah, Amber was stunning, hot as fuck actually. She was everything Reaper could want in a woman, but he didn’t do relationships. One night and done was more his thing. This was going to cause a world of shit to fall at his feet.

  Unable to sleep, Reaper slide out from under Amber’s arm and got out of bed. He needed a shower. He needed to do something to stop the war inside his head. Walking into the bathroom, Reaper turned the water to scalding hot and climbed in before it even had time to get warm. He had no damn clue what he was going to do about the woman in his bed.

  She has a long list of people, men, who have hurt her and Reaper knew, his name would be added to that list. Frustrated with himself, he scrubbed down. He hated to wash away her scent, but right now he hated himself more.

  I can’t give Amber what she deserves, he thought to himself. I’ll never be good enough, never clean enough, for someone like her.

  She deserved a man who would be home every night, who could sleep beside her without being woken by nightmares, a man who wasn’t broken. And Reaper knew, he could never be that man.

  Getting out of the shower, he couldn’t stay in the room. If he did, he would wake her up and bury himself deep inside her all over again. Leaving the bathroom, Reaper pulled on his workout clothes. If he couldn’t sleep, he might as well go to the gym. A workout would help clear his head, take his mind off the woman that was taking up way too much of his head space.

  Standing there, he looked over at Amber curled up around his pillow. She looked beautiful. He yearned to crawl back into that bed and pull her back against his chest. With a growl of frustration, Reaper exited the bedroom, pissed off at himself.

  Entering the gym, Reaper realized he wouldn’t be alone. This wasn’t a good idea. Across the room on the leg press, Sledge was the last person he wanted to run into tonight. Deciding to stay away from his friend, Reaper walked over to the free weights. Was that how it woul
d be now? Avoiding his best friend? Could this possibly get any damn worse?

  “What are you doing down here?” Sledge called.

  “Just getting in a work out since I didn’t get a chance to this morning.”

  “Figured you would be passed out by now since you had such a busy day, you know.” Reaper looked over at Sledge and noticed a smirk on his friend’s face.

  How could he tell him that he fucked up, royally? Deciding it was best to just say it, Reaper let the words fall from his lips.

  “I fucked up Sledge,” Reaper said, running a frustrated hand over his face. “I’m sorry dude,” he sighed, setting the weights back on the shelf and turned to his friend.

  Sledge’s smile fell away. He narrowed his eyes and focused on Reaper. He made him feel uncomfortable. Like he was trying to look straight to his soul.

  Whatever he was looking for, he must have found it because a look of disappointment fell over his face. Then he dropped his head, staring at the floor. When he finally looked back to Reaper, there was a knowing gaze to his eyes.

  “Look man, what happened in Aleppo -” he started.

  “Don’t!” Reaper said in a low voice. “Don’t even bring that up.”

  “What? Dude, you have to let it go! We all made it out alive. Yeah, the mission was fucked up. But we survived! Stop living in the past,” Sledge demanded.

  “That’s easy for you to say,” Reaper counter.

  “Easy? You have got to be shittin’ me!” Sledge retorted. “Fucker, I watched my men take fire, walk into an ambush. I watched my best friend damn near get his leg blown off. I watched as the sand beneath him was painted in his blood and all I could do was hold pressure on it and watch. Pray that the Nightstalker would arrive in time. I live with that every Goddamn day!” Sledge shouted, “But what I don’t do, is let it dictate my future. Man, what is done, is done. Let it go Zander. Or that shit will eat you alive.”

  “I know that. I am very well aware of that!” Reaper shouted back.

  “As far as Amber goes, don’t hurt her. You both deserve happiness, Zander,” Sledge told him.